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YAYYYYY!!!!!! IM SO HAPPY FOR YOU!!!!!!
Remember, there's nothing wrong with asking for help!!!!! i would highly suggest getting some blush, a really simple eyeshadow palette, i like a dark red lipstick but any lip will do just pick one you like, mascara, an eyeliner PEN and an eyeliner PENCIL. The pens are liquid eyeliner but they're wayyyy easier to use than the brushes, great for beginners. the pencil is even easier and a little less likely to poke yourself, so id suggest starting there! try shaving your legs, that was super euphoric for me as a fresh chick and is super incognito if that's a concern. And remember! You're a very good girl~
Due to popular demand, being reassured, learning nothing could go wrong, and being called a good girl by many flirtatious trans women, it is safe to say Im buying the skirt tonight when I get paid, and probably some socks, a collar, and a basic makeup palette. I have no idea how to do makeup, so that'll be new. Plus, it hit harder than I thought getting called a girl, whether it was being flirty or normal.
#im so happy!!!!! i hope you have a really nice experience.#also#if you have any gal friends im sure they'd love to do your makeup for you#that was a very positive experience for me#and lots of guys just want to “see how it feels” if you're worried about being incognito#so you don't have to worry about getting “clocked”#but remember!!!! you are a girl. your makeup ability isn't what makes you a girl your cuteness and beautiful face is what makes you a girl#oh! and headbands! get a little pink headband. the euphoria especially with short hair is like CRACK#instant fem hairstyle#feel free to DM me if you want anymore early transition tips!!!!
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WHAT'S YOURS IS MINE
KINKTOBER DAY 31 - DOUBLE PENETRATION WITH JONATHAN CRANE AND JACKSON RIPPNER
Pairing.| Jonathan Crane x fem!reader x Jackson Rippner
Summary.| In college, the twin brothers shared everything and everyone. Until Jackson took it too far and drove Jonathan away. Years later, Jackson shows up with an apology gift, and what's a better gift than you?
Warnings.| Noncon, dubcon, corruption kink, head both receiving, p in v, anal, fighting for dominance, double penetration, slight cockblocking, innocent kink, kidnapping, probable Stockholm syndrome, threesome, idk they're twins is that considered incest, rough sex.
Word count.| 7.3k
Notes.| And the finaleeeeeeeeee is here. This is literally porn with plot, but oh well, its the last day so I needed go wrap this up with a bang.
One minute was all it took for Jonathan to always live in the shadow of his older twin brother, Jackson.
Growing up, the twins were two peas in a pod. Jackson was overly protective over Jonathan, controlling what some would describe. It seemed that Jonathan was his little minion, others would rudely comment. But nevertheless, Jackson always looked after his younger brother. If there was ever a bully throwing pebbles at Jonathan, Jackson would search for the biggest rock to hurl at their head.
The tight nature of their relationship continued on into their college years. Typically, they went to the same campus, one that suited and benefitted Jackson’s ambitions more than it did Jonathan. But Jonathan made it work outta love for his brother. That’s where their… little games… came into play.
All created by the mastermind himself, Jackson. Jonathan was a pawn who was more than willingly to partake. All to make his big brother proud of him and to experience those urges that he was so scared to confront. Until one day Jackson gracefully skipped over the line without care and Jonathan had finally had enough.
You could almost say Jonathan ran away from his old life. A fresh start, is how he’d word it. Gotham City was his oyster, the levels of fear and mayhem were constantly through the roof and Jonathan couldn’t pack his bags quicker to abandon his old life.
These days, Jonathan’s sole focus was his work.
In the present day, Jonathan had just returned home from Arkham, he dropped all of his belongings in his home office. Right as he laid on his lounge chair, coat and vest removed, his report book in hand, there was a knock on the door. It was unordinary, visitors were a rare occurrence. And for the off occasions that they did, they were not welcome. With an eyebrow cocked, Jonathan chose to ignore the unknown visitor. But when the knock continued in an irritating manner, Jonathan flared his nostrils and snapped his book shut.
He strided down the hall, the heels of his polished shoes clicking on the wooden planks as he didn’t even consider to peek at who was on his porch. The door flung open, but Jonathan became frozen in his stance. For a brief moment, Jonathan thought someone placed a mirror at his doorstep, but that familiar mischief grin and shaggy hairstyle eliminated that thought.
How many years had it been? Just over a decade now since Jonathan had stared at an almost perfect image of himself. Jackson brushed his hand through his damp hair, the common downpour in Gotham felt a bit too symbolic at the moment.
“Johnny” Jackson grinned cheerfully, his arms inviting him in for a hug.
An instant huff ran up from Jonathan’s lungs as his grip on the door tightened, prepared to slam it shut at any moment of impulse. As Jonathan slowly shook his head towards him, almost in a gear work motion, Jackson pouted back.
“Why are you here?” Jonathan exhaled in annoyance, his posture straightened up as his eyes darted to the flash black Mercedes parked in the driveway. The one he noticed that was parked on the opposite side of the street as had returned home
“Geez, aren’t you going to ask me how I am first?” Jackson chuckled, leaning towards the door, implying to be welcomed in. When Jonathan didn’t budge, a pure face of zero emotion locked on, Jackson sighed in defeat. “Jonathan Crane, a better last name than Rippner that’s for sure, however my name is quite fitting these days” Jackson brought up with shrugged shoulders and a smug smile.
“How did you find me?” Jonathan narrowed his eyes.
“Never lost you” Jackson winked, his arms crossed over his chest as he leant against the door. Silence quickly returned, the only sound being the rain attacking the roofing and cement outside. “Well, this isn’t the reunion I was hoping for” Jackson admitted, huffing lightly as stepping closer to enter, the tips of his polished shoes lined perfectly at the entrance. But Jonathan stood firmly in the way. “Come on, it’s been a long drive” Jackson urged, giving him sarcastic puppy eyes.
Jonathan sighed, he knew his brother was as stubborn as him, if not more. He’d say that he’d stay on the porch all night like a dog, but Jackson would be easily capable of breaking in. Hesitantly, Jonathan stepped back and Jackson jumped at the opportunity to get into the warmth of his home.
“Nice place” Jackson complimented, his head nodding in a rhythm as he strolled around his home. “However, this town certainly suits you and that mind of yours!” Jackson laughed softly as he tugged down at his suit jacket and threw it towards the living room sofa. Jonathan didn’t answer, he merely stalked him like a hawk, analyzing every sudden movement Jackson made. “But so, how’s work? Working with the criminally insane, it must be a constant field day for you” Jackson smirked, his mouth practically foaming with mockery.
“It is” Jonathan replied bluntly, his eyes remaining low.
“Aren’t you going to ask me what I do?” Jackson moped sarcastically, arms crossed over again.
“Personally, I have no interest” Jonathan answered sharply, looking up to Jackson. “Why are you here Jackson?” Jonathan sighed, yet his voice was firm, his arms mimicking Jackson’s.
“My, how long are you going to be mad at me?” Jackson snorted.
Jonathan repeated his question firmly. Jackson groaned in defeat and stepped towards his brother as he rubbed his neck awkwardly.
“Because… I never had an opportunity to apologize” Jackson began, his tone hinting of regret and concern. “Probably because you ran away as quickly as you could. But you can’t say that I didn’t try to talk to you!” He continued on, a slither of frustration on his tongue.
Jonathan stared blankly at Jackson, the last thing he wanted to do was think of that last memory together. Mentally, Jonathan was cringing at what unfolded, the emotions that stabbed at his heart. The stare off commenced, but Jackson knew Jonathan wouldn’t flinch even if something was thrown in his direction. Quickly, Jackson caved in to his younger brother and rested his hand on his shoulder. Initially, Jonathan flinched, his narrow blue eyes quickly shot back and forward like a ping pong ball.
“I have brought you a gift. Something to repay our overdue broken relationship. An apology gift, to redeem me for my poor behavior in the past” Jackson revealed, a soft innocent smile on his lips.
Finally, Jonathan smiled at his brother. A smile that made him wonder how interesting it could be. The ideas were sprouting in his mind like seeds buried deep in the dirt. Gifts were never conventional on their behalf. The last item they’d expect was a new shirt or pair of shoes. They always enjoyed the taboo things in life.
Jonathan needed a nuisance of a classmate to shut up? They'd fall down a flight of stairs shortly after. Jackson wanted to woo over a bird? They’d happen to literally go running into Jackson’s arms after they were being chased by a masked figure on a late night.
After he made the assumption that Jackson had literally been following his footsteps for years, he hoped that he had gotten rid of some dogs sniffing at his work. Maybe a couple of supplies that could massively improve his research.
“I’m intrigued” Jonathan replied, his eyes roaming over Jackson for any obvious hiding spot.
“Great! Firstly I need to move my car into your garage” Jackson explained as he waltzed off to the front door, dangling his car keys in his hand dramatically.
“Why?” Jonathan inquired, trailing behind him.
“For legal matters” Jakson said over his shoulder.
Jonathan stopped in his footsteps.
“Jackson” Jonathan warned, but the fire of adrenaline and excitement couldn’t help but to blaze.
“No, trust me! You’re going to love her” Jackson said excitedly, almost skipping out of the front door into the pouring downfall.
“Her?” Jonathan almost choked.
After eventually convincing Jonathan to open the garage door, Jackson rolled into the garage, Jonathan’s arms crossed over as the garage door slowly but loudly crept down, his heart pounding in his chest. Jackson almost tripped over to his boot since he was that excited. The boot clicked and raised open. As Jackson looked into his boot, his face lit up with pure joy. Jonathan’s head leant over in curiosity, his feet unknowingly shuffled forward as all he could analyze was Jackson’s expressions.
Jackson spoke quietly and wagged his finger into his boot. It was all out of Jonathan’s hearing range and he could feel the anticipation rise. Jackson turned his attention back to his brother and gestured for him to come over.
“I take it you never went into finance” Jonathan sighed as stood before the boot, staring directly into it with an intrigued look.
“Yeah, I decided to recruit myself into the army shortly after you disappeared, then a great opportunity came up for me” Jackson explained calmly with a gentle nod.
There you were, crammed in the boot. Strained eyes completely wide as you bounced from one brother to the other. The twins stared at you with pure fascination. Jackson rubbed his fingers over his lower lip whilst Jonathan caressed his chin, dissecting every single spec of your appearance. You were only wearing a matching set of red lingerie, Jackson’s favorite. Completed with a black ball gag latched in your mouth. You trembled like an abandoned puppy with your wrists and ankles bound together. A fresh set of tears trailed down your recent tear stained cheeks.
“Dare I ask what you do?” Jonathan asked emotionlessly.
“Let’s just say, people ask me for favors and I deliver. But hey, I was promoted to manager recently” Jackson gloated, his eyes ran over the goosebumps on your skin.
“Who is she?” Jonathan inquired, but his tone lacked care.
“Some rich fucker’s daughter. They wanted me to use her as ransom, then dispose of her afterwards. But she was such a good girl for me! My heart fought against it” Jackson exclaimed, a gleeful smile on his lips as the back of his hand moved your hair behind your ear.
“How human of you” Jonathan snorted.
“I can’t keep her. I travel too much. I wouldn’t be able to look after her the way she needs to be. But fuck, I’d regret… Disposing of her. She’s been my best fuck y’know? It’d be too much effort to hire someone to watch over her, not that I would even trust anyone” Jackson explained through a frustrated tone.
That was the last thing he needed, to be your full time carer. It was typical for Jackson to pass off his broken toys to Jonathan. No, Jonathan had a perfect life, one that had no desires for authentications.
“So this is a babysitting gig?” Jonathan scoffed, narrowing his eyes at Jackson.
“No, this is me making it up to you. She’s my favorite girl, so I’m giving her to you completely, well almost anyways. Call us even now” Jackson nodded, proud and satisfied with his offering.
Jackson was never marriage material, eventually he’d grow bored of you and throw you into the trash. But he knew that you deserved better, you needed to be looked after by someone that cares. Jonathan on the other hand, had that twisted obsessive nature that just screamed for someone to fulfill his personal needs. Despite how often he fought it and blocked it out, he needed companionship, somebody to hold onto in the middle of the night to keep his own nightmares at bay. Jackson already figured it out, you’d be his anchor.
“Jackson- That’s not calling it even… You’ve already soiled her” Jonathan argued as he pressed his fingers to his forehead, Jackson snorted at his precise choice of words.
“Oh come on! I’ve already planned it all out. Do whatever you want with her! I don’t mind! It really works for your benefit… She can be a little experiment for you. All I ask if that you don’t fuck her mind up too dramatically, I still want to drop by every now and again to see her” Jackson fought back, his similar blue eyes darting from his twin back to you, unable to keep his tongue away from licking his lips. Jonathan cocked an eyebrow at Jackson. The other twin laughed softly at his face of suspicion and confusion. “I know what you do at Arkham Johnny. It’s some fucked up shit. I didn’t realize our childhood was that bad” Jackson joked.
“My work is for the greater good” Jonathan hissed, jaw locked.
“Show me the mask and let me be the judge of that” Jackson patted his shoulder harshly.
“Only if you induce some of my toxin” Jonathan shot back, a dirty glare locked in.
“Hard pass” Jackson chuckled.
Both of them simultaneously turned their heads back onto you, you were shaking like a tree caught in the wind, tears dripped down your flushed cheeks. Jackson felt his arousal spark to his lower region, he always loved seeing how helpless and dependent you were.
“I don’t want her” Jonathan shook his head.
Jackson’s proposition was impractical, Jonathan would have to watch you constantly. He was far too deep into his work to crawl his way back out, Jackson would just have to figure something else out for you.
“Now! I know you always preferred bad girls. But this innocent sweet little thing really hits the spot, trust me” Jackson persuaded as he ran his hands up your cold curves.
No, Jonathan couldn’t keep you full time. It was too much effort, you’d be distracting, irritating and costly. Not to mention, knowing that this was just an easy way out for Jackson made him fight against it. He had been over helping his brother for a long time, he was not going to walk back down that track.
“My answer remains the same” Jonathan firmly stated, not cracking the slightest bit.
“Well, I’m sure you can get a bite out of her if you really push her” Jackson snickered.
Jonathan didn’t bite at his remark. Both blue sets of eyes watched you as you whined into your gag. The rope had cut into your flesh and the gag made your jaw ache. Jonathan wondered how long Jackson had been driving for with you confined into the boot. It was the middle of winter and the thin blanket was kicked off to the side, perhaps during a panic attack throughout the drive.
No, stop wondering about you.
The curiosity was loose on its lead. Jonathan needed to shut down the vast of ideas. But you were just so gratifying to the eye. Especially in all of that (or should he say little?) red. No, he had too many experiments already. Usually he would say the more the merrier, but he knew you’d be time consuming.
“Take her and leave” Jonathan reminded him as he turned his head away from you.
Jonathan’s throat tightened, he swore he could feel a ball of sweat drip down. But Jackson only gave him a cocky look and pulsed his lips.
“Have a taste of her first, then tell me that” Jackson chuckled, leaning closely to his brother.
“No, I must decline” Jonathan waved his hands in dismissal.
“Come on, look at her!” Jackson objected, pointing his hands at you. Quickly, Jackson wrapped his arm around Jonathan’s shoulders. “When was the last time you got laid Jonathan?” Jackson whispered, out of your hearing range, a wicked grin on his lips. A beat. Jackson twisted his head and looked Jonathan in the eyes. “Johnny? When was the last time?” Jackson repeated, sounding far more concerned this time round.
