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xhoneygirlxx · 10 months ago

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rated r: contains smut

warnings: plus sized fem reader. ethnicity/skin tone is not mentioned. eddie is a perv. pet names used.

*not proofread, ignore any mistakes plz or I’ll cry*

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Eddie Munson loves to eat you out, specifically after a long work day. Now don’t get it twisted, he would eat you out any chance you got, but there was just something so special about a day long pussy.

It first started one day on a cold winter day, the two of you cuddled up on the couch watching some movie you had been wanting to see, when he noticed. Eddie didn’t say anything but he quickly noticed that warmth was radiating from in between your legs.

So warm in fact, he excused himself to the bathroom just to run his hands under cold water, when he returned he asked if he could put them in between your legs, ya know for warmth. That was the day Eddie found out that you carried a certain heat not a lot of people did.

When he came to you about it, he asked you as respectfully as he could. You shook you head and laughed, telling him since the plushness of your thighs and the fat of your pussy don’t have much of a gap between them, heat just radiates down there.

Despite you telling him that it’s not uncommon, most woman have heat coming from this area, it still didn’t stop his brain from short circuiting.

That was the start of his obsession, which was only made worse after you came home one day from a walk around the park trail with Robin. You had been gone most of the day, leaving him whining and whimpering like a puppy with neediness.

When you walked in, he practically pounced on you, begging to put his mouth on you. You told him no, not until you showered off. He pouted like a child, moaning and groaning about how unfair it was.

You had to essentially sit him down, tell him because you of the heat that comes from those crevices, well it could get really sweaty after a long day. The whole time he salivated imagining the salty taste of your skin and the sweet taste of your cunt.

After that day, Eddie was bound to eat you out especially after a long shift. He had become successful after he promised yo stop the minute you said so - which he always did.

That day he drowned himself between your thighs, pulling orgasm after orgasm from your wet cunt. He was like a man possessed, refusing to come up for a breath of air just for another taste of you.

From that day forward you let him eat you out any time he wanted, especially after a specifically long hard day.

You were pressed into the mattress, Eddie’s hands wrapped around the fat of your thighs leaving an imprint on the skin. He had been going at it for what felt like forever, sweat soaking your skin and the sheets wet underneath your ass from all the releases he pulled from you.

“S’fuckin’ good. Taste s’good, baby.” Eddie voice is muffled from the fat of your thighs.

Pornographic slurping rings out into the room, vibrating off the walls. Your chest heaves, fingers white knuckled as they twist the sheets under you.

Eddie pulls off your clit with a pop before resting his nose in the small bush of hair on your mound.

“I like when you don’t shave babe, makes the smell last longer”, he had once told you. From that day forward you always kept a good amount of hair not only for his perverted satisfaction, but also your own.

You take this time to allow your thighs to ease up, letting them fall slightly to relax. Before you can say whine and buck your hips up, Eddie’s letting out a loud inhale from where his nose is buried in the short curling hair.

“Fuck I love that smell.” Is all he offers before he’s burying his face back into your pussy.

You can’t even form words or chastise him for being gross, not when your pussy is growing wetter by the second and your brain cant even form words.

You moan loudly, head thrashing back and forth after a particularly harsh suck of your swollen clit. Eddie isn’t any better, he moans loudly against your cunt and busies his hips faster against the mattress.

“I could do this all day, baby. Shit- I could die between these legs with my face in this fat pussy.”

His words are spurring not only yourself on but him as well. You begin to right his mouth, jerking every so often the closer you get to your release. Eddie is in the same boat, his hips are beginning to stutter and you know he’s holding off so you can cum together.

“Yes baby, fuck my face. Fucking Christ- I love it when you use me, s’hot.”

You don’t even need to beg, you’re cumming loud and hard, back arched off of the mattress. Eddie is right behind you, a loud groan and the stiffening of his hips lets you know that he came without being touched, the messed in his boxers to be worried about later.

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nerdieforpedro · 1 year ago

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Sard'ika Sessions

Session Three

Din Djarin x plus size female reader

Fanfiction 18+

Sard'ika Sessions Masterlist / Main Masterlist / Din Djarin/The Mandalorian Masterlist

Word Count: approx 4k

Summary: The longing is hitting our session partners pretty hard. Training paid off - somewhat. An unintentional action in haste leads to a moment of tenderness. Our Mandalorian is considering his options for how things can proceed and says what he can do if he's given a set amount of time.

