#kisses and begs my muts

[scrvivorisms]

Another Maladaptive Daydream of the Partners in Time: A Drabble/ Ficlet based within My Ordinary Life.

Only MUTUALS May turn this into a Thread. Ending left vague and open ended for Said Reply.

Based on This Song

Feat Williams Favorite Car Ride Song

Summary: It is 1994, Maxine is in San Francisco. She met the very young, and very in love Joyce and William. Chloe's parents. Or, to be parents. The oddly cathartic experience, however strange for the teens, only got Maxine thinking.

The Year never mattered. The passage of time all became relativity. As did the subjectiveness of it all. As did ones own humanity, their morals. It all became something that was never concrete. Never stayed for more than the time she was there. It took on the shape that was needed wherever she was. Whoever she was. Every form was Maxine. She made sure of that. The same even voiced, freckled faced woman they'd come to know through the years. Coming and going like wind.

Though, on late nights when the floorboards dug into her shoulder blades, blue orbs ever focusing on the ceiling fan of her current dwelling, she always thought of them. Her. That place. However damaging and changing, Arcadia Bay permeated Maxine's very soul. Every occurrence since then stemmed from it. Even now, being pushed and pulled by time, flung into something other. Places, people, faces... all new. Unknown. Surely, to be nonexistent in such a way, yet the opposite was a punishment of sorts by the universe.

It sure as all hell felt that way today. She was on a path, on a bench during the day, sipping away on a coffee and paging through her journal. Maxine was a Watcher. Ever the Observer of the world. Normally, she wouldn't pay mind to anyone passing by her on this path. They wouldn't remember her. And she, them. Though...that laugh. With the ever Southern twang to it. It made her feel eighteen again. Younger even. And when she looked...

Joyce. And William was with her. They were so, so young. They looked to be barely into their 20s. Eyes full of hopeful youth. And when she looked further: the roundness of Joyce's belly beneath a white tank top was more than apparent. She was very pregnant. With Chloe. Oh....Oh Chloe....

They were talking of everything and nothing. Of what to do with their time in San Francisco on their vacation before the birth. The birth... Everything began playing like a tape in the back of her mind as she watched. They'd stopped. And there. There. William had a camera. An old, eggshell, perhaps tan Kodak Polaroid Instant Camera. The very one he used when she and Chloe were children on Cedar Ave in their home. The one Chloe gave her at eighteen as a gift when Nathan Prescott broke the other. It seemed William was struggling. With getting the right angle, the lighting, all of it. She stood before fully thinking through what she would say or do.

"Need a hand?" His eyes flew up from the camera, from Joyce and to her. He nervously laughed.

"I, uh, yeah." Christ... it still sounded like him. Maxine held out her hand in offering. He handed over the camera which she has and hasn't yet called a companion. The weight is so familiar in her hands. Fingers easily landing on the button to take a picture. Photography was as easy as breathing at 28. So finding the right angle, the rays of the sun hitting their faces. She looked at them expectantly and they then posed. William slung an arm around Joyce and leaned in for a kiss. One which was provided without hesitation, both smiling into it. Maxine took the photo.

"So, you're on a trip." Maxine remarked this handing them both the fresh photo and the camera back.

"What makes you say that?" Joyce's head tilted.

"C'mon... a young couple on a walking path, conveniently in perfect view of the iconic bridge of San Fran? An even more convenient camera? You're tourists." Max finished this with the softest, kindest smile she could muster. The pair laughed.

"Ya caught us." William said haughtily. He went to put the camera away in his tote bag. And then he went to examine the picture. "Damn... lighting's perfect. What do they call that again?"

"Golden Hour."

A quiet nod as they looked on at the photo, then Maxine. This was getting weird. Hell, for everyone else besides her, it would be. No one ever got to meet their Best Friends parents before they became such.

"So, When are they due?"

"March. The beginning of the month if I remember the doctor right." Joyce finished this with the placement of her dainty hand over the baby bump ever so lovingly.

"Did you have a name in mind?"

"Chloe."

"Middle will be Elizabeth." William added on, just as proud, just as excited. Christ, if only they knew what lay ahead... No. Let this be. Let it be.

"You'll make great parents. I mean, look at your faces." Maxine beamed falsely. "You should mark the photo. A title or phrase. This seems like an important moment."

William was all over it. Though, in his bag, he didn't have a pen. But Max did. A permanent marker in black ink. Max looked up and dared to ask for their names, all three for clarification although she already knew it. And so, when they answered, she cemented this moment in time with what she read so long ago.

"SF Holidays with William (and Chloe)"

She capped the marker back off, and returned the photo. Fingers brushing with William's. And oh, did it hurt to feel, to register his being corporeal. Here. This wouldn't likely happen again. So when they thanked her for taking the shot, wished her a good night, and left without asking her name, she just... stood there. Watching their bodies fade over the curve of the walking path and away into their lives. The next 14 years will be beautiful. Simple. Idyllic.

And then William will be killed in a crash. Chloe will pull away. Joyce will be shattered. Five more years, then a Mother, Joyce would be no longer. And in this timeline, Chloe would stay dead. Max would not be there for interference this time around. She thought of that the whole walk home. Or, what she called home right now. Some dingy hotel room she's been paying for with just cash. Under the table. They only had her name. And a fake ID. Maxine always went for a camera and false identity when she arrived in a new time.

She shoved the key in, turned the lock, and pushed the door open. Allowing it to creak open on its hinges until the knob hit the wall with a dull thud. She stood on the threshold far too long. It felt as though something bad would happen if she went inside. Though, it was only her mind. The spiral that always came when her old life wriggled its way back. Triggered her.

She moved fast, slamming the door. Throwing the dead bolt and chain lock as well. Not that her current companion needed or was stopped by the simple machinations of a lock on a door. No, if they wanted in, they would get in. It was more symbolic than anything. Leave Me Alone, it said. She had many mix-tapes. A collection of time. Rhythm. Memory. She had one song in mind. Now bare feet padded over to the Walkman she's had for so long now. Max grabbed the headphones that had seen just as much wear. They went on, her back hit the floor. She stayed there. Pressed play. Wept.

Maxine curled in on herself then. Sobbed, spiraled, consoled herself both within and without her mind. Her thin arms hugged around her quivering form as the ceiling fan went around, around, around. This never felt fair. It was depriving, a unique kind of hell. Her companion, her friend did not have this pain. Though immortal, their life was one singular thread. A continuity. Maxine felt like a tree. Its root more specifically. Or a neglected ball of yarn. Something unmanageable. Untanglable. You would never be able to truly unwind it. It wasn't fair!

This isn't fair. Not fair, not fair. NOT FAIR.

The sun was set. And her current friend would be coming. She made a point to have separate dwelling though within the same building. They were next to each other. Neighbors. That was how they met. They might have heard her thoughts on the wind, felt it. She didn't know, and didn't bother to question how Vampires work when she can barely pin herself down.

Her face burned, she couldn't breathe. It felt like a vice was clamping down on her very being. It always felt so extensive yet suffocating to be this way. To be Maxine Caulfield. The woman out of time. At least so many people she told of her life called her that. Chloe called her that. Called her so many things in reverence. Adoration, love, hate, sadness. She was everything and nothing.

The door opened. Again, the fruitlessness of locks with them... Her head craned. There they were. How pathetic, how messy she must look. Still in her evergreen trench coat, golden beanie shoved beneath her head to serve a pillow. Legs splayed and kicking only moments before as she cried. The puffiness of her face must be amplified to them. Her reddened cheeks from distress.

"I'm fine. It's fine." A lie. She never could lie. And certainly not to a creature like them. They would know. So she remained laying on the floor, looking up at them, trying horribly to settle her breathing. It came in stutters.

[reveluving]

can i go rabid in your inbox…not a request just imagine billy x reader x kessler…🥴 the contrast of billy being rough but ultimately wanting you to feel good and finish, and kessler being faux sympathetic ‘aww, you poor thing :(((‘ and keeping it just out of reach…hell yeah

- the benny/rick puffing out chests anon (i still go back and read that! 🩵)

me: *sighing, opening the kessler gdoc I already had and scrolling to the bottom because you know damn well I’d elaborate on this. and a girl’s gotta eat too!!*

addict ; billy butcher x reader x joe kessler

includes: s~mut obv (minors DNI!)

a/n: okay but HOLY SHIT, BENNY/RICK CHEST PUFFING ANON??? IT’S BEEN WHAT, TWO YEARS SINCE THAT ASK? bless you, hun! I sincerely hope you’re doing well, please know I giggled and kicked my feet in my bed to this, and the fact that you still come back to the rick series!! 😭❤️

fancy reading something new? check out my full m.list!

smut includes: mm4f, size kink, ‘softer’!dom butcher & slightly meaner!dom kessler are equally nasty, petnames, dirty talking, cunnilingus, edging, overstimulation, sq~uirting, voyeurism & exhibitionism, spanking (once), brief mentions of age gap (legal & consenting!!), bj & unprotected s~ex (p in v), butcher & kessler are absolutely obsessed over you!!

Butcher had an obsession with the way you moaned in his ear as he had you on your back. His large frame concealed yours as his hips moved, his thrusts deep but his pace torturously slow. Like Kessler, he loved how your voice pitched higher each time he bottomed out into you, begging him to let you cum in incoherent murmurs. Seeing his team’s pretty little ace writhing underneath his old buddy was almost as exhilarating as any combined operation he had ever faced. 

“What’s wrong, sweetheart?” Butcher cooed condescendingly, tilting your head up by your jaw so Kessler, who was lazily pumping his cock as he sat on the chair he had dragged beside the bed could see your tears. If your eyes weren’t brimming with tears, blocking both your vision and mind, you would’ve tried to avert your gaze from Kessler’s heated ones. 

“Billy, please…” You sobbed. 

Butcher was dying to have you when it all started, and he would’ve had you first but he wanted to drag your orgasm. Make you yearn for release, only to cry out in frustration ever so cutely each time he slowed his pace, and despite what one would believe, he would’ve surrendered to your cries much quicker, giving you what you, or at the very least, teasing you just a little bit longer before giving you what you needed then and there. Offering you sweet kisses and even sweeter reassurance as he kissed your neck. 

But Kessler wanted to put your limitations to the test, and you knew you were in for a wild ride when he suggested it with a playful glint in his eye. 

Even so, he took great consideration for your well-being, immediately asking Butcher for the safeword and both of them reminding you to use it if you ever needed to stop at any point. A calm before the storm, before he pushed you onto the bed and restrained you with his arms on your thighs, then latched his lips onto your sensitive clit. 

When Kessler had you on your back, flicking his tongue along your lips and grumbling into your pussy, causing your legs to tense and tremble, Butcher sat by your head. Leaning in to kiss wherever his lips could reach, praising you with zero filter while his hands alternated between roaming your luscious body to holding your hands to your head each time Kessler’s tongue had you particularly jumpy. 

“Y'hear that?” Kessler lightly slapped your pussy, his fingers covered in your slick and his saliva the more he patted your sensitive bud. He and Butcher shared a chuckle, and you would’ve attempted to shut your legs if not for Kessler’s adamant grip.

Butcher needed in, so he sat behind you, pulling you onto his lap so he could be with you as physically close as possible. 

With Kessler’s fingers glistening with your juices, he offered his digits to your lips.

“Go on,” Butcher rasped in your ear as brushed his beard along your shoulder, “Taste y’self, so you’ll know why I love tongue fuckin’ you just as much as he does.”

And one thing led to another, after Kessler edged you for a while, topped with the way Butcher squeezed your tits and had the audacity to tell you not to cum just yet, you were already mush in their arms. It wasn't until you looked up at Butcher with your glossy, puppy dog eyes that he convinced Kessler to spare you the torture. 

But with how long they refused your orgasm, you couldn’t control the spurt that had the men who worshipped you the way America did with their golden boy laughing and cheering for your release.

“‘Atta girl,” Kessler praised, swiping and stimulating your sensitive folds to force the very last droplets of your juices into his mouth and chin, “Atta girl.”

You were practically melting in Butcher’s arms, letting him kiss your cheek, jaw and neck before turning your head to press his lips onto yours. 

Kessler’s stubble tickled your thighs and hipbone, his calloused hands slowly sliding up your body before reaching for your hand. You felt his lips against the pads of your fingers before bringing them in between your legs. You felt Butcher smile against your lips when you whined at the embarrassing squelch, but they perked up at the noise.

“Up.” Butcher murmured as soon as he pulled away. You blinked sluggishly, seeing his eyes dart to your fingers. You brought your hand to his face and he immediately wrapped his lips around your fingers, unabashed with the sounds of suckling and groaning that mingled with Kessler’s. You were practically clenching around nothing, and before you could voice out your frustration, Butcher captured your lips with his once more, letting you taste yourself on his tongue.

“Feels nice, right?” Kessler smiled when you practically jerked at his knuckle nudging at your clit. You weren’t even sure if he was asking you or Butcher, “Just gotta tough it out, bud.”

“Shut it.” Butcher scoffed, but God, did he need you and he needed you now.

Butcher shot Kessler a glare when the latter playfully slapped your ass, though they both knew Butcher didn’t mind it one bit. Not when you let out an irresistible yelp, a reaction they hoped to hear more when they switched places, with Butcher already in Kessler’s place, but not before removing his pants while Kessler decided to sit back. As much as he wanted to feel you once more, he didn’t want to miss any of your reactions if he were to ever lose himself in his own pleasure. 

He knew he’d have just as much fun watching you front row seats, plus, he already had more plans for you soon. Whether he was going to have you once Butcher had his fill of you or if he would be impatient enough that he’d stand or kneel next to you so he could feel your perfect lips around his cock was uncertain. 

But with how addictive you were, he and Butcher knew none of them could wait to have you whole.

a/n: I hope y’all enjoyed this little piece of our two hunks. it’s pwp ‘cause do we REALLY need a reason to go to town with them? SHIT I wanna hear more about them or at least kessler 😩 pls don’t forget to leave some sugar! ;; gorgeous rose divider by @firefly-graphics ♡

[ramp-it-up]

Two Most Wanted Pt. 4...Anytime you Like

Pairing: Syverson x OFC Reader "Buttercup"

Summary: You have your way with Sy. Or is it him having his way with you? 🧐

Warnings: 18+ Only, Minors DNI. RPF. S MUT, talk of birth control, Graphic sex. Fingering, manual sex (f receiving) oral, Dom Sy is coming out to play, degredation AND praise kink, dirty talk kink, begging, raw p in v, size kink, pleasurable pain, rough sex, copious amounts of bodily fluids, some fluff and just a lil' angst at the end. This is 2.5k of porn with a teeny tiny bit of plot.

Read at your own risk.  Not Beta’d. All errors my own.

A/N:  This is the fourth installment of II Most Wanted. I'm in love with these two; they are bringing my writer heart back to life. If you like it, please reblog and comment.

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Sy gladly let you pull him into your rental.

Then, he took control.

He pushed you against the wall and placed his hands on your waist, bending down because of the height difference, even though you were wearing four inch-heels. You’d missed how tiny he made you feel.

Sy’s mouth was so close to yours as he queried you. His eyes were so intense.

“You’re not done with me yet, eh?”

You pouted and his lips tenderly touched yours, deepening the kiss as you parted your lips. His tongue insisted that you belonged to him and yours agreed, the two dancing passionately.

“Good girl. Opening up for me like that.”

Your head was spinning and you whined in your throat. 

“Hm.” 

Sy grunted and then smiled before he kissed you again. You were glad for the wall as you were weak for him again. 

“Whatcha wanna do with me, Buttercup?”

Sy’s fingers were on your ribcage now, his large hands spanning your torso. Then, his hands were everywhere as he explored your body, from your breasts over your dress, to your back, down to your ass, which he squeezed as his mouth possessed yours again.

“I want to be your cum slut, Sy. Want you inside me.”

Sy stopped moving, resting his forehead on yours and his hands on your hips. He huffed into your face.

“Holy shit, Buttercup. I thought I was calm after what that mouth of yours did in the Bronco. But what that mouth of yours says…”

Sy’s hand was on your jaw and you turned your head to capture his thumb and suck it. 