Jonathan cleared his throat and shrugged at his shoulders. “I have other greater focuses than sexual desires” Jonathan answered bluntly.
Jackson scoffed loudly and flung himself off of him as if he was contagious. “Always so technical!” Jackson insulted harshly.
“Enough Jackson” Jonathan raised his hand.
Jackson sat on the edge of the boot. As you were silently sobbing, his hand reached back to comfort you. As you looked up to him pleadingly, he scratched your chin.
“We had so much fun in college together! Don’t tell me you did it just for your big brother” Jackson winked, already knowing the truth.
“Correct. What was your saying? What’s yours is mine. I wasn’t able to look at someone else without you catching on” Jonathan hissed, resisting not to snap out and jab his fingers on his chest.
“I just didn’t want to miss out on the fun” Jackson shrugged his mouth, twisting his shoe on the floor like a disobedient child. Jonathan blinked darkly at him. “Alright, alright! I’m sorry about… Fuck, what even was her name?” Jackson muttered as he scratched the side of his head.
Jonathan scoffed and turned his head away. Jonathan was infatuated with a fellow classmate. She was the total package in his eyes, at least his primal desires lead him to believe. She had led him on, whispered dirty fantasies in his ear for weeks. Unfortunately, Jackson eventually caught on and jumped at the opportunity. Quickly after, Jonathan walked into their dorm room with Jackson blowing at her backside whilst eagerly telling him to join in.
“Hey, since we are speaking about her… I remember seeing her on the news years ago. I’m crossing my fingers that it was just a coincidence” Jackson spoke in a low tone, but his eyes were wide with curiosity.
“She got what she deserved” Jonathan answered in a dead tone.
“Fuck, you really are crazy!” Jackson bellowed out.
Your cries increased, causing both sets of eyes to snap onto you. Jackson tutted and leant down to you, his warm hands somehow sent shivers down your skin as he caressed you. Jonathan watched with intrigue as he tried to calm you. Jackson was treating you like a lost puppy.
“Babygirl, babygirl… Calm down, I’m sorting out your new home, my little brother just loves to be a stuck up twat at times'' Jackson chuckled, his thumb rolled over your chin whilst you tried to get your crying under control.
“You need to leave” Jonathan stated sharply, his arms crossed over his chest yet again. Jackson looked over his shoulder.
“Jonathan, I hate to put it all on you. But if you can’t take her, I’ll have to kill her” he said casually.
You screamed out and Jonathan’s cock couldn’t help but to twitch in his trousers. Had he been hard this whole entire time? But Jonathan shook off those urges.
“I don’t care what you do with her. I will not be involved in your affairs again” Jonathan determined.
“Fuuuck, I’m sorry babygirl… I tried my best, I really did” Jackson sighed as he pulled out a switchblade from his pocket. You shrieked out and squirmed around frantically.
“Fuck Jackson, not here!” Jonathan hissed.
“Oh, her screams can be piercing. I can’t risk her drawing attention as I’m stuck in rush hour” Jackson explained.
He balled his fists, but reluctantly let go of all of his anger as he locked eyes with you. The fear, oh the fear on your face was a perfect performance. It was hypnotizing. Jonathan was ready to drop to his knees to beg for you completely. But he knew he could bend you in whatever way. Jackson was as smart as he was dumb. It was a foolish move to offer you to him, Jonathan would corrupt you in ways neither of you knew.
His hand rested on his shoulder as Jackson taunted the blade towards you.
“Enough” Jonathan blinked.
“Well, what else am I supposed to do Johnny?” Jackson acted dumb, a mischief grin on his lips.
Jonathan didn’t reply, his eyes glued onto yours. Your words were muffled, but it was clear as day with how desperately you were pleading for your life. There was that look again, one that Jackson almost forgot about. The seed of obsession finally sprouted in Jonathan’s eyes.
“She has lovely eyes, doesn’t she?” Jackson hummed.
“Yes, you’re correct” Jonathan replied. “Does she have a name?” he asked softly.
Jackson murmured your name and Jonathan couldn’t resist but to groan it out. Such a fitting name. But the color or size of your eyes wasn’t the reason for your beauty. It was the fear that swam like pretty fish in a pond. Jonathan reached out to touch you and you flinched, your chest shaking.
“Shh, you don’t have to be scared sweetheart. I won’t hurt you” Jonathan assured as he slowly went to touch you again.
Not yet always.
“Oh, you poor thing… You’re so cold” Jonathan pouted as his hands traveled over your thighs. “Open the door” Jonathan ordered as he reached into the boot to pick you up.
“Okay boss” Jackson grinned as he headed towards the door.
Jonathan sat you up on the sofa in the living room, followed by both of the brothers sitting at either side of you. Their similar soft blue eyes beamed into your soul, you weren’t sure which one to look at. For the familiar brother had this dark smug look on his face and the other one’s eyes were dissecting you like a pig. So you resulted in staring at a random spot in the living room, you glued your eyes onto the cream lamp, and tried to find the beauty in its design. Your shoulders caved forward, skin trembled, but thankfully Jonathan already had the heating on. It was sure that you’d warm up in no time.
“Is she resistant?” Jonathan asked, his hands trailing over your bounded hands.
The red marks on your skin were mixed of fresh and old, he wondered how often you tried to break free. Jackson’s hand slipped through your hair to your scalp, he scratched your head as he admired you.
“Timid little thing she is. She’s quite cooperative. I doubt she’d dare to look in the wrong direction with the two of us here” Jackson answered with a dark smile.
Jonathan examined your body, a soft exhale escaped his lips as his hands ran up and down your bare skin. Daringly, you locked eyes with the twin brother, his eyes softened, a smirk crept onto his lips.
“You’re so cold sweetheart. So, so cold. Couldn’t he have given you something warmer to wear?” Jonathan teased as he leant closer to you, his breath fanned at your skin. Typically, you shuddered, which he adored.
“Not my fault she kicked off her blanket” Jackson shrugged his shoulders, no empathy in sight.
Jonathan gently undid your gag. A deep inhale came from you as you rotated your tense, aching jaw. Then you looked over to your abductor.
“Ja-Jackson” you whimpered out hoarsely, your jaw stung.
Jackson was quick to move his body towards yours, his cruel arms wrapped over your shoulders as he rubbed his nose against your cheek. A hint of jealousy flashed in Jonathan’s bright blue eyes, his arms should be around you, your body should be leaning into his. You laid your head on him as you tried to stretch out your jaw. How was it that you were showing trust to your abuser? Jackson’s eyes flickered from you both, he instantly picked up on the thoughts running through Jonathan’s mind.
“It’s okay baby girl, my brother will be gentle… Maybe” Jackson chaffed as he patted your inner thigh. He leant into your ear, but didn’t bother to whisper. “Give Johnny a kiss for welcoming us into his home” he ordered.
Your lips wobbled as you examined the seriousness in his command. Submissively, you turned your head towards Jonathan. A frustrated exhale left Jonathan’s lips, he didn’t like Jackson being in control still. But at the same time he couldn’t pass on feeling the sensation of your lips combined. You suckled on his lower lip breifly. Then Jonathan deepened the kiss, his hands tugged your body onto his, Jackson chuckled knowingly. With his tongue deep in your mouth, he explored every inch of you. The way your innocent moans and whimpers would vibrate was celestial.
Jackson pressed his front against your behind. One hand rested on your hip whilst the other tangled itself into your hair. Playfully, he’d gently tug your head back, just to watch Jonathan’s expression turn more animalistic as he tried to keep your mouths combined. After a few minutes of that, Jackson abruptly pulled your head back, his head pressed against the side of your neck, Jonathan’s eyes narrowed.
“Come on baby girl, show him your gratitude and suck his cock” Jackson kindly suggested.
Jackson pushed you onto the floor, not harshly yet not kindly. With his cock begging to be set free from his trousers, Jonathan couldn’t look past that idea. Eagerly, he unbuckled his belt and welcomed his aching member. The binds made it hard for you to get comfortable on your knees, but you quickly shuffled closer to Jonathan.
He leant forward to make it easier for you, his hands slipped into your hair as he guided you down his length. Jonathan was longer, Jackson was thicker. But they both had that same smooth look. Your eyes squeezed shut with embarrassment as you tried to do good, just like Jackson taught you to. You gagged out as you finally reached the base, it was so difficult to do with your hands restrained.
Jackson praised you, his hand rubbing your shoulder as fresh tears broke free. Even though Jackson’s comments were irritating, Jonathan couldn’t help but to like how it motivated you to keep going.
“Fuck sweetheart, you’re doing a terrific job” Jonathan complimented as he caressed the side of your face with the back of his hand.
“Alright, come here baby girl, it’s my turn” Jackson hummed as he slipped his hand to his belt.
A tidal wave of jealousy crashed over Jonathan suddenly. Literally fuck that, Jonathan will not be edged to watch his brother enjoy your sweet mouth. The same mouth that he had been abusing for months now. The mouth that is supposed to be a gift for him. His hands held your head towards his base.
“No, your lips will stay around my cock until I finish” Jonathan demanded calmly, your cheeks hollowed out to please him.
“Johnny” Jackson warned as his fingers tightened around his leather belt.
“You brought her here for me, did you not?” Jonathan challenged, cocking a confident brow towards him.
“So fucking greedy” Jackson muttered as he fell back onto the couch. Jonathan scoffed at his remark. His palm kneaded over his bulge, eyes fluttered with boredom of being cockblocked by his brother of all people. “Come on baby girl, show him how good I taught you to be” he coached as he noticed Jonathan’s shoulders tremble lightly.
He leant forward again, your head bobbed up and down almost mechanically. Just the way he taught you so. Then, his member slipped free from your mouth, you ran your tongue down underneath and suckled on his balls. A quick, pathetic moan slipped out of his lips. A mischief grin grew on Jackson’s lips as he observed Jonathan try to keep a composed expression and figure. Jonathan used to moan all of the time, it was cute, him trying to act all tough nowadays.
“Come on baby, pretend it’s me in your mouth” Jackson egged on, his tongue licked over his lips. Jonathan’s nostrils flared as he saw you look over to his brother.
“Don’t listen to him and look at me” Jonathan ordered harshly.
His mouth fell open, vicious growls grunted out as his hands tugged at your roots to guide your mouth back throat deep onto him. When he spurted his white thick ropes out, his hips raised and eyes rolled back. A long overdue moan echoed throughout the room. You kept your head down like a good girl indeed. Gradually, he freed you and you gasped out for air.
They both admired the way you struggled for calm breathing. The way your eyes squeezed shut, chest heaved and body trembled. Finally, Jackson undid his belt and pulled it from the loops.
“So are we going to fuck her together like old times or what?” Jackson arrogantly asked as he stood up.
Jonathan scoffed and stood up quickly, he squeezed his base to get the blood flowing again. “What makes you think I desire to go back to that trauma?” Jonathan dissed.
“Wow, time has certainly changed you” Jackson snorted. “Come on Johnny, for old times sake” he smirked, his hand resting on his shoulder.
When you coughed out, the taste of salt all over your tongue, they both looked down at you. You sat on your side, your legs curled in and arms propped in front of you to hold your tired body up. It showed all of your curves perfectly.
“Such an ideal body” Jonathan whispered, Jackson hummed in agreement. “Help me untie her” Jonathan ordered suddenly as he got onto the floor with you.
Both of the brothers’ hands trailed over your skin. The goosebumps weren’t from the coldness anymore. Gentle moans escaped your lips as Jackson squeezed those random sensitive spots on your body, a cheeky smirk on his lips as he untied your feet. Jonathan’s eyes stalked you as he untied your wrists, you gulped as you looked up to him, he nodded his head to reassure you.Your body ached completely, you brought your hand up to your mouth and wiped it clean.
“Gonna need to stretch you out completely after this” Jonathan sighed.
Jonathan lifted you up, his arms wrapped around the small of your back. Jackson came up and pressed himself up behind you. Jonathan coached you to reach up to the ceiling, praising you as you held your arms up to help relieve some of the tension in your body. Whilst Jackson kissed your neck sloppily, praising you of how good you always smell and taste.
“She’s scared of you” Jonathan pointed out.
The look in your eyes was too familiar for him to determine as anything else. Jackson chuckled at the elephant in the room.
“Yeah I mean I did steal her away, but she still likes me, don’t you baby?” Jackson murmured.
“Y-yes Jackson” you whispered, your head turning slightly back.
“She’s really shy, it'll take some time for her to talk to you” Jackson mocked smugly.
“Hold her up” Jonathan clicked his tongue.
Jonathan dropped to his knees and spread your knees apart. A shudder echoed through you as his slender digits traced over your inner thighs. Teasingly, he slowly pulled your thong off and planted gentle kisses on your calves. Then his fingers brushed over your glistering bare cunt. He could only assume that Jackson waxed you regularly, he hated hair down there. But all of the drip that trickled down your legs fueled his ego. He didn’t realize someone could get so turned on by giving head. Firstly he nibbled at the skin near your entrance. Gradually, his tongue motioned over to your clit, then he took your folds in his mouth. Embarrassed, you bit onto the insides of your cheeks, your moans grumbled out of you as your hips squirmed around.
“Don’t hold back your moaning baby, let it all out” Jackson chuckled, his hand slipped underneath your bra and pinched at your hardened nipple.
Following his orders, you let up your shameful moans and flexed your hips back and forward. Jonathan grinned as he held onto the back of your thighs, his tongue deep in your warmth. You tasted like a golden apple, his tongue flicked over to every spongy spot it could reach. Your head fell back on Jackson’s shoulders as you felt your orgasm grow within your heated skin. His fingers rolled over your nipple as Jonathan rubbed his nose against your clit. A sudden hypnotic moan erupted in the room as you entered your state of pure bliss. You could have sworn that you saw stars, but you always thought you saw stars these days since being in Jackson’s care.
You slumped into Jackson’s arms. Jonathan took great pleasure in cleaning up your climax. Leaving plenty of sloppy kisses on your inner thighs afterwards. With a gentle tug to his newly formed erection, he looked up to your beauty.
“Thank you Jonathan” you gulped out as he rose to his feet.
Jackson smirked behind you as Jonathan smiled softly at you. Manners were always a requirement for him, he’s taught you so well…
“Anytime sweetheart” Jonathan winked.
“You want to fuck her pussy first or what?” Jackson winked back at Jonathan.
Jonathan’s sweet expression soured instantaneously.
“Her cunt is mine only” Jonathan spat with possessiveness, eyes two pitch black pools of greed.
“Jonathan” Jackson gritted his teeth. “You’re skating on thin ice, I’m not a nice guy if given blue balls” he addressed, his hold on you tightened.
“Want me to forgive you? I’m having this my way” Jonathan fought, a daring look on his face.
“Fine, just for tonight though” Jackson exhaled dramatically as his hand rolled over your lips. “Are we going to the bedroom?” Jackson teased as Jonathan pressed his front to yours again.
“You’re not stepping foot into my room” Jonathan huffed.
“Fuck my bad” Jackson rolled his eyes.
There was zero care in Jonathan’s blood as he kissed you passionately, your body pressed back up against Jackson. Your arms trembled as you hesitantly wrapped them around his neck. Swiftly, Jonathan pulled you away from his brother, his hands carefully roamed over your bare skin and gripped onto your rear.
“Okay darling, you’re gonna show me how well you can ride my cock, you okay with that?” Jonathan hummed as he guided you back to the couch.
