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moronkombat · 1 year ago

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Can you write mk1 men with a pregnant reader who wants to have sex? What are their reactions, are they down for it or not.

spoiler alert, they're all okay with it tw: pregnancy, afab anatomy

Definitely not opposed to it. Reiko's reaction is...intrigued. Typically, sex is a battle in itself with bites and bruises a natural consequence. However, sex with his pregnant partner will look a bit more subdued in terms of physical marking. Expect more hair pulling than usual

Kenshi is initially surprised by this request but he is, ultimately, rather happy to oblige with such a task. Hands will roam your flesh so thoughtful and tender, he wants to feel every inch of you. And so, he will. He spends hours just feeling your body before even oh so carefully filling you with his cock. Does he mean to tease you like this? Of course

Syzoth would be the one to initiate sex during your pregnancy. He finds you terribly attractive when filled with his child. He simply cannot keep himself away from you. A secret he keeps rather close is that he finds you the most beautiful when you are rounded out by his offspring. If he could keep you pregnant forever, he would

Havik is not one to refuse sex with his partner. You being pregnant does not stop him, in fact, it encourages him. Absolutely obsessed with glorifying all the changes your body is going through. He's very descriptive when detailing the swell of breasts, the curve of your hips and, of course, the growth of your stomach. He becomes very possessive with your growing stomach during sex

Wouldn't deny you the pleasure that is sex. It is a natural and primal desire, after all. Rain is happy to have sex with his partner at any time and any place. He quite enjoys the look of you bouncing on his cock while heavy and milk filled breasts wave at him

Knowing that you're pregnant with his child is enough to turn a man like Shang Tsung on. He would not refuse taking you to the bedroom and absolutely making a mess out of your wet and begging pussy. Will fondle your breasts and chuckle as he watches oh so sweet milk drip drip drop

Quan Chi would want to massage your body before fully devouring you. He wants to feel your flesh bend and mold under his fingers. He takes quite the time on the plump of your ass. He is quite fond of your shapely and "motherly" hips

Tomas is actually quite the pervert when his partner is pregnant. Eyes linger upon your curves, you look so beautiful like this. Thoughts most impure overwhelm him and he is practically jumping for joy when you approach him for sex. He's very eager and doesn't want it to end. Once Tomas gets a taste of having sex when you're pregnant, he will not give it up

Raiden is always enthusiastic in regards to satisfying his partner's needs. Would gladly rock your world with the power of thunder until you can barely think. Your body oh so numb after he's done with you. Don't worry, though, Raiden is great with the tenderly aftercare

This man has just been waiting for the chance to absolutely ravage your pregnant body. He is exceptionally proud of himself for getting you pregnant and is invigorated by your changing body. Your growing stomach is a perfect reminder of just how potent he is and Kung Lao quite gets off on that

He's nervous, afraid he'll harm you or the baby. Though, Bi-Han would be a liar if he thought you didn't look attractive when pregnant. Seeing you carrying his child is intoxicating, his head is spinning. When having sex with you, his hand is clutching and resting on your stomach and you swear you can feel him shuttering and trembling with ecstasy just from that

Shao is always wanting to have sex with his partner. Pregnant or not, he will completely envelop you with carnal passion. Will tease you with playful words about how you'll give him many strong sons and that he'll keep pumping you full of his legacy

Johnny would find it fun. He would playfully refer to you as his "baby mama" during foreplay. Very touchy and feeling all of you up. When fucking you, he is quite drawn to your breasts and will whistle while commenting on their size

Not opposed to it at all. Liu Kang is happy to make his partner feel good and, let's be honest, he is feeling good too. He will be much more tender during sex, pampering you and giving you heavenly aftercare

Kuai Liang is very practical. He well aware of how libido increases during the course of pregnancy and is expecting you to eventually come to him all needy and wanting. A man such as Kuai Liang is always happy to indulge his partner in shared desires

Very hesitant. Baraka is aware that he has the tendency to lose control when having sex and he is worried he may harm you and the baby. With some tender reassurance, he will give in. Really tries to restrain himself, holding back and straining to let loose. Should you allow this, well, it will certainly be a long night

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rashoumon-homo · 11 months ago

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Pathetic!Dazai x GN!Reader

Content Warnings: sub!Dazai, dom!reader, no pronouns for reader, no anatomy described for reader, edging, bondage, aftercare

-> 700 words

NSFW CONTENT AHEAD - READ AT YOUR OWN RISK

You can’t think of a prettier sight than the one in front of you: Dazai, stark naked, shaking, and leaking precum on the bed, with his arms tied behind him in an intricate shibari knot. He’s fighting back tears, hips jerking forward with every throb of his aching cock.

“Please, I wanna cum,” he sobs, voice cracking. He doesn’t normally sound quite so blubbery, but edging will do that. “Please, please, please,” he babbles. “I’ll be a good boy, so good for you I promise… just wanna cum…”

You shift the weight of the vibrator in your hand ever so slightly, making him breathe in sharply. It’s just a basic bullet vibe; the one you normally use on yourself for solo play (thoroughly cleaned, of course), but for someone who’s never used one… it’s intense. It’s not even on right now, but Dazai is literally drooling at the way you teasingly turn it over in your hand.

How many times have you brought him right to the edge, only to pull away? Must have been 4 or 5 times tonight. You just couldn’t help yourself, he looks so adorably pathetic on his knees like that.

And you tell him so, carding his sweaty hair away from his face to kiss his temple. “Love it when you beg for me,” you whisper. His chest heaves with another sob when you pull away, the fabric of your shirt brushing against his sensitive cockhead.

“Swear you’ll be good for me?” you ask, thumb circling the power button.

His wrists and forearms burn from tugging on the ropes holding them back; legs shake from kneeling for so long under so much tension. He nods vehemently, straightening his spine.

You smile and switch on the vibe. “Good. I don’t want to have to use the ball gag on you. I love those cute sounds you make.”

Dazai’s been zoned in on the vibrator from the moment you turned it on, not a word of what you said reaching his ears. His pupils are dilated, drool already dripping down his chin.

He lets out an agonized cry as you press the vibe to the base of his cock. You run it up the shaft slowly, pressing so lightly it’s barely touching his skin. He’s shaking so much you have to hold his cock in place with your other hand. It jumps in your palm, beading another drop of precum.

Dazai whimpers, teeth gritted in an attempt to stay quiet. His cockhead is red and angry, but you tease ever closer to it.

“Look at you, just crying for it,” you murmur. You run the vibe up and down his shaft a few more times. “Think you can handle a bit more?”

Instead of a response, more moans fall from Dazai’s lips. His eyes are squeezed shut, brow furrowed enough he’ll probably have a headache later. “Please,” he whines.

“Gonna make a mess for me, pretty boy?” You pull his chin closer and whisper, “Gonna cum for me?” You slide the vibrator up until it’s nestled at his frenulum, just below his cockhead.

He doubles over as though he’s been kicked in the stomach, a sharp cry punched out of him as his cock pulses. There’s enough force behind the orgasm that his cum shoots onto you, dripping down your shirt in thick globs. It lasts longer than usual too; he writhes against the ropes around his arms as he rides through it for a good 30 seconds.

Finally, it lets up. His muscles seem to give as he sinks into you, breathing hard. “Fuck,” he says under his breath.

“Hold still for me,” you say softly, working to undo the knots binding him. This isn’t your first time, so you’re able to quickly release him from the ropes. You give him a quick kiss before reminding him to do some stretches. He complains, but does them anyway, stretching his sore arms and shoulders along with you.

“Feeling okay?” you ask.

“Yeah,” he says, then makes a face. “My baby’s such a sadist, edging me for hours like that.”

You laugh and cuddle into him. “You know you love it. Now what movie do you wanna watch? I’ll order pizza.”

Back to Masterlist

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dracoxsworld · 1 year ago

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Can you do a fic where ron was jelly bc the reader was being too friendly to draco and had to show her who she belonged to ?

Hello friend! Thank you so much for the suggestion! I hope this is good enough for you :) I’m doing some requests as I prep the next part of arranged, I’m very excited.

WARNINGS: dom!ron x sub!reader, kinda rough sex ngl, jealousy, angry ron, p in v, oral sex both sides receiving, fingering, reader has female anatomy.

photo edited by me :)

You and Ron have been together for quite a while. Everyone knew you were together, no one even questioned it. Ron liked it that way.

You were his and nobody could do anything about it. He had always had a slight jelousy for his best friend, Harry Potter. He always got everything he had wanted. Ron thought Harry could get any girl he wanted with ease. So when Ron met you and got into a relationship with you, he is never going to let you go.

This was his opportunity to show the school, his family, the world, that he wasn't Harry Potter's lame and single best friend, he had the prettiest girl in school on his arm; and he was particularly protective.

Some of your peers liked to use you to annoy Ron; or try to make him feel insecure. This of course, included Draco Malfoy. You were a tad naive to realize it. You were simply thinking he was just trying to be your friend. It started out as you both being assigned as partners in potions. Draco was well aware of you and Ron being together; and used that to his advantage. He’d flirt with you, constantly talk to you, all while Ron would watch, just thinking.

“So Y/L/N, what’re you doing after class today?” Draco asked, side eyeing Ron, who was seated with Seamus. (Not a good mix, by the way.)

“Oh! I’m not sure, I need to study for Transfiguration…I’m struggling a bit.” You said while chewing on your bottom lip, reading the inked-in instructions for the current potion you both were assigned.

“I can help you with that, you know.” Draco suggested. This had caught your attention, you looked up from your potions book and smiled politely.

“Oh, no I’m okay, I believe Ron is assisting me,” you declined, looking over at your red headed boyfriend; who was watching you both the whole time. His arms were crossed, his eyes were darker than usual.

“Are you sure?” Draco voiced again, stepping closer to you, sliding the potions book away with one hand. You got nervous, just before you could respond, Professor Snape announced that class had dismissed, and you’d have to finish todays project tomorrow.

You swiftly grabbed your bag and ran out the door, leaving some of your belongings on your desk.

You ran to your dorm room, feeling a sense of panic. You were hoping Ron wasn’t think you were engaging with Draco’s behavior, that you weren’t flirting back.

You shook your head at the thought. Ron knows better, you told yourself. He would never think I’d do that.

Does he?

You had opened the door to your dorm quickly and slid in and slammed it, locking it. You set your bag in the floor and flung your body onto your unmade bed. “Stupid Y/N. It’s so obvious he was flirting with you.” You mumbled to yourself, your face squished into your duvet. You sat up and looked in your body-length mirror.

Your hair was a bit of a mess, probably from you flinging yourself onto your bed. You ran your hands through your hair to make it look a bit nicer, and gave yourself a small smile of reassurance.

Knock knock knock knock

You jumped, and turned towards your door. “Please don’t tell me your name is Draco Malfoy.” You groaned.

“You’re damn right it isn’t.” Your boyfriends voice boomed through your door. It startled you, it was his voice but it sounded different. “Ron?” You fled out.

“Yes, open the door.” Ron demanded. You did as you were told and unlocked the door and peeked through. You saw your beautiful boyfriend looking down at you, looking not too happy.

You looked down and noticed he had the belongings you had left at your desk in his arms. Some potion bottles, your book, and some quills. You then noticed his knuckles looked slightly stained with red, and bruised.

You looked back up at him with your lips parted and eyebrows furrowed, still peeking through the small crack in the door.

“Are you going to let me in?” Ron asked impatiently. You nodded and let him in, closing the door behind him. Ron set down your supplies on your desk neatly. Setting the potion bottles up on their designated shelves, putting your quills in ink you had, and setting your book in your built in shelf in your desk.