“Wan’ you to fill me up, Sy.”

You looked him straight in the eye as he pressed the rock hard length in his pants against you. His pupils were blown and you felt enormous power.

“Hm. The thoughts you think, Buttercup.”

Sy examined your face as he questioned you, his blue eyes making you shiver.

“You want me to fuck you raw…?”

You smiled at his lewd suggestion and the gravel in his voice, and lifted your arms, placing them on his shoulders, standing on tiptoe to whisper in his ear. 

“I’m on the pill. And tested regularly. But only if you want to.”

The expression on his face was priceless.

“If I want to? Hell, Buttercup. I’ve wanted this for 20 years. Jesus, it's really happening.”

He looked as if he would devour you.

An unexpected joy at his want caused a giggle to bubble up in your throat as Sy rolled you around the corner, further into the room, and started trailing kisses down your jaw to your neck right below your ear. His hand was on your ass as you started to grind on air. He remembered your spot.

“Fuck, Sy!”

His other hand came up around your neck and tightened to let you know who was in charge, and you whimpered as he looked down at you and grinned.

You pouted at him, frustrated because you wanted to feel all of the things at once.

Sy’s hands roamed, finding your waist again and lifting your feet off the ground as he kissed you, making you heated at the show of his power. He set you down again, squeezing your breasts and sucking the tops of them in your dress as you writhed in his grip. 

“Let me see you in the light, Buttercup.”

He reached around and wasted no time in pushing his shirt off your shoulders and unzipping your dress to let it fall to the floor.

Sy stepped back and took all of you in. You felt like a piece of art as he studied you. You concentrated on not covering up. 

This was a long time in coming.

“Damn, Buttercup. You’re so beautiful. All of you. Better’n my dreams.”

Sy looked into your eyes after taking in your curves. Hungry.

“Kiss me, Sy.”

He did as you asked, hands on your breasts now, kneading them and weighing them in his hands, his thumbs thrumming you like an instrument. He kissed you fiercely, then looked into your eyes again as he slid down to inhale you, mouth sliding over your flesh, between, underneath, on top, and finally, sucking your nipples into his mouth with abandon.

You moaned as your pussy pulsed with need.

“Sy…please…”

“Don’t rush me now, baby. I’m gonna savor this.”

He kissed you again, and then slid his hand down your torso to your pussy, finding you still so wet for him.

“Hm. Such a good girl, with such a good pussy. Here. See.”

He held your gaze as he brought his fingers up and put them into your mouth, making you taste yourself.

It was so dirty that you practically came from the taste of your desire for Jacob Syverson. 

“Thaaaat’s a girl. Get ‘em even wetter.”

He removed his hand and brought it back down to your cunt.

“I want you to cum for me. Right now.”

“S-Yyyyyyy!”

Most of his fingers went inside you while his thumb stroked your clit. He practically lifted you off the ground as he fucked you with his hand, watching your face as he alternated marking you up and sucking your nipples hard.

“So fuckin’ hot, Buttercup. Good girl.”

His voice was doing things to you. Sy grinned and his eyebrow arched as he felt you clench on his fingers. He brought his mouth close to your ear.

“Which is it, Buttercup? Are you a cum slut, or a good girl?”

Your head went back into the wall as you moaned, baring your throat to him again.

“Or is it both? Are you my good little cum slut?”

“Oh my fucking godddddd!!!!”

You came in his arms and Sy watched you, his mouth open in awe. He couldn’t wait anymore.

He picked you up and carried you into the bedroom, dropping you on the bed as he took off his shoes and clothes. You sat up to look at him.

He was massive. Sy had matured from a lithe youth to a grown man and he was thick all over. The curls on his head continued on his face and on his chest, a dark rush of it pointing down to his cock, which you knew was big, because you’d tried to swallow it earlier. But seeing it like this, hard and throbbing, curved against his hairy stomach, large mushroom tip leaking, thick shaft throbbing, made you lean back with your legs open. 

‘I want that,’ you thought.

Sy took it in his hand and started stroking, causing precum to drip out and you to lick your lips.

“You’re about to get it, Buttercup. Anything you want. Look so fucking beautiful all laid out for me.”

You smiled as you realized you’d said that out loud and you opened your legs wider as he climbed between them. He handled you like a rag doll as he grabbed your thighs and pulled you closer to his legs as he knelt on the bed. He grabbed your knees and spread your legs up and apart as his long thick cock slid in between your legs, smearing your wetness all along the underside of his shaft.

“Mmmmmmmm, Sy, want more.”

He was skating in your slick, driving you wild with the tease of the cap of his cock catching on your clit as he moved back and forth.

“Patience, Buttercup. Need to lube myself up with your cream.”

Sy was enjoying how wet you were and the fact that he was actually between your legs after all this time. He watched, almost mesmerized, at his cock moving through your folds, and his dick jumped, slapping you on the clit and making you moan.

“Pleasepleasepleaseplease… OH shitttt. It’s too much!”

You’d gone from begging for his dick to pleading for mercy as his thick head breached you. You stared at Sy wide eyed as he grabbed his shaft and stopped moving. His heart clenched at the thought of hurting you.

“You good? Want me to…”

He made to pull out and then you implored him.

“No! I mean, it’s so big, Sy… but I want it. Need. It.”

You grabbed your breasts as you felt him cock jump within you.

“More, please.”

“Mmmmmmoooooahhhh,” Sy groaned deeply as he slowly eased into you and at the vision of you pulling your own nipples as he stretched out your soul. 

He bottomed out and licked your exposed neck, causing you to shudder in his hands, which were gripping your ribcage. You looked like sin and felt like heaven around him. 

“You good, Buttercup? Please say you’re good. I need you to be good, baby. ‘Cause I need to fuck you so bad….”

Sy was panting and his heartbeat was erratic.

As always, his words made you gush wetness and you arched as you kissed him, laying down fully and bringing your hands to his short curls.

“I’m good Sy,” you looked him in the eyes. “So fucking good, all full of you. Fuck me. Please… ah!”

As soon as you said ‘fuck me,’ Sy started moving slowly, dragging sparks with with each millimeter of movement inside you.

“More…”

You whispered it as all of your senses came alive and were overwhelming you. 

Sy sped up and looked from your eyes to his cock destroying your pussy. He couldn’t focus on one thing for too long, your face, your hair splayed out beneath you, hour breasts with nipples erect and bouncing, the way he was moving you like a doll as he helped himself deliver the dick to your pussy.

“Good god Buttercup. This cunt is so tight and wet and hot for me. Shit, you stretched around me is so much better than my imagination….”

“Ooooh. Sy. Feels so…Your cock goes so deep.”

It had never been like this before. With anyone.

Sy gave you a mischievous grin as he leaned back and grabbed your knees, bringing them up and bending you in half so that he could plunge even deeper inside you.

Your head shot up to witness him ravaging you as he slowly fucked you with long and deep strokes. You dug your nails into his forearms, holding on for dear life. He fucked you so good that you gouged scratches down his arm and the pain sparked a new pleasure in him that he didn’t know he needed at the moment.

He was inspired to fuck you better, faster, harder.

Sy reached up behind your head and pulled it down by the thick curls at your nape as he leaned over you, caging you in with his massive body as he thoroughly and soundly tried to put you under the bed.

Your belly tightened, your insides in a vice grip of pleasure as you tried to run. There was nowhere to go, however, as Sy was all around you. He felt you tense up, heard your whimper and kept a steady pace, his balls tight against him, the notion of making you cum with just his cock a long held ideal.

“What’s wrong Buttercup?”  

He looked you in the eyes before he kissed your lips.

“Afraid to let go? Don’t want to let me have the cum I’ve been waiting for?”

“Unh! Sy…”

You felt him in your belly, thick in your channel like he was made of you. You knew what was about to happen. And you wanted to get away from it.

Sy read the look on your face.

“Unh unh. You’re going to stay and take my cock like a woman. Not gonna run. You’re gonna take this orgasm, gimme your cum like I deserve it.”

Sy didn’t let up on the intensity, but he looked down and surveyed what he was doing to you.

“Look at all that beautiful cream. Looks so fucking good. Making me drool.”

You had an out of body experience as you watched the saliva leave Sy’s mouth and drip onto your clit and as soon as it made contact, you came, gushing more fluid in between you two.

Sy pounded you through it for a few thrusts, then he pulled out and rushed to collect some of you on his tongue.

“Goddamn. So fucking good, Buttercup. Taste yourself.”

He was up again and before you could protest, was back inside you, hand on your throat as he kissed you hard and deep, your eyes rolling into the back of your head as his resolute pounding and the taste of your cum combined. He trailed his hand down your neck to your breast, rolling your nipple for a second before finding your hand and holding it above your head as he looked into your eyes. 

Suddenly, he became tender, looking as if he was about to say something that you didn’t want to hear, so your other hand found his ass as you encouraged him to find his own end.

“Gimme your cum, Sy. You owe me. Some. Cum.”

He licked his lips at the filth you were uttering and responded in kind.

“Anything you want, Buttercup. I’ve got so much, you’ll be leaking for days.”

You arched your back and bit your lip at his words and as the music of skin slapping on skin intensified. You felt yourself tighten impossibly around him again. And so did Sy.

“Oh…. no….” 

You felt as if you couldn’t take another, but Sy wasn’t done with you yet.

“Oh, yes, baby. Just give me one… more….”

Sy’s thumb found your clit and as you came around him, he emptied all he had inside you.

“You feel like…like heaven, Buttercup.”

Your hands were on his face as you watched his ecstasy and as he pumped more and more of his seed inside you. You smiled and kissed his forehead as his head bent in exhaustion. You wanted to say that he was beautiful, but that would be more than you wanted to convey. You just kissed his lips when he looked back up at you again, and you collapsed on your sides, your bodily fluids between you and his slowly softening cock still inside you.

Sy pushed your hair back from around your sweaty face.

“Look, Buttercup, I know that you are holding back. But you can’t stop me from saying it again.”

“Sy-”

“Shhhh, Buttercup.”

Sy smiled. Handsome wasn’t the word.

“I love you. ‘Til the day I die.”

He brought your hand up to his mouth, kissing your knuckles.

“I know you’re still trying to process everything, and I can only imagine all of the things that are going on in that beautiful brain of yours, but you’re mine. I’m claiming you. Whether it's for the rest of our lives, or just for this weekend.”

You just looked at him and nodded, emotional and unable to speak.

“Just want you to know where I stand. This wasn’t just notalgia sex.”

He slipped out of you and rolled over on his back before he got up and headed toward the bathroom.

“And for whatever time period I have you, I’m yours. Anytime you like, Buttercup.”

He looked back at you with a saucy grin as he caught you ogling his ass.

You stared at the ceiling as you listened to him turn on the water. There was a lot going on in your head, but Sy had just told you that he wanted you and simultaneously taken the pressure off this weekend.

You thought about what you wanted. And what you wanted was currently taking a shower. You walked into the bathroom to have some more of him. You opened the shower door and Sy reached out and pulled you in.

“Get in here Buttercup, the water’s fine.”

That grin would do you in.

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[blueparadis]

Shinji + edging you all day, denying you of your release until you beg him to cum inside of you. Gets carried away he went into breeding mode.

I miss you my sweet blue Paradis 😘 chuu~~

HUNGER ; SHINJI HIRAKO !

+. CWs —» f!switch!reader(s!her pronouns), $mut, edging, unprotected $ex, b*33ding k!nk, pleasure!dom!shinji, p0rn with little plot, aftercare, light undertones of angst, mention of aizen souske; word count — 1k

+. NOTES —» my debut post or a rather first thirst post for BLEACH. If you side-eye me after reading, then it's okay. I deserve that;-; || you can browse my tag index here.

Hirako places his member over her lower belly, smearing the tip with her arousal, and then, weighs his cock again aligning with her vagina murmuring, “What’re ya whining about?” He pushes the tip a little into her saying, “Aren’t you satisfied with this? You still want more?”, he speaks as if he does not know what he has been doing all this time. He speaks as if he does not wish to fuck you in all positions that a man could as if he is and will be able to keep all of it at bay.

He notices a sharp intake of breath as he pushes his cock inside her, seeing her squirm and squeeze her eyes shut. It’s amusing, really that after eating her pussy for so long, fingering her until she begged him to stop, she is still able to hold it back, that is not to cum without his permission, to keep it at bay. It is not just fucking anymore. At this point, both are eager to see how far they can push each other.

The corner of her lips curves in delight when Shinji begins to rub his length. “What’re ya so happy about?” and she had to bite her inner lip not to burst into laughter, to not let him realize how fucking needy he looked right now: skin glistening with sweat, eyes glinting with impatience and lips puffy from all the sloppy kisses he shared with her while fingering her.

“Play with your boobs.”, Shinji instructs as he watches her struggle underneath him, grabbing the bed sheets in tight knuckles, body arching in pleasure with ragged moans and all of it just not to moan loudly; just not to let anyone know that instead doing paperwork Shinji is fucking you in the dead of night. Not just anyone, just to keep it from his roommate, Aizen Souske.

She is well aware that this is only of his tricks to delay the process to have her helpless and under his control a little longer before he finally snaps yet she obeys. Shinji smirks watching her play with her boobs, pinching the nipples, biting her lower lip, and being unable to lock eyes with him. What a pretty little thing! 

And, all he is doing is pushing his cock back and forth into her soaking pussy. It’s not even halfway in yet he relishes the feeling of complete control over her. And why would he not? When one of her hands occasionally keeps flying back to her pussy, to rub it rashly, paying no heed to his warning just to get a release. 

The way her modesty keeps peeling off, slowly, like a budding flower is really tempting to watch. What a beautiful thing to witness! It is turning him on. She tries to sit upright to get more than half of his cock but is instantly pushed back upon the futon, any incoming defenses shut down by Hirako’s desperate kiss. It’s overwhelming. It’s unexpecting of him.

But Y/N gives in to his advances since she finally earned what she so badly craved. Shinji’s hands move from her inner thighs to her hands, long calloused fingers wrapping around her wrists firmly. Shinji’s lips move along her neckline to her collar bones and he ceases when he feels her hips thrusting against his; swift and sly, he would say but he is not surprised. 

“Do— you feel —good?”, she asked out of nowhere in shaky breaths. Shinji’s eyes stilling in surprise yet his grips were still firm over her. “Had your fill … hirako?” and that is when he notices her sleepy exhaustive eyes. 

“Think so.”, he says softly with a teeth-flashing grin.

Shinji hovers above her, adjusting the stack of pillows underneath her waist so that he does not accidentally sprain her while fucking, clasping her inner thighs cautiously before he begins to thrust his hips against hers. He is close, too close and it must have been all the teasing he did before. He did not take into consideration that it might have an effect on himself.

“I’m —”, and she swallows hard, body twitching tremendously as he hits her g-spot.

“Close?”, he picks up the pace, “I know you’re.”,  ignoring the fact that the skin slapping against one another is getting louder, loud enough to wake Souske up.

Her hand desperately clutches onto his arms, nails digging as worry seeps into her heart. What if. . .what if Souske wakes up? Shinji’s grip grows stronger, tummy twitching, mouth open ajar panting and rushing. He has to pull out, pull out before he finishes in her.

Shinji’s hands approach his throbbing member as he tries to pull out.“What’re you—doing? Just —cum in —me.”, Y/N manages to mutter loud enough for Shinji to hear. But it takes a while for him to register it, her words that weigh more than she realizes. His arms curl around her waist as he jocks down, his chin grazing her cleavage as he says, “As you wish.” 

He thrusts his hips with strong strokes, pacing up, hitting the perfect spot with perfect force until he empties his balls in her, pace decelerating body sluggish and exhausted; head rested on her cleavage as their breathing regularises.

Shinji moves away from her body. Silence engulfs the room for five minutes or so. His long hair strands, all in disarray as he tilts his head towards Y/N to get a glimpse of her face but all he could get was the view of her back. He pulls the cover over her naked body, to cover her yet no response. He notices the small rise and fall of her waist. ‘she fell asleep.’ he ponders as he walks up to the washroom as if he was not the reason for her exhaustion.

When he comes back, his eyes jump from the stack of papers and then onto her who is peacefully sleeping, still half-clad. He smiles as he heard her feeble snores, almost like soft purrs.