You tried to look over to Jackson for assurance, but Jonathan pressed his fingers to your jaw, keeping your eyes on him. Jackson watched darkly behind, his arms crossed over his chest as Jonathan whispered words into your ear. Then, you were carefully unbuttoning Jonathan’s white shirt. Jackson’s nostrils flared as he started to unbutton his own. When his undershirt was pulled over his head, Jonathan fell onto the couch, making sure that you straddled his snatched waist.
He took off his glasses, but smiled as your beauty was still clear. Guiding your eager cunt above his dripping tip, you weighed your body onto his. You whined sweetly as every inch brought a new nourishing sensation to your tunnel. As you adjusted to his length, Jonathan grinned smugly at Jackson.
“Here’s what we are going to do… We’re going to show Jacky how much better I fuck you? Alright sweetheart?” Jonathan instructed optimistically.
“Oh Jonathan! Where did this confidence come from!” Jackson praised as he clapped his hands together.
Despite the heavy attempt to be cockblocked and degraded, he couldn’t help but to feel proud of Jonathan. Back in the day, Jonathan practically sat in the corner waiting for his turn. He’d be so shy, timid, awkward with a girl. Jackson really had to coach Jonathan on what to do, and how not to finish so damn fast.
Jonathan ignored Jackson and motioned his hips up and down, the pace increased with each thrust. As the motions picked up, your usual stiff figure seemed to be melting like candle wax. Your head was buried in the crook of Jonathan’s neck, but Jackson had a perfect view of your needy hips acting like a bitch in heat. That look in Jonathan’s eyes was nothing that Jackson had ever seen in him before.
A look of fear crossed Jackson’s face. The realization that Jonathan was going to be completely possessed by you spiked his jealousy. The idea of it felt perfect in his head, but now that it was real, Jackson feared he’d regret it the next time he’d drop by. Jonathan was going to corrupt you. Turn his good girl bad.
No, fuck that. You’d remember who you truly belong to, always.
Your legs were pushed out on the couch, cheeks spread apart, back hole on display for Jackson like a toy store at Christmas time. Finally, Jackson stripped his upper body naked and freed his eager member, soundlessly stepping towards you.
“Jackson” Jonathan growled as he pressed his tip to your back hole.
“Oh trust me, she loves anal” Jackson promised, one hand on your hip, the other on his size.
You didn’t like it, it was clear by your initial expression. Immediately your stomach tensed as you felt Jackson intruding your back tunnel. The logic inside made Jonathan want to push Jackson off of you. However, he liked how frightened you were of Jackson, and how dependent you were on him instead because of it. Even if you didn’t notice it yet, because he had already picked up on how your arms are tightened around his neck and face inched closer to his. Likewise to what Jackson said, it works to his benefit.
“You’ll be okay sweetheart, just look at me okay?” Jonathan reassured.
You were crying intensely, but Jonathan couldn’t help but to get turned on even more by it. Luckily for you, Jonathan wasn’t a massive fan of anal either. So you’d never have to worry around him. Jackson’s thrusts were forceful, his lower lip in between his teeth as he took out the frustration Jonathan forced on him. Even though you hated having your backside abused, your puckered hole always seemed to wrap around his cock perfectly.
“Such a good girl, you’re doing a terrific job sweetheart” Jonathan continued on, his hips rotated in circles.
“Yeah, taking two fucking cocks. That's my good little whore” Jackson huffed as he slapped your rear.
“Jo- Ja-” you panted, not knowing who’s name to moan.
“Say it, say my name” Jonathan urged, his damp fingers pressed against your clit.
“Jonathan” you whined pathetically.
Jonathan smiled wickedly and hummed his praise. Earning a dirty look from Jackson. Jackson’s hand looped your hair as he pulled you back. He snarled by your ear, his nostrils flaring like a beast.
“Jackson!” you panted, earning a satisfied grin from him.
“Still my good girl?” Jackson whispered, out of Jonathan’s range.
“Yes!” you promised instantly.
“Good girl” Jackson grumbled before he pressed his lips to your heated cheek.
He stayed over your back, giving you sloppy kisses left, right and center. It wasn’t common for Jackson to kiss you, only mainly during aftercare. But this urge inside of him demanded to show his brother who’s property you really were at the end of the day.
“Doesn’t her pussy just feel like paradise Jonathan?” Jackson smirked, their cocks slowly disappearing and reappearing out of you.
“It does” he agreed gleefully.
“Understand why I said best fuck now?” he asked confidently.
“Certainly” Jonathan moaned as you clenched around him.
No one was sure if it was a competition as to who would finish first or last. Jonathan brushed your cervix repetitively, you moaned out in awe, a wide smile on your lips as your hips rocked faster and faster. Jackson hardly had to move his hips, you were that energetic. Both of them soon worried if they would be able to keep up with you.
“Fuck baby girl, I’m close… Are you?” Jackson exhaled, his hands squeezed your cheeks.
“She is” Jonathan chimed in, the corners of his lips wide apart. “I can feel her squeezing me for dear life” he pointed out.
“Fuck Jonathan!” you suddenly screamed, a beautiful piece of art of pain and pleasure on your face.
“That feels perfect doesn’t it?” Jonathan teased, his fingers caressed your cheeks.
Jackson was gobsmacked. Where did Jonathan learn to talk like this, him, obviously. But it was almost like looking into his reflection, Jonathan had stepped out of his shell and broke it to pieces. Not to mention his dick game seemed to be evolved into a unknown creature.
“Ughh! So good Jonathan! So-so” you stammered.
Your vision turned blurry as you felt your second orgasm climb higher than it ever has before. Never had Jackson heard you so vocal. Yes he could turn you into a moaning mess, but rarely would he get proper words out of you. You were just always so timid around Jackson. Somehow Jonathan has already gotten under your skin and Jackson found himself pumping his cock into you the way he knew it would make you scream.
Jackson had always treated you like a shiny obnoxiously big trophy. He wanted to show off how he always had the best in the world. But Jonathan treated you like a priceless artifact, almost worshiping you even though you were supposed to be at his feet. It was known that he was studying you right now, figuring you out completely as you turned into a complete slut for them. Both of the brothers suffered from hubris traits. One of them may end up dying for you one day.
You came first, Jackson thought that he’d melt into goo with how your entire body tensed. They both had to hold onto you as your body shook with massive vibrations. Your head dropped forward, Jonathan kissed you passionately as he pumped his tip against your sensitive walls. The sound of your moans were so angelic, they could listen to you for hours.
Then followed Jonathan, he couldn’t hold himself back any longer. His hold on you tightened as his cock completely disappeared inside of you. As your canal was marked in his white ropes, Jonathan gave you a tender kiss as he shuddered. Proudly, Jackson came last, filling your back tunnel full of his cum. It was always a sight to see his seed drip out of your holes. Somewhat instinctively, you pushed your body back up against Jackson. It took all of your strength, but Jackson held onto you and kissed you sensually. With his hands massaging your posterior, he let you go back to lay on Jonathan. All of you were covered in hot sweat, but only you and Jonathan were out of breath.
“Oh, how I’m going to miss you babygirl” Jackson murmured to himself as he fixed his trousers back to normal.
The two of you were latched as one, your eyes closed as Jonathan’s hands traced over your upper arms. With your head buried back in the crook of his neck, Jackson chuckled as he slipped on his undershirt.
“Yeah, she loves to be held afterwards. She’ll quickly fall asleep in your arms if you don’t let go” he explained arrogantly, beginning to button up his dress shirt.
“You can leave now Jackson” Jonathan exhaled, his nose twitched.
“Oh come on, I won’t say goodbye to her that easily. I have to stay at least a couple of days, my flight isn’t until next week so no point in trying to get rid of me” Jackson laughed softly.
He needed the next few days to ensure you remember whose feet you’ll always kneel before. The challenge would be fun. But Jackson couldn’t help but to bloom as the nostalgic sensation, he missed Jonathan. Not that he’d ever admit that.
“How about I go get us all some takeaway and you two can get to know each other better in the meantime?” Jackson cocked an eyebrow. It was always a yes in his opinion if Jonathan remained silent. He picked up his jacket and waltzed towards the front entrance. “Still like Japanese!” Jackson called out before slamming the door shut.
Your head popped up at the sound, you gulped, your mouth dry and reality weighing heavily on you. His soft blue eyes returned to their dark state. As your figure turned stiff, Jonathan smirked at the mellow fearful look in your eyes.
“Fuck sweetheart, I just might need to call in sick for work tomorrow” he admitted.
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🌙 Moon Phases 🌙
Agatha Harkness X Fem!Reader
Chapter 1. - Chapter 2. - Chapter 3
Chapter 4. - Chapter 5. - Chapter 6
Word Count: 1470
Chapter 7:
The door closed behind you as the last of you entered, but no one was bothered by it. Instead, everyone was busy staring at the luxurious interior that did not match the vibe of the house outside.
"It's not exactly the stuff of nightmares." Jen commented, passively proving Agatha that such things were more to her liking.
The decor, the rich life and everything was something that Jen would easily have in her life; if she did not have her magic bound and forced to make "vegan" candles and products for ridiculous low prizes while fighting lawsuits for "little" accidents.
"The Road changes for the coven." Agatha explained bluntly.
However, it was Lilia that took notice of something else... her clothes.
"It changed us, too." She pointed out, making everyone look at themselves and at one another.
Indeed, the clothes had changed to fit the mood more; now, all of witches resembling rich housewives than anything else.
You dared to glance at yourself, eyebrows shooting up in surprise at the outfit the Road had chosen for you.
Your vest and tie were gone. Instead, a nice baby pink shirt had replaced the three buttons open and was rather generous with your cleavage. The outfit matched with a set of bright white pants and a white/creme jacket.
Bonus point, you were no longer barefoot, though you were not sure how to feel about the open toe ankle strapped heels
"My amulet!" Alice exclaimed in panic, searching for her very special necklace.
By instant, your hand went to your neck where yours was always tied but did not find it. Before panic could settle in, though, you took notice of one of the many bracelets you had in your arms.
One of them was your amulet, the three moon phases offering you some comfort.
Amulets were important for all witches, special symbols chosen by otherworldly powers, and each one unique to each witch. They carried fragments of your power. They symbolised your affinity, and more than once, they were enchanted to offer protection against lesser evil.
Everyone started to walk inside, some like Jen looking for a mirror to fully admire their new outfit and hairstyle, others the decorations; and some like Teen; took notice of something that stood out in this serene living room.
You stayed where you were, ready to take a step forward when you took notice of Agatha slowly heading for the door, only to realize there was no doorknob and no way to exit.
You shook your head faintly and placed one hand on your waist, connecting your gaze with hers.
"Ags," you said softly, and she offered you an innocent smile, as if you had not observed her trying to leave the room. "You know how it goes. There is no way out once a trial starts"
She huffed faintly, knowing that too well, but she still was willing to try. She was never a patient woman, and right now, she had no reason to be. She needed her powers as quickly as possible and to get away from everyone; hopefully stealing you with her along the way.
"Well, it was worth a shot," she argued and fixed her outfit, not hiding her dissing at the turtleneck and the very boring cliché outfit chosen for her.
"You know, this style is not that bad on you. Think you could pull it off, " you commented, hoping to take her mind off something at least.
Agatha rolled her eyes as she walked your way, confident as ever. "Oh, please. You liked anything I chose to wear. Terrible company for shopping"
You could not help but smirk. "True," you agreed, not once offended by her cheeky remark. "Though you could never truly blame me"
This might have been the longest talk you had with one another in a long time, and you did not want it to end. This back and forth comment and slight flirty remarks were always your thing; perhaps was also what had exposed your relationship the first time.
Back then, the world was not that tolerant with your preferences, and even now; sometimes it felt as if your feelings for the same gender were illegal, a mistake.
She stood between you and the door, head held high. While you were the same height, these heels did add you a few inches to make you taller than her, and somehow, you knew she did not fully like it.
Her gaze remained locked with yours and yet she could not help but let her eyes trail down your body, attracted by the open top of your shirt.
It had been too long since she had seen you in tempting clothes, buttons, and ribbons close enough that she could tease and remove without much of an effort.
You titled your head faintly to the side, drawing her attention to your delicate neck.
It was frustrating how easily she was attracted to you, a deep need to recreate all your past moments that never left her memory. She would never allow it to happen, not with others present and not before she had obtained her powers back.
You knew that, but still seeing the way she would look at you, the mood changing when she had her chance to comment on your words made you happy.
It was proof that despite the passing years, despite the time you spent away from one another; you had not become complete strangers... not yet.
There was still this spark between you that could easily be fed and grown into a huge fire, if only you would both let her.
You took a deep breath, fighting back the need to grab and kiss her; even if it was for a mere second. You knew now it was not the Time nor the place to try and bring back the spark you always seemed to have for one another.
"Oh my god!" Sharon shouted, worrying you all that something happened. Yet, when the mortal woman walked back into the living room with a smile on her face; your worries washed away. "Bury me in that kitchen."
"Careful what you wish, Mrs. Davis" You could not help but mumble, your mouth working before your brain could stop it. "Wishes are a powerful thing"
Your words did not seem to ease the atmosphere, and you could not help but receive different looks from your fellow witches. Your words did sound little too ominous for their liking, and considering you seemed to have some connection to Agatha, it made them even less willing to trust you right away.
Thankfully for you, Teen was there to save the day.
"Hey, check this out!" The boy called, making you all look at him; temptations and sinful thoughts pushed to the back of your minds.
You quickly noticed that in his hands, he held an envelope, and your curiosity got the best of you. You walked towards him along with the others, only Agatha trailing behind; careful of what might happen once that envelope was opened.
"The Witches' Road cordially invites you to The First Trial." He read the outside of the envelope before daring to open it. "It's a riddle. My age has value. I'm no fun alone. I mess with your mind. My tricks are well-known."
You held back a scoff. By the divine godess, did you hate riddles, always messing with your head, and unfortunately; you were never really good with them either.
Perhaps that was why they frustrated you that much.
"That's a gorgeous card stock. Double-sided, too." Sharon said, quickly taking and inspecting the card with the riddle on.
"What does it mean?" Jen asked.
"That it's really expensive."
"The riddle, Mrs. Davis." You explained to the human woman, who was once again lost in her own little world.
"My age has value, no fun alone, i mess with mind, my tricks are well-known... " Alice mumbled as she read the riddle out loud.
Agatha thought for a moment. "Sounds like a witch
Jen quickly grabbed the chance to comment. "Sounds like you."
An intense staring started between the two women, Agatha, even daring to minic Jen and not helping with the situation or the riddle.
Suddenly, Sharon turned and noticed something that was not on the table a moment ago. "Wine!"
Immediately, everyone realised that this was the answer.
"That's it. Ten points for Mrs. Hart." Jen said and all turned to look at the bottle of wine, accompanied by 6 wine glasses.
"Wait, we don't know what'll happen if we drink it." Lilia voiced out as Agatha grabbed the wine bottle.
"But if we don't follow these obvious breadcrumbs, we can't move forward, and we won't get to big prize," Agatha argued. "So, does anybody have a corkscrew?"