He turned towards you and slowly walked up to you. You were picking a hangnail, unable to get even a sound out. “Draco has taken quite a liking to you.” Ron seethed. You shook your head. “I disregarded him, Ron. You know I’d never—“

“I’m not worried about you, pretty girl.” He specified, his hand lifting your chin towards him. You licked your lips, looking at his. He smiled down at you. “I’m going to show him that you’re mine, he’s going to hear you. He’s going to see you all fucked up from me.”

Your underwear was wet, your eyes widened and you rubbed your thighs together at his words. “On the bed, pretty.” He prodded you, pushing you towards the bed. You listened, wanting him to do whatever he wanted to you. To be honest, you loved it when he got this way. There was something about it that immediately turned you on.

He took off he belt, keeping his eye contact with you. You sat up on the bed, your eyes scanning him up and down. He took off his uniform pants, sliding off his shoes with them. He crawled on top of you, his hands beginning to fiddle with your button up shirt. “These bloody buttons-“ He grumbled before crashing his lips into yours, it was aggressive but loving all at once. It was demanding, you stood no chance of taking over. You let him have control.

He got fed up with your shirt at one point he just ripped it off, buttons flew everywhere. “Ron!” You exclaimed, breaking the kiss.

“Shut it, you have hundreds of those blasted shirts.” He spat. He kissed you again, harsher, and unclasping your bra. He threw it across the room carelessly, not taking any attention off of you, he pushed you back toward the headboard of the bed, putting you in his lap so you were straddling him. His hands were everywhere; your hair, your waist, the hem of your skirt, etc.

Ron’s fingers crept past your skirt, and they lightly grazed your clothed heat. You moaned in his at the feeling immediately. “You drive me fucking crazy, do you understand?” Ron mumbled in the kiss. You nodded, hardly containing your sounds of pleasure from his fingers teasing your soaking wet core, your panties still acting as a barrier. “I want to hear your response.” He prodded. “Yes Ron, I understand,” you whimpered. Ron’s hips grinded upwards towards yours, as his finger continued to tease your core still clothed.

“Please–“ you begged him in the heated kiss. You wanted him now, you didn’t care how. Ron broke the kiss, still teasing you “Please what, princess?”

“I want your mouth,” You pleaded, your face pink from embarrassment. “What a perfect idea, pretty. Only if you moan my name loud enough will determine if I let my pretty girl cum, how does that sound?”

You moaned, his fingers were still lightly touching you. You needed more, this wasn’t enough. You tried to grind towards his fingers more, and he immediately took them away. You whined, it felt like torture. “Don’t be a brat.” He demanded. He slid himself out from under you, so you were laying in the pillows and on your back, and flipped your skirt up into your belly. He laid on his stomach and inches himself close to in-between your legs.

He teasingly licked slowly up the inside of your thighs, making you moan his name, your hands in his red hair pulling it like reins. He hummed as he got closer to your core, with your now saturated panties. You felt lightheaded, this wasn’t fair, you needed him desperately more than ever. Your core was aching for his mouth. “Fuck Ron, please please!” You cried desperately. He finally complied, hooking his fingers under your soaked panties and pulled them off.

“My goodness, excited are we?” Ron teased, licking his lips. Your pussy was dripping, begging for him to clean you up. He went in immediately afterwards, slowly licking your core up and down. Focusing on each inch. In circles, his tongue went. He planted a few kisses, and went back to licking up your juices. You threw your head back and screamed his name, forgetting you both didn’t set a Muffliato spell. Oh well, Draco’ll definitely hear you.

He hummed as he ate you out, making it even more pleasurable. “Ron, fuck!” You moaned loudly, felt like you shook your dorm walls. You saw him smile and he was licking every inch. His tongue abused your hole, going in and out as his thumb played with your clit. “God, Draco wishes he could lick your cunt like this, fuck Y/N.” Ron groans

You felt a knot forming in your stomach, your legs were shaking violently. “Ron, I’m close!” You moaned. He immediately backed away. You moaned in frustration.

“Ron please, I can’t take much more,” you begged. Your boyfriend shook his head at you and laughed. he took your jaw in his hand “You’re going to earn it, you’re going to learn to not even look in Malfoy’s direction. Understood?” Ron demanded. You nodded, tears falling down your cheeks. Your core was dripping, making a wet spot on your sheets.

“You’re going to pleasure me” Ron announces.

You got up on your knees, which were very weak. Ron’s hard cock was easily visible in his boxers, he slid them off letting it free. He got up from the bed and stood towards the edge. You got on your stomach with your legs in the air and crossed behind you, taking his length in your mouth immediately, licking off the pre-cum.

“Fuck baby, you already know what to do.” Ron groaned, collecting your hair and making a ponytail with his hand, wrapping it around his fist. This made you groan in his dick, rolling your eyes back, but still staying stable enough. You pumped him with your hand and he guided your head, bobbing it up and down on his dick. He again, had a majority of control. That bastard.

His dick was hitting violently against the back of your through causing the urge to gag. You free hand was balled up in a fist with your nails going into your skin making crescent-shaped indents, trying to distract yourself from the urge.

“Take it, look at me.” Ron demanded, your eyes fluttered open and looked at him. “Malfoy couldn’t fuck your mouth this could, could he? Huh? You’re stuffed with my cock.” You made noises at his response, rubbing your thighs together. You shut your eyes again trying to focus on not orgasming right there, even with the absence of his touch.

“Eyes on me, I said.” Ron’s voice boomed again. You whined and opened your eyes agin and looked at him. He threw his head back, his mouth agape, “Pretty girl, I’m close,” He groaned, eyebrows together. You bummed around his dick, head being pushed on it up and down violently by his hands gripping your hair. His hand pushing you on his dick started getting off beat and sloppy, you knew he was very close.

You went faster and faster, ignoring the tears and sweat rolling down your face. You felt his warm liquid roll down your throat as his dick twitched and his loud moans were all you heard.

He hands gently ran through your hair, he pulled out of your mouth and looked down at you. His smile was wicked, but you still saw the love behind it. “On your back, on you go.” You excitedly complied. Your body was aching for him, begging him to fuck the shit out of you. you flipped your skirt up to expose your cunt, soaking wet from his sexual torture. Ron hovered over you, his arms on both sides of you, he leaned down and left sloppy kisses on your neck and collarbones, leaving bite marks. You moaned his name and begged for him to pleasure you.

“You’ve been patient enough, pretty girl,” Ron said sweetly, he likes himself up to you, and teased your slit with his cock. You whines and dug your nails into his back.

He entered into you, giving you time to adjust. You felt so full, so good. “Ron, fuck.” You whined.

“Pretty girl, you feel so perfect; so warm and tight, fuck.” Ron groaned into your neck. His pace was slow, it hit the right spot, he knew you so well. The room was full of your moans and the smell of sex.

Ron had sped up, the sound of your skin slapping together joined the sounds of pleasure you both were making together. His dick was hitting your g-spot like a arrow on the middle of a target. Over and over again. Meanwhile, he continued to leave hickeys on your chest, collar bones and shoulders.

He then sat up and tossed your legs over his shoulders, exposing you more. He railed into you, more aggressively now. Your eyes were full of tears from pure pleasure. The knot in your stomach was forming again.

“Ron, please– let me-“ You moaned, looking him in the eye.

“I am too, cum in my cock baby, come on,” Ron grunted.

After a few more thrusts, you both hit your point, both of you groaning simultaneously, Ron then pulling out and collapsing next to you. You both were covered in sweat, and each others fluids. Ron’s hands ran over his chest that was rapidly going up and down.

“Y/N?” Ron perked up, holding himself up by one arm, looking down at you.

“Yes, Ron?”

“I love you, you know that, right? I just can’t stand Malfoy talking to you like that..”

“Of course, Ron. I love you too. He’s not really interested in me, he just does it to piss you off, I think.” You replied, your hand on his cheek. He gave you a doubtful look.

“However, I should talk to Malfoy more often, that was quite fun.” You chuckled. Ron rolled his eyes at you, and gave you a kiss on the nose.

#ron weasley imagine #ron wealsey x y/n #ron weasley smut #ron weasley x reader smut #ron weasley x reader #ron weasley harry potter #ron weasley x y/n smut

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osamucide · 1 year ago

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nsfw alphabet - osamu dazai . . . .ᐟ

MINORS DO NOT INTERACT!

wc: 2.1k

cw: gn!reader - no explicit anatomy mentioned, switch leaning sub!dazai, nicknames “pretty,” “honey,” and “babe” for reader, one instance of “daddy,” brief mentions of choking/spitting/slapping/marking/collaring/edging/dacryphilia, graphic mentions of cum, cum eating, CUM, degenerate!dazai my beloved

reid: no one asked for this i just be thinking uwu enjoy

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a = aftercare (what they’re like after sex)

it’s dazai - he’s lazy and kind of a princess. unless cleaning up is absolutely necessary (read: you both and the sheets are drenched in sweat and/or cum) he will just want to stay where you are and cuddle and be loved on

usually chatty afterward. loves to chit chat. if you’re too sleepy to hold a conversation, he’ll play with your hair and you can listen to him talk about the fall of the byzantine empire

b = body part (their favorite body part of theirs and also their partner’s)

dazai is aware that he has attractive hands. there isn’t a single part of himself he’s not at least a little conscious of, but he knows his hands are both pretty and skilled, so he might as well try to be proud of them!

can’t pick a favorite body part on his partner. it changes by the day. one day it’s your waist, the next it’s your hair, wednesday it’s your thighs, most fridays he prefers your hands, sometimes it’s your stomach, other days it’s your ass. . .

c = cum (anything to do with cum, basically)

i know it tastes like sulfuric acid

cums so much. like an obscene amount.

he definitely has a thing for seeing you covered in his cum - whether it’s on your chest, face, back. . .

filthy nasty when it comes to cleanup. you made a mess on his fingers? he made a mess in your hands? your hole is dripping with his cum and yours? his mouth is on it. shameless

d = dirty secret (pretty self explanatory, a dirty secret of theirs)

less dirty and more just embarrassing for him - he usually cries after make-up sex.

if you argue and then fuck it out, tears will be rolling down his face while he cums - he loves you so much! he doesn’t want a petty argument to ever make you rethink your relationship with him

if you notice this, no you don’t. to him it’s a fucking secret okay

e = experience (how experienced are they? do they know what they’re doing?)

while i do think he probably hoed around toward the end of/after his mafia days, i don’t think he’s as experienced as anyone expects him to be.

liked the feeling but hated the vulnerability. it was a tradeoff he wasn’t willing to make anymore at some point. eventually realized he needs to build up a level of trust with potential sexual partners

once that trust is built up though. hooo boy

that genius brain of his isn’t just for detective work

he’s intuitive and a quick learner. absolutely knows what he’s doing.

f = favorite position (this goes without saying)

spoons.

lazy man loves to wrap one arm around your neck and play with you with his free hand while he thrusts into you from behind <3

really partial to any position that lets him bite your neck and kiss your face and groan in your ear (hopes you do the same to him)

g = goofy (are they more serious in the moment? are they humorous? etc.)

can’t help the occasional one liner. he’s a natural comedian

dazai rather enjoys more playful sex where you both can laugh and talk throughout - sometimes it feels more intimate than serious, stone-faced sex

takes on a more serious air if he’s feeling jealous or insecure

h = hair (how well groomed are they? does the carpet match the drapes? etc.)

will adhere pretty firmly to whatever your preference is!

if you have no preference, he just trims when he’s unruly - maybe once every two weeks or so

i = intimacy (how are they during the moment? the romantic aspect)

physically extremely sensual and aware of your body - little touches and breaths on your skin, lingering eyes, things that would get glossed over by anyone who isn’t a romantic at heart

tries (and succeeds) to swoon you verbally, too.