He clusters his hair and tied it in a bun like Y/N does like he noticed her doing all those times when she paid a visit in the middle of night to help him with his work and that too with her barrette.

He grabs a few papers and sits beside her on a separate futon. Before he focuses his energy to work he grazes the back of his fingers on her back. She arches and pulls the blanket over herself under the influence. His eyes land on the papers; he sees it now; he chose wrong. He should have taken you as his lieutenant and not Souske.

— @shoyoist ; @nymphoheretic ; @rozentias

+ @tokyometronetwork

[mikobeautifulheart]

How JJK men react when the find you secretly singing

INCLUDUNG: Megumi and Yuji

There already established relationships

Tw: none, just fluff.

Also unedited so don't come for me okay

~Megumi~

It's raining slightly outside but it's not a big deal, it just means no training today. You text Megumi asking if he can come over because the bordem started to get to you. He didn't respond.

Heck maybe he was on a mission. Megumi was like that some times, a bit secretive, but he always tries to not intentionally hide things from you. But you can't exactly say you dont hide anything from him either. You maybe dating but you were still trying to hide your singing voice at all costs. You were worried he would hear it and it would be the most embarrassing moment of your life because of how soft your voice is, many times people have missed what you say in conversations because because speak softly.

But when you started talking to Megumi you realised that every time you said something he would always respond, even if you mutted slightly he would catch every word.

Giving up on staring at your phone waiting for a response from him, you got up and began to hum as you walked to the book shelf in your dorm. It was like a shared shelf that you and megumi would put your books on for eachother to read, while you were picking out a book you saw your missing head phones right next to the very last book. You grabbed them and plugged them into your phone putting on your play list while you got a book and read the blurb. You mustn't have realised but you humming turned into soft whispers to singing the song you were listening to. You got so lost in the music that you jumped violently when you felt arms wrap around your waist and take one ear phone out.

"M...Megumi?! Dont scare me like That! I was going to punch you!" You said flustered at his sudden arrival.

He put the single earphone and put it into his ear humming along to the song to. His hair was wet and dripped onto the back of your book.

"You have...a nice voice." He mumbled hesitating as he felt your body warm up.

"You should sing more often, I like your voice over the singers."

"No, don't say that" you blushed putting your hands over your face to spread your blush.

"But it's true"

He humms again in you ear before he speaks again and finds your hands to pull away from your face.

"Say it; in other words hold my hand" He sang waiting for you to finish the lyric.

"In other words darling kiss me-" you sang making him smile as he takes the book out of your hands and down on your desk. Maybe you will sing around him more often.

▪︎Yuji▪︎

You guys we're going to go with Megumi and Nobora for Yujis birthday. It had to be good, that's why Nobora suggested going to a karaoke place, belive it or not Yuji was actually really good at singing and he enjoyed it to. He would always sing little songs when he was busy doing something like baking or just walking around jujitsu high. People would catch him in the middle of his song before they got his attention causing him to do his signature bright smile.

You on the other hand were not keen to sing in public at all. Not to be confised with the favt rhat you a a beautiful angelic voice, it was just the idea of singing where other people could hear that was terrifying, what of you had a voice crack? Or you sang the wrong words? You would never recover. But you were only ever caught singing twice, once by Toge, who swore he wouldn't tell anyone after your continuous begging, and the second time by Gojo, which you had to bribe him with cake. After those two incidents you were more cautious about where and when you sang. But at a karaoke party? It's hard to not avoid singing. Megumi said he won't sing but you know by the end of the night he would. So I must be inescapable for you to.

"LETS GO!" Nobora shouted down the hallway. That's right you two were going to pick up Yujis cake and met Megumi and Yuji there.

Oy after 15 minutes of panicking you and Nobora had the cake secured.

You thought of so many ways to get out of singing until you settled on the perfect excuse.

You went inside the place and saw megumi and Yuji standing at the enterance waiting for you.

"Happy birthday Yuji" you said giving him a soft smile that made him blush ightly as every one started to walk inside.

You all sat down in the room before Nobora picked up two microphones and handed one to Yuji before offering it to you.

"Ah sorry I can't sing" you told her but she persisted.

"Actually my throat is really sore right now"

Yuji looked at you before getting an idea of what your trying to do before he interjected by putting in a song and hitting play. He stood up and cheerful yelled into the microphone beofre saying

"THIS ONES FOR YOU Y/N"

he started singing...horribly. you knew he could sing better, so did everyone else. But he sounded terrible so you wouldn't be afraid. You really didn't want to sing but because of Yuji you were going to sing now. So you stood up to and sang along...not as bad...with him.

"No, noooo, you are always gonna be my loveeeee"

He looked over at you in admiration, you turned your head to him, face slightly red of embarrassment.

The song finished and Yuji blew out the candles on his cake.

"What did you wish for?" Nobora asked

"Well I wished that Y/N would sing more around me." He said hand rubbing that back of his neck nervously.

Let's just say you sang your heart out for him that night.

Authors note: I quoted "fly me to the moon" for Megumi and "first love" by Hikaru Utada for Yuji

Lemme know if you want a part 2 and who, or if you have any requests that are similar or different. Thanks for reading! ♡

[fluentmoviequoter]

Real-Life Prince

Requested Here! 🎃👻

Pairing: Jim Street x fem!reader

Summary: You go to a Halloween party and meet Street, who happens to complete your costume. When the party goes wrong, you learn that his costume isn't what makes him a prince.

Warnings: hostage situation, fluff!

Word Count: 1.8k+ words

A/N: I have some backstory I didn't include. For the purposes of this fic, Street knows about The Little Mermaid because he lived with a foster sister who watched it. :)

A/N2 (while proofreading): Does this have no breaks in it or did I just miss them? I'm reading it as one real-time scene and that rarely happens.

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“Trick or treat!” your friend calls as her neighbor Dominique Luca opens his door.

“You two must be the treats,” he jokes.

“Thanks for the invite and for letting me tag along,” you tell him as you enter his house.

“Least I could do for a princess like yourself, Ariel. There’s food, drinks, in the kitchen, help yourself to anything. And have fun!”

You salute and smile as you reply, “Yes, sir.”

“Alright, Ariel,” your friend says. She straightens the fake fork – dinglehopper – fastened in your hair and murmurs, “I see a certain superhero over there who might need a new sidekick.”

“See you later,” you reply, shaking your head as she crosses the room to talk to a man dressed as Spider-Man.

She waves over her shoulder, and you navigate the growing crowd to reach the kitchen. As you enter the kitchen, someone asks, “Get your voice back yet?”

You smile, a reply ready as you turn, but the words disappear when you see Prince Eric. You don’t recognize the man as any of your friend’s friends from the neighborhood, but there’s no denying he is attractive.

“I’ll take that as a no,” he jokes.

“Still getting used to land I guess,” you respond softly.

“Jim Street,” he introduces, lifting your hand to kiss your knuckles.

You say your name and move closer to him as three more people enter the kitchen. When you agreed to come to this party with your friend, you weren’t expecting to meet a prince, and as you look into Jim’s eyes, you think he might be a real-life prince, just like the ones in the movies.

“Do you live around here?” Jim inquires.

“No, my friend does,” you answer. “You?”

“I live here. Luca just refuses to put my name on invitations because he knows people would come just for me.”

You laugh, and Street watches you like he’s in the presence of royalty, and part of him begs for the chance to treat you like the princess he’s sure you are. Street decides his fate is sealed when you look into the living room and roll your eyes, capturing his attention with every move you make.

“See Spider-Man and Wonder Woman over there?” you ask him, gesturing with your chin.

It takes a moment, but Street pulls his eyes away from your face and locates the people in question. He nods, and you say, “That’s my friend. She lives around the corner and has a thing for superheroes.”

“You don’t?”

When you turn your chin, you’re surprised that Street’s focus is back on you. He watches you intently as you answer, “I guess I’ve always been looking for more of a prince, not his superpowers.”

“Those are hard to find,” he muses. He drops his gaze to your lips, and you fight not to smile.

“But not impossible.”

Someone rings the doorbell, and when Luca whoops a moment later, Street places his hand on your arm and asks you to excuse him for a moment. You nod and watch as he meets Luca and two other men at the front door. Three kids and their parents are at the door, and the kids hold up candy buckets as they say, “Trick or treat!”

“Ain’t that Kay?” someone mumbles behind you.

Looking over your shoulder, you see two men and a woman huddled in the corner of Luca’s kitchen. The shorter of the men is watching the door intently, and the woman is shaking her head and whispering quickly.

“What?” the other man asks. “You ain’t got a warrant, right?” When his friend shrugs, he rubs his chin and mutters, “Get out of here, man.”

“No.” Raising his chin, he says, “Kay isn’t taking me in again.”

“Don’t be stupid, George!” the woman hisses.

“Out of my way,” he demands as he steps around her. He pulls a gun from the back of his waistband and holds it at his side as the man you assume is Kay steps inside to speak to Luca, Street, and the men with them.

“C’mon, Deac, no costume?” Luca chides. “What are you teaching the kids?”

Deacon shakes his head, and his eyes catch on George. He looks away quickly and says something to Luca, who shrugs and glances toward the kitchen.

“What?” George demands.

“Nothing, George,” Luca calls. “Just some trick or treaters.”

The man standing by Luca dressed as a ninja mouths George’s full name, and you close your eyes briefly. If George wasn’t feeling threatened before, he is now.

“Car,” Deacon says over his shoulder. “Annie, go.”

Deacon closes the door while his wife leads his children away from the front porch. When he turns toward the kitchen, George shakes his head and raises the gun. Several people shriek, and George reaches out.

You grunt as you’re pulled against George’s chest, but when he raises the barrel of his gun to your temple, you bite your tongue and try to remain still and silent. Your eyes meet Street’s, and he holds your attention. He nods once, and you take it as a promise that he will get you out of this. However, he’s dressed as a prince and seems to fit the part, so you’re unsure what he plans to do.

“George, I’m Hondo,” one of Luca’s friends introduces, stepping forward with his fingers spread to show his hands are empty. “I’m LAPD, but listen, no one needs to get hurt and no one has to go to jail tonight. We’re just trying to enjoy the party like you, man.”

“Yeah, sure,” George replies. “I’m not falling for it.”

Your eyes are still on Street, and he examines your position against George, dragging his eyes slowly before he looks back to your face. You furrow your brows when he taps Deacon’s shoulder without breaking eye contact. Focusing on him keeps your mind off the gun aimed directly at your head, but you’re growing concerned that he’s going to get hurt in his attempt to save you. When Deacon, already identified as a police officer, nods at Street’s nonverbal communication, you realize that you chose the right Halloween party to get held at gunpoint.

George wraps his arm around your shoulders and shifts you to stand directly before him. He drops the gun to your chest, and you continue to watch Street. Luca says something to him, and Street’s shoulders drop. Whatever they decided on or what George just did must have been a good thing.

“It’s not worth it,” Hondo points out, and you realize he has been talking to George the entire time. With your focus on Street and the silence of the rest of the party, it was easy to tune him out, and you’re hoping that he either gets through to George or that someone does something soon.

“Then maybe I should show you it is,” George seethes, raising his arm to place pressure on your neck. You flinch, and George takes it as an invitation to rest the gun against your stomach and pull you uncomfortably tight against him.

Street moves forward, and your eyes widen as you watch him. He smiles before he disappears behind a partygoer. Your eyes bounce between the people across from you until George harshly pulls you back to reality by tightening his arm around your neck. Your chest tightens as your breath shortens, and just as you begin to panic, George’s arm is pulled away from your neck. You stumble to the side and right yourself as Street shoves George against the counter. The gun hits the floor as Street flips George so his ribcage is against the side of the island and pushes his arm up between his shoulder blades.

“Deacon?” he asks.

“Gladly,” Deacon agrees, stepping forward with handcuffs while Hondo makes a call.

Once Street has passed George to Deacon – with noticeable force stemming from his anger – he moves to your side. You don’t hesitate to wrap your arms around Street, and he gladly returns the hug as he whispers in your ear that you’ll be okay.

“I know,” you answer, smiling as you pull back to look at him. “You’re the only reason I didn’t freak out and get myself killed. Thank you.”

Street shrugs and replies, “It’s my princely duty.”

“Well…” Luca begins. “That was fun, but we’ve got more food and a party to keep going!”

People cheer before the music starts again, and the police car transporting George to the station pulls away from the curb. As the party resumes, almost as if nothing happened, your friend lifts her arms in question from across the room. You smile before you face Street, missing how she raises her eyebrows, impressed and happy for you.

“So, you’re a cop,” you muse.

“SWAT officer,” he corrects. “Savior, I’ve got a lot of titles.”

You hum and brush your hand over his shoulder before you ask, “Ever thought of getting a new one?”

Street smiles and places his hand on your waist. “Occasionally. More than once tonight.”

“Ladies, gentlemen, neighbors, zombies, friends, Romans, countrymen, lend me your ears!” Luca announces dramatically, pausing the music. “We’ve got a best costume prize to give away!”

“What’s the prize?” someone asks.

“It better be free food at the food truck for a week!” another adds.

Luca pauses before he murmurs, “Should’ve thought of that.” He returns to his previous dramatics to say, “A ride in SWAT’s APC, Black Betty!”

“I do that every day,” Street grumbles beside you.

“That’s cool,” you whisper to him. He smiles and wraps his arm around your waist, relaxing when you lean against him.

“The best costume is… Prince Eric and Ariel!” Luca yells.

Your friend leads the applause, followed shortly by Street’s SWAT team as they clap and yell. Walking hand-in-hand with Street, you move to the middle of the room and accept medals from Luca.

“Listen,” Street begins, causing Luca to roll his eyes. “I get to ride in Black Betty a lot, so how ‘bout you let me drive once?”

You raise your brows and look between them. After a moment, Luca sighs and answers, “Yeah, okay.”

Street raises his fist in victory, then circles his arms around your waist and spins you. Laughing, you hug him in the air and celebrate your victory as if there’s no one around. You’re not entirely sure if the real win is the best costume prize or meeting Jim Street, but despite the hostage situation, this is the best Halloween of your life.

“You wanna get out of here?” Street asks after the music is turned on once more.

“Uhm,” you murmur, rising to your tiptoes to find your friend. Tucked in a corner, she’s lip locked with Spider-Man, and you take Street’s hand. “I’d love to.”

Outside, the music fades as you follow Street to his motorcycle. He stops beside it, turning to face you with a smile.

“Thanks for saving me,” you tell him, standing only a breath apart. “I know, it’s your princely duty, but… you did more than get him away from me. I really appreciate it. I appreciated what you were doing before that.”

“Then maybe we should pick up there.”

You lean forward, placing your hands on Street’s chest as you kiss his cheek, then the corner of his mouth. “What can I say?” you whisper, “I’d love to be part of your world.”

[kpopscruggles]

I think Mingi would be the kind of boy in the club that, while dancing and seeing that you smile at him, wouldn't be afraid of pushing his cock behind you so you feel how big he is (messy sex in the bathroom perhaps? Or if he liked you a lot, running in the middle of the night trying to find a hotel room available?)

YALL GOT ME BARKING!!! KEEP EM COMIN CAUSE IM ON IT!

And I got so many thoughts about mingi so heres my take !

That’s when it would go downhill and becom nothing mut an eager mess between you!! What you two thought would be an eager tease while dancing leads too having the need for eachother and too cum. He’s also already claiming you as his and you knew that when you two got really intertwined in the dancing. 

The Bathroom: I can easily see him just snagging a stall before someone walks towards it (we’ll make it a public bathroom cause why not) He’s defenitly panting against your lips while giving you sloppy kisses, maybe it’kll get so feral that he’ll lick the tiny bit of saliva off the corner of your mouth.  

He’s taking his time but rushing at the same time, his fingers in your panties, plunging them into your sopping cunt with a smile “I promise I’ll fuck you somewhere better next time, your gonna give me a secound chance right?” Hes already eager too meet you again, either way if yuou going too say yes because after he fucks you so good he knows your gonna want it again. He’s defentily got your face pushed against the stall door, your back arched and a perfect view of your ass! WHEN I SAY POUNDTOWN BIHHH! Mingi is taking all that energy out on you, the teasing you did while dancing, grinding your ass against his bulge. That was nough for him too make that pussy his with no shame.  