Chapter 8
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FULL FEM FORTRESS LINE UP
i finally FINALLY finished this lineup. those fuckers are in my head more that they should be. after writing my ideas for them i HAD TO DRAW THEM, i had such a clear image in my mind. the only one I've drawn before where engie, medic, sniper and scout, but those were just sketches.
if you wanna read what I wrote about them you can find the three posts here: defense | offense | support
full lineup, sketch lineup and design thoughts under the cut:
i always like the sketches more but i love the clear lineart, it makes the character more readable, so now it's time for some design thoughts:
engie - she was the first, she has seen everythin- no ok wrong franchise. i meant, she was the one i was more certain of. the outfit didn't change from the og but i made her have two small pigtails. i always viewed them as a cow girl hairstyle, and they're also practical. a stable hairstyle that keeps your hair out of your face.
heavy - the sleaves where kinda an instant idea i KNEW i had to incorporate. so i did a bit of reaserch on traditional russian clothes and their patterns. they seems to be very geometrical with not more than 5 colors, which two of them are white and black, usually at the seams or borders of the clothing. so i tried to do that. i really like how it came out.
demo - not much to say aside from me winging the hairstyle. i honestly didn't know which one to give to her, but i knew i didn't want a long hair style. maybe one day i'll draw her without the hat.
scout - she is the one with my favorite design. i LOVE how it came out. i fell it express her cockiness the best. i tried putting her in the og outift but eh, i prefer this one.
soldier - this is literally just normal soldier. i tried to but more "femminine" traits in her face. but still, just soldier with boobs.
pyro - it's normal pyro, with some stickers cause why not.
medic - she's my love. my beauty, the absolute perfection. i love her and every time i draw her she becomes more and more creepy. and i love her so much. at first i was unsure about the hairstyle, i tried to but her in a high bun but it didn't fit the face shape, so i just gave her a side swoosh. also you may have noticed she has the nurse hat, well, that's just because i think it's cute, and i mean, she is a field doctor and usually the women there where red crosses so, made sense to me.
sniper - ah, my beautiful, unkept woman. i had a hard time making her face look rugged without giving her 30 years more and doing that on women is actually pretty difficult. i had one time an art teacher saying to me "every line on a woman's face gives her 10 years more" and holy fuck if that's true. the second problem was the body type. a lot of people do her slim, and at first i drew her like so, but i found myself appreciating a bigger waist line, creating a sort of square siluette.
spy - finally the beautiful femme fatale. i will ALWAYS have problems with spy's suit color. i can't. it always feels so wrong aaaa. but that aside, i did a simple google search for 60s women's suit and i kinda went with it. it's a bit different from the og spy suit but it's also different from modern suits, so i had a bit of an hard time adjusting the jacket.
my asks are open if you wanna know more of them or if you wanna see them in some specific scenario!! and if you like tf2 i also did a team furtress lineup with explainations.
consider supporting me on my KOFI, i recently opened commissions!!
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Fem!Izuku 💚
Technically a doodle since it only took me 2-3 hours to finish.
I know Horikoshi drew him as a girl with short hair but I like to imagine it longer, fluffy and styled like his mother's.
Not entirely sure how big of a difference growing up quirkless as a girl would be and how much that would've affected her once she entered UA but, again, I'm no author so I'll keep it simple:
As per my headcanon, she's still roughly the same with ofc more feminine mannerisms and I reckon there'd be some differences with her fighting style/patterns even when she's trying to imitate All might (bc I know I'd probably move different if I was a guy). She's still bestfriends with Iida and Ochaco but would also be closer to her other female classmates and would attend any scheduled hang outs with them unless it falls on a training day with All might or smtg--Girls night every other week or month once they enter the dorms.
Speaking of All might, he's already doting on male Izuku but he'll probably be even more protective if he was a girl (doesn't help that he's reminded of Nana when he sees her hairstyle). Aizawa doesn't believe in the notion that girls be automatically coddled bc of their gender but I'm sure after getting to know his number one problem child, he'll low-key be more sweet on her than the rest and is extra harsh during training bc he wants to make sure she can protect herself.
Izuku is exasperated but also appreciates it and would indulge them bc they're her dads.
Self indulgent thought: She has her hoard of admirers (villains included) but is extremely dense and anything but a blunt no nonsense confession to her face will be perceived as a reach out for friendship. Katsuki is her guard dog in these matters bc he definitely likes her but is being stupid about it, understandable considering their still unresolved-complicated past, so he takes it upon himself to keep away other dunces who think they can get lucky. Shouto and Hitoshi have a pass bc they're her friends, but he keeps an eye on them just in case.
Self indulgent thought #2: as a girl who grew up quirkless, she's def more sensitive when it comes to sa/ppl generally taking advantage of others and so would've snapped and had Mineta expelled on the first week, if not first day of class. That would've opened up a spot early for Hitoshi to join in. With Izuku's power of persuasion to wear down his i-didnt-come-here-to-make-friends stance and Hitoshi finding out that she was the reason for him getting into hero class so soon? The guy was an instant goner and never looked away since. The todoroki vs deku fight during the festival is a fixed event in my hc so Shouto fell in love there.
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How does grell like to give and receive affection?
Grell Sutcliff x Fem!Reader
Since you didn't specifically say what gender you wanted the reader to be, I made it a fem reader. If that's not what you wanted, please forgive me. Sorry for the grammar mistakes. I hope you like it
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Pure Fluff ♡♡♡
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Headcanons: How she likes to receive and give affection
Giving affection:
- Grell would spend time going shopping with you. Both you and Grell would go shopping for clothes and makeup, which could last for hours, and she would give her compliments on everything you try on.
“Darling, that dress would go together with these heels better. If grim rippers could die, I think I would do so again by just looking at you.”
- Grell would love to talk about gossip while painting nails with you.
“Apparently, Bassy's type is women who have large baps! I mean, that's so typical of men to look for in a woman, but REALLY? I mean, do men not look into anything else other than that- Oh hun your nail is chipped. What did I tell you about being careful with your nails?”
- When she would come home from working for hours, she would run up to you and cling to you as if she hadn't seen you in years. She would also spend hours cuddling with you.
“It feels dreadfully boring when I'm not with you. Especially when I have to look at people's boring records, it's always the same boring things with them, waking up, going to work, then going home, sleeping, and repeating. It doesn't help that Williams is extremely strict, always being rude to me as well.”
- Grell would give you kisses almost every time she sees you. In private or public, it doesn't matter to her. Bonus points to her if she makes you flustered in public.
“Would you mind doing that in private?” - Williams
- Grell would give you pet names
“My Rose” “Hun” “Darling” “Dear”
Receiving affection:
-You saw Grell eyeing a pair of heels through the glass of a famous shoe company. So the next day, while she was at work, you decided to buy the shoes and wrap the box into a gift.
“My Rose, I'm home! Oh? What's this, Darling?”
You chuckle, “It's for you, Love. Why don't you open it?”
“Oh you shouldn’t have dear, why just coming home- Oh my! These are the heels I wanted! How romantic of you, dear! You know how to capture a lady’s heart!” (She would probably then launch herself towards you and give you kisses all over your face.)
- While Grell loves giving physical affection to you, she also loves to receive it back. One day, she would be on a walk with you and talking about gossip or maybe about someone's record when all of a sudden she felt your lips on her cheek.
“And I said-” She stops walking dead on her track and looks at you,
“Oh, Darling, would you do that again, please, I love how your lips felt on my cheek! Why not a kiss on the lips this time!”
- While Grell loves being bought gifts, she also loves it when you give her a handmade gift.
She was going to grab her death scythe. She saw a small key chain hanging on the handle. She looked closely, and it was a small rose.
“Oh, my heart can’t take it, my Love. Receiving gifts from your heart can kill a woman in an instant. When I look at this key chain, I will always think of my Rose.”
-Grell cherishes and enjoys your compliments towards her. Whether it's her perfume, clothing, makeup, hairstyle, etc. She puts in a lot of effort when it comes to her looks, so when she hears you compliment her, she feels as if someone finally appreciates her efforts (she would crave more from you).
“My goodness darling, if you keep complimenting me, I think my knees would melt from your sweet words. But continue, tell me what else you like about me today.”
In the end, she loves you to death♡
~Lilly's
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┊❛ 𝘦𝘵𝘩𝘢𝘯 𝘸𝘪𝘯𝘵𝘦𝘳𝘴 𝖺𝗌 𝗒𝗈𝗎𝗋 𝖼𝖺𝗋𝖾𝗀𝗂𝗏𝖾𝗋 ❜┊headcannonsᵎᵎ
A / N : ( ethan winters x bb!reg reader - implied fem!reader ) give this man the #1 best dad mug cause he fluffin' deserves it ! writting for him was so much fun ~ i hope you enjoy reading this as much as i like writting for him
━━ oh... ethan would be the best caregiver ever!! especially for a baby!regressor
━━ he ' d be so soo gentle with you and very affectionate too always carrying you around , attaching you to his hip like a koala while he goes on about his day
━━ mornings with him would feel the most serene , when youre still sleepy but its almost eleven and he could feel hunger rumbling thru your tummy , he ' ll put you on his lap with his hand propted up to hold a bottle of warm milk for you to suckle while the other one is swipping through newspaper pages. he ' s a supermom
━━ daddy!ethan would never raise his voice at you nor could he get mad at you. theres this special voice he use to you & only for you , it never fails to lull you to sleep
━━ daddy!ethan would be so experienced with caring for baby youu , always knows how to act and acts fast , he knows you like the palm of his hand
━━ daddy is so proud of you that he doesn ' t move on until you know it . every lil accomplishment you do like saying his name or just by simply getting through the day , he always praises you for them
━━ " dad ' s lil baby did so well today! i ' m so proud of you sweetcheeks " or " that ' s right baby! e-than , that ' s me ! oh my baby ' s learning so fast !! don ' t you ever grow up love " cCRRYINGGG
━━ he would cherish every single thing you gave him , drawings you did are scattered on the fridge ( even if they are just swirlies or unconsistent blobs ) and he has cameras that he brings everywhere one is an instant camera and the other one is a digicam so he could record you & store polaroids of you
━━ daddy is the most best at calming you down ! whenever you ' re fussy or in the verge of crying he ' ll gather you on his arms and rock you , luring you back and forth while he whispers reassurance to your ears
━━ "oh let it out sunshine . . it ' s okay , daddy ' s here for you"
━━ will do your hair for you and the outfits he puts you on are GOOD (/´△`\) he ' s such a girl dad omygod , in his spare time where you ' re down for a nap or too occupied playing he ' ll search up youtube tutorials on hairstyles that are perfect for your hairtype , easy breakfast videos and mom-hacks IMCRYING
━━ da ' s have a myriad of nicknames for you , he can ' t keep count . it changes every other sentence
━━ daddy spoils you profusely , staring at a teddy for more than 5 seconds will automatically to him- means that you want it . he doesnt let you know he ' s getting you it immediately though , letting hours go by and if you ' ve been a good bab then he ' ll surprise you with it
━━ " daddy loves you more than anything " is something he says to you everyday , there wouldn ' t be a day when he forgets to
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Topaz Themed Alter
pt. Topaz themed alter
General ✿ — name : Topaz ✿ — pronouns : they/them ✿ — gender terms : neutral ✿ — presentation (masc, fem, neu) : masculine ✿ — age : 327 ✿ — labels : lesbian, nonbinary ✿ — birthday : n/a
System ✿ — role(s) : medic ✿ — type : willogenic ✿ — source : luuv-zomby
Personality ✿ — general mood / emotion : calm ✿ — traits : loyal, calm, cautious, trusting ✿ — mannerisms / habits : tends to take care of the body after incidents ✿ — priorities : healing ✿ — pet peeves : people who refuse to heal ✿ — introvert / extrovert / omnivert / ambivert : introvert
✿ — aesthetic : basics ✿ — theme : topaz ✿ — theme song : n/a
Appearance ✿ — body type : overweight and box like ✿ — species : demon ✿ — height / weight : average height, overweight ✿ — voice / accent : medium, American accenr ✿ — hairstyle / hair type / hair color : side shave, fluffy, brown hair ✿ — facial shape : square ✿ — eye shape / eye color : narrow downturned brown eyes ✿ — nose shape : slightly downturned ✿ — lip shape : thin ✿ — other features : freckles. piercings
✿ — clothing aesthetic : basics
Ideas ✿ — dream job : nurse ✿ — fears : messing up in nursing school ✿ — regrets : screwing around in school the years prior ✿ — insecurities : grades ✿ — core values : honesty, loyalty ✿ — philosophies : philosophy of healthcare, hate is very powerful, no extreme thoughts, suffering is caused by desire
Interests ✿ — likes : roleplaying, math, reading, alternative music, classical music ✿ — dislikes : being bored ✿ — loves : nothing ✿ — hates : nothing ✿ — hyperfixations : medicine, science ✿ — unbearable : people who refuse to heal (instant cut off to them) ✿ — comforts : cats, learning
✿ — favorite color : orange ✿ — favorite activity : learning ✿ — favorite song : Army Dreamers - Kate Bush ✿ — favorite music genre : classical ✿ — favorite game : minecraft ✿ — favorite TV show : Chicago Med ✿ — favorite movie : none ✿ — favorite food : grilled chicken ✿ — favorite drink : water ✿ — favorite scent : hand sanitizer ✿ — favorite flower : lilies ✿ — favorite feeling : joy ✿ — favorite season : fall ✿ — favorite weather : windy
Extra ✿ — other :
#plural system#endo safe#willogenic#build a headmate#build an alter#anti radqueer#anti transid#alter creation#alter packs#created system#pro endo
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NSFW CONTENT, MINORS DO NOT INTERACT!
Yan!Don Giovanna x Fem!Reader
Word count : 5,257
Contains : Smut
A/N : Holy request in wattpad🛐
"Come up everyone! This is one of the beautiful sceneries of Naples!" You pointed out, everyone made a wow sound as soon as they saw the beautiful view of the city of Naples, "Wow miss Y/N.. this is such a beautiful view!" a woman spoke, "Of course it is signora.. it's not as beautiful as you though!" you winked, everyone chuckled and the woman was surprised of what you said, "Hey don't steal my most beautiful darling here!" your lover comes up in front of you to face the woman, "Oh I won't sir." the woman giggled, "I must admit truthfully from the bottom of my heart, both of you are the most entertaining tour guides I've ever found." a man spoke as he walked over to the side of the woman, "Oh really signore? I'm very glad we're the most entertaining ones here." you replied, "I think miss Y/N is better than that fart guy!" a child spoke while they were hugging the woman's leg, pointing out your lover. "Hey Maya that's bad to speak!" the woman scolded, you laughed as your lover reacted like he was devastated, "How dare you call me the fart guy here..!" he cried out sarcastically, "Manners Maya." the man spoke with a sharp tone, the child soon stopped laughing and listened to both of their parents, "We apologize for their behavior.." the woman said, "Oh no, it's fine signora!" you replied with the tone of assurance that it's alright, "Oh my feelings are crushed~!" your lover whined, "You're sounding like a baby here." you scoffed, "A giant baby-" everyone held their laughs except your husband, "Stop the humiliating me!" your lover puffed out their cheeks, "Aw I'm sorry.." you pinched their cheek and shake it a bit, "Speaking of a giant baby, we're done for our tour for today!" you announced, "It was a very nice tour miss Y/N, we hope to see more beautiful places tomorrow." the woman smiled, "I'm very excited to go on another adventure with all of you tomorrow." you spoke, "We'll stay here for around 35 minutes.." the woman said, you and your lover both nodded, "I'll go drink a soda around a vending machine here- I'm thirsty!" you walked off, "Grab me a soda too please!" your lover shouted, you extended your arm out with your hand gesturing a thumbs up as a reply of approval from what your lover said.