“need to feel you, please.”

“fuck- we fit s’ well together, don’t you think so?”

“‘m all yours, honey.”

“c’mon, pretty, fuck me like you own me.”

j = jack off (masturbation headcanon)

pillow humper.

he’s lazy! don’t get the idea that he’s above stroking himself because he’s not, but sometimes he just doesn’t feel like it

just imagine him in the first light of the morning waking up before his alarm with an unforgiving hard on. . .he was probably dreaming about you! and if you’re not there, what else is he supposed to do other than fold a pillow between his legs and grind on it until he cums in his boxers?

nnnnhhnmnmghshdhd pillow humper dazai <3

k = kink (one or more of their kinks)

choke. this. man.

whether he’s topping bottoming subbing domming whatever he cums 10x harder when your hands are anywhere near his neck

likes fingers in his mouth uwu since he’s confident in his hands, he’s definitely into you sucking on his fingers too

pry his jaw open and spit on his tongue. he will gladly return the favor, if you wish

slap him if you’re comfortable. he’s down for it. he usually hates pain, but if it’s supplemental to pleasure?

big fan of biting and scratching too, both ways if you’ll indulge him.

likes having matching marks <3

leash and collar this man while he’s on his knees and tell him it’s where he belongs. he’ll agree!

edges the hell out of you when he doms. maybe likes to see you cry a little bit <3

on the softer side, he adores being praised - bonus points if you can mix in some subtle and tasteful degradation. loves being told how good he feels, how good he’s letting you use him, how good of a boy he is. . .

l = location (favorite places to do the do)

he prefers the privacy of your bedroom so he can completely let go of his reservations

buuuuuut also gets excited about car sex uwu something about how the windows fog up, and how desperate and feral it can feel. . .

at the end of the day, he’s never met a flat surface he couldn’t fuck on. if he wants you, he’ll find somewhere to have you

m = motivation (what turns them on, gets them going)

when you get intense about anything. discussing something you’re very passionate about? someone or something is visibly pissing you off? you’re road raging? dazai’s ready to drop ‘em

oh lord about to get the works cited page going. next bullet point references this post by user cqthqrtic (not tagging as to not surprise them with random nsfw content in their notifs, however if you see this, legend, and want tagged do let me know!), who pioneered my favorite degenerate!dazai and i think about him OFTEN

so with that, on a less wholesome note than the first one, i fully agree that calling him names like sicko, perv, freak, etc. gets him going like you would not fucking believe. he lives for your half-disgusted little reactions when he whispers filth in your ear in public or proposes some depraved shit like eating his own cum out of you. god forgive me

n = no (something they wouldn’t do, turn offs)

heavy, intense degradation. he’s already hyper-convinced that he’s a piece of shit. keep it to the classics; he likes being your dumb slut, your fucktoy, your brat, etc. and mix it up with praise. he does not like being called useless, bad, good for nothing else, etc.

o = oral (preference in giving or receiving, skill, etc.)

a real eater. a proud munch. so fucking smug about it too

his mouth + his hands? you’re seeing god

cannot however deny how much he loves your mouth on his cock. he’ll almost never ask for it, but he’ll also never say no to it.

might get carried away and fuck your throat a little - don’t worry, he’ll compensate you. ride his face til he can’t breathe

p = pace (are they fast and rough? slow and sensual? etc.)

almost always wants to take his time with you! he’s got a lot of self control and he uses that to his advantage

he can’t get over how tender it feels to bury his face in your neck, wrap his arms around you, and feel your nails in his back while he’s fucking you deep and unhurriedly

he loves slow, sleepy, lazy sex where his hands can just roam every inch of your body.

don’t get it twisted - dazai will absolutely fuck you fast and rough if you just say the word

want him to go faster and harder? give his hair a good tug <3

q = quickie (their opinions on quickies, how often, etc.)

not his favorite methodology, last letter considered.

won’t decline if it’s to get out of work <3 bring him lunch at the office and he might just bend you over the bathroom sink

r = risk (are they game to experiment? do they take risks? etc.)

he’ll try just about anything once.

this man spent his most formative years in a front row seat to observe humanity at its filthiest - anything that happens with mutual consent and good intent between you two in the bedroom can’t be that horrible.

besides, he loves discovering new kinks of his with you <3

s = stamina (how many rounds can they go for? how long do they last?)

only one or two rounds, maybe three on a good day, but he manages his time well.

spends anywhere from 15-30 minutes on foreplay on the first go around

will let you rest between rounds but continue kissing on you and teasing you lightly so it all just feels like one dreamy and continuous round

with his insane self control he could easily drag a couple rounds of sex out for hours. many hours.

however, he won’t usually keep you longer than three or so hours; on the flip side, he rarely spends less than 45 minutes on you.

t = toys (do they own toys? do they use them? on a partner or themselves?)

not opposed to you bringing toys to the table, but no, he doesn’t own any.

he can makeshift some handcuffs out of a belt so quick - what would he need to buy them for?

not a fan of having toys used on him, but he’ll go to town on you if you want <3

u = unfair (how much they like to tease)

oh brother

will hold off on cumming himself just so he can draw your orgasm out longer. sensing a theme here? when i tell you his self control is insane.

beg him all you want - he goes into it knowing exactly how long he’s going to edge you for <3

v = volume (how loud they are, what sounds they make, etc.)

he can hold himself back and be quiet. . .does not like to, though!

high quality triple x this-shit-rated-porn ass moans, sighs, grunts, and whines coming out of him regardless of his position. he was meant to be LOUD. he likes to let you know how good you make him feel!

cusses so much.

whatever he’s babbling gets so breathy and growly when he’s close

“thank you thank you thank you fuck thank you” while he cums <3

w = wild card (a random headcanon for the character)

wanna make him bust on the spot? call him daddy while he’s in you <3

x = x-ray (let’s see what’s going on under those clothes)

average thickness but god he’s long

we’re talkin pushing eight inches

no curve, very few veins, blushy pink tip

sticks straight up and twitches when he’s hard <3

y = yearning (how high is their sex drive?)

contrary to popular (?) belief, i think his sex drive is average if not a little lower

mostly just up for it whenever you are! you bring it up? sure, he’s game <3

about who initiates sex: 60/40, you/him respectively.

if he’s not in the mood will say some really lame and uncomfortably silly shit like “i think mr. pinky’s asleep right now babe” 👎

z = zzz (how quickly they fall asleep afterwards)

no he wants. to. CHAT

has enough trouble sleeping at night as it is! kind of just wants to go back to snuggling and hanging out when you’re done

again if it’s bedtime and you’re sleepy, he’ll just talk softly about whatever until he hears you snoring.

might pick up a book for an hour or so before joining you in the dream world <3

always smooches you goodnight whether you’re awake or not.

#bsd dazai x reader #bungou stray dogs x reader #dazai x reader #osamu dazai x reader #bsd x reader #dazai headcanons #dazai hcs #mdni #nnnsfw.ᐟ #with love—reid

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dulaglutide · 1 year ago

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Hantengu clones x fem reader on her period!

Y’all are getting fed early because the female anatomy is fighting me. Warnings⚠️:period stuff, swearing, nicknames, (let me know if I missed any!!!)

Aizetsu

He would hold you close and comfort you if you wanted

He will not leave your side during this time of the month

He will know when you start your period because he can smell the blood

He won’t bring it up unless you do (the first time he smelt blood he was concerned but once you told him he was out at ease and learned your schedule)

He will get you all of your cravings and more

He will baby the fuck out of you

If you bleed on the bed, couch, etc he will take care of it and tell you to change and get cleaned up without hesitation

He will not embarrass or tease you about it he just wants you to be as comfortable as possible

He is understandable about your mood swings because your dealing with a lot during this time of month and it must be hard

He doesn’t know what it’s like but he knows your in pain when you start groaning or just holding onto your stomach/uterus

He will massage your cramps if you want while you rest on him

”Darling…..rest for me okay?” “O-oh you want me to massage your stomach?…..come on lay down……*he pats his chest*” “You must be so exhausted go lay down while I take care of everything my precious human…….”

Sekido

He finds it to be such an annoyance don’t we all

He questioned you the first time it happened to make sure you weren’t doing anything concerning because he smelt blood

He will be soft with you during this time of month

He will sigh and scoff when you ask for stuff but he will do it

If you want him to cuddle you he will

Take advantage of this because this is one of the only times he will cuddle you a lot

You will get your cravings because he doesn’t wanna hear you bitch about how hungry you are that’s how he sees it

You won’t be babied but you will be taken care of

If you bleed out he will sigh very loudly and start changing the sheets, cleaning, etc with his normal angry expression while you change but in reality he is very caring and wants you to be comfortable

He will go out and buy you a teddy bear so if he had to leave for any weird reason you would have the bear the bear has a kimono like his

He will get annoyed if you get really bad mood swings but he will comfort you or leave you alone if you want

He will massage your cramps but he will complain about it

”*sigh*………go fucking change and lay down……I’ll clean this mess you made up….” “You want to lay on my chest again……why are you so needy?!” *he lets you lay down anyways*

Karaku

You will be teased

He won’t tease you if you do get really upset and uncomfortable with it though

The first time he smelt blood he was confused on why and asked you very concerned but understood after when you told him

He one time came up behind you and squeezed your uterus and called you his little ketchup bottle…..

He won’t do it again don’t worry……..he learned……

You will get all of the cuddles and kisses you want because he is more than willing to give them to you

He will get very scared at your random mood swings

One second your crying and the next your screaming out of anger

He will get you what you want for cravings

If you ask him to buy you pads/tampons he will buy the wrong one almost every time because in his mind they are all the same

You will get carried everywhere

He will happily massage your cramps away

If you bleed out he will clean it but he will most likely tease you about it

”Awwwwww…..princess you bled a little didn’t you….?” “What do you mean they’re not the same and that every brand is different!?!?” “YOU CAN GET AN INFECTION IF THEIR SCENTED!?!?!?!”

Urogi

He is so confused

Your going to have to explain it to him a million times because he’s so confused on how you can bleed from down there just so you can have children

ANYWAYS

You will get even more cuddles than usual and he will cling to you even more

He will warm you up with his wings so your cramps ease down that’s his way of massaging your cramps because he can’t what is talons

He won’t take you flying that week just so you can relax

He will go out and get your cravings for you without hesitation

He is very very terrified of your mood swings

You will get a million kisses if you start crying

If you bleed out he will not know what to do so you will have to show him

Don’t worry the next time it happens he knows what to do!

Bird boy might not be the smartest but when it comes to you he listens

He will get you the wrong brand a few times but then after he will get you the right one

He tries really hard it’s just heard for him to understand

“Baby bird……it’s okay don’t cry I got you!” *he nuzzled into you neck pulling you close as you cried from the stress and pain* “Baby!!!!! I think I got you the right one this time!!!!!!”

#demon slayer #hantengu #hantengu clones #kny #kimetsu no yaiba #aizetsu #sekido #karaku #hantengu x reader #kny urogi #urogi #urogi x reader #urogi x y/n #urogi x you #aizetsu x reader #sekido x reader #karaku x reader #period comfort #period

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fyodior · 12 days ago

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⌕ pairing: alpha!gn!reader x omega!chuuya

⌕ warnings: piss, controlling reader (forces him to hold it all day), humiliation, handjob, slight dubcon, whiny chuuya, no pronouns used or anatomy described for reader; slightly ooc chuuya bc i needed to make him omega-y okay jeez MINORS AND AGELESS BLOGS DNI YOU WILL BE BLOCKED

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Chuuya was the sweetest omega you had ever met. Pliant, obedient, eager to please his alpha. He always did exactly as you said when you said it, and to his utmost ability. All he ever wanted was for his alpha to tell him that he did a good job and to shower him in affection. And of course, you had no problem with this. You would shower him in affection no matter what, but it was hard not to give in at least a little to his enthusiasm.