“SO loud, you want people too hear you hmm?” “Want them too know how your soaking a my dick? Sush a slut...your gonna be my slut now though arent you?” “Th-at’s it baby, fuck yourself just like that!” “you wan’t my cum? You want me too fill this pussy?” 

The Hotel Room: The night is far from over pookie!! He knew you’d say yes about seeing him again but wanting too get a hotel room and spend the night with this man!!! How could he turn such a gorgeuos woman with such a pretty pussy down?  

And yes I said woman bevause to Mingi thats how he feels. He feels like hes the inexperienced little boy trying too sound cock in front of the mature older woman even though you begged for him. On the way too the room hes defenitly taking you in and enjoying the look of you.  

ORAL AND FOREPLAY IS THE MAN FOCUS IN HERE! This isn’t just an eager fuck anymore, hes gonna actually take his time with you. Dress off but the hells stay on, he wants your too rake the heel down his back while suck sucking on your clit. He’s gonna have your head draping off the bed so he can take his cock down your throat (Jus visioning it now jfnsjifhigsib) 

“Such a gorgeous bay, My gorgeuos baby” “Pussy taste so good~ All Mine right?” “Open your thoat for me baby take every bit..i-i know you can” 

[leaft-the-chat]

patience is a virtue

ft. luocha

content. (s)mut, afab!reader, dubcon, sex toys, blindfold, bondage, imprisonment, implied power dynamic? idk i wrote this when i was horny, 3.5k wc

a softer and slightly longer interpretation of @mirangel's post because that idea was so genius i can't survive on just crumbs-

he's been gone for so long that you've forgotten how to wait, so he teaches you again.

You still remembered the way he kissed you.

The soft velvet of his lips on yours, gentle hands roaming, touching, caressing every inch of your body. He did it so that he’d never forget the feel of you on his long, arduous journeys.

Every time he came back, Luocha decorated you with silk and gold. In all shapes and sizes, each piece costed a fortune. He would never tell you the price, lest you besiege him with a mouthful about spending too much on you, and he would never admit that the thought of you finding out the full value of the garments hugging your body in his stead while he travelled far, far away made him so damn hard.

But that would have to be put on hold for the time being.

“What do you mean, you won’t be back until tomorrow?”

Luocha cursed himself for the blood rushing to his cock at the sight of your crestfallen face. “I’m sorry, dear,” he crooned and wiped a tear off your reddened cheek. How he wanted to ram himself into you against the wall right then and there. “But work is work. I promise I’ll make it up to you when I return.”

He revelled in the way that your brows furrowed. Flawless manicures gripping the bedsheets, wrinkling the frilly, delicate lingerie on your even more delicate frame, tits hard and swollen, eager to be touched. Such a fine specimen you were, tweaked and altered to perfection - all by his own hands.

“You promised,” you whined, thighs clenching, missing his touch, missing the way his big kok filled you up so full and tight. “I didn’t touch myself at all just for you. Need you so bad, I can’t take it anymore…”

Luocha pressed a kiss to your forehead. What an ungrateful fucking brat. It seemed that he’d spoiled you so much that you really thought not fingering yourself for a little was comparable to the blood and sweat he racked, working to lavish you with riches and gold. You were his pretty little girl, but naughty girls needed to be corrected.

His thumb ghosted over your puffy lips. “Tell you what,” he cooed. “You’ve done more than enough, dear, but I need you to do one more little thing for me, alright?”

You hiccuped. “I told you, Luocha, I can’t-”

“No, no, it’s a bit… different this time.” He chuckled. “I know you can do it, love. Just a little more.” He gazed at you. “Please? For me.”

The scene that played out before him was like a script that it was laughable. Your pretty mouth hang open, head trying to process what he just said. They say that eyes were the windows to the soul, well, the moment Luocha looked into yours, he knew that you were fucked out beyond recognition, a dumb slut ready to beg for the mind-numbing drug that was his dick.

“O-okay, then…” You finally managed, and Luocha smiled to himself. He didn’t even have to lift a finger.

“Good girl.”

Luocha kissed you again and got up from the bed. He rummaged through the drawers and hummed a little tune, making sure to take his sweet time before procuring what looked like a blindfold, a gag… a pair of metal handcuffs… and a vibrator.

Your heart dropped to your stomach. “No. No, Luocha, no. I can’t- you can’t-”

“Shh, it’s alright, my sweet.” He sat back next to you and held your hands in his. “I promise I’ll take care of you once it’s over. You just have to trust me, alright? You can do this for me, right, love?” Luocha looked at you pleadingly.

Now you knew exactly why he was a merchant.

“Fine,” you whimpered as the last of your will crumbled under his eyes. “But you better get back the moment you finish your work.”

Luocha smiled, and the heat between your legs nearly went to your heart. Nearly. “Right after work finishes, and not a moment later.”

First he moved your hair out of the way and gently wrapped the white strip of cloth over your eyes, complete with a small bow at the back (he couldn’t help himself, it went perfectly with your cute lingerie!). Next, you felt the cold metal digging into your wrists with a sharp click!

Luocha’s fingers parted your lips open and you unconsciously licked and sucked them in just the way that he liked, made him laugh. “Patience, dear,” Luocha hummed. “We haven’t even started.” Despite your whines, he pulled his digits out and pushed the cold gag in.

A roast pig with an apple in its mouth.

Luocha sneered. You trusted him so much that it was just so cute and so pathetic. Sitting in front of him blind and handcuffed and drooling at the corner of your puffy lips like a dumb bitch. He could pin you down and choke all air out of your lungs. He could sell you to some some cheap brothel, turn you into a free-use fuckmeat for a measly few credits and you wouldn’t even know.

“Beautiful.” he mumbled. He pushed your back on the bed, and spread your legs apart, admiring how the skimpy strings barely did anything to hide your sopping wet cunt clenching around nothing. Once again, you did all the work for him.

Luocha pushed the vibrator into your pussy, erecting a lewd moan from your lips. He hadn’t turned it on and you were already being such a shore. “Still now, love, and follow me.”

Luocha helped you up from the bed, one arm wrapped around your waist. Your legs shook from the cold, foreign object nestled between your walls. Even if you were gagged and blindfolded, he knew you were asking where he was leading you, but all you had for an answer was the sound of creaking wood.

You felt his hands guiding your back against a tight, enclosed space. Was me putting you in the closet? And yet, this familiar scent of wood and flowers…

“I never said that I’d leave you alone at home now, did I?” Luocha laughed before closing the coffin shut.

Pitch-dark, you choked on the inky black of the coffin. The rough wood scraped at your naked skin, which would’ve hurt if it weren’t for the low buzz of the vibrator in your cunt keeping you inches away from passing out.

Luocha made an effort to lug you around, walking, talking to as many people as he could, whether they be business acquaintances or simply people passing by who must’ve thought him a bit off his rockers.

“Interested in these jade charms, sir?”

“I must admit I’m a bit intrigued,” he’d lie through his teeth, urging the storekeeper to ramble more and more on inconsequential trinkets.

“Thank you for your patron, benefactor,” you heard a purr through the coffin - that was very close to the coffin. That was right next to the coffin. Luocha knew this, and instantly flicked the switch, turning the tremble inside you up a few notches. Your knees quivered and you could practically swallow the gag in your mouth.

“Oh, and you surely have heard of our illustrious general, the Divine Foresight? He seldom shows himself in the public, but I do have some pictures of him. Allow me a moment here, my dear benefactor…”

The presence next to the coffin left. Yet before you could sigh in relief, another voice rang, though standing a distance away from you. “…back on the Luofu already…” A loud thud! resonated in front of the coffin - of you - like a sword stabbing a rock. “….must really miss the Xianzhou, hehe!”

You heard Luocha’s deep chuckle. “Simply business dealings, Miss Sushang.”

“…Lot to catch… Earl just released a new flavour of tea that’s absolutely delicious!” The girl squealed and stepped closer. You could hear her more clearly now. “If you’re free right now, wanna try it out? I’m on my break.”

You could sense your partner placing a hand on his chin like how he always did. “Alas…” He sighed and stroked the side of the coffin. “Perhaps another time. Duty calls me.”

“Aww, good luck on your business then. By the way, have you heard? That really young boy who’s the lieutenant got beaten up by…”

Luocha pressed the remote, and instantly the vibrations in your pussy doubled. Sushang trailed off into a tangent about something that you didn’t quite register as the hot throbbing between your thighs override your brain.

But it hurt, it hurt so much because the vibrator couldn’t reach deep enough. Luocha had purposefully chosen one that was just a little too small, a tad too short for your deepest places so that you’d keel over for him once he was done. The intense sensations cloaked in darkness crawled and itched all over your skin, and all you could think of was Luocha, Luocha, Luocha, Luocha, Luocha, Luocha-

Suddenly, something hit the back of the coffin and you fell forward. The door cracked open and the tiniest ray of light entered the dark space, but not before you caught sight of a glove hand deftly shutting it close and catching the coffin - you - before it hit the ground.

A muffled voice moaned. “Urgh! …so sorry! …be goi-”

“Excuse me, my friend here-” you listened to thee masculine voice yelp in pain, replaced by a higher, pitchier one, “….like to… box that you’re carrying… C’mon, Chengjie, hurry up so we can return! Just one more til I win the game…”

You were rearranged with grunts and set on the ground again. “Of course,” Luocha replied. “What would you like to inquire of me?” They exchanged words that you couldn’t hear, but Luocha saying “Examine away” was all that you needed to know.

Fingers that weren’t his trailed over the coffin, grazing, touching, caressing the coffin, sighing in admiration as if they could see through the wooden skin of the casket. Your heart thundered in your chest. “The carvings are gorgeous, but why do you, um, carry such a large thing around?”

“Weellll,” Sushang’s voice drawled, “this amazing thing here is called a ‘coughing!’”

“A coffin,” Luocha corrected. “It is used in burial rites, to transport the body of the dead to the other side.”

The stranger voice cried, “You’ve got a corpse in there!?”

“This is merely the…” One of Luocha’s hand met the coffin, while the other pushed the virator up to the max. Your knees instantly buckled. “…Tool. Of my trade.”

Too much. It was too much. You tried to grip the walls for some form of assistance, but it was too late. Your legs gave over, and you tumled to the side with a loud crash.

Silence fell.

“Ah, it seems that one of the bolts had come undone. I can’t expect much more, this coffin has accompanied me for quite some time.”

“…Didn’t you say that you were here last time to deliver this to a business associate?”

“Yes, but they were away from the Luofu at the time due to unexpected matters. This time I have returned to fulfil my promise. Now, if you’ll excuse me, I will have to deliver it right away.”

The moment he opened the coffin, Luocha nearly came in his pants. He wondered how the entirety of the Luofu didn’t immediately smell the heavy scent of sex that emanated from the coffin.

There, you were barely hanging on your last thread of sanity, whole body shaking, chin and neck covered in drool with thighs drenched for Yaoshi knows how long. Your hair mussed, sticking to the back of your neck, your frilly laces slipping off for the whole world to see your pert nipples and pink little pussy…

Luocha would’ve taken his time to admire the view if it weren’t for the fact that you were naked in the back of an alleyway.

He removed the vibrator between your swollen hole and placed a soft kiss on your tear-stained cheek. “Not a moment late, yes?” His eyes shone with glee as you fell on your knees and your face nuzzled, whimpering, sniffling his crotch. “Right, you can’t speak. Hold still.”

The moment the gag was off, all that you managed to spew was incomprehensible blabber. “S’ mean…” you whined, sniffling and tugging the crotch of his pants with your teeth. “You’re so mean, Luocha… Kept me waiting for so long… Was gonna die in there…”

Luocha grinned. “I apologize, dearest, work kept me. But all is over. I’m here. I’ll take care of you.”

He unzipped his pants to free his hardened cock. He forced your mouth open, shoving his length in. The feel of your warm and wet throat made him groan. “Take it,” Luocha panted. “Take me so well like that slut that you are.”

Tears brimmed at the corners of your eyes from how rough he was fucking your mouth, but you didn’t - couldn’t - mind. Being left in the coffin with a gag made your jaw sore and itching, and now Luocha was granting you the privilege of treating you with his dick. Each thrust sent shivers down your tortured cunt. You could even feel yourself leaking little by little.

But you were sloppy. Perhaps he’d miscalculated and left you in there for so long that you were actually turning stupid. But no matter. Luocha grabbed a fistful of your hair and yanked your head down, his balls slapping against your chin over and over again.

You gagged at the salty taste of his thick cock fucking your mouth, swollen head slamming against the back of your throat, so rough that your tits spilled out of the lace lingerie and your slick shamelessly watered the ground.

His movements were frantic now, you could tell he was getting close, shaking and twitching in your mouth. He was finally going to shoot his hot load down your-

“Did you really think it would be that easy?”

Luocha pulled his throbbing shaft out and tutted. “Look at you. Were you really going to cum just from getting your throat fucked?” He delighted at the sight of your lips connected to his dick through a flimsy string of saliva as you blindly try to find your way back to his dick, smearing drool all over yourself like a cat reaching for its toy.

His eyes glanced at the small wet spot under you. “Get up.”

You frowned. “H-huh…?”

“I said, get up.” Luocha pulled you up from your wobbly, overstimulated knees and pushed you against the wall, rutting and groaning at the feeling of grinding on your ass.

You could barely hold in the moans threatening to spill out of your mouth when his tip flicked against your sensitive clit. “L-Luocha! Stop it!”

Instantly, Luocha pulled away. “Of course, dear.” His voice dripped with mock disappointment. “You must be far too exhausted to continue. Shame, you’ve bee waiting all day for me, and yet-”

“No!” You cried. “Luocha, please, just put it in!”

You could practically taste the mirth in his voice. “And just what do you mean, ‘put it in?’”

“I wan’ you to put…” You gulped. “Wanna put your cock in, please, want you to fuck me dumb ‘til I can’t walk anymore, can’t think anymore. Please use me and fuck me and fill me to the brim with your cum…”

“Oh, but dearest-” Luocha rubbed circles on your clit, extracting a pleasured yelp from you, “you’re already dumb enough. Who was it that kept whining incessantly about my work like a stupid, spoiled whore?”

You sobbed. “I did.”

“And?”

“’M sorry, Luocha, ‘m so sorry-” Gloved fingers spread open your cunt and prodded at the wet entrance. “I won’t ever complain again, I’ll wait for you, Luocha, I’ll be patient, I’ll be a good girl, I’m sorry, Luocha, I’m sorry, I’m sorry, I’m sorry-”

Without warning Luocha buried his entire length inside you and hit your deepest parts, making you cry out in pain? Pleasure? It didn’t matter anymore, the only thing you knew was that you were filled to the brim with his thick, throbbing cock.

His thrusts were long and relentless, pushing in as deep as he could and pulling out until his tip barely touched your hole, relishing in the way that you whined and clenched around nothing then choking on your own moans as he slammed balls deep inside you again. Luocha thought that the vibrator would’ve loosened you up a bit, but no, you were just fucking tight like it was your first time.

Grunts and moans mixed in the air, set to the wet, squelching rhythm with the occasional smack! on your ass. He crushed you to himself. Clutching you tighter, arm wrapped around your waist, one hand twisting up in your hair. Fucking you like an animal. Hard and fast and unrelenting. Leaving you little time to breathe, to do anything other than surrender yourself to him, to chant him name like a broken, garbled prayer.

Soon Luocha’s thrusts came to a close, and sith one final swing of his hips, he emptied his load inside you.

You two stood in place, trying to catch your breath.

He pulled out. White, sticky cum oozed out of you, dripping down your thighs and on the ground. Some might have gotten on the coffin, but you doubted that anyone would notice the extra layer of paint on the already white casket.

But before you could even pull yourself together, Luocha hoisted you up against a nearby wall and lined his hard cock to your entrance again. “Don’t act so surprised,” he purred, “we still have an entire month to catch up on.”