While walking your body slowly slumped the more you walk out of distance, you've been in this place for goodness how many times was it? You couldn't count anymore, your eyes turned from looking so lively to instant glare of death. The tour tired the living hell out of you, acting so cheery was especially the most tiring part out of walking in all sorts of places, you were glad your acting skills kept ahold in that moment- in fact never did anyone noticed that you were acting for the past years, a fake personality, a fake smile, fake acting. Even your lover doesn't know you're acting too, 'God my throat is so dried..' your thoughts said, still searching for a vending machine you finally found one, quickly walking to the vending machine pulling out your wallet to get cash, "How much was it again..?" your vision was blurry for a moment out of exhaustion while you tried to look more closer at the displayed price on the vending machine, "Uhmm.." you squinted your eyes trying to look more closer, "Good evening Signora." a voice of a man suddenly spoke from behind, you flinched and quickly turned your head to where the voice came from, "I apologize, did I disturb you?" you saw a man with long golden blonde hair with a strange hairstyle, his outfit that revealed his chest out with the symbol of a huge heart on his clothing- he looked very beautiful and elegant at the same time, you gazed for a moment but shook your head out of your thoughts. "Ah no Signore.. you can use it first!" you nervously chuckled extending both of your arms in a welcome gesture, pointing it to the vending machine, "If you insist." the beautiful man walked to the vending machine starting to pick out what he wanted, you sat over the bench just beside the vending machine and waited, your mind was getting foggy and your legs felt numb, you wanted to relax for a while before going back but remembering you have to go back to give your lover the soda he requested, 'Ugh I wish he magically walks over here..!' you whined in your thoughts, your eyebrows furrowed together while you tap your foot on the ground. The beautiful man suddenly sat beside you and offered you a can of coke, "I hope this is to your liking, please accept it if you do." the man calmly said.
You were taken aback by his actions, you didn't know what to say or do, I mean you did need the soda because of thirst but taking one made you think to yourself that maybe you're being too greedy. Quickly thinking of what you decided to take his offering, you grabbed the soda out his hand and immediately opened to drink it, you gulped the soda as if you were drinking for your life, "Aaahh~" you exhaled out after drinking the can of coke, you realized that you drank without even thanking the man who gave you the can, "Thank you for the soda Signore!" you thanked him loudly, the man was flinched a little from how you thanked him, "It's my pleasure." "Why did you give me one though?" you asked, "I just happen to saw you and noticed how exhausted you were, If I may ask is everything alright?" you turned your gaze to the soda you were holding on your lap, "Well-" you stopped for a moment and sighed, "Just from my job that's all.." you took a sip from the can, "I've been acting so differently from my job and outside of it- It gets me quite tired easily." you lightly chuckled, "I'm listening." the man spoke and took a sip on his can, "I dislike how I have to fake everything, I want to be like myself in any platform- but being a tour guide and entertaining the people at the same time can prevent me from doing it." your eyes felt like it was growing tears at the corners of it, "I see.." the man replied, "Signora, I do not know what your next intentions are, but please do know to always look over yourself.." you turned your head to him, seeing his green emerald eyes staring at yours, "I will signore, maybe someday I will, who knows?" you shrugged, the man's expression turned into worry after you've said that, "Do you have anyone to look over you? You're a beautiful woman I have to say, but hearing those words from you grows my worry." the man said with a sharp tone, you held your laugh with your cheeks visibly puffing out, "What are you holding your laugh for?" the man asked, "Oh- nothing! It's just that we're strangers, we just met though you're worried?" you laughed, the man's eyes widen from your response, "You don't know who I am signora?"
"No..?" you raised a brow, "Who are you anyway?" the man smile "I'm Giorno Giovanna, How about you signora?" your lips made an O-shape after knowing his name, "I'm Y/N L/N." you introduced, "Giorno huh.." you rubbed your chin, Giorno looked at how you stared at him- you expression making it look like you're suspicious of him, he felt so nervous- what if you knew he was a Mafia boss? He hoped you didn't recognize him, otherwise if you did he thought you might ignore him and run away. You clapped both of your hands together catching Giorno's attention back, "Oh I know!" Giorno tilted his head a little, him confused. "How about I call you Giogio?" you widely smiled, Giorno was speechless, was he really getting a nickname from you? This was rare, no one ever gave him a nickname ever since, meaning this was his first time to ever have someone give him a nickname, "R-really?" Giorno pointed to himself while stuttering in his words, "Me? Giogio..?" he asked with his eyes filled with amusement, "Yeah! isn't it a cool nickname?" you answered, Giorno's heart felt like it was stirring in excitement, his stomach felt like it had butterflies, "Yeah, it sure is.." Giorno replied, "Alright Giorno Giovanna, you're Giogio from now on!" you offered a fist bump gesture, Giorno was confused from what you were offering- "Come on fist bump fist bump!" Giorno raised his hands slowly- still confused on what to do, he imitated your hand gesture but still not knowing how it works, you took his wrist and bumped his knuckles on yours, "There a fist bump!" you chuckled, "That was a.. fist bump?" Giorno asked confusingly, "Yeah! How do you not know what it is?" Giorno knew to himself that he spent his days on work and education at the same time, he wasn't aware of what's happening outside so this was new to him. Before you could speak again you remembered your tour, you quickly took a look at your wrist watch seeing it was almost 10 minutes before the tourists leave, "Ah! I have to go now-" you stood up, Giogio flabbergasted he asked "Where are you off to?" with a hint of worry in his voice, "Going back to work and my lover is waiting so.." you answered, "Welp I'll see you later! Or someday perhaps?" you giggled, "So long Giogio! it was nice to meet you! And so then Giorno watched you disappear in the distance.. He hoped to see you again, though he wanted to find out who was your lover, he'll just have eliminate them if they ever find out.
But if fate denies, he has no choice but to twist it.
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After returning the family back to their hotel location, you now sat with your lover at a hill, gazing at the stars above in the night sky, "What took you 20 minutes in the vending machine?" your lover asked, "Hm? Oh, I met this man.." your lover suddenly concerned, "A man? Did he do something?" you quickly turned your head to him and shook both of your hands in denial, "No no! He was very nice, he even bought me a soda." you returned back to gazing at the stars, "His name was Giorno Giovanna, and let me tell you he had a weird type of clothing!" you chuckled, "Giorno Giovanna huh.. that name sounds familiar, I think I've heard it around my neighborhood before but can't clearly recall it." your lover shrugged, "Hmm is that so..?" you nodded multiple times in acknowledgement, "Yep, anyways let's go back- it's getting cold here and I am shivering!" your lover whined and hugged your arm, "How about we watch a movie when we get back?" you asked, "Yeah that sounds like a great idea!" your lover responded, "Let's go to a nearby convenience store here and buy food!" your lover offered, you nodded in response and both of you stood up to go to a convenience store.
Meanwhile in the convenience store, you and your lover both picked up a few chips and sweets- along with soft drinks and juice boxes. After purchasing your lover carried the bags and you both walked out of the convenience store, you both talked about the random stuff both of you can think about, animals, nature, zodiacs, art, you name it. You were both a few more miles close to returning back home, while walking you both heard a loud sound, almost as if it was a scream of a man in agony, though you both thought that maybe you guys were being delusional? "Should we check where it came from..?" you asked, your lover only stood silent for a moment "Yeah I think we should.. let's sneak." your lover spoke, you both nodded and sneaked over to where it came from, you both assumed it was at a nearby corner behind an apartment, you both slowly walked over to the corner- not daring to make a sound, you both heard a crying man pleading for mercy "Please I won't sell anymore I swear!" suddenly a sound of a loud punch arrived, "This is the 4th time and number 4 is a curse!" a different voice spoke, "That's enough Mista, I think I've heard enough of his words." another voice spoke, though that voice sounded familiar- you pushed your lover back and tried peeking out the corner, slowly peeking you saw a man on his knees blood all over his face- he looked like he was beaten up, you saw another man stood with his back facing your direction, his hair looked familiar- long and the color of gold and blonde, along him was a man with tiger pattern clothing and a crop top with patterns of an x all over. The long haired man turned his head at the side, then you saw a glimpse of his face- leaving you to immediate shock and fear, his face looked like the man you met earlier, it was way too much like him, just from his hair it proved it was him. Your breath hitched and you quickly held your lover's hand and ran back, "Wait- wait what's happening?!" your lover said while you still held his hand tightly- sprinting fast as you could, "We're in danger- we need to get back as quick as possible." your lover was speechless, he didn't know what to say anymore at this point, all he could ever do was run with you as fast as he could. After that night, you both didn't dare to speak about it again, it both terrified you to the guts, especially you witnessing it with your bare eyes.
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It was the afternoon of the day, touring your visitors of Italy, it was the 5th day of their vacation in Italy. "Is everyone hungry here or is it just me?" you joked, but in fact you were actually hungry as it was exactly 12 in the afternoon, "Today everyone we'll be going to Italy's famous and delicious restaurant!" you announced, "Yay! Mommy are we going to eat pizza?" the child spoke excitingly, "Little one, fact here we Italians love pizza! So of course there's pizza." you smiled, the child became more excited and happily jump around on their seat in excitement. "Looks like someone's extremely excited." your lover chimed in while driving, "I've tasted Italian food before I actually went to this country-" the man said, "Really? What food is it?" you asked, "I think it was called black ink squid pasta-" you clapped both of your hands together, "Oh that! That meal taste so good I can never get tired of eating it!" you responded, "I'd sure love to taste one too if there is one." the woman spoke, "Surely there is one in the menu, that food cannot be missed by the visitors of Italy!" suddenly feeling the car stopping you all arrived at the restaurant, you immediately went out of the car to open the door for the tourists, "Wow this restaurant looks so luxurious!" the surprised woman spoke "Agreed." the man replied, "And that's why it's rated as one of the best restaurants!" you happily spoke, as soon as everyone got off the vehicle you and your lover both opened the door for them to enter and both led them to the booked seats, before you both could leave you were stopped by the woman and offered that both of you should eat with them, well both of you and your lover could use some energy to restore- so you both agreed.
After food arrived you all peacefully ate, it had been a long time since you ate in 5 star restaurant, the best part here was it was free because it was offered to both you and your lover, "This food taste so good!" the child spoke with the pasta sauce all over their face, "We can totally tell." your lover responded, making everyone giggle. You loved eating with people you get along, this was like a family reunion or meeting your friends back in college, while eating another vehicle arrived at the front of the restaurant- surprisingly the car was a black limousine, you assumed this person was very rich as hell, the door opened and you saw a foot land out, the person stood up and entered the restaurant, "Good afternoon signore Giorno Giovanna." At that moment you were at the edge of almost choking on your food, there stood the man named Giorno Giovanna, wearing the same clothes you met him before. Your eyes quickly became terrified- the flashback of what happened last night came back, you tried to calm down when you were already panicking as soon as you saw him, you grabbed the menu nearby hoping that he won't recognize you from afar, 'Out of all the places this is what he picked?!' you internally cried out, you tightly hold the menu right infront your face, scrunching your shoulders hoping to be more hidden. But unfortunately he did saw a glimpse of your face and approached your table, 'Shit shit shit- please don't be here!' "Good afternoon Signoras and Signores." a familiar voice spoke, 'Ah uccidimi..' "Oh! Good afternoon sir." the woman spoke, "Wow this guy looks so cool!" the child pointed out, "Is that you Y/N?" you flinched as he said your name, slowly sliding the menu down you saw his face "Oh- heyy.. Giogio..." you said in an awkward tone,"Giogio? wait- wait Giorno?!" your lover said spoke as if he was very shocked, "This was the man you met?! The don of Passio-" Giorno made a loud ehem sound- making your lover instantly stop speaking, "Don of what?" you questioned, not knowing what a don was. "It's so nice to see you again, Y/N." Giorno smiled at you, seeing him right in front of you sent chills in your spine, you just saw this man watching his ally beat someone up now he's right here right now?!
"Heh.. same goes to you..! yeah.." you spoke nervously, "I apologize for disturbing your eating session, I just wanted to greet Y/N here." you glanced at your lover who had their face expression still in shock, "U-um, that's too nice of you Giogio! you didn't have to.." you lightly chuckled, "Well have a nice afternoon Signore and Signoras, and Y/N." he gazed right in your eyes when he said your name, both of you had a moment of eyes locked to each other and you immediately broke it off, before Giorno could leave your table he whispered something to your lover's ear and your lover nodded in response. Giorno finally leaving your table you felt a bit relieved, a bit relieved because he was actually going to eat in this restaurant too, you quickly finished your food and told the others that you were going to wait outside in the vehicle, you felt so uncomfortable in that restaurant, you felt like Giorno was watching you while you sat there eating in a haste, it just made you want to vomit everything out of your stomach. You rubbed your temples out of distress but your lover soon came out of the restaurant a while after you, he walked over to your side and stood there silently, his face looked blank which made you worried, "Are you alright darling?" you asked placing your hand on his shoulder, your lover sighed and nodded, you were for sure your lover wasn't okay- trying to find the reason why he wasn't, you recalled of Giorno's whisper to him, "Did Giorno say something to you?" you saw your lover's eyes widen, "No no- nothing bad at all, just something is running in my mind that's all." your lover responded, "Okay.." you went back to standing idly while leaning on the vehicle, waiting for the visitors to finish eating they finally came out and you and your lover went back in action.
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You and your lover finally finished another day of touring the tourists, you laid back on the couch while watching the television while your lover was taking a shower, He told you that he had something to show you, you looked at the clock hanging on the wall seeing it was 7pm, what could he be showing this night? Maybe a date night? Some flowers and romantic music in the background, while candles surround the table and a prepared meal on the tabl- you heard a door click, turning your head revealed your lover dressed up, you sat up and asked him, "Where are we going?" "It's a surprise darling." your lover responded, you stood up approached him- wrapping your arms around his and both of you went out.
While walking you kept asking him out of curiosity where you both were going but he still refused to answer, you badly wanted to know as curiosity kept poking you, "Pleaseeee can I know now?" you pleaded, "Nopeee~" your lover teased, you sulked as he said his last no, your lover chuckled knowing you were now in a bad temper but as he patted your head you completely changed your mood, you loved your lover dearly so you couldn't stay mad at him. You both suddenly stopped in your tracks, you noticed and looked towards where you both stopped on- and there you saw what you imagined of, the romantic set up- roses everywhere, table on the food, candles, the smell of aroma surrounding the whole place, this was so unexpected! You immediately blushed as soon as you saw this place, "Oh my.." your lover pulled out the fancy looking chair gesturing you to sit down, your heart fluttered and you accepted his offering- you sat down on the chair and he pushed the chair a bit as you sat down, "I love you- but the don gets what he wants.." your lover said, leaving you confused shock- what did he mean by that? Don gets what he wants? What?! "Don Giovanna, she's here now." in the darkness towards you a person walked out, revealing one and only Giorno Giovanna. Instantly your heart dropped, you froze in your seat not daring to break an eye contact on Giorno's form, "Thank you, you're a very loyal one." Giorno spoke to your lover, he soon switched his eyes to you, making your legs tremble from sheer terror.
"D-Darling.. what's he doing here..?" you were stuttering on your words, even your lips were trembling from fear too, "Oh they haven't told you?" Giorno scoffed, "How about I'll explain it all, shall I?" You didn't respond, only silence spoke for you, "Let's say your so called lover, is a loyal member of my mob, anyone in my mob listens to what I order." you turned your head to your lover who stood from afar looking down on the ground, "He's my boss, I have to listen to what he wants- I already pledged my loyalty to him." your lover suddenly spoke, "See?" Giorno chuckled, Giorno approaches you and gently took your hand and lifted it up to kiss the back of your hand, "And I am here to claim what's mine."Giorno said as he kissed your hand, he pulled out a mask and covered it on his face and you saw that your lover did so too, you were so confused and lost, what's happening? You felt so dizzy- and sleepy, "Slee p well princess.." Giorno hummed, you saw smoke filling the place and soon leaving you to black out.