The funny thing was how stark of a contrast this behavior was to his outside persona. The Chuuya he presented as at work and in public. Within the Port Mafia, as a top executive, the only other people within the entire organization who even knew he was an omega were Kouyou and Mori. It was a requirement that Mori, as the boss, knew his secondary gender, and Chuuya trusted Kouyou. Instead, it was just assumed he was a beta.

Of course, there was quiet speculation amongst the lower ranking mafiosos, considering Chuuya’s short, skinny stature reminiscent of a typical omega, but no one dared voice their thoughts anywhere near the ruthless executive.

But at home? It was like Chuuya was a completely different person. He was able to give in to his instinctual urges to act as the omega he was meant to be. The submissive, sweet omega who needed nothing more than for you to call him a good boy. It was exhausting, playing the part of a domineering head mafioso who spent his days either barking orders or neutralizing enemies himself. By the time he gets home, all the walls come down.

Chuuya loved having tasks. Things you’d ask him to do so that he felt worthy of your praise. Usually, it was very simple things - cooking a basic dinner, vacuuming the apartment, even something as basic as unloading the dishwasher if you knew he had had a long day at work. As soon as his goal was completed, he’d snuggle up next to you and damn near purr as he begged for your praise and touch. This Chuuya was utterly unrecognizable compared to his PM persona.

But sometimes, you really couldn’t help yourself. The urge to take advantage of his submissiveness wasn’t often, but when it bubbled to the surface, it was hard to ignore. Most of the time, when the desire presented itself, you pushed it out of your head. Chuuya, your adorable, sweet Chuuya, didn’t deserve to be exploited. Not in the way you desired.

Though the most recent desire was strong. It was simple - you wanted to see Chuuya make a mess. Thoroughly humiliate himself. Cover himself in his own piss until he’s crying. The idea was too attractive to ignore.

“Chuuya, sweetheart?” you singsonged as you slid into the bathroom, wrapping your robe around you and perching on the counter.

Your omega was getting ready for work, freshly emerged from the shower with a towel tucked around his waist and a toothbrush in his mouth. His ginger hair was wrapped up in another towel, sitting on top of his head waiting to be blow dried.

At your presence, he immediately spits out the toothpaste in his mouth, all attention immediately on you. It’s fascinating, the spell you seem to have on him, even without releasing any pheromones.

“You’re awake early,” he smiled, padding over to you to slot himself between your legs, throwing his arms around your neck.

“I am,” you chuckled, resting your hands on his slim waist. “Because I love my omega.” Each word was punctuated with a kiss on his face, making Chuuya giggle and squirm. “But also… because I have a request for you.”

The omega’s eyes went wide at that. A task. “What is it?” His enthusiasm made you chuckle again.

“Well…” you stalled, running your fingers up and down his torso as you second guessed your decision. “I want you to… hold it.” His brow furrowed at that. “Huh?”

“Hold it,” you repeated yourself, gaining confidence. “Hold your pee, all day. Don’t use the bathroom once until you get home, okay?”

The poor omega’s face contorted in anxiety and confusion. “You want me to… not pee? All day? Why?”

Your soft gaze steeled at his question. “You know not to question me, Chuuya. Do as I say.”

His soft gasp of fear of disappointing you made your heart pang, but it was essential you consistently maintained your role as dominant alpha. “Okay,” he nods, “I… I will. I’ll hold it.”

Another smile broke out on your face again. “Perfect, baby. Now finish getting ready for work. Oh - and I’m trusting you, Chuu. Not to disobey me.”

A dusty rose colored Chuuya’s cheeks as he averted his gaze. “I won’t. I promise.”

“Good boy.”

Chuuya thought it would be a breeze. Just limit his liquid intake and keep himself busy, that’s all he had to do to keep the urge to pee at bay. The thought of seeing your face and how happy you’d be with him when he proudly revealed that he hadn’t used the bathroom once was more than enough to encourage him.

That was until he was unexpectedly thrusted into quite the physically grueling fight with a much larger group of gangsters than he had been prepared for, leaving him breathless and unable to keep himself from chugging water after. Surely he’d be fine….

An hour later and his bladder felt ready to burst. Looking down at his watch, he still had three hours before he could get home. Fuck.

‘I really gotta piss, can we please do this another day?’ He desperately found himself texting you. His heart thumped in his chest as he watched the chat bubble appear and disappear over and over.

‘Chuuya.’ Was all you responded with. He knew what that meant.

The drive home was painful, willing himself not to piss in his sleek luxury car, and by the time he made it inside your shared apartment, a hand was gripping his crotch as little involuntary groans slipped past his lips.

“Welcome home, sweetheart,” you smirked, setting the book you were mindlessly flipping through on the coffee table and rising to greet your lover. Wanton eyes flicked down to see the shaking hand between the omega’s legs, biting your lip. “How are you feeling?”

Chuuya gulped. “You had your fun, can I please piss now?”

You only laughed, setting a hand on his cheek. “Feisty now, are we? What happened to my sweet, gentle omega?” you goaded with a pout. “No need to be in such a rush, come sit with me.”

Chuuya was more than desperate to find refuge in the bathroom, but your mention of his secondary gender, how and who he’s supposed to be for you, had him crumbling. “S-sorry.”

The watery apology had you giggling. “C’mere, baby.”

Doing his best to keep his thighs clenched as he followed you the short distance to the couch, he lowered himself slowly next to you. The desire to be a good boy for you, to do as you asked, was strongly rivaled by the overwhelming pressure in his bladder.

“How was work, hm?” you smiled, caressing the soft skin of his cheek.

“Fine. It was fine.” His words are short and his tone is gravelly. The pressure is building, building, building, and his body is ready to give in at any point. “I really have to pee, honey.” Desperate eyes glanced towards the bathroom door, knowing he could easily make a dash for it, but you would be so disappointed. It of course doesn’t go unnoticed by you, and your excitement only grew.

“Well that’s no good baby,” you pouted, patting your lap. “C’mere, since you clearly had such a bad day, let your alpha make you feel better.” Knowing he’d likely resist, you released soft, musky hormones that always had your omega by the throat. And sure enough, without argument, Chuuya climbs into your lap.

Back to your chest, you hugged Chuuya close, rocking him side to side.

“ ‘m sorry you had a bad day at work, sweetheart,” you frowned. “Can I make you feel better?”

By letting me fucking piss, Chuuya thought to himself, but he dared not speak it aloud. Nonetheless, his full bladder quivered. This was miserable.

“ Yer already makin’ me feel so much better,” he chuckled halfheartedly, resting a shaky hand atop your own. The anxious pheromones emanating off him were a stark contrast to his words. You bit your lip.

“I really know what’ll make you feel better.”

Deft hands circled around Chuuya’s slim waist to unbuckle his patent leather belt. Chuuya’s eyes went wide once he realized your goal.

“No, no, please no, it’s okay, y-you don’t have to, honey, it’s okay,” he groaned, shaky hands trying to push away your own. How disappointing.

“Chuuya.” No other words were needed to halt his desperate actions.

The omega sat motionless in your lap, back to your chest, as you unzipped his dress pants and slithered a hand down his briefs. Little whines escaped him while he fought the urge to struggle.

“Aww, this is exactly what my little omega needed to feel better, huh?”

Despite his best efforts, his omega body couldn’t help but react to your alpha pheromones, cursing the way his cock twitched when you tugged it out of his briefs.

“Ngh- fuck,” he whined, wriggling in your lap. The urge to piss was blinding - he knew he couldn’t last much longer.

Especially not when you wrapped a warm, tight hand around his length, pumping it slowly but surely. It was only a matter of time, you knew.

“That’s right baby, give in,” you cooed, pressing gentle kisses to his neck.

Chuuya fought it, fought it hard - he groaned, moaned and whined, overtaken by the insatiable urge to relieve himself while you jerked him off.

It was taking longer than you wanted, though. You had figured the second you touched his small cock he’d be unraveling in your arms, but the omega was putting up a fight.

“I said give in.”

An especially hard tug gave you exactly what you wanted.

“Fuck, fuck no!” Chuuya gasped, a hand flying to the tip of his dick to halt the inevitable, but it was exactly that - inevitable.

Hot liquid spurted out of his tip, spraying the floor and drenching his lap. The stream was steady and seemed to never end, a result of an entire day of holding it.

Finally, finally you had gotten what you wanted, and your arousal was palpable. You continued to massage his twitching cock as his bladder emptied, prompting the omega to writhe and groan in your lap.

“I’m sorry, fuck, ‘m so sorry,” Chuuya babbled while his body betrayed him, covering his face with his hands. He couldn’t handle the humiliation of watching himself piss everywhere. Finally, the stream petered out.

Using your free hand, you tugged his hands away. “It’s okay, Chuu,” you reassured. “Look baby, look at what a mess you made. An absolute mess.”

It was true. A sizable puddle had gathered on the floor, the coffee table dripped, and his lap was a hot mess. Chuuya had no words. His face burned, and he wanted to puke from pure humiliation.

“Did such a good job for your alpha, Chuu. ‘m always here to make you feel better, yeah?”

#chuuya x reader #chuuya smut #bsd smut #bsd x reader #chuuya x you #chuuya x y/n #bsd x gender neutral reader #bsd x you #bungo stray dogs smut

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skele-bunny · 5 months ago

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Thinking about Phantom's first times.......... Rain/Phantom & Swiss/Phantom under cut

(Mild CW - Medium implications of past assault)

I'm a firm believer that Phantom never experienced like.. Genuine, consenting sex until he became Topside. Seeing the pack having sex in the open absolutely freaked him out cause their mind processes it as "Oh fuck, X is hurting Z." And would cry over it.

It took him a while to finally understand the difference, and eventually he had sex on his own terms. Phantom was the closest to Swiss, and trusted him the most, so ofc he asked Swiss to be his first.

Swiss made sure to go all out! Petals on the bed, warm oil massage, candles, even giving Phantom a nice bath beforehand with dinner together privately. The pack was well aware and they wanted to make sure everything went smooth, so they didn't intervene for the entire time like they usually might've with each other.

Phantom just adored it all. Swiss started fingering him and just kept constantly reassuring him, he knew they were nervous even if they didn't say it - their body was. He was slow and gentle with prep, not once saying something crude or teasing.

"You're doing so good, baby bat. You're so damn beautiful..."

Totally went down on his bug, too while fingering him. Licking his cock so professionally - Phantom was his pillow prince and he was gonna make sure they got nothing but special treatment, Phantom didn't have to do anything unless he wanted to.

And ffuucck just the idea of Phantom having to keep eye contact with Swiss as he pushes in bc he needs that reassurance of who's above him. Their thighs trembling but hands cupping Swiss' face to keep grounding himself. It's just so gentle, Swiss reassuring him over and over again, even stopping every now and then when Phantom's tears seemed to be getting too much.

"We can stop if you're in pain or don't want to do this."

Very fucking quickly met back with, "Don't stop, please don't stop... It feels so good, please. I promise I'm okay."

Phantom just loses their absolute mind and is just left a blabbering, moaning mess. Whining Swiss' name, claws dragging down his back before he gets knotted. Then Swiss is all over him again, kissing his face, rubbing his sides with even more praises. He tries to recommend a shower after, but Phantom just wants to cuddle, so they'll do just that.

Now with Rain? Completely different anatomy, completely different story.

He joined his first time in a pack orgy and somehow ended up between Rain's legs after Mountain, and he's just... Sitting there. The water ghoul is giving so many confused and needy trills, looking at Phantom desperately but also completely confused until he suddenly scampers away to the bathroom and Cirrus takes his place without thinking.