The chimes and jingles of the girl’s bell were drowned out by the bustling market streets. One might think to ask why she was running around red-faced, but this was the Xianzhou Luofu, where the short-life hurried to make the most of their limited time, while the long life, in their eyes, lounged around and watched them with amusement.

Li Sushang, however, hurried to get the hell away from what she just witnessed.

Now she understood why he lugged that giant casket around. Business, her arse! (Oops, sorry, mom-) Oh, Aeons above, that man had managed to fool everyone with his princely face but really, Luocha was just a disgusting, messed-up perve-

“Woah, woah, slow down a bit there, officer!”

Huh?

Sushang snapped back into reality but it was too late. Her hands slipped and she tripped over her prized sword. Before she could tumble to the ground, though, a pair of strong arms caught her.

Sushang gasped in relief, but now her face flushed for a different reason. “Th-thank you, sir,” she croaked. Ugh, what was she doing? A Cloud Knight should be there to help the people, not the other way around!

The man helped her up and smiled. He had a handsome face and wore fancy armour embellished with Cloud Knight motifs. Sushang immediately realized that he must be one of her superiors. “I haven’t seen you around here very much,” he said with the slightest tilt of his head. “Are you a new recruit, miss?”

Sushang straightened up. “Yes, sir, deputy Cloud Knight Li Sushang at your service! I transferred here not too long ago from the Yaoqing so I’m not very familiar with the Luofu, but I’m steadily learning everyday!”

He chuckled. “Your shift is already over, yet you’re still hard at work. Your work ethic is admirable, officer Li.”

“Oh, no, I was just-” Sushang choked on her words. Goddamnit (no, mom, Guinai was to blame! Wait, actually, no, don’t scold her-), that image flashed before her eyes again, ew…

She forced a casual laugh, and gestured to her sword. “Getting… exercise! I got this sword from my ma, and it’s reallyheavy, so I’m still getting used to wielding it - even though I’ve had it my entire life… Oh, anyway, I usually run laps around the ship with it, and-” The man was still smiling, but Sushang felt as though she would crumble under his gaze. “…Yeah!”

“I see.” The look in his eyes was as undecipherable as the characters in the reports that Sushang had to write. “I think you should stop and rest for the day. After all…” He let out an unceremonious yawn. “It is getting rather late, don’t you think?”

“Y-yes, sir!”

Jing Yuan watched the girl leave as she appeared - in jingles and a hurry. The direction that Li Sushang came from… Yes, he had no doubt about it. Jing Yuan would need to keep an even closer watch on this merchant.

Luocha scowled. “Fuck you mean, ‘nuh uh’? I’ve already sanitized the coffin three times, now get going or we’ll be late.”

The entity growled from under the bed and sent out thorny vines to stab Luocha’s arm.

“For the last time, I did not cum inside the coffin!"

if you recognize my writing on reddit then buddy you really need to go touch grass

[ichor-for-the-incubus]

I want to be in a relationship with a dom and a sub. Or multiple of both- or switches. I love my polycules and I love all the fun ways a variety of players can make for a truly wonderful game.

Someone who has full control over me... someone I have full control over... someone I can fight for dominance with... someone who I can dom jointly with... someone who I can serve the same master alongside...

I need all in my life- every inch of my body craves for the same pain and pleasure I crave to give others. My sadomasochism needs enough fodder to reign it in so I don't go overboard.

I want to make a cute thing beg and plead and whimper. I want to tackle them and tear off their clothes and make them scream for me and let me trace my claws up their body and kiss and bite at their flesh. I want to show a dumb bratty bitch their place. I want to fuck my strap deep into a needy thing while I play with their dick and give them no way to squirm away from the unyielding pleasure. I want to see them fight against their restraints and cry and whimper- but of course the dumb slut is being extra careful to avoid the safeword.

And I want to have another meaner, bigger dom do the same in turn to me, punishing me for thinking I was ever truly in control of anything. How could I possibly be a real dom if I just came from being manhandled and getting whipped, tears running down my face as my throbbing boycunt begs to be filled. I want to be forced to admit that I was so foolish for taking the real hunter's prey- and it's only right I be used as substitute. I want to be ravished and fucked out of my mind until I'm blabbering just as much as the pretty thing I ruined just an hour ago.

And then there's the times I want to fight with another switch or a dom. Try and force the other into submission and make them admit they're weaker. To accept defeat and total submission to the real alpha. I want to win just as much as I want to lose. I want to ruin a dumb little mut who thought they could be able to top me. I want to be ruined by a monstrous predator who I foolishly thought I could overcome. I want to make them into a desperate mess begging to let them fuck me, or for me to fuck them. I want to be made to beg to be punished for my hubris.

I want to be ambushed while I'm playing with my first prey and be forced to continue as my own hole is filled, claws dig into my back, and a hand lightly wraps around my throat. I want to be forced to continue until my prey and myself are equally fucked out and my predator is the only true winner.

I'm already hard and wet just thinking about it.

[djtoilet6]

QUICKIE

WARNING: Sex,Swearing,Cheating

Anika Kayoko x Ethan Landry smut fic

"Come on Anika it's gonna be quick i promise"Ethan begged Anika

"I don't know Ethan,i sure do wanna do it but i don't know"She replied

"Come on pls!"He begged again

"Ugh Ethan okay!!,you can lick my abdomen!"Anika said

he then started to run his tongue on her abdomen making her whimp

after that he grabbed her by the neck and tossed her to the wall

"E-Ethan what are y-you doing?!" Anika said scared

"going to make you scream"

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Ethan was on top of Anika penetrating her as he had her mouth covered.

she was doing mutted moans as the boy was going deep inside her,she loved it.

"Ah ah ah!! Honey!!"Anika said

'hmmm mhhh hmmmp!!"

"Anika damn your insides feel great fuck!!"Etha said

"And your cock feels amazing hah!"She said

"Fuck me harder Ethan HARDER!! HA!!"Anika yelled before kissing him and inserting her tongue on his mouth

it was a wet kiss and a verh sexy one.

When Ethan Finally came he stod up and started to suck Anika's vagina,The Fishy smell and taste was drving him insane.

shortly after she came,He stod up with his mouth full of her fluids and spit a bit in Anikas mouth,they drank it

after that they sat,Anika cuddled on him as they where talking about life.

"Oh shit Mindy is gonna come back soon"Anika said

"Oh okay it was amazing little girl eheh"Ethan said

"i love you!!" Anika said kissing him

THE END

[skipps-writes-for-gojo-satoru]

Updated 24/6/2021

∞ Oneshots/Scenarios

Trying to wake him but only to be cuddled

Gojo & S/O take Megumi as their son

S/O not used to compliments 

Taking pictures of his  S/O

S/O Insecure of their relationship

Sees his eyes for the first time

S/O who’s having an anxiety attack

S/O wiping Gojo’s kiss

Gojo wiping S/O’s kiss

Comforting a sad S/O after a mission

S/O wears Gojo’s shirt

S/O makes Gojo eat spicy food

S/O who helps Gojo (MANGA SPOILERS)

Comforting a sad S/O

Comforting a sad S/O 2

Ex to Lovers

Reader most romantic confession

Gojo’s Birthday Fic 2020

Comforting stressed S/O

Geto kidnapping Wife!Reader

Dog!Gojo Satoru x Reader

Comforting childhood bestfriend 

Husband material

Flower giving

If only I had somewhere to sit

Mommy kissing Santa Claus

Comforting Gojo

Gojo having a nightmare

Cheering up his S/O

Gojo making reader laugh in a meeting

Clingy in the morning 

In the shower

One of These Nights

From Behind

Gojo caught crying

A Taste?

Early Mornings

Gojo & the twins wanting another baby I

Gojo & the twins wanting another baby II

A Promise

Reader getting her period and Gojo notices

Lazy & Affectionate

Telling him you’re pregnant

The Gojo twins visiting Jujutsu HIgh

∞ Headcanons

Engagement Headcanons

Chubby S/O

Gojo turned into a child

F!Short & Strong S/O

Newborn curse reader

Curious childlike reader

S/O who is good at hand to hand combat

Cuddling Headcanons

Pregnancy Headcanons

Reader afraid of rejection

Tall & Strong Cursed Spirit

Suicidal Reader 

Long haired reader

Big sister reader

Affectionate S/O

Celebrate reader’s birthday

Toxic lover

What does Gojo Satoru smell like?

Working out 

Type of girl Gojo would fall for

Pregnant reader wants to decorate for Christmas

Gojo wanting a baby

Gojo trying to make stotic!reader smile 

Gojo Twins #1 

M!Strong & Short S/O

S/O memory loss

Popular F!Reader

S/O turns into a child

Shy S/O

S/O protects Gojo

Clumsy S/O

Day off with Gojo

Shopping with Gojo

Valentine’s Day

Insecure skinny S/O

Gojo x Idol!Reader

Agrument with his S/O

Merman!Gojo

∞Skipps Imagines

Why?

My Everything

A Moment

Afternoon Naps

I’ll be here

∞Random Gojou Satoru Headcanons Series

1   2   3

∞  SFW Alphabet

SFW Satoru Gojo Edition

∞ Prompt Event

Fluff # 12 “Could you say that again?” “Were you listening?” “No I was, I just like hearing your voice”

Fluff prompt #26 “You’re really warm.”

Fluff Prompt # 1 “Is that my shirt?” “You mean our shirt?”

Fluff Prompt # 44 “You’re an idiot.” “But I am your idiot.”

Fluff Prompt #19 “ You know, I think my (mother/father/parents) would be proud if I brought (you/him/her/them) home.”

Fluff Prompt #18 “You come here often?” “Well considering I work here, yes” #27 “Are you blushing?”

Fluff Prompt #4 “Kiss me.” & #13 “ I didn’t think it was possible to love someone this much.”

Fluff Prompt #7 “You’re an idiot.” “But you love me.”

Fluff Prompt #10 “Stop moving and let me braid your hair!”

Fluff Prompt #39 “You’re safe now, I’m here.”

Fluff Prompt #9 “You took all the pillows so I’m using you as one.” #26 “You’re really warm.”

Fluff Prompt #31 “I’m never gonna to leave you. I promise” #44 “You’re an idiot. But I am your idiot.”

Fluff Prompt #4 “Kiss me” and General Prompt #17 “Are you jealous?”

Fluff Prompt #30 “I’ve been in-love with you since we were kids.”

Fluff Prompt #16 “Can you just please hold me ?”

Fluff Prompt #7 “ You’re an idiot.” “But you love me.” General #17 “Are you jealous?”

General prompt #46&#48 “Are they really just a "friend”? “I won’t hurt you”

General Prompt #2 “It’s pouring rain, why are you here?” #50 “I didn’t have anywhere else to go.”

General Prompt 17 “Are you jealous?”

General Prompt #17 “Are you jealous?” & #25 “She doesn’t belong with him!” “Than who does she belong with?” “with me…”

Angst prompt # 28 “Move out of my way before I make you”

Angst Prompt #12 “Maybe they were right, you never did change.” & #14 “ Don’t you dare walk away from this!”

Angst Prompt #21 “It’s (her,him,they), isn’t it?” & #36 “They warned me about this.” “About what?” “You.”

Angst Prompt #6 “You’re lying to me again. Why can’t you just tell me the truth for once?"

Angst Prompt #47 “ You deserve so much better.” #48 “Give me one reason why I shouldn’t leave.” 

Angst Prompt “If you love me please let me go, please…”

∞ Winter Prompt Event

Winter Prompt #1 “What do you mean we’re out of hot chocolate?”

Winter Prompt #2 (Cuddling by the fireplace)

Winter Prompt #13 “Your hands are freezing!”

Winter Prompt #14 “ Aren’t you cold like that?”

Winter Prompt #17 (watching movies under a pile of blankets)

Winter Prompt #18 (snowball fight)

Winter Prompt #22 (kissing in the snow)

Winter Prompt #32 “There’s no way I’m letting you spend Christmas alone.”

Winter Prompt #37 (stuck in a snow storm)

Winter Prompt #38 “ You’re under the mistletoe so stop stalling and just kiss.”

Winter Prompt #43 “What do you mean Santa’s not real?”

Winter Prompt #50 “Those were for Santa!”

Winter Prompt #54 (Winter power outage) Gojo Satoru Edition

Winter Prompt #56 “Shhhh, don’t tell her/him!”

Winter Prompt #60 “I feel like there’s more frosting on you than on the gingerbread.”

Winter Prompt #10 “Where did all this mistletoe come from?” #61 “What are you doing with that mistletoe-oh.” #64 “I guess… this is when we kiss?”

Winter Prompt #65 “No, we’re not getting a puppy for Christmas. Stop. Asking.”

Winter Prompt #66 “ You don’t put marshmallows in your hot chocolate? YOU HEATHEN”

Winter Prompt #68 (Winter Proposal)

Winter Prompt #70 “You’re perfectly welcome to kiss whoever you wa-”

Winter Prompt #72 “Did everyone else come with a date?”

∞Smut Prompt Event (1k Followers Event)

Smut Prompt #21 “You’re bigger than I expected.”

Smut Prompt #54 “ You’re going to regret that, sweetheart.”

Smut Prompt #55 “Were you dreaming about me again?”

Smut Prompt #1 “We’re in public, you know.”

Smut Prompt #3 “Can you help me with this zipper?”

Smut Prompt #28 “Oh god, how can you manage to switch from cute to sexy in under a second?”

Smut Prompt #53 “What do you mean not yet? You can’t expect me not to cum when you’re fucking me so good!”

Smut Prompt #16 “Forget the bed. Let’s fuck right here.”

Smut Prompt #11 “You’re really gonna make me beg for it?”

Smut Prompt #5 “Are you trying to turn me on right now? Because it’s working.”

Smut Prompt #44 “If I have to pull over, you won’t be able to walk for the next week.”

Smut Prompt #46 “You’re not allowed to cum without my permission.”

Smut Prompt #6 “I’d hold on to something it I were you.”

Smut Prompt #27 “Is that a gun in your pocket or are you just pleased to see me?”

Smut Prompt #42 “I know for a fact you’re a lot louder than that.”

Smut Prompt #41 “I’m gonna fuck you so hard that you forget you ever even met that asshole.”

Smut Prompt #39 “ Angel in the streets, freak in the sheets.”

Smut Prompt #15 “Try to keep quiet. We don’t want to get caught.”

Smut Prompt #48 “Holy shit, you’re so fucking sexy like that.”

∞Physical Affection Prompt

Physical Affection Prompt #11 (Back hugs)

Physical Affection Prompt #1 (Pats on the head)

Physical Affection Prompt #9 (Wiping away their tears)

Physical Affection Prompt #18 (Wiping food away from their lips)

Physical Affection Prompt #23 (A hug some might consider too long)

Physical Affection Prompt #7 (Squishing their cheeks)

Physical Affection Prompt #8 (Brushing hands by accident)

Physical Affection Prompt #15 (The biggest warmest hug)

Physical Affection Prompt #13 (Kissing someone’s forehead)

Physical Affection Prompt #6 (Chasing after their lips after they pull away)

Physical Affection Prompt #25 (Playfully biting)

Physical Affection Prompt #4 (A hug after not seeing them for a long time)

Physical Affection Prompt #21 (Accidently knocking your head against their chin)

Physical Affection Prompt #22 (Kissing their cuts/bruises/scratches)

∞Incorrect Jujutsu Kaisen Quotes

#1 #2 #3 #4 #5 #6 #7

∞  Skipps Art

Random Gojo 1

Cat ears for Gojo

Dog Hybrid Gojo

Happy New Year 2021

Mochi Gojo

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[reveluving]

graves trying to fuck his shy wife in the car somewhere but shes worried someone will see and all that so he has to assure her it'll be just fine

SHIET BARK WOOF WOOF BARK 🗣️🔊 BABY, YOUR MIND!!!! THANK YOU 🫶🏼

Includes: car s~mut (minors DNI!), teasing in public, praising, dirty talking, one (1) spanking

COD x shy!wife thots closed! Thank you, everyone, for your time & amazing minds! I sincerely hope I can do this again with y'all soon! 💌

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To say you looked ethereal in the dress he bought for you was an understatement.