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You woken up feeling unconscious, you felt something silky under you- you rubbed your legs on it and looking down below was a silky sheet all over a massive bed you laid on, the bed looked like it was king sized. You sat up lost in words, in front of you displayed a massive mirror. You saw what you were wearing- you were wearing a two piece pure white colored lacy lingerie. You heard the door click open revealing of a woman who opened the door, "She's awake Don Giovanna." hearing his name once again your heartbeat raced, Giorno entered the room with a black robe and his hair flowing on his shoulders. As soon as he entered the woman closed the door, leaving only you and Giorno in the room, "You may wonder why you're here.." Giorno slowly approached you while untying his robe, "I'll give you the answer for that." Giorno's robe drops to the ground revealing his naked body towards you, you quickly tried to back off but just as before you were going to move you were stopped by vines tied on both of your wrist- making you unable to move, "Please don't move mio cara, this is what fate brought to me, to both of us." you struggled on trying to snap off the vines, pulling it as hard as you could but it didn't work, Giorno climbed on the bed reaching to your struggling form- he touched your lap catching your attention to him, "Please let me go..!" these vines were unbelievably strong, you didn't have time to think where the hell did these came from but you wanted to focus on getting out, Giorno's hand climbed in your inner thigh- instantly closing your inner thigh he stopped the your other thigh from closing with his other hand, both of your legs opened with Giorno's strength to separating them.
"Look how wet you are Cara, your juices are already staining from those panties.." Giorno said, before you could kick him another pair of vines tied your ankles, "Please stop..!" you cried out, Giorno ripped off your panties with his bare hands, revealing your tight wet pussy right in front of his face, Giorno smirked at you and he spitted his saliva on your cunt, he planted his dick on your pussy and started to grind on it before entering, Giorno wanted to tease you for a moment- wanting lust to enter you while his dick was rock hard on your pussy, his cock rubbing your clit then smacking it with his cock- you made little whining noises while he teases you which he really loved to hear, you watched his cock play around your pussy- you could feel it was so hard right now, it was so big in your view that it made you thought that would that fit you? Would this be the death of you right now? "Mio cara, from now on you're mine." Giorno pushed his cock inside making you instantly moan loud, you wanted to close your legs but the vines that were holding you tight didn't budge, he started to thrust inside- making sure his cock fully dominates the insides of your pussy, you could hear small groans as he pushes his cock furtherly inside- experiencing a tight pussy for the first time Giorno couldn't imagine that, especially if it's actually fucking the person he's deadly in love right now.
His cock finally fully entered inside of you, your sweat trinkled on your face, your legs felt like shaking when Giorno's cock was entering, he started to thrust making him make a sharp hiss under his heavy breath, the pain in your pussy was extremely painful- you thought you could have your first time with your lover but taken away by a fucking psycho who kidnapped you. Giorno pounded on your pussy making you squint your eyes and moan in pain and pleasure- Fuck, your pussy was taking his cock perfectly- Giorno loved seeing your face like that, he could read that you were enjoying this even though pain can be felt during the sex, your voice made him excite the most, It was so angelic hearing your moans because of him, his cock making you moan so loud oh how he enjoys it, he wanted to hear more of your voice as you were already his. Giorno made more pounds in your pussy, your juices already being a lube for his cock- "Good girl.. you're little pussy is so perfect for my cock.." Giorno said while pounding you, hearing his huffs each pound he had to do all you could do was moan, you felt so disgusted for yourself- moaning because of this bastard giving you so much pleasure, Giorno started to pound faster making your turn backwards from all that pounding, sloppy sounds filled the room, moans, groans, heavy breathing touched your skin giving you goosebumps, "F-Fuck.." Giorno held both of your thighs tightly, thrusting deeper he shot out his cum inside- making sure you were so filled up with his cum inside of you, you arched your back from orgasm- you could feel his warm cum stirring inside.
Panting from tiredness you were suddenly released from the vines, shit.. just when you were tired you're released? Well as exactly the Don himself planned- seeing you all tired with that sexy lingerie you wore made him so turned on, with your form resting on the bed he raised your other leg extending open your wet pussy filled with him cum- instead of fucking your pussy again he inserted his cock inside of your ass hole, making you flinch because of how fast he had inserted his cock inside, feeling it was so hard he started to thrust again, you made whining moaning noises as he started to pound your hole, he watched both of your breast bounce with each pound did- he wanted to see how much your breasts could bounce from his pounding- he placed your leg on his shoulder and shifted his upper body lower to yours, he gripped the sheets hard and used all his strength to pound your hole, you made such loud high-pitched ah noises with his strength of fucking you, Giorno knew he was doing great in fucking you by the ass- your ass cheeks jiggling whenever he thrusted so hard, you gritted your teeth because of how big his cock was, it feels so good when it hurts so bad, you ended up gripping the sheets to as if you were holding on for dear life- Giorno's cock started to pace faster than before, making you even moan and groan at the same time, fuck his cock made you crazy- his pounds were always so hard and aggressive, he wanted to make sure you could feel what he's feeling right now, Giorno is pouring out all the love he grew for you ever since, he couldn't stop thinking about you that day- he had to make you his, "Cara I love you so much.." Giorno said following another groan, with one last thrust his seed enters and fills your hole once again, you made the longest moan you couldn't ever imagine- orgasm had you all crazy, he pulled his cock out seeing it was still hard, "You're my darling now." Giorno leaned over and removed the strand of hair on your face and kissed your forehead. From this moment, you had no choice but submit yourself to him.
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Makima x fem soft headcanons??
hello, thank you for the request, and sorry if I wasn't able to do this earlier! genre: sfw | fluff (?) warning(s): f!reader note: this is kinda hard for me to do especially because I have a different opinion about makima but here it is! not proofread but i hope you'll like it <333
as we all know, she's naturally a dominant person. with that being said, she takes care of you so well and makes sure to give you everything you want. she'll do anything for you!
she's a fur mom all throughout so expect her to ask you to name her new pups for her and she loves it when she goes home, just to see you feeding or playing with her pets.
you always braids her hair before and she got used to it so she sticks with that hairstyle as her branding. she actually learned how to braid it herself so she could do it when you're not there to braid it for her.
she can't cook for heaven's sake! she always relies on instant foods or fast food deliveries until you got together and she decided to take a cooking class when she became dependent on your homemade meals that she can't eat store-bought foods now.
she learned how to tie her necktie because of you
loves peppering you with kisses all over your face
love language: gift-giving & acts of service
she's not fond of too much physical affection so you don't cling unto her often although most of the time, she initiates the contact.
into formal dining or museum dates
spoils you with luxurious gifts especially she gets busy, it's her way of assuring you that she's there and always thinks of you.
bought a matching pajama for the both of you once
is possessive if you squint
loves messing up your lipstick with kissing when it's in a red shade
allows you to do her nails because it's like bonding for her
v clingy in the mornings, you can't even get up because she hugs you so tightly yet gently.
likes your scent and notices immediately when you smell differently like when you change your shampoo or put on different perfume
doesn't like arguing with you so she says sorry immediately after discussing the problem and would do anything to make it up with you
!!reblogs and requests are highly appreciated so pls interact w/ me!!
#chainsaw man#chainsawman makima#chainsaw man headcanons#chainsaw man scenarios#chainsaw man imagines#makima x reader#chainsaw man x reader#csm makima#makima chainsaw man
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So, I’ve been steadily working on a cosplay for fem!Mat for pretty much two years - procrastinating because covid happened and I suddenly had more time. But one thing I’ve put a lot of thought into is how being female instead of male would have impacted Mat as a character.
In particular, would they have a braid? Would they have been considered mature enough for a braid? And what about once they left the Three Rivers, would it be like Egwene, an instant change, or would it take longer?
Personally, I see fem!Mat as someone who only recently was given permission to braid their hair due to her rambunctious, prankster vibes. I think she shrugged off being one of the last girls her age to braid her hair as though it wasn’t a big deal, but it bothered her. After leaving Two Rivers she keeps her braid. It’s occasionally seven shades of unkempt, but honestly it was that way back home too. Rushed, sometimes a bit lopsided, but still consistently braided.
For funsies I think in a gender-reversed wot Rand would have braided hair fairly young, maybe the first of their age, and I think they would have potentially adopted a maiden-like hairstyle later on amidst the finding-myself period Rand went through.
Perrin would also have had braided hair around the normal age. Likely would give it up for some time only to go back to it the same way they went back to the hammer.
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Is it just me or does Three Hopes feel like an official fix-it fic on Three Houses in a weird way?
A lot of Three Hopes feels..fanservicy, for a lack of a better term. Im not talking about the T&A type of fanservice (unless fem!Shez counts haha) but more things the games fans want to see/wish were different. Things like every character getting a beautiful redesign, a playable Monica who (most likely) isn't slithered, Jeralt being alive, us finally seeing Holst and Caspars dad not to mention the game having better graphics than Three Houses did. All of those are things that the fans wished in one way or another. Heck, even things like Byleth being an antagonist or Shetz being their own character rather than a silent vessel could be seen as a way to fix “PC is a silent protagonist with next to no characterization” as well as a way to give Byleth actual character and agency rather than having them be Fodlans instant fix-it button like they were in Three Houses.
And Im really mixed on this since on onehand this is a perfect opportunity to fix out things of the original game that didnt work, whether it be things like storybeats, characterizations, streamlining/explaining/retconning the lore or even gameplay aspects. As much as I love Three Houses, its far from a perfect game, and Three Hopes could seek to iron out some of its parent games bigger issues. There’s a lot they could coursecorrect from the weirder plotpoints to gameplay hiccups. Heck, we could get more gay S-supports if we are lucky, since Intsys is aware of the controversy and said they would try to give us more gay supports in future installments, so there’s a possibilitythat Dimitri and Claude could be romanceable to male player as well, among other things.
But at the same time, as much as I’m happy Intsys and Koei are listening to the fans (or at least giving us what we want). There’s lot of good criticism to be had about Three Houses, but just as much as there’s good criticism there’s things that I’d call...shallow criticism for lack of a better word. Things that are less genuine issues and more..nitpicks or someone being unhappy with the story. Just because you didn’t like Ferdinand’s hairstyle post-timeskip or one or two supports doesn’t mean they’re inherently bad writing. That sort of thing, that comes from personal complaints, rather than actual issues with the game.
Probably the biggest example of this is the possibility of Three Hopes being a “golden ending” of Three Houses. While the most recent trailer put some doubts into that, there’s still the possibility, given how we see the three lords teaming up and working together in the trailers.
And as happy as the fangirl side of me is on the concept of the three lords setting apart their differences to fight against a common good, the more analytical side of me is somewhat nervous on this. Because the whole point of Three Houses was that no lord was completely in the right or in the wrong, that they were too stubborn to come to a compromise and that no ending was completely happy, because the idea of a “good outcome” varied wildly from lord to lord. That was the point of the game and part of the message I feel Koei TECMO and Intelligent Systems wanted to send with Three Houses.
And people didn’t like that. They wanted their happy ending, an ending where the lords just sit back, talked down and joined together. Even if that does go against the core idea behind the game, the core message. People really want a golden ending no matter what.
So what if Intsys decides to double it down and make a Golden Ending for no other reason than so they can have a Golden Ending. While it can work, at worst it will ring hollow and go against the core ideas of the game.
I don’t know just...while the idea of Three Hopes being an “fix-it” of Three Houses makes me excited and nervous. Because it can act as a good way to fix core issues Three Houses had or just be a shallow fanservice that makes fans happy without thinking if that goes against what Three Houses tried to set to do.
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ya got me thinking about fem Jason and fem Dick and they're very sexy ladies so thank you but also now I have Bad Guy by Billie Eilish stuck in my head because it fits fem Jason so well lol
Since I can't sleep I'm gonna do some headcanons about female Jason and Dick lmao. I'm gonna keep their things like their height cuz why not, also I'm gonna talk about their body in case that triggers someone
Dick:
-5'11, pretty lean and thin and have strong arms that can knock you out pretty damn fast. Still has a nice booty, I feel like would fit a C cup, also has plump rosy lips.
- Has really long and luscious hair that constantly tends to keep in a bun or a braid so it doesn't get in her way while fighting.
- She's the kind of girl that'll get you hooked in an instant, you won't see it coming. Really smart and mistress of seduction and will use it to her advantage, think of a femme fatale.
- But she's also really kind and sweet with others, her smile is really pretty too. The downside of things is that people don't tend to take her seriously just cause she has a pretty face and because of that they instantly assume she's dumb, but don't worry my girl here will put them all kn their places cause she doesn't like being mistreated.
- I don't know why I feel like fem!Dick would be even more flexible than him, gives me elastigirl vibes lol.
(I think this fits the spy vibes cuz well Dick is/was a spy so lol)
Jason:
-6'0, more on the ripped/buffed side of the spectrum, you know that if this girl tackles you, you'll feel numb for a really good time.
- I don't know why but since we have collectively established that Jason have mommy milkers, then I feel like she would fit a d cup for some reason.
- I feel like she would have a bob cut with bangs, something like what Mikasa hairstyle looks like; she also has really long and thick eyelashes.
-She reminds me of a mix between buttercup and Meg from Hercules when it comes to her personality, a though girl who knows what she wants but has a hard time expressing what she truly feels.
- Will leave you breathless,but don't get your Hope's high since it's hard to gain her trust. Fem!Jason might look unapproachable, but in reality she's a sensitive, nurturing soul, but just keep in mind that she won't tolerate any bs.
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𝐜𝐡𝐚𝐩𝐭𝐞𝐫 𝐭𝐰𝐨 - 𝐢𝐜𝐞 𝐜𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐦
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;mikasa ackerman x fem!lesbian!reader
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warnings: swearing, floch’s bad flirting
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disclaimer again!! i wrote this a long time ago. i know there are things that need to be fixed and things that don’t fit right. i plan to edit this story more in the future but today is not that day :)
You took a shaky breath in as you stopped midway of putting a clean sheet on the bed Mikasa would be sleeping in. The room still had some of her old stuff in it, it's just no one ever came in here after she left. You looked around at all the items she left behind. Smiling fondly at an old picture of you two, you noticed a small figure crossed out in the background. Glancing at the rest of the photos on the shelf, you noticed that every photo had something crossed out.
After looking at each picture, you came to the conclusion the figure was Jean. She must have only taken the photos without him and did this to the rest. You frowned and walked back to the bed. Carefully, you climbed onto it and propped a few pillows up to support you as you leaned back.
For the first time in two years, you got a good look around the room. On the side of the room with the door, there was a large glass window overlooking the balcony above the living room. You always found it strange that she chose a room like that when she usually kept those blinds shut. Her bed was in the middle of the room with a tv mounted on the wall across from it. On the other side of her bed, there were a couple of bean bags below the bay window that looked out on the driveway.
You sighed and took out your phone, pulling up old texts with Mikasa. The last time you texted her was three months ago when you got too drunk at one of Reiner's ragers.
mikasa
mikasas pleasdse
come home
i miss you
i miss you so much
we all miss you so much
come home to me.