They find each other after and Rain is a bit in shambles. Signing a bit frantically, "Did I do something wrong? Do you not like me? It's okay if you do I just want to know." And on and on - even Phantom feels guilty at a point.

He confesses he's never topped before, he doesn't know how to really pleasure Rain. Sure, he can watch the others all day, but he still doesn't understand and doesn't want to do just random stuff. They're more experienced with Rain, he has no damn clue.

Rain just relaxes and can't help but laugh, and they agree to test it out together. They're gently touching one another, Rain having to pull back every now and then to sign to his mate on what to do.

"Just slow back and forth. You'll get more of me on a bit. This is just the foreplay."

Phantom is rubbing Rain through his underwear, but Rain is full on jerking the Quintessence off. It's confusing and feels so amazing. Then he finally becomes a real man (/silly) when Rain directs him on how to eat pussy. Phantom has a decent sized tongue, but still on the smaller side, making him get so face deep between Rain's folds to lick and swallow. His eyes still looking at Rain while he arches his back and is emptily moaning. Learns very quickly how to multitask his tongue and fingers, and it's very much worth it in his eyes.

"You're doing so good, please keep doing that."

Rain totally squirts on his face and Phantom is over the moon about it. He's just purring and trilling, laying his head on Rain's chest while the other combs through their hair - trying to come down from his high.

Eventually he's sat up and directed to push in. Rain doesn't tell Phantom this, but he laughs about it in private, because when they started pushing in their eyes rolled back so damn hard to the point their tail stood straight up. It was both adorable and hilarious.

Slowly thrusting, Phantom just has a semi-death grip on Rain, trying to keep himself still and robotic. He has to listen to Rain literally telling him to ease up and just do what feels most comfortable. Eventually getting into his own rhythm, back to leaning against Rain's chest as he fucks his cunt a bit sloppy but Rain is no where near complaining.

He's not focusing on getting deep like a certain earth and fire ghoul, and definitely not trying to fuck his brains out like a certain multi (not that he minds either of those three.) In fact, it almost reminds him of when he and Mountain are doing a scene for their pet play dynamic, and Mountain is just hunched over his chest and whining while humping into him.

Finally being nudged to lift his head up by Rain for a nice kiss, swallowing all of Phantom's high moans and desperate whines. When his own knot starts dragging, Rain encourages them to knot him - that he wants it. So, Phantom does. He knots someone for the very first time and is a crying mess. It feels so right and so warm - Rain feels so right and so warm. So wet and comfortable, just taking his entire load without an issue.

Rain bringing a hand down to his clit and asking Phantom to grind up for the friction so he can get off, and it's such a lovely sight when his head goes back, neck displayed and body stiffening as he cums again too.

Phantom just nuzzling down and slowly sucking on one of Rain's nipples; Rain thinking he's finally getting the hang of it, looks down and nope. Phantom is asleep doing it.

It takes everything in Rain not to have a cuteness overload, so he just tries to adjust Phantom's legs so he's still not on his knees and sore - rolling them to their side since they're still locked in. Rain is just purring, resting his head between Phantom's horns with his claws going through his hair. It is 10000% still a kit behavior, Phantom has a lot he still hasn't grown out of yet, but Rain honestly doesn't mind. It's comforting for him, too.

Honestly, both experiences open Phantom t a new world of pleasure and he adores it! Still confirms he's a bottom though. Rain doesn't mind - he loves power bottoming his mates. I mean have you SEEN Mountain??? Bro has no issues with letting Phantom be the bottom.

#ghost band #the band ghost #swiss ghoul #rain ghoul #phantom ghoul #rabrev writing #nsfwriting #nsfwriting rambles #cw for implied past assault

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httpvomitello · 22 days ago

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She Is My World (part 2) *⁠.⁠✧

TW: Teenage pregnancy, mentions of pregnancy

previous - She Is My World part 1

Donnie stepped out of the dojo, his heart still racing from the conversation with Splinter. He took a deep breath, feeling like he’d aged a few years in the span of a single conversation. He hadn’t fully prepared for the road ahead, but at least he had his father’s support.

Before he could even process his next steps, his brothers practically ambushed him, surrounding him in the hallway.

“So… it’s true?” Leo asked, his expression caught somewhere between disbelief and concern.

“Bro,” Raph grunted, arms crossed, his usually stern expression softened with a hint of surprise. “Are you serious? Like… for real?”

Donnie shifted awkwardly under their gazes, nodding. “Yeah, it’s true. (Y/N) is pregnant.”

They all just stared at him for a moment, as if waiting for him to reveal it was some elaborate prank. But when he didn’t, the reality hit, and their reactions varied.

Raph let out a low whistle. “Man… I mean, I thought you and (Y/N) were serious, but…” He trailed off, shaking his head. “I didn’t think this serious.”

Donnie swallowed, rubbing the back of his neck, feeling the weight of their questions pressing down on him. “Yeah, trust me, I didn’t expect it either. But it happened, and I… I have to take responsibility.”

Leo smiled a little. “You know we’ll help you however we can.” He clapped a hand on Donnie’s shoulder, his eyes full of reassurance.

But then Mikey, wide-eyed and completely innocent, leaned in closer, curiosity radiating off him. “Wait, wait, wait.” He looked back and forth between his brothers, then locked eyes with Donnie, his face completely serious. “How did she, like… get pregnant?”

The question hung in the air like a firecracker that hadn’t yet exploded. Donnie’s face went beet red, and he stammered, trying to find a way to explain that wouldn’t end up in a full-blown anatomy lecture. “Uh, well… um… you know, it’s just… that’s kind of private, Mikey.”

Mikey tilted his head, oblivious to the awkwardness, his curiosity only growing. “But you gotta tell me, dude! I mean, does it just… happen? Like, you two held hands too long or something?” His eyes were as big as saucers, genuinely invested in understanding the mystery of pregnancy.

Donnie felt his face flush deeper as he struggled to keep his composure. “Mikey, no, that’s… that’s not how it works. It’s, uh, more complicated than that.”

Raph snickered, crossing his arms and grinning. “Come on, Don. You’re the genius here. Give Mikey the biology lesson.”

Leo shot Raph a warning look but couldn’t help suppressing a small smile. “Maybe… not the time, Raph.”

Mikey, however, was undeterred, staring at Donnie with all the persistence of a puppy. “Aw, come on! Just a quick explanation? You know… turtle to turtle?”

Donnie cleared his throat, desperately trying to maintain some dignity. “Mikey, let’s just say that it’s something that happens when two people love each other a lot and…”

“Yeah, I know all that,” Mikey said, nodding, though it was clear he was still a bit confused. “But I mean… like, how?”

Raph couldn’t resist, chuckling. “Geez, Mikey. You really don’t get it?”

Donnie was about to find some way to change the subject when Leo stepped in, saving him. “Look, Mikey, you don’t need all the details right now. Just know it’s something you will know when you are an adult. Okay?”

“Okay, okay,” Mikey relented, though he was still looking at Donnie with a mixture of awe and confusion. “Man, you’re gonna be a dad. That’s… huge.”

Donnie sighed, feeling a mixture of relief and anxiety swirling within him. “Trust me, I know. It’s… it’s terrifying, honestly. I still don’t know if I’m ready. But I don’t really have a choice anymore. I have to be.”

Leo nodded, giving Donnie a supportive smile. “ C'mon little bro, you know we will help you.”

Raph nodded. “Yeah, you may have messed up, but you’re owning up to it. That’s what counts.”

And then Mikey grinned and threw his arms around Donnie. “Hey, this means I get to be Uncle Mikey! Dibs on babysitting!”

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deblklesb · 1 year ago

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[Head Over Heels — Abby x Reader Oneshot]

[rugby player!abby, artist!reader, fluff, pining]

cw: reader is a total mess, abby is brother's friend. there's not explicit content but still MDNI.

a/n: I've put my whole simpussy in this, like... reader is a loser lesbian and this fact is totally self-inserted, sorry not sorry. again, so so sorry for the wait! this is just some fluff with reader being a simp, a mess, all over the place for abby anderson teheehee 👉🏾👈🏾, i hope you like it anon!!!

word count: 3,4k | not proof read

!reblogs are highly appreciated!

The cool winter wind was reaching your face as you pedaled to your class, high speed across campus because you were late. The alarm didn't clock, you took too much time eating breakfast, and now you wish to all the heavens the teacher has not arrived yet.

Your brother was very much confused when you started to run around the house this morning.

"I didn't know you had class, you usually wake up first so I assumed…"

"The alarm didn't clock", you yelled from the bathroom, brushing your teeth as fast as you could, but decently.

Now, the open buttons of your shirt allowed the wind to come in so you wouldn't be as sweaty. Fixing your hair after parking and locking your bicycle, you greeted someone working and headed to the room, so frustrated to get late to your favorite class.

"You're lucky our model for today is more late than you", the teacher said as soon as you got inside.

"Sorry, Ms. Addams", your smile was weak. You wanted to disappear, that was your favorite teacher.

The only tripod available was in the front, no one liked it because the lightning from there was so confusing it messed up every sketch. Lucky for you, during winter the sun isn't that bright, so you fixed your stuff and just got a moment to breathe. Being a teacher's pet didn't mean sitting in the front, that was new for you.

"Hey, what happened?" Gloria, your friend, reached out. "You're never late"

"My alarm", you shudder, sighing. "Well, I'm here now. We just have to wait for the model"

"I heard is some girl from the rugby team"

Well, that's news. Your teacher is doing some work indeed, trying to expose her students to different body shapes and all.

"Nice. Perhaps she's nice and will carry me around, my legs are burning from pedaling so hard", it was a joke, a silly one, but as soon as a woman who wasn't enrolled in that class got in, you knew she could definitely carry you around. You also knew that because you knew her.

She was probably the biggest woman you've seen in person, and absolutely the most beautiful.

Freckled, creamy skin on her arms and face, honey-blonde hair in a braid that fell on her shoulder, a firm and strong body worthy of an athlete. Her clothes were simple, just cargo pants with a plain shirt and boots, but boy, oh boy, she was looking gorgeous. As always.

"Sorry for the time, boss, I had to get out later from early practice", for some unknown reason, her voice, too, sounded too good to be true and made you melt inside with just a simple phrase that wasn't even directed to you. "Hope it doesn't mess around with the class"

"It's okay, Abigail. And you don't have to call me boss, we've talked about it", your teacher smiled fondly, hugging the tall woman and making obvious the size difference. You were probably the same height as the dark-skinned woman, so that means you were as high as Abby's chin. Being next to her on other situations made you very self-aware of that fact.

This useless information would always make you squirm. This time it was on the chair in the middle of the class, hoping for all the God's nobody noticed.

"Kids, this is Abby. She will be our model for today and two other classes, so make use of the anatomy to study properly", she was very comfortable next to the rugby player, which made you deduce they knew each other well. "Well, now go prep yourself, darling, we have to start"

"Do I… Take everything, or something?" Just the mention of her being nude made your mind buzz around and it wasn't a good sign, considering you had to focus to draw.

"Keep your underwear, please", the older woman smiled sympathetically, turning around and heading to the back of the room, her usual initial spot in every live reference class.

Abby took off her boots and left next to an empty chair, starting to undress then.

Nobody was looking at you, but you tried to keep it cool and professional. Ignoring the heat on your face and the sweat arising on your palms, you looked at Gloria to hide your embarrassment and noticed she was looking back at you trying not to laugh.

"You're very gay", she whispered, making you roll your eyes and then look at your empty sketchbook. She wasn't wrong, though, you were very much a lesbian and it was obvious.

Those type of reactions were normal whenever Abby was around, but you could definitely go through that class without it.