“Phil–!” You stammered, digging your nails into his jacket as he thrust his hips upwards. One of his hands held the back of your head, bringing you in for a passionate kiss—your glossy lips sending him to a drunken haze, while the other gripped your hips, bringing them up and down at an animalistic pace.

You could only imagine how much the car was shaking from the outside.

He had brought you to a fancy restaurant for your anniversary—the kind that needed a reservation months prior. And on the day of your special dinner, he left you a little surprise on the bed. 

Inside the black monochromatic gift box was a long, luxurious-looking dress, plus some matching jewellery. As if he hadn’t bought you plenty already.

And he knew had made one of the greatest decisions in his life when he finally got to see you wear it. 

It began with romantic kisses; anywhere from your hands and even went as far as nuzzling your cheeks, listening to your giggles as his stubble tickled you.

And then, he took a few steps further. 

Your body never stopped heating up when he started leaving lazy kisses on your neck, sighing contently as your breath hitched each time. Nor did he ever stop staring at you even when your food arrived. You were lucky your table was far from the eyes of the customers, though you couldn’t say the same about the waiters and waitresses. The side split only gained his access for his naughty hands to roam and slide up your legs.

And yet he spoonfed you his food and even joked around about random topics as if one of his hands wasn’t squeezing and stroking your thigh—the coldness of his wedding band contrasting to the rising temperature of your own body. 

You couldn’t do anything about the smugness on your husband’s face, even teasing you by asking if you were alright—he knew you’d likely let out a cute moan of yours if you did attempt to answer him.

And as soon as he paid for the meal, he spared you the endless torture, partially because, he, too, couldn’t resist any longer.

Upon entering the car, he immediately pulled you to his lap. He didn’t waste any time, bunching up your dress to reveal your ass, then pulling your panties to the side.

“Phil—! Wait!” You squeaked, looking left and right in fear of anyone passing by in the parking lot. Your husband cooed almost condescendingly as you hid your face in his neck. 

“What’s wrong? Don’t y’want me to touch you?” His hand made its way under your dress, then past the crotch area of your damp underwear, biting down a smirk as your slick smeared his fingers. He hummed in approval, “I know I do. ‘Can feel this pretty pussy making a mess—fuck.”

You were mentally debating on begging him to take you this instant or to drive you home to be fucked. But your resolve was breaking, damn near disappearing, as if his indifference, or better yet, the thrill of getting caught in a public space was doing stuff to you.

He snapped you out of your thoughts real fast when he slapped your ass. Your yelp turned into whines when he began massaging them to soothe the sting.

“C’mon,” He assured you, though if you weren’t so lightheaded, you would’ve noticed the hint of desperation in his tone, “Need t’fuck my wife stupid in her pretty dress,” He pinched on the fabric of your dress for a moment, “So fucking beautiful f’me.”

You couldn’t help but throw your head back as he slid his hands up your back, watching your face contort with great intensity. 

It didn’t take long for him to convince you, and when he took his cock out of his pants—slapping against his stomach as he finally rid himself of the constriction, your self-control finally broke.

Just like he did.

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[ramp-it-up]

II Most Wanted Part 5: Wherever You Take Me

Pairing: Syverson x OFC Reader "Buttercup"

Summary: The cookout gets hot and dinner with Sy is a revelation. Plus, you get to see his place. 😏

Warnings: 18+ Only, Minors DNI. RPF. S MUT, Fluff, Angst, Reader has PCOS, talk of infertility, talk of war, daydreaming about shower sex, anal play, natural hairstyles, clothes kink if you squint, voice/dirty talk kink, Graphic depiciton of sex. Woman on top, size kink, slight choking, squirting, nipple play, begging, raw p in v, copious amounts of cum. I did not mean to disparage yoga in any way.

Read at your own risk.  Not Beta’d. All errors my own.

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To say Sy had you shook was an understatement. You woke up expecting to find him there, but then you remembered saying a groggy ‘goodbye’ to him almost as soon as you hit the bed after the workout he gave you in the shower. 

You lay in bed as your anxiety spiked and wondered if he took that as a dismissal. You hoped that he didn't think that you didn’t want him around. But you didn’t want him to think that you were going to just fall into his arms.

You just didn’t know what to do with these old/new crazy feelings for Sy. How well did you really know him? You knew the kid from 20 years ago, but he broke your heart. How careful would grown ass man Sy be with your love? And would he still want you if he knew the entire truth?

You decided to relax and stretch and clear your mind of all the clutter. Yes, yoga was the perfect antidote to Jacob Syverson.

—---

Yoga failed you miserably.

You found yourself checking for Sy as soon as you arrived at the cookout. You socialized as you lowkey searched for him at the function, and when you realized he wasn’t there yet, you inhaled a whiff of the shirt you were wearing for the dopamine hits. It was his dress shirt from the night before that you tore off of him and that you were wearing over your tube top and jean shorts. You couldn’t help it if he left it there and it was the perfect complement for your outfit.

It was well past noon and he hadn’t arrived. You chewed your lip and let anxiety in again. You avoided questions from Carla and Tiffani about what happened, and your mind drifted to how he’d handled you last night. 

Sy’s soapy hands were all over you, pulling on your wet nipples, grabbing your wet hair as his mouth attacked your neck, and sliding over your body under the hot stream of water. He was a quick study, and at the point of your fifth orgasm, it felt as if he knew your body better than you. 

And you let him take possession. 

His slippery fingers toyed with and penetrated your ass as he fucked you senseless against the wet tile, ramming his thick cock inside you again and again as you begged for more. You came again, harder than you ever had, and afterward your energy drained out of you just like his cum streaming down your legs. He had to dry you off and carry you to bed, all the while leaving sweet kisses all over you.

You’d never felt so…loved...and in trouble.

As soon as your towel covered head hit the pillow, you were out like a light. You didn’t see Sy’s look of adoration, didn’t feel the kiss on the forehead that he gave you as he whispered “Sweet dreams,” and his chest puffed out with pride at having put you to sleep, a cocky smirk on his face as he let himself out and strode toward the Bronco. You were snoring softly.

You were busy reliving the experience of the night before, relishing the slight soreness of your body as Carla and Tiffani chattered around you. You weren’t really present until fingers started snapping in front of your face.

“Come back to earth…”

“Oh shit,” you giggled, “sorry, Carla. What were you saying?”

Both of your besties laughed at you.

“Umm hmm. Yeah. Well you answered the question without answering it. That dreamy look on your face says it all.”

You just smiled, rolled your eyes and sipped your cider.

“I’m just chilling. Sy and I had a good talk, and a good time last night. We buried the hatchet.”

Carla and Tiffani exchanged looks.

“I bet you did. I bet you buried it hard. And deep.”

You scoffed at them both, but Carla was unswayed. 

“Tell us, Buttercup. Exactly what size hatchet does Jacob Syverson carry?”

You shook your head and took another drink, rolling at your friends’ ridiculousness.

”Well, if you don’t want to give the details about Sy’s dick, you’ve got to tell us the story of that hair.” 

Carla nodded toward your thick cornrows.

“Did Sy mess it up so badly that you had to detangle in the shower, or did you get tangled up with Sy in the shower?”

Your cheeks heated as you took another swig and scanned the park to avoid answering your intuitive friends. And when you saw the Bronco, you almost choked.

You put your beverage down and straightened up, patting your head. Sy had arrived.

“Does it look alright?”

“It looks dope,” Tiffani looked around to see Betty Bronco pulling into a parking spot.

“Oh shit, she is sprung. This is gonna be good.”

Their teasing faded into the background as you watched Sy unfold out of Betty Bronco and were reminded of the night before as he ran his hand over his beard. That beard. How wet that beard got last night. Both in and out of the shower… 

You took in the vision of this man who indeed had you sprung after one night. You sighed when you saw him come toward you. Although he was dressed simply, a dark grey t-shirt and jeans, he looked like the best thing you’d seen in ages.

Damn, he was hot. Or was it that you’d just spent too much time in the sun? He strode toward you and the way his body moved was dangerous. You felt that you would hit your knees with the slighted signal from him. 

Sy was indeed hot. And you may have also had sunstroke. Both things could be true. What else would explain the way your heart was beating and the weird feeling in your stomach?

Yes. Sunstroke it was. And lust. And nothing else.

Your friends’ laughter pierced your reverie and you got up to meet him before he reached the group.

—------

Sy got home that morning and fell into his bed, daydreaming of having you in it. It was 4 am, and he fully intended on sleeping just a few hours, then waking up and sending you a good morning text.

Soon he was dead to the world.

The next thing he knew, it was 11:30, too late for a morning text. He would just have to greet you in person at the cookout. He got out of bed to get ready, taking extra time with his hair and beard. He hadn’t cared this much about how he looked since high school. He hadn’t cared this much about anything since you. He wanted to be the one that you wanted. If it was a quarter of the way he wanted you, he’d be a lucky man.

Plans rolled around in his head as he rolled toward you in Betty Bronco, but also uncertainty. Was this just a trip down memory lane for you? Just a whim of a weekend, a chance to experience everything you didn’t 20 years ago? 

Whatever this was, he wasn’t going to waste any time. 

When Sy pulled up at the event almost an hour late, lo and behold, there you were. His eyes fell on you, a vision in his white shirt, your lips wrapped around what looked like a beer bottle. Your hair was different. Sexy. But then again, every look was sexy on you it seemed.

“Well, ain’t that a daisy.”

His heart did a thing and he took a beat, trying to be cool. Sy thanked his lucky stars before he got out of the Bronco, his destination not even a question.

—--

You met him under a live oak tree, a few feet from the picnic tables. Carla and Tiffany and a couple of other people called hello to him, but he just nodded and waved at them as he focused on you.

You in his shirt was one thing, but the tube top and shorts you were wearing, he felt as if he hit the jackpot as his eyes feasted on your curves. He licked his lips as if to recall the taste of some of them.

You stood there as Sy’s eyes roamed your body possessively, and although it was 82 degrees, you shivered. Maybe you were getting the flu.

“Hullo there, Buttercup.”

Sy beamed down at you and you screamed at him in your mind as you flushed hot again. ‘Where have you been!? Why did you leave!?’

But instead you just said, “Hello, Sy.”

You grinned back up at him, suddenly okay. More than okay. Sy’s attention was a powerful drug and you’d forgotten that you were an addict. You wanted it all the time. 

“‘D’you sleep well?”

You bit your lip and grinned again as you played with the collar of the shirt you were wearing. Sy could glimpse a hickey that he’d put on your collarbone and he felt the urge to take you behind the tree and give you more. You had some powerful magic.

“Yes. Very.”

He took off his sunglasses then and stepped closer to you. His smile was contagious.

“I’m glad. You were knocked out when I left. Seemed tired.”

Your smile dropped as you chewed your lip.

“Yeah, about that. I didn’t mean to kick you out.”

Sy shifted his stance closer to you.

“You didn’t kick me out, Buttercup. You were exhausted. I said I was going to give you space.”

“You did?”

You stared at him, wide eyed. He chuckled.

“You don’t remember that, do you?”

You sighed in relief and looked at the ground, cheeks heated.

“No.”

Your voice was small and Sy’s heart lurched, He had hope. Maybe you did have feelings for him other than lust if you thought you’d hurt his. He reached for your hand, just your fingers really, and caressed them softly. He smiled at you when you looked up at him again.

“It’s okay, Buttercup. Really. I got some rest. And If I’d stayed, I have a feeling that we would still be in bed right now.”

The deep timbre of his voice and the affirmation of what you already knew had you shook, imagining a morning in bed with Sy. You went silent, staring up at him with those eyes. His cock stirred. Shit, you were so hot when you went lust-mute. He cleared his throat.

“I like your hair.”

Sy nodded at you.

“Thanks. Got a little wet last night, had to do something…”

Sy smiled at the shower memories.

“Looks great. Like your outfit, too.”

He adjusted the collar of the shirt you were weating, eyes sweeping down your form to get a look at you underneath it. He knew that all he had to do was hook his finger in your tube top and your breasts would spill out. He licked his lips as he regarded you, eyes shining with need when he looked back up into your eyes.

Your mouth opened as if for air as you stood stock still, like a deer caught in headlights. You wanted the same things he did. Damn. You were dickmatized.

“I can see what you’re thinking, Buttercup. But everyone is watching us.”

You huffed out a breath, moved closer, grabbing his t-shirt to bring him down for a kiss. You heard some people murmur and your friends high five and laugh behind you.

Sy felt triumphant. He grabbed your waist and kissed you back. Thoroughly. Then you pulled back, out of breath.

“You’re right. Everyone is watching.”

Sy brought his hand up to the back of your head and looked into your eyes.

“I don’t give a fuck.”

The gruff whisper went straight to your cunt as he pulled you back in for another kiss. 

He finally pulled away and you were still holding on to the stainless steel chain of his dog tags. You looked up at him, ready to ditch the cookout on a word from him.

“Didn’t you get enough last night?”

You were posing the question to yourself, as well as Sy.

Sy inhaled oxygen, because he was drowning in your vibe right now. He grunted.

“Hm. I thought you understood, Buttercup. I will never get enough.”

Another kiss. You whimpered and he just knew that you were wet for him.

“I just want to haul you in the back of Betty right now, but we’re gonna do this thing today. Tonight we’ll go out for dinner, right?”

You nodded, licking your lips as he released your waist and took your hand, leading you back to the table.

—---

You all were sitting around the table playing cards a couple of hours later with your old friend group when someone pointed at Sy’s arms.

“What happened to you, Sy? Did you get attacked by a wild animal?”

Sy looked down at the scratches you left on him with pride, smirked and started to answer, ignoring the look from you.

“Well… Sorta. Kinda. You know I like to live dangerously.”

The wink he threw the questioner was for you, however, and you knew it.

“Sy, you’re too much!”

“Funny thing. Someone said that to me recently.”

You tugged on Sy’s hand.

“Excuse us for a minute, please.”

You gave them your best dignified smile, even though you hot. Sy was chuckling as he followed you back to the live oak tree out of earshot of the group. All they could see was that he was laughing now and everyone could tell that you were giving him the business.

Your friends watched you two and smiled.

Sy put his hands up and nodded, still laughing. You turned away from him, but he grabbed your hand as you tried to walk away. You turned around, annoyed, but then he pointed to his lips, suddenly serious. You gazed at them, smiled and then reached up to kiss him, then pulled away and flipped him off. He laughed again.

"Promise?"  Sy called after you. 

You flipped him off again but grinned as you rejoined the table and Sy went to get more beer. 

“So, when’s the wedding?”

“Shut the fuck up, Carla!”

—---

You let Sy pick you up that evening, and the mood was subdued. He complimented your dress and kissed you on the cheek, careful of your makeup, which you’d carefully applied. Your hair was curly again, the braid-out giving you the look that you wanted. You were quiet as you looked out of the window.

“What’s going on in that head of yours, Buttercup.”

You looked at him, anxiety written all over your face.

“Today was a lot.”

Sy looked back at you.

“Today was fun.”

You sighed.

“It was. A lot of fun hanging with our friends. It was like we were a couple. Carla asked… Well, I think people think we’re a thing. They expect us to…”

Sy understood. You were spooked.

“I see. Well, if you want to know, Buttercup, in my head we are a thing, but I know you aren’t there yet. I know you’re scared.”

“I’m not…!”

“It’s okay to be scared. We’ve been through a lot. Name it for what it is. I am not into bullshitting. Especially with someone I love.”

That sentence shut your mouth.

“And I don’t give a fuck what people expect us to do. I want to enjoy any time you grace me with. We’ve wasted enough time already.”

Sy picked up your hand from the leather seat and brought the back of it to his mouth. The tender kiss went straight to your soul.

“Just be here now. I mean, we can talk about the past, or the future if you want. But let’s take it one step at a time.”

You smiled at him as he pulled you closer to him and as he kissed up your arm.

“Okay.”

Somehow, you wound up with your head on his shoulder as you drove to the restaurant.

—--

The restaurant was nice, Meyers on the River, and it was a great atmosphere as you and Sy ate on the deck overlooking the lake. You chatted, filling in some of the blank spaces of your lives.

You asked a question that had been nagging you as you ate your salmon.