She didn't respond to that and you wouldn't know if she even looked at it. She turned her read receipts off for everyone after the first week of trying to contact her. The only time she had ever contacted anyone was two weeks after she left the house.
Don't look for me. Don't contact me.
You got a lot of your friends asking if you got the same message. She sent the same thing to everyone who tried to get in contact with her. You still didn't know where she was or what she was doing. The only thing you knew was that she was coming home the next day. You sighed. Suddenly, you didn't feel like cleaning anything else. You briskly walked out of her room and dialed the number of your best friend.
"Hey, Y/n! What's going on?" Sasha's cheery voice rang through the line.
"Hey hey, Sasha. I'm doing great. At least, I think I am. Do you wanna go somewhere? You can pick me up? Or I can pick you up if you like."
"I'll come to pick you up, honey bunny, don't you worry." You heard her struggling with her keys on the other side of the line and snorted at the noise.
"Need some help, Sash?" You grinned while skipping steps.
"Fine, thanks." She grumbled. "I'll be there in fifteen! You stay put!" She briskly hung up.
Sasha had been your best friend ever since Eren's nineteenth birthday party. She caught you and Eren coming back inside just as she was about to leave, with half the pantry in her arms. She asked for your number to make plans to hang out and chat sometime. You happily obliged, which was probably the happiest thing you had done that night.
You tossed your phone onto your bed as you walked into your room. Your room was on the first floor. You got first pick since you were the one who inherited the house. The house was big and beautiful. It was also on a lake. Perfect for the parties Eren and Jean loved to host. Perfect escape from paparazzi.
Your room had big glass doors that opened to the balcony that wrapped around the back of the house. You had a great view of the lake. The room was painted white. There was a black marble fireplace in one wall with a small wardrobe you used for storing memorable items to the band. You didn't need to use it for clothes since you had a walk-in closet in the big bathroom you partly shared with your bandmates. Jean liked to use the large bathtub.
You collapsed onto the bed and stared into the vanity mirror next to it. It was then when you realized you were still in your pajamas. "Oh shit." Your eyes widened as you hurriedly stumbled over to the closet, falling over once.
You grabbed a pair of baggy sweats and a big t-shirt. With duck socks, of course. The outfit didn't look much different than your pajamas but Sasha would probably be wearing something similar.
You threw your hair into the easiest hairstyle you could muster. You grabbed your boots and hopped up and down while trying to put them on while also leaving the room. "Jesus." You muttered.
Your phone vibrated, signaling that Sasha was here. "I'm heading out with Sasha! You're on your lonesome!" You called out to wherever Armin was in the house.
"Okay! Don't be back too late!" He shouted back.
You laughed aloud as you realized how much he sounded like a dad. You opened the front door and ran to Sasha's car. "Let me in!" You knocked on the passenger window as she reached around to find the button that unlocks the door. Once it was unlocked, you swung open the door and hopped inside.
"Nice outfit," was the first thing she said to you. You glanced at her outfit and scoffed. Your predictions were correct, she was wearing something similar.
"Gee, thanks." You gave a lopsided smile and rolled your eyes.
"Where to, honey bunny?" Sasha said, giving a mock salute while her other hand rested firmly on the steering wheel. You giggled and thought about it. You called her on such a whim that you forgot to even plan anything.
"Uh how about Brain Freezes? I could really use a catch-up with Connie right about now." You suggested.
"That sounds like a great idea! Turns out you do have a brain up there." Sasha snickered.
"Oh good one, because you're the real genius here, clearly."
After a lot of lighthearted banter, you arrived at Connie's workplace. Sasha aggressively grabbed the door handle and slammed it open, causing the bell to fall off its perch and land on your face. "Oops." You grimaced and bent down to pick up the bell. You rang it in front of her face.
"Sasha! Y/n! My two favorite customers!" Connie jumped up and down on the other side of the counter. "How can I assist you ladies today?"
"I'll have the usual." You gave a half-hearted smile, head still impaired from the bell. Sasha had quite the habit of accidentally hurting you.
Sasha snatched the bell from your grasp and started ringing it. She announced her very long order that you could barely keep up with, but Connie was used to this kind of thing, especially with her.
You noticed one of his coworkers scowling at Sasha. You didn't like Floch, to say the least. He was always inviting himself to your parties but he was rude to all of your friends at the same time. He noticed your gaze and smirked.
He strutted over to where you stood, pretending to become very interested in toppings. "How are you, Y/n? It's been a while huh?" He leaned over your shoulder in a way that workers shouldn't with their customers. You made a hasty effort to slip away from his presence.
"It really hasn't. I came here last week. I come here every week and you say that every time." You usually tried to be nice to Floch, but today you didn't feel like being nice.
"Well, even a day without you feels like an eternity." He flirted horridly. You stared blankly at him until he awkwardly cleared his throat and traded spots with Connie at the register.
Connie took off his apron and handed you and Sasha your orders. "Sorry about him. That guy really can't take a hint even if it's right in front of his face." He shot Floch a venomous glare. "Luckily, you guys got here right as my shift ended! Wanna get out of here?" His previous anger seemed to dissipate in an instant.
"Yeah, I do! Where should we go?" Sasha beamed with her spoon still in her mouth.
"Can we just drive around? I've got something I wanna tell you guys." You played with your spoon in the ice cream, averting eye contact.
"Sure thing, Y/n. Let's go." Sasha and Connie said in unison.
Sasha let you drive her car since she was preoccupied with her mountain of ice cream. Connie didn't have a car, he failed his driver's test every time he took it. You'd think he'd learn most of the material by now. "Hey, Y/n?" He asked from the backseat.
"Yeah?" You nodded to him.
"Are you gonna finish that?" He said, referring to your cup of ice cream in the front cupholder. You sighed.
"Go ahead." He thanked you over and over as he leaned over and snatched it.
"So, Y/n? What was it you wanted to tell us?" Sasha wiped her hands on her pants and set the empty container in an extra cupholder.
You gripped the steering wheel harder then relaxed. You took a shaky breath in. "Mikasa is coming home tomorrow."
Connie started choking on your ice cream. "I know, I had the same reaction." You quipped.
"Mikasa..is...WHAT?" Connie managed between coughs.
"After all this time? It's been two years. Tomorrow? That's so sudden! Are you even ready to see her?" Sasha's mouth was gaping open. You leaned over and shut it for her.
"Yes, tomorrow. I still have to get the house ready. I couldn't even make it through her old room without calling you. Jean told us this morning. I don't think we should be worried about me being ready to see her. I think we should be more concerned about her and Jean." You informed. "But, then again, she told Jean about her return first. Plus he's picking her up tomorrow at the airport. So based on that, I think they're on better terms."
"You don't think they'll get back together, do you?" Connie said, his eyebrows furrowing.
You snorted. "Of course not. You know Jean is with Marco now, and he seems pretty happy with him. They've been together for two years now, probably longer if I'm being honest."
"Then what do you have to worry about?" Sasha asked, confused.
"Are you joking? I mean, what if she has found someone? What then? What if she quits the band forever? What if we argue? She dropped off the map two years ago. Completely. She stopped responding to me, to all of us. For two years I thought she lost her interest in everything and went to live a new life, with people better than me. And now she's coming back, out of the blue! It's too much." You stressed.
Connie and Sasha made quick eye contact. "Y/n, I think you're reading too far into it. I doubt anyone could lose interest in you. You're too cool! Let's look on the bright side, she's ready to come home and you finally get to see her again," Sasha said in an attempt to lift your spirits. You smiled graciously. You really were lucky to have a friend like her. "Right, Connie?" She gestured to Connie who looked very deep in thought.
"Didn't you and Mikasa go out in high school?" You almost crashed the car from the shock of the question.
"Briefly, yes. But we weren't 'going out' so to speak. We just, like, made out a couple of times." You could feel your face grow hot at the subject. You thought you were over your crush on Mikasa, but after hearing that she was coming home, the familiar feeling was coming back.
"You're going red, Y/n. I think it was more to you than just a make-out." Connie grinned while Sasha wiggled her eyebrows.
"You're totally in love with Mikasa!" Sasha sang.
"Shut up, you two. I don't wanna get into the details right now." You couldn't even try to hide your heated face since you were the one driving the vehicle.
"Not right now? So maybe somewhere down the line, you will?" Sasha raised her eyebrows and broke out into another infectious grin.
"Whatever, Sash. Enough about Mikasa and me. I really wanna hear about you and Niccolo." You gave her a similar grin while she slowly turned red.
"Nice one, Y/n!" Connie cheered.
"You idiots should just shut it!"
posted: 8/24/21
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Chrollo x Fem!Reader
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You received a text from Chrollo saying he’d be in town only minutes before you ran into him. It was late; you’d just finished closing up shop, counting the money left in the till and locking up before grabbing your coat and heading out into the autumn night. It had stormed earlier, but now it only drizzled. Damp leaves clung to your shoes as you walked down the slippery cobblestone street.
Had Chrollo not called your name out softly, you would have walked right by him, so preoccupied were you with keeping your umbrella from being blown inside out by a sudden gust of wind. You stopped the instant you heard your name, turning in the direction of the voice. Chrollo was dressed in normal clothes for once, casually leaning against the side of a building, washed in the gold of the streetlight.
“Hey!” You called, walking briskly towards him and promptly stepping into a puddle. You cursed, closing your umbrella as you futilely shook your foot. No point in trying to stay dry now. “What are you doing here?”
Chrollo smiled, that sweet, darkly angelic smile of his. “To see you, _____. Isn’t that obvious?”
You rolled your eyes. “I meant here. In the street.”
“Your shop was closed, it takes you twenty minutes to walk home. I guessed I’d find you here.” He chuckled. “It seems I was right.”
Snorting, you turned on your heel and strode off. “Come on then, I’m going home to get out of the rain. Stay in the street if you like.” You noticed that he didn’t even have an umbrella on him. Chrollo was a strange man, perhaps he enjoyed getting rained on. Sometimes you felt as though you couldn’t truly be sure of what he enjoyed.
Neither of you attempted conversation on the walk back to your apartment. Your mood was too foul after having been made to suffer the annoyance of wet socks, and the wind rustling the dried leaves as it blew through the trees was too loud to speak over.
“You could have just waited for me here.” You spoke finally as you reached you apartment, removing your shoes and switching on the light.
“I don’t have a key.”
“Like that’s ever stopped you.”
Chrollo arched an eyebrow. “You think I’ve broken into your home?”
“Well haven’t you?”
Another cryptic smile. A flash behind his eyes. “Perhaps.”
His lips were on yours an instant later. Chrollo might have taken great pains to appear ethereal and otherworldly, but there was something so refreshingly warm about his kisses that his humanity was undeniable. Soft lips drifted down to your collarbone, leaving a trail of even softer kisses in their wake along your throat.
“Right to the point, huh?” You chuckled, tilting your head to the side to give him better access.
“It’s been a long time.”
Had it? You had a hard time believing that Chrollo had spent the last several months pining away for you, such thoughts were an extravagance reserved only for those in relationships with normal people. Every time Chrollo left, you assumed that he’d either be killed or just lose interest in what you had; he’d slink through his life of shadows and remember you less and less until you became little more than a silhouette in his memory. A favorite character in a long-forgotten book.
Whether these were prophetic musings or purely melodramatic thoughts mattered little to you now, especially since Chrollo was urgently sliding your coat off your shoulders in an attempt to undress you.
“Hey!” You protested when his hands rested on your ass and squeezed through the fabric of your dress, but you melted into him when he pulled you close and murmured “I’ve missed you” against your lips.
That was all it took. You grabbed his wrist and led him to your bedroom, blushing at the light peal of amused laughter that ensued. You refused to be ashamed of your eagerness, so you cast a smirk over your shoulder as you began to shed your clothing. It was much more efficient than Chrollo’s earlier fumbling.
A smile spread across your face when Chrollo stood behind you, his half-hard cock obvious when his crotch pressed against your ass. You jumped in surprise when he began to rub against you.
“You like it?” Chrollo asked, helping you remove the last remnants of your clothes and dipping down to kiss your shoulder. “Feeling me like this?” He swept a lock of your hair away so he could lightly suck at your neck.
You hummed in contentment, reaching back behind you to lace your fingers in his thick dark hair. He’d forgone his usual severe slicked-back hairstyle in favor of leaving his hair down, something you greatly appreciated. Chrollo’s hands found their way to your now-exposed breasts; he palmed at them before lightly rubbing at and gently tweaking your nipples. The more he touched you, the more excited he became; Chrollo was rocking against you, his still-clothed erection stiffening by the second. One of his hands drifted down between your legs, his fingers beginning to stroke your clit.
“Chrollo…” His name fell from your lips in a barely audible whimper as you bucked against him, your eyes fluttering shut. After so long, his touch was enough to transport you away from your bedroom. You were lost. Totally, gloriously lost.
“_____.” Chrollo’s voice brought you back to the present. “Look.”
You opened your eyes, confused as to what exactly Chrollo wanted you to look at, until. Oh. Oh. In your earlier haste to get Chrollo into your bedroom, you’d failed to notice that you were standing almost directly in front of your full-length mirror.
“Look at me,” Chrollo ordered silkily, laughing lightly when you instinctively started to look back at him. “No. There.” He grabbed your chin and turned your head to face the mirror.
You’d seen yourself naked countless times, and you’d been intimate with Chrollo a comparable amount, but your cheeks burned with exhilaration and something almost like shame when you looked in the mirror. Here you were, naked and utterly exposed, while Chrollo was more or less fully clothed.
“That’s it,” he encouraged, dropping his hand from your chin and gently wrapping his fingers around your throat. He continued to stroke your sex; his fingers moved away from your clitoris to dip between your legs and rub against your slit. “Keep looking at me.” His large grey eyes locked onto yours as he slid a finger inside you.
“It’s okay,” he soothed when your breath hitched. “You can cry out if you want to. If you can.” He tightened his grip on your throat.
You gasped when your air supply was suddenly partially cut off, yet you kept looking in the mirror as instructed. Looking at him. With one hand around your neck and the other between your legs. It struck you then just how beautiful Chrollo was; his face, unreadable alabaster, remained supernaturally serene even as he choked you. Angelic. Seraphic, even.
Chrollo tightened his grip again, and for an instant you couldn’t breathe. Flashes of red and gold danced before your eyes, and just as your vision began to cloud, you came around Chrollo’s fingers.
“Lovely,” he breathed, relaxing his grip and kissing your neck again. There was something reverentially apologetic about the way he kissed you now, his full lips ghosting over the angry red marks his fingers had made. He withdrew his hand from between your legs. “Get on the bed.”
A jolt of anticipation shot down your spine at the calmly given order. You obeyed, walking over to your bed and lying down on your back, legs spread, body eagerly waiting.
Chrollo smiled softly. “No, not like that. On your hands and knees.” You bristled at the slight note of condescension you heard in his voice but obeyed just the same.
From behind you, you heard the rustle of fabric, the clinking of a belt buckle. For the second time that night you began to look back, and just like the first time, Chrollo stopped you.
“Don’t.”
You closed your eyes and let your head hang in frustration. He was certainly taking his time…
Cool hands began to caress your ass, making you shudder at the long-awaited touch. Your eyes shot open when Chrollo pulled his hand away and brought it down on your ass with an audible slap, and you moaned softly when he did it a second time. It stung, but not unpleasantly.