You put effort into abstracting the sensations and feelings that make room into you as soon as Abby stands in the small, lifted platform in the center of the room, the ambient light hitting her just right. She positioned herself in a simple form, waving briefly at you from there when she spotted you in the front. You did the same back, a small smile to be nice - but not too big to give it away that being around her made you almost piss your pants - and then you all started to work

It was a figure drawing training, something you usually hated because you had to think too much about form, proportion, perspective and lightning. You loved to do loose sketches and grew very fond of gesture drawing, too much for your liking, so that now that you had to stick to the forms and not the rhythm and movement, your mind froze a little. Despite that, you loved doing art and loved that class even though it had nothing directly linked to your major.

Abby had strong features, in the sense of focus. The muscles of the arms and legs, the shape of her face, the abdomen and her whole posture caught your attention too much. It wasn't just the imagery, but a whole set of little elements that formed a distinctive energy. Even the braided hair was part of that, and at each second, each line traced and marked shadow, you tried to remind yourself that it was a class.

After 10 minutes or so, she took a break - admittedly, you had no idea how those models stood still for so long. While she stretched and relaxed her muscles, people started to talk with each other around the room, the small buzz of conversations surrounding, as you turned to Gloria.

"I'm dying here", you whispered, stretching your hands and fingers a bit. "She's so pretty"

"I have to admit… She is very handsome. I don't usually hang out in your brother's dorm so I don't see her often…"

"They're together all the time, I am very lucky to have my face shoved into a book all the time because then I don't have to have buckled knees around her" Gloria laughed at your despair, the whispers almost a cry for help.

"Let's gather our focus, people", Ms. Addams called, and just like that the break ended.

Although the object of analysis was Abby's body and structure, you just had to make a small drawing of her face. Shading and putting too much effort, you ended up doing another one. And by the time the class ended, you had a main figure drawing of her body in the first pose, two others of her face and another simple sketch. A very productive class, and you felt yourself bursting with inspiration still.

"I have a class in five minutes, so I'll have to go now, boss!", the blonde reached to her clothes as people started to pack their stuff. You tried not to look at her figure too much, but took your time putting the material in place just because, y'know… Care. It had nothing to do with the possibility to look at her from afar a little bit more.

"That's okay, Abigail. Thank you for your help, same time next week. Send a hug to your father!", Ms. Addams waved goodbye.

"Hey" you looked up from your backpack when Gloria tapped your shoulder. She pointed to the door, where Abby was standing, ready to go. The blonde was looking at you, a smile on her face. "Tell your brother he owes me twenty bucks. See ya!"

"Okay, bye", you nodded and chuckled lightly at the comment, imagining the type of bet they both must've done this time.

As soon as the other students started to get out, your friend gave you small punches in the arm, giggling.

"Stop!", you felt your face warm, it was so fucking ridiculous to be like this around her every time. And the worst part is that she didn't even notice you that much, so you were a head over heels with zero hope.

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"What do you mean you were naked around my sister?!" You rolled your eyes with the discussion, ready for the mess your brother was about to make.

"Nobody was naked, I had underwear!" Abby's voice was playful, but you knew your brother was two steps from going serious about it.

"Stop being a drama king, asshole", you grunted while going to the kitchen, not even looking at them to escape the risk of drooling over the tall woman sitting on the couch.

"Hey, I'm the big brother here, I was supposed to be looking over you!" His voice started to get a pitch higher, you could imagine the indignant face already.

"You don't even give me rides home, too busy with your flings", you shout from the kitchen now, filling up your bottle.

You were trying so hard to focus on studying a subject you were not interested in, ready to throw it in the air to watch some Ghibli movies instead. Filling the water bottle was almost an excuse to get out of that madness, but having to hold your reactions because of Abby's presence was not ideal.

"That's right, get him again! Get him for me!" And now her voice is closer, almost like she's in the kitchen with you. It makes you flinch slightly, almost dropping the bottle before you turn around to see her strong figure on the entrance.

"Look, you touch her and I will fucking throw that rugby ball right into your face!"

"Jesus Christ, Matt, shut up! Nobody is keeping you from your shit, leave me alone?! It's just Abby!"

Your mom would be annoyed to be around you both, good thing you lived together alone.

"Yeah, Matt, it's just Abby!" She repeats.

You finally look at her properly. She has a simple shirt on and sweatpants, it's casual but it looks too good on her - as usual. Her hair is down - you loved her hair down - and a scrunchie lies on her wrist. Her freckles are so visible from where you stand, it's almost like cute details painted directly on her face to compose the most beautiful work of art.

"I would like to see it, by the way", you snap out of your trance with her words directed to you.

Her hips touch the kitchen counter when she's one step closer, a sympathetic smile making your hands tingle and her tone weaker now that she's just talking to you.

"What?"

"Your drawings. From the class"

"Oh-", you look away, trying to come up with an excuse. "But… We still have other classes to go. It's better to see it at the end and all… And they're not even that good", you're holding that water bottle for your dear life, afraid that it slips from your hands due to the sweat.

"You don't wanna show me, that's fine", she chuckle, hands up in acceptance.

"It's not that, it's just-"

"No, I'm not being funny, it's serious. If you don't wanna show me, it's okay. Was just curious y'know, after all I'm just standing there. Don't know how you do whatever you're doing"

That's the most you've ever talked to Abby, and she's so nice. Genuinely trying to make you comfortable. And it makes you fucking sick, you just wanna spit out that you would like to have her posing for you every day for ever, to have her like your muse, to kiss her face after drawing it millions of times- You're such a loser.

"Oh, I get it…" you nod, trying to come up with a good response. "Well, I guess after the classes, I mean when you stop posing for us, I could show you whatever I did. Just wanna be more confident, it takes a little bit more of time to be familiar to the subject"

"If that's your saying, boss lady, I absolutely believe it", she's smiling wider now and you just wanna scream into a pillow about how incredibly cute her cheeks are.

"Okay, ahm… I have to go back to the room… To study other stuff that is not art, unfortunately", you point to the corridor, mind going blank with the mere proximity between you both. "So, uh… See you later?"

"Hope so. Good study session", Abby gives you space to get out of the kitchen.

The rest of the afternoon you keep repeating that interaction in your mind. Analyzing you every word and wondering if she thought you were, like, embarrassing.

Still, the image of her cute cheeks when she smiled at you and the way she seemed really interested in your drawings took over your attention, it was all you could think about the rest of the day because you're such a simp and she's so beautiful. Fuck this.

・・・・・・・・・・・・・・・・・・・・

It's now game season, which means that the college campus is a mess. Everybody seems so agitated, a buzz surrounds each corner while posters adorn the walls and murals, calling for the next big rugby game.

The hype around the event kinda mobilizes you too, even though you're not even that into sports. You're actually so out of this type of entertainment, but eventually if you sit to watch with your brother you get so excited and exalted that it almost looks like you've been following the teams forever. Matt actually thinks it is so funny that you keep asking him the rules and then start to scream at the TV once you'd pick it up enough to finally enjoy the match.

"If they don't kick their asses I'll actually lose fifty bucks" Gloria reveals as you both enter the building for the art class.

"Fifty?!" Your eyes almost jump from your skull. "Do you have that much faith in our team?"

"Well, don't you?"

"I don't know", she laughs. "Really, I don't follow them… But if you bet fifty bucks, they must be at least decent"

"Your girlfriend is a good player, if that's what you wanna ask", the taller woman smiles at you with that suggestive manner.

"I didn't ask!"

"But you were thinking about it"

"Shut up." You definitely were. "And she's not my girlfriend" Unfortunately.

As you both enter the room, early enough this time, you recall the fact that it's your last class with Abby as a model. Something inside of you mourns the future absence of such a big source of inspiration for you. Your sketchbook (the personal one) has pages filled with drawings of her - you didn't tell anyone, but you went through her instagram page and used some gym photos as references.

One night you brother stormed in your room and you had to close the book as fast as possible, trying to mask your embarrassment. If he knew that you were so into Abby, he would be a hundred percent more unbearable.

"Hey, teacher", the tall woman soon walked in the class, backpack and a massive bottle of water on one hand. "Last day, uh?"

"Yes, dear", people started to settle for the beginning of the session, fixing materials and angles. "I would like to thank you for your time and disposition, I imagine it isn't easy to stand in front of a class of stranges that are meticulously looking at you", everybody chuckled. Abby took her shirt in the corner, putting the clothes on a chair. Against your will, you absolutely checked on her. But life wouldn't let you have it, and so, like being conscious of your actions, the blonde glanced back at you, which caused you to face away immediately. Jesus fucking Christ, could you be more obvious? "So thank you, again, and I hope you somehow enjoyed the experience"

"I certainly did, boss" She smirked friendly, going to the small platform in front part of the room and standing with arms on her back, legs slightly spareted. Why on earth was she so good looking? "I don't really mind the looks, after all there are dozens of people staring at the games and judging us all the time, so… Well, thank you too for inviting me, it was truly nice! Needing againg, I'm here for it!"

You felt a tap on your shoulder and looked to the side, Gloria was smirking like she knew something you didn't.

"You'll get your pages wet with all the drooling", she muttered.

"Wanna see who gets the pages wet?" You playfully put a hand on your own watter bottle, having her giggling.

"Well, let's begin, shall we?"

Einstein for sure had a point with relativity, because that class flew away like a lightning for you. The biggest pity of all, since Abby wouldn't be there after that day.

Once again you end up doing a main drawing of her body, using the remaining time to put some doodles of her face around it. It was like this for every class, different than the ones she wasn't the model. However, by that time you were already used to sketching her - hence the alone sessions in your room - so you could do much easier work now. You hoped no one noticed this fact, because a question about how you got so instinctive when drawing Abby would be blatantly dodged.

You already could tell in detail the difference between her arm muscles and the last model, for example, but not only the imagery of it: you thought about the biological singularity of her muscle development.

As soon as the class ended, you closed the sketchbook and tried not to think too deeply about the whole situation. It would be fine. Abby would stop being the model and so you would see her less, consequently thinking about her less and moving on so easily. Like, so easily.

"Hey", you froze with her voice, more specifically when noticing that it was almost next to you. Her face was the first thing you saw when looking up from your backpack. "Are you coming to the game tonight?"

"Should I?"

"Well… I could use some cheers", she was still shirtless. Heck, she was still in her intimate clothes.

You were not thinking about how she used a simple bra and nice black boxers.

"I thought you had plenty. With all the staring", why were you being so sarcastic?

"Your staring is kinda different, if that's what you wanna hear", she smirked, crossing her arms. Good lord, save me from barking in front of her with all this attitude. "And I would like you there"

"So maybe I'll go", you shrugged, trying to be cool about it. Something inside of you said that maybe you were being too cool about it, maybe she would think you don't really care; that's not what you want her to think. Shit, were you doing this wrong?

"Don't tell your brother I asked you this while almost nude, I don't think he would let me get close to you ever again", her chuckles were so cute, she was so cute. You were so done.

"Oh, do you want to get close to me again?" Abby stepped back while still smirking, everybody seemed to be out already - though you couldn't tell exactly, she was still your main focus.

"Maybe" Now she shrugged, finally getting close to her clothes again. "Preferably when he's not around"

What was that? Oh, probably your heart skipping several beats.

"Talking like that, I might as well think you're hitting on me, Abby" The most surprising thing was how you weren't laying down on a puddle at this point. Instead, you were chuckling back, hands sweaty and stomach twisting in a rush.

"Am I?" She grabbed her pants. "You'll probably have to come to the game and see!"

After another smirk from her, you just shook your head and walked away from the room with a simple "See you later then".

The interaction started to play again in your mind, Gloria was standing outside with wide eyes and a smile fighting to appear. That adrenaline rush made your mind a whirlwind.