“Did you- did you go all in during the war? Did you agree with all of that? I mean, almost 20 years Sy. I feel like you had to have a certain kind of mindset to do that.”

Sy shook his head, leaned back, and sighed.

“It was a job. With good benefits. And my family had been enlisted, my uncle Mike. I went and after I found out about Jeremiah, I just dedicated myself to my job over there. I channeled the feelings that I had in order to prepare myself to be a father to being a leader. My men were under my care. It was hell. Hot, sweaty, full of hate. So I became Syverson, the asshole Captain who got the job done. I survived.”

Sy shrugged and toyed with his napkin. 

“There were problems to be solved. And most of the time we solved them.”

You took in what he said and saw there was something deeper there.

“I’m glad that you are back home now.”

He smiled at you.

“Me too. Everything happens for a reason, Buttercup.”

You smiled back and thought about what he said. He was right.

“Can I ask you a question?”

“Shoot.”

You sat back in your chair, trying to prepare yourself.

“How do you feel about never having kids? I know about your losses, and you don’t have to talk about it….”

This was part of the reason why you were so hesitant with this relationship. You took a deep breath and decided to name it.

“No. We need to talk about it. It might change your mind about me… us…

You fiddled with your fingers in your lap.

“Doubt that.”

“Just wait until I’m done, Sy.”

“Okay.”

“I have PCOS, Sy. It’s a condition that makes it very hard to get or stay pregnant. I’ve been through surgeries and meds, natural methods. The stress of my relationship also didn't help me to have healthy pregnancies. We were going to do in-vitro, but when I found out about the second mistress, I was done. Scott and I divorced and I was content to be by myself. The condition can be progressive. It’s why I take the pill everyday.”

You looked into Sy’s eyes.

“I don’t know if I will ever be able to have a baby. And I’m certainly not getting any younger.”

“I’m sorry, all that has happened to you Buttercup. But none of this changes a thing about how I feel about you or us. I still want you. I still kinda feel like forever with you.”

Sy had your hand across the table now and watched as the smile spread across your face. Something shifted inside you. Sy knew everything and he still wanted you. Maybe this could be a thing. You wanted to say so much, but instead, you just nodded at his plate.

“Finish your steak.”

Sy grinned at you.

“Yes, ma’am.”

The conversation different, lighter after that. The chef came out and you spoke, then he comped your meal.

“I will never thank you enough for helping this place to happen Mr. Syverson.”

You looked at Sy quizzically.

“We solved that problem, didn’t we Ben?”

“Yes! Come back and bring your beautiful lady any time!”

“Will do, Ben. Will do.”

Sy stood up and shook his hand, then left what he would have spent on dinner as a tip. You walked out hand in hand as you looked at his profile. 

“I haven’t told you about my business. I used my payout from retirement and my injury to start a construction company. Captain Construction. We make a pretty good living. And we help folks out when we can.”

You scooted closer to him on the seat.

“Why does that not surprise me?”

“I don’t know. I feel like you are in my soul though, so…”

You gave Sy a peck on the lips, and he chased you for more.

“Want me to take you back to your place? Or would you like to see my house? Built it myself.”

You looked up in the air, as if it were even a choice.

“I want to see your house. You’ve got me curious.”

Sy grinned and started the truck. Then he shook his head and turned it off again.

“Ok, no bullshitting. If I take you to my place, I’m not gonna wanna take you back until daylight tomorrow. And maybe not even then.”

“I’ll go wherever you take me, Sy.”

—-

“Please Buttercup. I’m just a mere mortal. I can’t take this.”

You loved the way his voice broke and how Sy’s eyes were glued to your body, your glowing skin, your breasts swaying with each movement, your hand which was clutching him between your luscious thighs, which were on either side of his pelvis. You were pumping his engorged and weeping cock, teasing him, and yourself, by bouncing on just the tip, your small fist preventing full penetration. 

Sy’s hands were grasping the steel bars of his headboard, stuck there by the promise he made you when you began the end of his house tour. It was a beautiful home, and now you were about to fuck his beautiful cock.

But you were testing his patience. His knuckles were white, and his biceps and pecs were flexed, forearms straining to hold back. His abs were tensed and he was gritting his teeth as he tried to respect your request, but he didn’t know that his struggle was the sexiest part.

“Hmmmm. I think this feels as good to you as it does to me, Sy.”

Sy looked to where you were connected, silently willing you to let him enter you fully. He growled.

“Please, it can feel so much better. Fuck me, Buttecup. I’m yours.”

You keened as you worked yourself open on him.

“Loot at me baby. Please. Need to see your pretty little fucked out face.”

You moaned and did as he asked. You spoke with him, halfway incoherent with pleasure as you slid down his cock.

“So, fucking hugeee. I love this big dick, Sy.”

Sy groaned as you clenched around him.

“It’s yours.”

He licked his lips as he gazed at you opening up for him. Your slick cunt clenching his cock was the most beautiful thing in the world. 

“I love that tight little pussy. Is it mine?”

You reached up and grabbed his shoulders as you adjusted to his size again. You looked into his dilated eyes and gave him a kiss in response.

“Shit is so fucking big. Ah.”

Sy was quivering beneath you, still holding back from going crazy on you. While he wanted to fuck you silly, he also wanted to savor this slow sensuality with you.

“Feels amazing,” you stared down into his blazing blue eyes as you slowly circled your hips.

“Yes, it does. Holy shit it does..”

You leaned down, kissed him and started moving. Sy watched your breasts as you arched backwards and he planted his feet to fuck up into you better.

“Oh! Sy! Feel so full. So good.”

Sy growled and let the bed go, causing a grin at his loss of control. He wrapped his arms around you and held you in place as his hips moved at the devil's pace. The sound of his dick breaching your wet pussy was everything. Skin slapping on skin was the music of your heartbeats at the moment. Sy’s hand found your clit and traced wicked circles there as he pounded you out, making your eyes spark as if with stars. 

“F-f-f- u-u-u-ck! I’m- I’m coming!”

It was embarrassing how quickly he had you there.

“Give me that shit, Buttercup.”

He stroked you through your peak as you gushed around him.

“Fuck. Got my balls dripping with you. This is my dream come true baby. Gimme more.”

He sat up, grabbing your ribcage and moving you up and down his now even slicker, impossibly bigger, cock.

“Shhitttt you feel so good!”

Sy looked down and then up at the ceiling, eyes rolling at the sight. He was about to cum. He manhandled you like a rag doll so that he could kiss you. Hard.

“You are hotter than the desert, Buttercup.”

Your hands moved up his abs to his pecs, rubbing your palms on his nipples as he growled and reached for you. He pulled on your sweaty breasts until your nipples remained pinched between his fingers.

“Ahhhhhh, Sy!” 

You moaned and rolled your hips as he pulled on your sensitive nubs.

“Love your fucking sounds, Buttercup.”

His hand was sliding up the column of your throat now, manhandling you in the way you’d come to love in such a short time. You moaned and Sy felt the vibrations of your voice box on his palm.

“You are so goddamn pretty when you are impaled on my cock. Can’t get enough of you.”

Sy leaned back on one arm so that he could pound you the way he wanted. 

“Fuck, want my cum, Buttercup?”

You were circling your own clit and squeezing your breasts at the same time. 

“God, yes, Sy. Give it to me!”

“Here it comes, godamn….!”

You felt his ropes of cum spurt against your cervix as he came forcefully inside you. Sy looked down to see it and your own juices eek out of you as he kept pulsling inside you.

“It’s like it’s never gonna end, fuck! Got so much for you Buttercup.”

You reached down and played in your combined slick as he pulsed again, bringing your fingers up to taste as Sy finally finished coming.

“You’re gonna be the death of me, you know that right?”

You grinned and kissed him, as you collapsed on the bed reveling in your wet, sweaty bodies as he held you close. You wriggled out of his grip.

“Time for a shower, Sy.”

You smiled as you walked into his en suite, seeing him hot on your heels.

“Damn if I don’t die a happy man.”

You laughed at Sy as he got your hair wet again.

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❝ REFLECTIONS ❞ + ( kishou arima, kaneki ken, uta, ayato kirishima, juuzou suzuya, amon koutarou )

+. CWs —» gn!reader, $mut,oral acts, s&d dynamics, bd$m elements, $ex toys, overstimulation, orgasm control ; specific details for respective characters utc!

+. PRECIS —» n$fw headcanons “ he hit it so hard that I saw my reflections in his eyes ”

+. NOTES —» i renovated my blog, used tokyo ghoul mangacaps and this was the result :> reblogs are appreciated; find more of my works here ( tag index ).

KISHOU ARIMA [ fingering + praise k!nk ]

KISHOU likes to finger you a lot. The moment you sit on his lip his hands keep slipping inside your underwear even if you are repeatedly shoving them away. Whether your back is pressed against his chest or you are sitting on one of his thighs or you are sprawled out on bed with your legs spread apart, he is swift enough to thin out your control with sloppy and messy kisses, until he hears you, moaning, “please touch me more.” And the moment he sees the lovesick glossy look in your eyes through his glasses he gives you exactly what you want. Having his fingers rashly moving in and out while he occasionally shuts you up with kisses leaving you breathless is one of his favorite things to do when you are alone with him. You could see his cock grow hard yet you are so needy, so eager to chase your high that you forget, he can stop anytime. And he does. He does it with so much precision that your toes curl, and palms form into fists but you never beg since you are painfully aware of how beautifully insatiable he looks while licking his fingers that are soaked with your arousal before he finger-fucks you again and again till you cum on his hands, staining his pants and sheets. “You did better than the last time, babe. good job.”, he is not easily impressed but when he is he does not hesitate to show you.

KANEKI KEN [ blood play ( blood k!nk ) + scent marking]

KANEKI is a great fan of back-shots, of all the positions he prefers you to be on all fours while his cock is sheathed inside you. He thrusts his hips slow yet strong picks up his pace and then drops it because you have the prettiest moans or so he claims. He considers you, a lot actually and that is why he never leaves marks where on your body that people can see otherwise he loves to see his hard work all over you when he is in the bath with you or ready to hit the shower; rather he uses his kagune. Having such a unique kagune sometimes comes in handy. His toned muscular arms wrap around your collar bones as his teeth dig into the nook of your shoulders as he hits your g-spot with deep calculated thrusts, your eyes rolling white chasing the high while he empties his balls in you. And when he is done he does not pull out, instead, he waits, he waits for you to catch your breath while he places soft kisses on your back till you tilt your head to kiss him, his blood-smeared lips so as to have a tasted what he is so addicted to.

UTA [ thigh riding + use of vibrator ]

UTA likes it when he can see you while you moan. Your facial contours when you are just about to cum and all because of his hard work. W Hence, he prefers sex toys, sometimes, when he has to leave for work yet all he wants to do is to see you beg and cry for a release. Sometimes it backfires, sometimes it does not. Whether you are fingering yourself or thigh-riding him he wants to see your pretty face. Having your hands on his shoulder as you glide against his thighs makes his head all dizzy. At first, slow and steady but he can be a bit restless. So, he holds a Hitachi wand at the core of your groin to make you lose your sanity just like him. He has perfected this so much that he does not mind touching himself while you ride his thighs, completely giving in to your lustful urges. “Finally I've your eyes on me.”, he blurts followed by a cheeky grin as you manage to lock eyes with him while cumming on his thighs. “so proud of you baby”, he adds as your sweaty body slumps over his and his hands rubbing your back to soothe your breathing.

AYATO KIRISHIMA [ cockwarming +branding ]

AYATO loves it when you take the lead and hates it when you avert his advances. On some days, when he is tired , tired enough to fuck you he lets you blow him just because he likes when you are so drunk on his cock, sucking him with so much groaning and gagging that tears start to stream down your face. But if he was in charge he would rather have you cockwarm him. Just cockwarming, no fucking only sitting on his lap with his cock inside you as his back grazes yours. He likes to play with your nipples while something is the tv is on, sucking and licking a trail up your neck and deliberately refuses to put his teeth to use. And just that, no movements just having you still while he tests the limits of your patience. But it is different when you are facing him, he rubs and massages your ass cheeks so soothe the ache in your numbing muscles but can not really say no when you touch your body all over glistening with sweat, making small movements so that you do not end up bobbing on his cock in an animalistic way. “Oh!c’mon, do something more, something to impress me.”,he says as you plead to him,ask for his permission to fuck him but he clearly loses his calm when you jock down to suckle on his nipple when he demands more show.

JUUZOU SUZUYA [ hand bondage + nipple play ]

SUZUYA prepares you all full and well before having the pleasure of fucking you. He eats you until you cum at least three to four times on his tongue so that he can push his cock easily without having to hurt you, with having you pleading for his cock. He ties your hands so that he can eat you without any interruption, without you distracting him with soft strokes through his hair only relishing the feeling of your soft inner thighs that fold in and out everytime he lays flat his tongue and laps over your juices. And when he is done, his lips and chin soaked with your slick he towers above you, his cock hard and strong laying over your flat belly as he takes your tied-hands to place over his nape. With that closeness, with that intimacy and his cock buried inside you he cums within a few minutes and all into you, filling his insatiable hunger and you to the brim.

AMON KOUTAROU [ 69 + impact play ]

Amon eats you as you eat him, no other way. That is how he prepares you. It is the fastest way or so he claims. He does not like to waste time but whenever he is eating you out he just cannot help but land some slaps on your ass. His slaps are hard and strong, as he expected, yet they are very unpredictable. You never know when he is gonna slap you next, his grip on you grows stronger when laps all of your cum and asks you if he can cum in his mouth beforehand, might you do otherwise he keeps slapping your ass and denying your orgasm until you apologize. He is not asking for much, is he now? Just that you cum only in his mouth and only when he asks you to. You are free to have fun with his fat cock while he specifically demands his share of pleasure. “why I must discipline you every time?”, he remarks before placing a kiss on your ass. He gets a little soft when you are not being a brat and obeys his commands like a good practical subordinate should.

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@tokyometronetwork

[mossnix]

Badboyhalo Manhunt au! smut

hello, i am here with more manhunt au smut :D hope you like it

!! warning !!: this is smut so if you are under 13, please do not read it (or not idc)

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Iran down the village path, trying my best to escape my hunter, the manhunt had just started and i was given a head start by bbh because he felt nice today, I ran inside the blacksmith and grabbed the few iron bars and iron helmet it had inside, after i closed the chest i hear footsteps in the village and i knew it was bbh since his footsteps were softer than the villager steps, "oh y/n~ where are youu~" he called out with coo, is softly sighed as i thought of a plan on how to escape in one piece, after the footsteps became quiet, i tried my best to leave the blacksmith without making any noise, and it was successful, i started to speed up and then i full on started running to the nearest cave to get more iron and blocks, after a while i saw an entrance to a cave so i ran in and started to mine the clutters of iron dotted around the caves walls.

I got back to the furnace and started smelting, while the iron was smelting i walked out the cave and started to kill some sheep to get food, while i was getting food i heard some familiar footsteps in the distance, i quickly got the wool and mutton and ran back inside the cave, i grabbed all my items and walked outside, and right as i stepped out of the cave i heard a arrow being shot, i quickly duck down as i hear a arrow being shot right above my head, i quickly get up and start to run, i hear a voice behind me yell a "HEY! GET BACK HERE!!" but i ignored it and continue to run  away to a snow biome. I dash through the snowy trees as my body stung from the cold, i see a igloo in the distance and i decide to run in there to hide from bbh.

I quickly walk in and lift up the carpet for the trapdoor, but there wasn't one, i start to panic as i hear footsteps come  close and closer, i turn around to see bbh there with a devilish smile and a crossbow in hand, i look him in his white eyes and smile "oh heyyy bad,, how are you doing?" i awkwardly say as i lean against the cold wall” hey y/n,, i missed your pretty face" bad says as he walks in and blocks the exit off, making it dark in the room, the only light source was the redstone torch that illuminated the room, bad squatted down and put a finger under my chin "such a defenseless person,, no where to run, no one to help you,, just you and me" he says as he slowly licks his lips, his fangs showing a bit, i gulp as a small blush seeps across my face, making bbh chuckle, "what about i don't kill you, and i just,," he say as he leans in and kisses me passionately, i just smile and kiss back, he slowly slides his hand of my waist and continues to kiss me with passion, after a while we are making out , my legs around his waist and his hands on my waist, holding me closer than ever, we were in love, madly in love. 