Surprisingly, Chrollo offered no commentary on your reaction; he was seemingly content with drawing little moans and gasps from you with each slap. When he was finally satisfied, he rubbed his hands soothingly over your now-sore backside before lining himself up with your entrance and sliding in.
Your eyes widened when he bottomed out; it became immediately clear that he had not bothered to get undressed, a situation that sent little tremors of delight over your skin. You felt so vulnerable like this, so used.
Chrollo, who had seemingly used up his supply of self-restraint, began to fuck you with fast, hard thrusts. He grabbed your hips, preventing you from wriggle away from him as he drove into your repeatedly, fast and deep.
You bit your lip as his cock hit your g-spot, your inner walls tightening around him. Chrollo’s soft grunts and gasps were music to your ears; each sound he made caused the proverbial coil within your core to tighten. With a rush of daring, you chanced a look at Chrollo over your shoulder and barely contained a gasp when you saw him.
Chrollo’s head was thrown back, his eyes closed, lush dark lashes pressed against his cheekbones. His cheeks had taken on a light pink flush, as had his lips, which were parted in a silent “O” of pleasure. The smallest, barely audible hint of a moan began to tinge each of Chrollo’s gasps; the picture before you was almost enough to make you come on the spot.
Chrollo’s eyes cracked open and you quickly looked away. Too late, evidently; you received a sharp smack on your ass for your disobedience.
“I… didn’t… say you could… look- oh!” Chrollo’s last shred of self-control evaporated; he reached forward, grabbing a handful of your hair and jerking your head back as he began to relentlessly fuck into you harder than you thought possible. Something had changed about the angle of his hips; he was no longer directly hitting your g-spot, but somewhere deeper, more sensual. You groaned as your walls spasmed around his cock as your second orgasm crashed into you.
Your clenching around his cock sent Chrollo reeling into orgasm as well; he grabbed your hips again with an almost bruising force and slammed into you, releasing deep inside you with a low grunt.
For all his exertion, Chrollo only trembled behind you for a few moments before pulling out and grabbing a tissue off the bedside table to clean himself up. You, however, collapsed onto the bed, having been exhausted by two orgasms.
“Tired?” Chrollo sat lightly on the foot of the bed, fully clothed again.
“What do you think?” You shut your eyes, willing your heartbeat to return to normal.
“I think you’re exhausted.”
“You’re correct. Well done.” You sighed and propped yourself up on your elbows. “Why are you still dressed?”
“I thought I’d take you out for dinner.”
You snorted incredulously. “Oh, now you tell me. While I’m all fucked out and exhausted.”
“Well?”
“It’s raining.”
“You have an umbrella, if memory serves.”
“All right, fine.” You yawned and sat up, grimacing at the soreness between your legs. It had been too long. “Let me get cleaned up, yeah?”
“Of course.”
Feeling Chrollo’s release begin to leak from you, you hastily dashed to the bathroom. You grabbed a towel and turned on the shower, delighting in the heat of the water.
As you stepped into the shower, eager for the water’s warmth, you heard the bathroom door creak open. “You need something?”
You were answered with a very naked Chrollo stepping into the shower with you. “I’ve been traveling for some time. Perhaps I ought to get cleaned up as well.”
You grinned to yourself as you squeezed bodywash onto a washcloth. Perhaps dinner out wasn’t in the cards for tonight after all.
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1/2 Do you know the Vanessa x James Bond Shower scene? If not, just youtube it for reference since I can’t link it here. Just wondering if you could do that with Levi x reader. I’m thinking maybe someone tried to pressure her while she was at a bar. (Don’t have to write this) so she came back shaken up because she’s had past trauma. Levi sees her but doesn’t say anything. However she’s been in the shower too long so he goes & sees what’s wrong. Panic attack/Hurt comfort. He cares for her.
Had to search the scene (starts at 0:20 for reference). Thanks for sending it in! If you come up with any more requests, don’t hesitate to inbox me again. I hope you enjoy ❤️
Word count: 2700 words Tags: fem!reader, angst, hurt-comfort, implied sexual assault, panic attack (please tell me if I tagged this post incorrectly.)
These superficial fundraisers were no fun for anyone - nothing but a mandatory pain in the ass. For the Scouts to stay afloat, however, these formalities were necessary. Get dressed up, schmooze the businessmen, impress the emissaries. All these social skills directly manifested in enthused donations.
While no one particularly enjoyed these “parties”, some could at least fake it till they made it. Hange had no shortage of information to share with anyone who had ears. Erwin had his ties with the higher-ups and was otherwise one for professionalism with his eloquent tongue. Miche had plenty of titan horror stories to entertain and wow the guests with. Everyone seemed to have something.
For Levi, though, there was no such thing as “faking it”. If there was one thing he could not do, it was pretending to be someone he was not. All Scouts knew he loathed interaction, especially with strangers. Unfortunately for him at these galas, he had attracted attention as if he was the guest of honor. The thug of the underground turned humanity’s strongest soldier, it was a transformation all wanted to hear, it was a tragedy he hated returning to.
“Give us an updated titan kill count!”
“No titan strong enough to take you down, huh?”
“Growing up in that filth, you poor little thing.”
All the while patting him on the back and tousling his hair.
Tch… idiots. Each and every one of you, all completely clueless...
For you, maybe you could get through the night, if only it was not held in this dark ballroom where alcohol was in abundance. The sunset had gone by in an instant. It was too hard to see, let alone keep aware of, your surroundings in near pitch blackness.
Maybe it was the horde of strangers. Maybe it was the smell of booze. Maybe it was the uncertainty of the drink right in front of you. Maybe it was the unfortunately-timed memory. Whatever it was, you did not care, all you knew was that you needed out of there immediately. A familiar feeling was about to grip your entire being. A public display of hysteria would undoubtedly lessen the profits. The urgency you felt, however, you were leaving for your own good, utterly unconcerned with its effect on the others.
These events were mandatory, but you were leaving early. You could only hope that your superiors would show some sympathy.
Maybe Levi would understand.
// // //
Indeed, as Levi watched you leave the function - taking down your up-do hairstyle and presumably leaving for the night - he made a conscious decision to let you go. It was a shame, he was hoping he could sneak away from these bureaucrats and chat with you at some point. Still, he harbored no anger, only envy and concern. Envy, as he wished he could leave too. Concern, as you were not a quitter.
That was one thing he had learned about you over time, you were not a quitter.
Through thick and thin, Levi only knew you to be a trooper. It was exactly what worried him when he saw you leave in such a hurry. Something must be really wrong.
The endless flinging of questions from the crowd subconsciously droned as he thought of you. All the hazing he had given you in orientation, your slaying of a titan with impossibly dull blades, the time you broke your leg and wanted to venture the very next day... you were incredibly tenacious in the face of terror.
This function, while certainly annoying, was not as inherently terrifying as what he had seen you endure before. Seeing you run off so hurriedly panged his heart with worry, I have to go check on her.
Certainly, it looked like no one else was going to do it. Besides, with the hold you unknowingly had on him, he had to reaffirm himself he was the best man for the job. He was the only one who would understand, maybe even the one you needed.
Levi released the trademark hold on his cup and excused himself from the conversation, deciding against a shit joke. He was careful to avoid any hint that he would return. If the night went well, he probably would not.
He had let you leave the event, but would still be chasing after you.
// // //
Slamming the door behind you, returning to your own room, neither brought you the relief you were in desperate search of.
Your fleeing from the event was so frantic, you only now realized that you had mistakenly taken your glass from the bar. The instinct to guard your drink was so vital, you had clutched it throughout the entire trip back to your room.
Fuck anything that dared to remind you of that time. With a scream and a stomp, you crushed the glass to pieces under your heel. It was irrational, irresponsible, inevitable. It was out of your control, the doing of an overwhelming stupor.
With the shattering of the glass came the shattering of your composure. Your body, your movement, your reactions, you felt they were not your own. Lips twitched to a manic smile, tears rapidly fell down your face, yet you made no noise. Vision blurred, you slowly stumbled to your shower, leaving broken glass in your wake.
// // //
Once out of sight from the party, Levi broke into a hurry for your quarters. As much as he hated that gala, he ran not to get away, he ran to get to you.
Each step he took, he grew closer not only to you but also to anxiety. There was a speck of hope: maybe he would meet you in the halls, maybe you had only gone to powder your nose, maybe you were just fine. Each passing moment without you, that speck grew even smaller.
It felt like the longest trip ever. Finding your closed door was both relieving and worrying. He was happy to have located you as he had not ruled out the possibility of having to search, but he could only wonder about your state on the other side.
He instinctively lifted his hand to a fist but held himself back just as he was about to knock. If there was anyone who understood the necessity of solitude, it was Levi Ackerman. When it came to the typical soldier who had just had a rough day, he told himself they just needed to be alone. However, when it came to you, it was a challenge for him to keep the mindset.
The urgency to tend to you was eating at his composure, yet he knew he had to ignore it, presumably for your own good. He crossed his arms, stared at the floor, and manned himself outside your door.
Maybe she just needs time.
Maybe she just needs space.
Maybe she just needs...
// // //
For the entire time he stayed outside, Levi kept his senses diligent. Still, the only clue he picked up was the sound of running water which had been going on for some time. Come to think of it, perhaps a little too long.
It was no longer merely a personal concern, it had become his duty as your captain to check on you. Ignoring you any longer would not only be a hazard, it would be a blatant violation of code.
The lack of response to his knocking was expected. The unlocked door was not. So as not to startle you, he slowly let himself into your unit.
Levi shouldered off his suit jacket as he examined the room. First, he found your shoes scattered across the room. You must have kicked them off haphazardly. Next, the shards of glass. It seemed deliberately broken. Finally, the bathroom door ajar. The source of the water flow.
Outside of the bathroom, he took a brief pause, preparing himself for what may lie on the other side. He had only ever seen you in tip-top shape. He had a feeling that pattern was about to be disrupted. Levi took a deep breath and slowly pushed the door open.
At last, he had found you, but neither of you felt any relief just yet.
// // //
It was almost as if you had a bird’s eye view of your circumstance. Certainly, if not for your hinging on the brink of dissociation, there was no way you could handle the setting.
Your captain had found you in the shower, his lips parted at the sight. Cold water poured down on you and your gown, you looked incredibly beautiful, incredibly sad. Without hesitation, he sauntered towards the tile. Without flinching, he joined you under the freezing stream. Grey button-down, black slacks and all. In both your formal garbs, the two of you sat together in an indoor downpour.
As close as he was, he left deliberate space between you. The last thing he wanted to do was startle you. If you wanted touch, he would provide. If you wanted touch, you would have to initiate. His only movement was a careful undoing of his tie.
This simple motion was the first step in bringing you back. His calm, his patience… you were starting to feel safe again. You watched your hands clasp around his bicep. Vision shifted as you placed your head on his shoulder, neck shaking invariably. Fingers held a hasty clutch of his arm as they went through spasms.
A few seconds, a few minutes, a few hours, neither of you were keeping track. He had stayed for so long, you were sure he was here to listen, however long it would take.
Voice was a weak crack, “Levi, I…”
A turn of his head, despite the breaking of your voice and the crashing of water, his ears could only hear you clearly. Overlooking his burning concern and curiosity, he did not beckon for an explanation. Pressuring you, not only was he incapable, but the thought had never crossed his mind. The choice to open up was yours and yours alone.
“I’ll never be clean…” A deep swallow, “I feel so dirty.”
Levi took a tender hold of your hand, when you seemed comfortable, he brought your fingers in front of him, “Here, let’s see.”
Ever so softly, he examined your hand. Rotating your wrist, prying open your fingers, flipping from palm to back. He brought your digits to his chin, holding them there until he was sure it was fine. Finally, he lifted your hand an inch higher, giving each of your fingertips a brush against his lips.
As much as you wanted to, you could not bring your gaze to his. You were already completely overwhelmed, you were sure your eyes could not handle the view of your captain kissing your fingers. While the scene may have been too shocking to look at, you were more than in love with the sensation. You were more than in love with his presence. You were more than in love with him.
At the last of your fingers, he rested his head atop yours, continuing to twirl your hands, “If there was dirt, I’d see it, trust me.”
A few more passing moments. Maintaining a polite gaze, he was captivated by the way the water fell on your body. Skin was sparkling. Dress was dazzling. Hair was shining. It was not only your physical features, as a matter of fact they came second, it was who you were on the inside. A compassionate, caring, and courageous young fighter. Always helping others, helping everyone but herself.
He lowered his voice to a gentle whisper, “To me, you’re always glimmering.”
You had gone through countless panic attacks in your time. Yet somehow, he instantly knew the sedative. He had said and done exactly what you needed, such that you were already calming down. How does he do it?
You leaned further into him. When you shivered violently, gaze fell vehemently on you, “You cold?”
A couple of nods against his shoulder, “Yeah…”
A careful pace, he lifted his arm from your grip for just a moment, reaching behind for the shower handle. He twisted the faucet until your shivers ceased. At just the right temperature, he returned his arm to your level. A delicate hand embraced your head against his neck.
He held you.
And held you.
He held you.
And held you.
He held you.
And held you.
// // //
Your head leaning on his shoulder, sleepy snores falling on his ears, he fully acknowledged: he would not mind staying like this forever.
As comfortable as he was, he knew you would prefer a comforter of cotton over a blanket of water. Levi looped an arm around your back and tucked your knees together. Before getting up, he took one last good look at this beauty in front of him. Heart panged with realization: this heap in his arms, he would do anything for her. At last, he rose. Supporting you securely in a bridal style hold, he made for your bedroom.
Before he could lay you down though, you needed, no - deserved, real pajamas. This sopping wet gown would not do.
He sat you on your vanity. Two rubs of your shoulder, two calls of your name, “Hey, hey…”
“Mmm… Levi?” Eyes drifted half-open in sleep.
Levi caressed your cheek, “It’s me. It’s me. Don’t worry. We’re going to get you to bed, but first, you have to get out of this gown, okay?”
Already, you were nodding off again. He was on edge, but still found you all too adorable. He snapped back, “Stay with me. Only a little more…”
One hand keeping you upright, the other pulled open drawers until finding your pajamas. He grabbed two large tees, two loose shorts. He pulled the shirt over your head, shorts to your knees.
He had gotten you this far, he just needed a little something from you, “We’re almost there, hun. I promise I won’t look, can you just take off your dress?”
Given your prior state, he had expected a resurgence of panic. After all, you had kept your gown on in the shower for some reason. Your calm compliance came as a pleasant surprise.
As you reached your hands to your neck, unclasping the halter, you smiled. It was the first one he had seen from you all night, “Thanks for your help, Levi.”
Pulling your shorts past your hips, shirt past your waist, you reached out your hand, “One last favor?”
He met your hand, “Anything.” He truly meant it.
“Tuck me in, please?”
// // //
With his care and attention, you had been completely transported from a cold shower to a warm bed. No one else would have or could have done it, certainly not yourself, certainly not on your own.
As much as he wanted to join you in there, keep you safe and protected throughout the night, be there to cuddle you through any nightmares... he recognized that waking up to a someone you had not remembered lying next to was the absolute last thing you needed.
But if you woke up with night terrors, feeling all alone through them... he was not sure he could live with that idea.
There was one solution. After all, you did have a couch.
He flung his dripping-wet suit over your shower rod. With optimism, it may dry by morning. Staring at these impromptu pajamas, he could not help but chuckle to himself. Getting into your pants, this was not exactly what he had in mind. As he stepped into a pair of your shorts, he understood just how hopelessly in love with you he was.
I’ll do absolutely anything for you.
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