"What the fuck was that?!" Your friend whispered, holding your arm and following your steps.

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lokorum · 2 months ago

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Your art so surreal, did you take inspiration from African masks it’s amazing. You have probably gotten this question before but what’s your process and how do plan these beautiful pieces out. I am a beginner artist and would like some advice on how start doing digital painting.

thank you for bringing me back from the dead with your kindness, (i was so sad today ughhhh i think watching vampire diaries starting to affect me hjkhjk), i really, really deeply thankful that you spend your time to write something so sweet (also sorry it took me literally ages to reply phphp THE USUAL)

yeah, in buryatia shamanism like the big thing, so when i went to search what's out there in the masks department - google's mess of the results for once was helpful and showed this massive collection of beautiful african masks. the one that was inspo for tiisha lived in my head rent free for weeks before the character was even born phphph now i cant even imagine her without it

(here is little tiisha for you before i'll proceed to be not helpfull phphphph)

oof advices are not my strong side , like..........my process mostly is just sleep through the whole thing i guess..........................i very rarely do sketches, i hate study anatomy and perspective, drawing cubes makes me physically sick etc etc my approach to drawing were "fuck around and find out", always about chill and fun and barely ever about learning. imho thats why im so shitty at drawing simple things but not bad at coloring. so yeah, my biggest advice always and forever will be - be gentle to yourself, please

digital or traditional or whatever else is out there, dont forget you make it for yourself and for yourself only okay? it supposed to be fun, not sad tiring and competitive

advices for digital specifically tho - very objective, apply with caution

learn all the keyboard shortcuts, ideally to press them without thinking

explore more instruments than just brush. it will be tedious��and sometimes feel like a chore so mb pick one victim once a month and browse youtube for a stuff like SECRET ULTIMATE TIPS ABOUT MAGIC WAND TOOL THAT WILL SAVE YOUR LIFE (they indeed will save your life)

check if your drawing program has artboards - turning it on will give you more freedom over canvas positioning and your refs will always be there and not in the separate window

idk about others but using auto tone, auto contrast and auto color often gives me well needed perspective on what im doing

in 99% cases be sure that you can reanimate even the most messiest artpiece you ever did. working in digital gives you the chance to mess with shapes, colors and perspective at any time so if you dont want to gave up on something - you absolutely didnt have to

from time to time while you are still learning - go out there in the wilds and search for the new brushes. tweak with them if you want. i have like ~500 and i use 6 max, but those 6 i found by at some point trying to draw with all of the 500

MADE. BACK UPS. and i mean not like save layers just in case before merging them (tho that's too will help) no, i mean click SAVE AS once an hour and create A NEW FILE. PLEASE. i lost so much stuff to sudden power outage. its never pretty and you loosing will to work for days

watch at least one tutorial about the whole rgb srgb and cmyk thing - i did, understood not a thing, but at least im not playing dora the explorer with my colors after the export now

uh idk think thats it? tried to think about those that id hope i knew when i started so hopefully something will help

have fun with your drawings!!

#mmm talking

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erenscoochdestroyerfics · 10 months ago

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Eren x Armin x Reader Friday Night Strip Poker (1)

words: 3.1k

concept: your good friends Eren and Armin are tight as thieves, and one night as you play strip poker, some tension arises and is resolved with another type of group activity...

contains: oral (f/m receiving), slightly sub!armin, slightly dom!eren, slightly domineering reader, threesome (MMF), cucking

y/n uses she/her pronouns and has female anatomy!

artwork does not belong to me, so creds to the artists!

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"You know, you look really nice in that new shirt." Eren smirks.

You are taken aback by Eren's forwardness. You, him, Armin, and Mikasa had shopped in Shiganshina Center yesterday, and you had gotten the shirt from a little boutique. It was a little black ribbed top with grey stitching. I might just have to fuck you right here, Mikasa had said when you stepped out of the dressing room, eliciting hearty laughs from Eren and Armin, and a flustered chuckle from you. There was always a little bit of homoeroticism between you and Mikasa, which is something you decided to put on the back burner when you noticed it a couple weeks before. Besides, she was in a relationship.

It was Friday, and tonight, it was date night for Mikasa and Annie, leaving you, Eren, and Armin to hang out at Eren's apartment in downtown Shiganshina. It was a perfect summer evening; the smell of food floated through Eren's open window from the restaurant below, and the bustle of the street below was faintly audible.

You guys decided to have a game night with some karaoke, and were currently playing Eren's favorite card game, Egyptian Rat-screw, which with these two stubborn boys, gets violent.

A queen of hearts was dealt, then a three of spades, then another queen.

"SANDWICH!" You all yell in unison, slamming your cards down onto the pile. Of course, Eren's card landed first. His fast reflexes were hard to compete with for you and Armin.

"Damn you, Eren!" you yell, and the three of you fall into a heap of laughter.

"More drinks?" Eren offers.

"Such a good host." You tease.

You and Armin sit cross legged watching Eren as he pads across the floor and into the kitchen to pour three glasses of piña colada mixer and add a generous amount of liquor to each.

"Thank you," Armin smiles sweetly as Eren hands him the drink. "My god Eren, bleh." Armin crinkles his nose as he tastes Eren's concoction.

You and Eren laugh softly.

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Twenty minutes later, the three of you are tipsy messes, with flushed cheeks and easily elicited laughs. There is a warmth in your stomach that usually comes with drinking, which always results in you being a little too flirtatious for your own good. And you had an idea.

"You know what we should play?" You giggle.

"What?" Eren and Armin perk up.

"Strip poker!" You announce, giving jazz hands to accompany your grand idea.

Armin crinkles his nose. "I don't know if thats a good-"

"YES," Eren interrupts, "now THAT sounds like fun!"

"Eren," Armin quickly glances to you before looking back to him, "are you sure this is a good idea-"

"PLEASE pleasepleasepleasepleas-" you playfully beg.

"Yeah, c'mon Arm', it'll be fun." Eren reasons.

"Okay, okay," Armin raises his hands in defeat. "Every time you lose a hand, something comes off, deal?"

"Deal!" You and Eren agree in unison.

You lose the first hand. And the next. Armin loses three in a row, taking off his socks and shirt. Eren loses four, stripping to only his boxers.

The thing is that it was summer, and you had worn sandals to the hangout. You didn't have two buffer losses to be used on your socks, so you were in your bra and underwear. You wish you had worn cuter underwear, but your bralette made your tits look amazing, which you reasoned made up for it.

What you don't notice at that moment is Eren and Armin's frantic exchanged glances, as Armin wiggled around trying to prevent his cock from hardening. He was lucky he still had his pants on, or it would be clear as day.

It could have been the way you were cutely sitting with your legs folded under you and your hands in your lap, accentuating your figure. Or, it could be related to the fact that Armin had harbored a crush on you for years, starting in high school and lasting through college.

All that mattered at that moment, though, was the curve of your supple thighs that Armin and Eren could practically taste, and the upward inflection of your voice when you laughed, which they both had only dreamed of hearing in a less platonic context.

Armin jumped when he looked up from his rearranging of his pants to see you staring right at him.

"Shit, you startled me," his voice grew small.

Your eyes flitted up and down his figure before a huge smile of realization creeped its way onto your face; he was getting hard!

"Armin..." you cooed, voice low and sensual; "are you..." your eyes locked onto his bulge.

"Ummmmm, uh," He stammered. "I'm... I'm sorry." He looked down.

"Don't be," You felt a familiar tingle between your legs. Whether it was flattery or plain old arousal you didn't know, but this intrigued you. More than that- you liked that he was getting hard just by seeing you in your underwear. You wanted him to be all flustered and sensitive by just looking at you; It excited you. Your next thought came bubbling up out of your subconscious like an instinct, and you immediately knew what you had to do next.

You scooted closer to him. "Armin, can I...can I see it?"

How could he resist such a polite request from such a pretty girl?

"What? Um, uh," Armin's face was beet red, and the blush was creeping down his chest. "Uh, like, d'you mean, it it?"

"Your dick." You said plainly, smiling with anticipation.

Eren looked on in entertained awe, not just at the situation, but your sudden boldness. "C'mon Armin, let's see it."

"Uhm," Armin smiled nervously. "Okay, I- I guess," He slipped his pants over his hips and his cock sprang upwards, pulling the fabric of his underwear taut. You smiled wider. He pulled them all the way off and discarded them to the side.

All of that just from seeing you? Your heart swelled with pride. You needed more.

"Can I come closer?" You earnestly awaited a response.

"Uh-" Armin glanced at Eren, before hesitantly nodding. "Mhm".

You crawled the remainder of the distance to him, keeping your eyes locked on his. Once you were in front of him, you folded your legs underneath you and looked at the bulge beneath his underwear. Not many details were visible under the fabric, but one thing was clear: he was big.

"Such a pretty cock," You muttered under your breath.

"Oh fuck," he exhaled; his dick twitching in response to your compliment.

So that's what he was in to. In hindsight, it made total sense.

You laughed sweetly. "So you're into praise, hm?"

Armin was taken aback at how quickly you figured him out, and his blush grew even deeper. "Oh, uh, I mean, I don't really kn-"

"Kiss." Eren interrupted. His voice was commanding and low- this was a side of him you hadn't seen before, but you didn't dislike it.

"Just shut up and kiss already." He cleared his throat.

Although Eren was sat about three feet away from you and Armin, his voice sounded like it was right next to you, which sent a spark of electricity to your lower stomach.

You and Armin glanced at him with surprise initially, before seeing the expression on his face. His cock was semi-hard, and his eyes were dark with lust. You looked back to Armin, whose eyes were already on your face.

You cupped his left cheek and brought your lips forward, stopping just shy of his own before closing your eyes.

A moment later, you felt him tenderly kiss your bottom lip. You reciprocated, beginning to kiss him softly. You climbed onto the edge of his lap, straddling his lower thighs, and wrapped your arms around his neck. A moment later, you felt his tongue; he was hesitant at first, but grew more confident each second that passes.

You groaned lightly.

Kissing Armin felt so fucking good; so much better than you ever would have expected. It's not like he was unattractive by any means whatsoever; in fact, he was an objectively beautiful person. You had thought about him in passing for as long as you could remember; sometimes imagining him late at night when you were alone in your room. You imagined kissing him; feeling him below you; kissing his neck; getting him hard; and making him come. But you could never let it become a full blown crush, because he was your friend. Attraction between friends is normal, you had told yourself. You just need to keep it under control. However well you managed it, you had always felt a twinge of jealously whenever he would hook up with other girls in college.

Now, you were kissing him. In real life. And it was so damn good. He kissed you like his life depended in it; like you were his one true love, and he had waited a century to taste your lips. He kissed you like you were the most precious thing in the world, and it was making you dizzy.

A minute or two later, you were sat further up his thighs than before, your hands were in his hair, and your tongue was in his mouth. His hands moved from your waist to your hips to your thighs as he played with the soft flesh.

You two hear Eren groan, unable to stop himself from audibly expressing his arousal at the sight before him.

"God, you guys, that is so. fucking. hot." Eren breathes.

Armin groans; partially in response to Eren's confession, and partially in response to the fact that you had scooted further up on his lap, to the point where the tip of his dick was pressed nicely onto your clit through the fabric your guys' underwear. You rolled your hips once, pulling another noise from each of you.

It was like that for a little bit; you and Armin swallowing each others little noises as he guided your hips in their steady rotation, while Eren sat to the side, watching slack-jawed as he palmed his dick through his boxers. The little ball of white hot pleasure in your core was starting to increase in intensity with the friction of his cock pressing against you so nicely.