Bbh suddenly pulls back and looks me in the eyes "i want you y/n,, i want you so badly~" he says under his breath, it sounded so needy, like he had a- oh,,.  you quickly look down and  see the tent in his pants, that was begging to break free and wreck you raw, you look back at him and give him a nod, giving him the ok to destroy you, bbh saw the nod and started to take off your clothes slowly, taking in your shining skin and touching it with his hand, the softness of you skin making basically wanna just hold you forever, he finally took off your clothes and went for his own hoodie, pulling it off with one swoop, taking his shirt off as well, you watch as he undresses quickly, rubbing your thighs together to show him that you are ready for him to rail you, he threw the last piece of clothes away and crawled on top of you, running his hand down your body wand sharing at it in awe, he grasps his member and lines himself of against your entrance, "are you ready?" he looks back at you and you give him a needy nod, and with that he pushes inside you  and bottoms out after a while, it hurt a bit but you got used to his size pretty quick, you gave him another nod and he started to move slowly, your body was hit with a wave of pleasure as he thrusted into you, you moan more as he leaned down and bit you neck, and started thrusting faster and faster, he lets go of your neck and leaves behind a pink mark, "god you feel so good y/n,, so good" you smile as you lean your head back against the wall, "aah,,~ bad fuck~" you moan out and right as you said the word 'fuck' his hand clamped around your mouth, shutting you up, "l-language" he groaned out as he continued to thrust into you, 

~time skip cuz i'm bad at writing smut~

 you both were tired, it was a long night, with you both going on for 2 rounds, him c-mming inside you both times, your tummy felt warm from the c-m, which made bbh laugh when u told him, he had placed down another bed next to the already one bed there, you were both in the bed, softly cuddling and holding each other close, bbh looking at the many bite marks that were littered  on you collar bone and shoulders, after a few minutes you both fell asleep in each others arms

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[torilovestowrite]

title: romance in struggle

pair: zeke yeager x reader

words: 3k+

content warning: n/sfw themes, ROYAL AU, ZEKE IS A KING HERE Y’ALL, READER IS A MARLEYAN PRINCESS, female-bodied reader/afab! reader, reader uses she/her pronouns, mentions of pregnancy, angst, mentions of blood, age difference (reader is 18 while zeke is 24) conservative mindset, mentions of blood, FORBIDDEN LOVE TROUPE, S/MUT, BREEDING KINK, CREAMPIE

synopsis: in which y/n l/n, a princess of the marleyan kingdom, ends up having an affair with zeke yeager— the kingdom’s traitor who caused a huge terror for nobles in marley.

“my little ymir, don’t you think it’s a lovely day today?” y/n rubbed blonde child’s back as both of them watched the sunrise under a huge oak tree after hanging some laundry in their backyard. “look how fresh the air is.”

“yes! but you know what’s prettier, mama?” ymir responded happily as she held her mother’s hand, placing a small yellow daffodil on her ear, almost like an accessory. “of course, it’s you!”

y/n looked sadly at her daughter— her eyes glimmered in the midst of the dawn; staring at her mother who had a brooding look in her eyes. all the young girl wants is to make her mother smile. even though she would let out soft giggles from her lips and smile few times ever since she was born, ymir could still see a glint of loneliness in her eyes.

“you have the prettiest eyes, ymir.” y/n kissed her forehead as she continued to mutter under her breath, “it’s just like his eyes.”

her daughter’s eyes beamed as she asked, “like father?”

y/n smiled at her young child. yes, she is only five— but she’s perceptive as ever. unlike other children, ymir was sensitive towards how others are feeling around her. seems that she got her mama’s personality, huh? but there are no doubts— that ymir, her daughter, is his’; for her long blonde hair and her deep grey eyes could speak in behalf of her.

“yes,” y/n almost cried before she could even mention him. just the sound of his name makes her guts feel uneasy. “just like your father.”

her eyes looked upon the sky as she recalled her memories— a bittersweet tragedy that took place five years ago; right before her little ymir was born.

“are you really going?” y/n asked the blond man as she held his wrist back in an attempt to stop him from leaving. her eyes gaze upon him— yearning for his affection; for his love— to make him admit that he would come back sooner.

zeke yeager— an untouchable man who’s willing to use all the means in order to achieve his goals. It’s almost like the eldian man— whose kingdom has been enslaved by the marleyans for almost 20 years; has no heart.

y/n l/n— the princess of the marleyan empire, has fallen in love with zeke yeager. she once met him while she ran away from the palace, getting lost in the middle of a dark prairie. being 18 during those days, the younger woman could still remember the cold stare that he held as she was crying in front of the lake after hearing her father’s decision. her clan wanted to marry her off to a man named willy tybur; another royalty— and to become one of his concubines in order to combine the powers of their clans— to sustain a supreme empire.

as she was having her laments, zeke caught y/n and spoke to her; and she found a friend in him with his words filled with sarcastic jokes— yet unbelievable truths. during her free time, she would come visit the forestries in order to share her feelings, laments... and he would entertain it. slowly, y/n began having feelings for the man, craving more than of his attention— but also, his affection; his kisses and hugs.

gladly, zeke felt the same. the two became a couple and secretly met during the night inside his tiny cabin filled with secrets. y/n could still recall the first time they kissed. it was her first, and she was glad that it was her first love for his lips felt warm on her. it was everything to a maiden like her— oh, how she wishes they could stay that way for the rest of her life! y/n loved the older male more than anything. she loved with a love that is stronger than love itself.

Little did she know, zeke spelled danger for the marleyans, as he was one of the last yeagers— the royal clan of eldia— who were killed and burned by her own clan. aside from that, the 24-year old man was deemed as a ruthless man for robbing from the marleyan nobles and even to the point of burning their lands, just like how they have dealt with eldia two decades ago.

but the young lady knows him well— zeke explained that he wouldn’t do those incidents simply for himself; but rather, he did it for his own people. the stolen goods that he was able to obtain were distributed among the poor eldians who were enslaved, starved, and abused by their marleyan lords who were only concerned with their own wealth and earthly riches. their desire for power made zeke disgusted. as a royalty who is in line to inherit the crown— if the marleyans did not kill his own family and abducted his brother, eren; he knows that power is needed to preserve sovereignty in a nation. but unlike them, zeke knows how to gain the respect of the people— and that is through giving back the services that they deserve.

“i need to leave. you know how the circumstances are for me right now, y/n.” zeke sighed as he kissed the young lady’s forehead— pulling her closer and kissing her tears away.

apparently, the romantic nights have ended for the couple— slapping them both of the harsh reality; that their clans are born to become enemies. and that they were born to be star-crossed lovers— only meant to meet; but not to end up together no matter how strong their feelings are.

“d-don’t do this to me, zeke. please. don’t leave me just like this.” y/n sobbed as she kneeled in front of zeke— begging him not to leave; gripping his hand tightly. her hands were shaking and her cries were getting louder. the older male did not want to see his little doll depressed over this. he helped her stand from the wooden floor of his cabin; giving her a kiss on the lips.

y/n felt like melting under his touch— his calloused hands which were much bigger than hers’ were warm; his lips and the way their tongue danced together felt warm too. the younger lady could feel his touch all over her body; as if the burning passion around their souls were bringing them together.

zeke lifted her from the ground, holding and carrying her towards the bed that was inside his room. the blond male wanted to leave a mark before he goes to an important mission— to find his brother, eren, and to start a war against the marleyans in order to free the eldian empire and to bring back the supremacy of the yeager clan.

he started slowly undressing y/n— their hands intertwined together as he bruised her body with his mouth; from her neck down to her belly. zeke was about to go feral at the sight of the young princess being completely submissive and compliant under his touch— it was a different kind of power to him; almost like an achievement.

“do you want me, y/n?” he asked as y/n helped in stripping him off his fabric— unbuttoning his polo and letting the clothing fall down from his torso. he placed his hands on her now naked thighs, positioning himself in the middle of her legs as he rubbed his erected member on her glistening bud. “do you want me to deflower you, my pretty lady?”

y/n pulled him closer, placing her hands on his back and feeling his touch as she responded, “yes, i would like to feel closer to you, zeke.”

and he sheathed his enraged member inside her moist insides— her walls tightly clenching around his member— causing her to claw on his back as she began to adjust according to his size. zeke could see a small trickle of blood coming out from her whole where his long rod of warmth rested. to make her more comfortable, he rubbed her tiny clit with his thumb, trying to soothe the pain that she was feeling.

as he started to do this, y/n felt herself get excited; her nipples began to stand erect— and as soon as zeke saw this, he didn’t miss the chance to put her right breast in his mouth— sucking her chest like a newborn infant.

“y-you can move now.” y/n gave him a peck on the lips as he started to move— causing the young woman to moan because of the friction between their bodies. they were sweating everywhere— but both of them care less; they wanted to be closer together— to live in the moment; fucking as if it’s their last time. i mean, who knows? knowing what could happen the next day, what if he actually disappears from her life forever?

his pacing began to become faster and his acts became even more merciless. his huge hands were gripping her jaw tightly as his thrusts were harsh— as if her insides were bruising. but the pain it gave her did not surpass the pleasure that she was feeling. his hands travelled down to her hips as he whispered to her ears as his breathing became erratic. “d-do you want me to breed you, my pretty woman? y-you want my seed, huh?”

y/n frantically nodded as he gripped her hips tightly, groaning loudly while he came inside her— totally filling her insides. as he was riding his orgasm, she began to call his name loudly, letting out her juices while clenching both of her fists on the bed sheet.

shortly after, y/n fell asleep beside him— and zeke had no choice but to look at her dearly. in his eyes, the young princess was the most beautiful woman. the blond man wished that one day, if he would be given the chance to meet her again, freedom would be granted upon them— the freedom to love and to choose the person you desire. yet he has no choice but to lament for there were shackles separating their beings no matter how much their hearts yearn from one another.

“i’m sorry, y/n.” zeke did not realize how a tear fell from his eye. “i’m sorry that this had to happen.”

y/n felt a strong slap on her cheek as her own father, the king of marleyans, stared at her in disgust. her mother was sobbing uncontrollably as she watched his daughter being tormented and judged by her own husband. the younger female just touched her cheek as a response to his anger.

“you ungrateful imbecile! i didn’t know you were whoring around while—“ the king held the temples of his head in frustration, feeling a strong pain as he scolded his daughter. “what have you done, y/n?! you have brought nothing but shame to the family!”

it’s been a month since the last time she saw zeke. after they spent the night together, y/n was left with a saddening letter— a letter of goodbye coming from the only man she loved. and she felt nothing— but only devastation for it was written:

dear my pretty y/n,

i just want you to know that i dearly love you and i treasure you so much. i believe that amongst all the women who have tried to reach out to me, you are the most memorable— for i have loved you greatly. i love you so much. but i’m afraid that i’ll have to drift apart from you because of our huge differences.

you are a marleyan while i’m an eldian. the grudge that our ancestors have casted upon each other is what separated us. but in my heart, you are always there.

i wish we weren’t suffering like this— that we were free enough to express our love.

your beloved,

zeke yeager

after that night, y/n faced the consequences of being attached to him— while alone, she cried intensely during the nights; yearning for her dear lover’s presence— to see him; to feel his touch, and to speak with him again.

a month later, there were changes in y/n’s body. she always felt sick and even gained a bit of weight even when trying to eat less. her father, the king, decided to let the palace doctors examine her body— only to find out that she was carrying a child. the news made her father furious— throwing expensive ornaments around the palace while shouting as his wife could do nothing but to weep and to calm him down.

y/n wasn’t even speaking. she just stood there— weeping; it’s not because of the pain of being slapped; but the pain of disappointing your parents hits different to her— because she was known as a goody-two-shoes; as someone who have always obeyed them. and it’s her first time letting them down.

“who is the father of that filthy child?!” her father asked while still blazing in anger. y/n touched her belly as she began to swallow before speaking nervously. her response earned her another slap from her father— but this time, it was stronger than the first one— obviously filled with an intense rage.

“the father of my child... is an eldian.”

that was the queue for her to leave the palace. after that night, y/n l/n’s name was erased from the list of the royal family members. her furious father wanted to kill her— but her dear mother begged for her life. as a result, she was exiled to a far away country where she lived alone and gave birth to her daughter, ymir. she was named ymir because zeke has always expressed his admiration towards his ancestor— an iconic woman for eldians; for she helped so much in developing and enhancing their empire.

ymir was a loud child who always cried loudly for her needs— but y/n still loved her dearly despite all the hardships and all the judgements she received for being an unmarried mother. with her daughter being born, y/n began to protect both of themselves from the society— avoiding any news about the eldia and marleyan war— which broke out few months after ymir was born. when y/n heard of this, a spark of hope came across her body— what if zeke came out alive? what if he managed to seize his land back and is still alive?

yet among all these years, there were nothing. nothing tried to reach out towards them— it has been always her and ymir; just the two of them. and so, the young woman, now at the age of 23, considered him dead. if he was alive, he would have been probably 29 by now— and if he managed to claim eldia once again, he would have been the king, right? then if that’s the case, he could have made an effort to find them. but nothing came up all these years. therefore, y/n concluded that zeke died during his mission at some point.

until she heard that name again. after hanging their laundry, y/n and ymir would go to the supermarket, buying all their food and essentials. the young mother heard of his name— zeke yeager; the older women were talking about him— the king who managed to retrieve the eldian empire and took over the whole country after claiming freedom from the marleyans. apparently, the economy of marley failed after that war; as they were isolated from creating trades outside of the country as a sanction for enslaving over millions of people. the sympathy fell upon the eldian race— a now free country loved by the people around the world; and the yeager clan was known as a marvelous family for protecting and freeing their own people.

“the king of eldia? zeke yeager? visiting a small country like ours? oh, how flattering!” the older woman chattered as she giggled at her friend while selling some freshly-ripe fruits in their stall. “i heard that he’s in search for a wife, right? my, my... only if i was a little younger!”

at first, y/n took the news lightly. it could be a hoax, right? also, despite this country being small, there’s a very small probability of them crossing paths. zeke won’t be able to find them, she thought— until she saw a huge carriage outside of their tiny home in the middle of grasslands. y/n peeked from their house’s small window to see a tall blonde man coming out of the huge vehicle. his shoulders were broad and he has a bit of facial hair. the young lady’s eyes widened as she saw who followed. he looked healthy compared to the last time they saw each other.

“z-zeke...” y/n cried as she looked at her 5-year-old child playing with her tiny dolls in the living room while sitting on top of the floor.

y/n’s cries became louder as the blond man knocked on the door— waited for their response; in which ymir opened the door. zeke’s eyes widened as he gazed upon ymir. the moment his eyes landed on the young girl, he knew— he knew that the 5-year-old girl was his daughter— a piece of his and y/n’s flesh and blood. zeke hugged the young child as he cried, “i-i finally found you...” ymir, the 5-year-old girl, was left confused and speechless— but the moment she saw her mother’s face, she realized who he was— zeke yeager, the last of the yeager clan— is her father.

few days after their small yet joyful reunification, y/n moved in along with zeke inside the eldian palace. as soon as the news spread like wildfire, the people were enraged that zeke have chosen a woman who was once a descendant of the enemy— but he loved her greatly. the whole five years that he has been fighting, y/n has left a whole in his heart— a huge hole that only her love and presence could heal. therefore, he couldn’t help himself but to find her no matter where it takes him— whether it takes him to the corners of this lonely and dangerous world or to the hands of the grim reaper.

think of it, romance and war struggles are both different— and when it is mixed, it could hurt people. but there’s nothing better than the feeling of having your loved ones by your side after years of battle scars, armed struggles, and bloodshed with enemies.

I ACTUALLY DID NOT PROOFREAD THE WHOLE STUFF AND I WAS KINDA SLEEPY WHILE WRITING IT OMSHSHSHS— anyway im having a zeke brainrot rn cuz why not.

also, maybe after this, i’ll make a reiner smau. what do u guys think ^___^

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