"Wait, we gotta stop, I'm- ah- i'mgonnacuminmypants," Armin manages to say in one breath, the end of which tended towards a whine. He stills your hips with his hands. You stayed on his lap for a second, clinging to him while you caught your breath.

"I guess it's my turn." You hear Eren propose. Always the problem solver.

"C'mere," Eren guides you up off of Armin's lap by your forearms and leads you to his bed. You feel his mattress pressing the back of your legs, and he lays you down gently. "Come sit, Armin."

Armin comes to sit on the bed next to you as Eren climbs on top of you, with his right knee in between your thighs, pressing against you. The friction on your clit as he moves around to settle sends a jolt of electricity from your sternum to in between your legs and makes your vision fuzzy.

"Ah," you moan softly at the stimulation.

"Already?' Eren laughs devilishly. "Armin, you really got her all hot and bothered, huh."

"Uh huh," Armin responds, sounding a bit dazed from the highly aroused state that your make-out session left him in.

"Can I kiss you?" Eren speaks lowly right up against your ear. You can feel the rumble of his chest as he does, sending another dose of arousal to swim around in your lower stomach.

"Please" You lament.

From the moment your lips meet, one thing is clear. Eren Jaeger is a damn good kisser. As a kisser, he is slightly more energetic than Armin, but not at all rough. He takes his time with you, licking and swallowing you up as you come undone beneath him. He makes you go cross eyed and limp with his magic tongue, and you feel close to coming un-fucking-touched.

One of his arms moves from beside your head and cups your waist, squeezing and kneading the skin. His knee between your legs presses so nicely up against your soaking cunt that you could cry. Or die. Or both. All that you know is that you could not possibly feel better than you do in this exact moment.

It is a couple seconds later that you are proven wrong.

"Can I play with your tit?" Eren breathes.

"Mhm" Your saccharine sweet voice slides like velvet past the ears and straight to the cocks of Eren Jaeger and Armin Arlert, leaving Armin groaning next to you two as he watches intently.

With his free hand, Eren cups your tit, massaging it and swiping his finger over your hard nipple through the thin fabric of your bralette. The sensation has you squirming and writhing beneath him, as he dips down to kiss your neck. He kisses down your neck, to your chest. Then your navel, to your belly button, to your lower stomach, before stopping.

"Can I go down on you?" Eren almost whines, his voice heavy with arousal.

"Oh god yes, please." You feel like you will explode if you are not touched soon.

"Armin, kiss her and play with her tit, hm?" Eren positions himself right in front of your pussy, placing your thighs on his shoulders. He presses his nose to the wet spot on the fabric of your underwear and inhales, before groaning and releasing a string of curses under his breath. God, you smell so fucking good, he whispers before beginning to practically make out with your throbbing cunt through your underwear.

"Oh- my- god!" You moan loudly in response to Eren hungrily licking at you. You vaguely sense Armin lean over you to kiss you, more sloppily now than before, as one of his hands snakes underneath your bra to play with your nipple.

"Let's get these off, hm?" You hear Eren say. You lift your hips in response as he slides the lime green underwear down your legs.

Armin's relentless swiping of your nipple has you dripping, and his lips on yours are making a wet, sloppy kissing noise. Which sends electricity straight to Eren's dick.

Eren runs his hands up your calf and pushes your leg up and out, kissing the crook of your knee as he does so. He squeezes the flesh of your thigh for a second, slowly making his way higher, before settling into the same position he was in before, with your legs over his shoulders and his face sitting pretty between your thighs. Armin had stopped kissing you to begin licking at your right nipple, while continuing to palm the left, giving you a clear view of Eren as he gazed at your cunt, slack jawed and breathing heavy.

Me mumbled something under his breath that you couldn't quite make out, something involving pretty and god and so fucking wet. He rested his head onto your left thigh like a pillow, while reaching out with his free hand to brush his fingers along the length of your outer labia. There was stubble, since you hadn't shaved since a couple of days prior, which heightened your sensitivity to the dragging of his fingers.

You were a moaning mess at this point; Armin's relentless stimulation of your nipples and Eren's teasing right next to where you needed him most had you choking back sobs of desperation.

"Eren, please!" You whined. You needed him to touch you and you needed it now.

You heard him chuckle and were about to reiterate before feeling him lick up through your folds, starting below your entrance and landing on top of your clit.

"You're so fucking wet," he mumbled, before beginning to lick at your clit. And it felt so indescribably amazing. You felt like you were on top of the world. On top of the universe even; you felt so good and full of white hot pleasure that you would burst if you didn't start to give some of it back. So thats what you did.

With your left hand buried in Eren's hair, your right was free to give some release to the trembling blonde boy hovering over your chest who was groaning at this point. You snaked your hand in between your bodies and down his torso until you felt him, rock fucking hard, beneath your palm.

As your hand made contact with the head of his cock he gasped, shock reverberating through his whole body. This was such a strong reaction from the smallest of touches. Seeing hearing and feeling how badly he needed you had you visibly smiling.

You began to sloppily jerk him off, and he was a blubbering mess, completely unable to do anything other than fuck himself sloppily into your hand.

Eren seemed to take notice of the blonde's reaction, quickening his tongues pace. You felt the tip of his middle finger dip into you shallowly, teasing for a moment, before going deeper. Once his knuckles were flush with your hips, he began tapping the sensitive place on your upper walls. White hot pleasure flooded your veins. This was so much better than when you did it yourself- he could reach deeper than you could, and was hitting the spot so perfectly that you knew you wouldn't last for more than a minute like this.

Everything became too much- the color in the room increased in saturation, the cacophony of sound around you- from the two boys, Eren's AC, and the street outside- became a symphony. The heat in your core climbed and climbed until it reached its peak.

You cried out in ecstasy as you came, with Eren groaning into the space between your thighs in response the sweet sound of your moans, and Armin letting some whines out as well.

You felt Armin tense up and come as well from the increased stimulation from your shifting around.

Fat tears rolled down your cheeks and your legs and torso spasmed as you rode out the high- with the help of Eren, who never faltered. As the waves of pleasure began to grow less intense and further apart, Eren dipped his head up to look at your face. He looked so pretty like that, with messy hair and his mouth and nose covered in your release.

He laughed, surprised at your tear ridden cheeks. "So you're a crier huh? Or was it just that good?"

"I don't usually cry," you lament, out of breath.

Eren smiled to himself at your indirect compliment.

You turned your head to look at Armin, who had slumped down onto your shoulder.

"Was that good, Armin?" You lightly patted the top of his head.

"M-hm." He nodded lightly.

Eren sat back onto his calves, which revealed his still rock hard cock pulling the fabric of his boxers taut.

"We gotta do something about that, huh?" You quipped.

"We don't have to, its okay-" he began.

"I want to." You gazed at him through your eyelashes.

"She's right, Eren." Armin piped in. "Let us help you."

You and Armin shared a knowing glance, before sitting up.

"This is going to be a long night isn't it." Eren muttered darkly.

"Yes it is." You said as you climbed onto his lap, with Armin close behind you to watch.

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Note: Okay this was a little rushed towards the end, but it was getting way too long for one part, so I guess this is part one of the Eren x Armin x Reader Friday night fun one shot!!

Also the use of Arm as a nickname for Armin is so unserious but I thought it was hilarious.

Anywaysss hope u like!

#eren x reader #attack on titan #armin x reader #eren jaeger #eren jeager x reader #armin arlert #armin arlet x reader #eren x armin #eren x armin x reader #eren smut #armin smut

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crowborn666-nsfw · 1 year ago

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Spring Fever

Hawks x Reader

Tags: whiny Keigo, biting/marking, reader has AFAB anatomy, riding, breeding press, one mention of birth control pills,

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“(Y/nnnn).” Met your ears as you answered Keigo’s phone call. Your eyebrows rose in surprise, swallowing down your drink before speaking.

“What’s wrong, baby?”

“Need youuu.”

“Oh Kei.” You breathed, glancing at the clock, “Your patrol’s almost over, yeah? Can you hold out til you get home?”

“I think so…” Keigo spoke pitifully.

“Alright, you go be everyone’s hero, and when you get home I’ll be yours, how’s that sound?”

“Promise?”

“I promise.”

“Okay. See you soon.”

The call ended, and you immediately set about preparing for Keigo to get home.

Keigo got home quickly, as the door opened five minutes earlier than it usually did.

“Lovebird?”

“In the bedroom dear.”

You could hear him shucking off his boots, and by the time he had gotten to the bedroom doorway he had pulled off his jacket and gloves.

His face was flushed upon seeing you, and he all but fell into the bed as you moved to be rid of the rest of his clothes.

As Keigo’s back met the mattress, he finally took notice of the lacy underclothing you wore, a lazy grin forming on his face as he ran his fingers over the red lace.

“You like it?” You asked, rubbing circles into his shoulders that most surely ached from the day.

“Yeah.” Keigo groaned appreciatively, tugging you down in order to reach your skin, kissing and biting at your neck. He plucked at the edge of your bra with his teeth, hands resting comfortably at the small of your back.

“C’mere.” You hummed, urging him to kiss you as your hips pressed to his, gently grinding down in small circle motions.

Keigo broke the kiss with a whine as you moved just right. “Need you… oh fu—please! Please please please.”

“Okay okay.” You hushed him gently, kissing his forehead as you moved to help him remove your underwear and bra. You were quick to tug his pants down, giving him a look of sympathy at his small whines and pleas.

Spring was the hardest time of the year for him, it amazed you that he could do hero work at all with you in the back of his mind.

You positioned yourself above him, carefully sinking down with a groan leaving your throat. Keigo on the other hand was a moaning, whining, flushed mess. His skin was red, sweat and hair sticking to his brow as his hands found your hips, squeezing to try and ground himself.

“Y-You’re on the pills right?” Keigo asked, a slight look of panic crossing his features, as if the thought just crossed his mind.

“Yes, I am, baby. Don’t worry.”

Keigo nodded, whining in earnest as he bucked his hips upward with a small “please…”.

You were quick to start moving up and down on his cock with a steady pace, hands bracing yourself on his chest.

“Like this, Kei?”

“Yes!” Keigo moaned, head thrown back, eyes shut, brows pinched. He was panting as if he had just run a marathon, his moans pitching. “(Y/n), I’m—!”

“It’s okay baby, I can go all night for you. Just let go love.”

Keigo released then, a high pitched moan leaving his throat as he dumped his load into you, hands pawing at your hips. He chanted your name, his hips stuttering as they continued to buck upwards, and you moved at a slower pace, helping ride out his orgasm.

Soon you both settled, panting in tandem with each other.

“Feel better, love? Do we need to go again?”

Keigo nodded, and then quickly flipped you onto your back. “Yeah,” his hands found the back of your knees, “just need,” he pushed your legs up, setting them on his shoulders, “a better angle.”

You moaned at the new angle, feeling his cock hit all the right spots as your back arched. Keigo wasted no time in moving once your hips began to move against him, a few grunts leaving him with his thrusts.

You blinked up at him, seeing those golden eyes holding a lustful fire behind them.

“‘M all yours, Kei dear.” You spoke, reaching up to tug him down. Keigo wasted no time in pressing deep kisses to your mouth, trailing his lips down your jaw and to your neck where he began biting down hard enough to make marks.

You sang your praises for him, listening to him whine and moan and grunt with each thrust into you.

Your back arched off the bed again as your release hit you like a freight train, hands digging into Keigo’s hair as you moaned his name. Keigo bit down into your shoulder, muffled his whiny moan as his orgasm chased him down.

His hips stuttered, whines leaving him with each one as he panted into your neck.

“Feel better?” You asked him, trailing your fingers through his hair.

“Yeah…” he sighed, pulling out of you with kisses left on your jaw. “You know what sounds good?”

“Hm?”

“A hot bath.”

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