Warnings: Consensual sexual activity, Toy use, longing, angst if you squint, Din working, jealous Din, douche man, anal sex, HANDS, temperature play, unprotected P in V (wrap it up in real life peeps), grinding, beskar use, praise kink, cum worship, cum eating, slight pregnancy kink, Din is a man with a plan

Notes: At a certain point in this chapter, there's a potentially upsetting action that happens. In writing this out both in my notebook and typing it out, I wanted to include it because I think it's important when partners are exploring each other sexually that mishaps may happen. It's pretty important how they navigate it together and move forward while continuing to respect their boundaries.

If you think you might not be okay with exploring that, then I wouldn't recommend reading this chapter.

Special Thanks to Special Space beta buddy: @morallyinept

No package came and neither did a holomessage. It had been three weeks since you’d last seen Din. Since his hands had roamed your skin, since you had tasted him in your throat, he carefully stretched your ass and felt his tongue between your legs. Your thoughts were running wild, not only with the memory of your last session but what you two spoke about after or rather what was unsaid. It was clear that there was something between the two of you, maybe that’s why he really had chosen you for these ‘sessions’ as you’ve grown to call them. Work at the guild had been the same, different bounty hunters passing through, some you knew, others you didn’t and likely wouldn’t see again.

At home you’d gotten accustomed to the third anal plug within a few days of Din’s last visit so you had to decide between the dildos. One was glass and the other a firm, but pliable material, its name escaped you. It was now your routine to come home and remove your skirt and panties to practice while leaving your shirt and vest on, it made you think of the small back room where Din utilized those solid hands of his to pull orgasms from you.

There were times you hoped he would show up as he did that day and follow you again, except this time he may use the cock you were able to touch the last time. It made you chuckle that the only parts of this man you’ve touched are his hands and dick. Slowly inserting the spongy dildo after coating it in lube proved easy, but advancing it was where the issue was. You tried the angle and that hurt so you paused on that.

The next day using the clear glass dildo to glide across your slick folds. It was becoming easier to be wet with just the thought of him, your Mandalorian. Was he really just yours? He could be with others and you’d neve know but the small thought that he might only be with you had a fire churn in your core, assisting the glass appendage at your entrance slip past your folds. It was a stretch, more than two of his fingers, it stung but the cooling sensation of the glass eased it. It did prove difficult to move as your pussy decided it wanted to hold onto it and not let go. Panic set it for a few moments, but when you relaxed, you were able to pull it back out. Falling back on the bed had you staring at the ceiling, curious that if you can’t get these objects to fit inside of you and tolerate them moving, how would you handle his penis? “I may be in trouble for this next session…I’ll have to keep working at it. I hope I can. I don’t want him to be disappointed.” The truth was you didn’t want to be disappointed either, after tasting it, you wondered what it would be like to have the tip of his cock touching your cervix.

The Mandalorian had completed his first task, visiting his son and getting updates from the Jedi training him, Luke Skywalker. Things seemed to be going well. He was able to drop a few things off for Grogu and then start on his bounties. The first one was simple, a bail jumper who once caught went on the slab for transport. The second was the recovery of a family heirloom supposedly. Din didn’t understand how some ridiculous little orb would be so important but that was his client’s wish. He found it, but of course it’s in the belly of some big, angry, stinky, violent creature.

After having his beskar covered in some sticky orange goo, was able to use his pulse rifle to paralyze the monster since its hide proved too tough, stick his boot on its jaw to keep its mouth open and give three shots of his rifle into it. The orb was slightly cracked, but still whole. He figured that was better than nothing. Once back on the ship, he set to carefully removing his armor and setting it out, not looking forward to cleaning it for once. Usually armor maintenance was relaxing for him but not with this much gunk attached to his beskar. Din stepped into the refresher and let the water roll down his sore body. He wondered if you were washing yourself as well.

The search and subsequent hunt for the creature had taken longer than he had thought and he was three days late for his session with you. Now even if he pushed the Razor Crest to its limit, the soonest he would get back would be within the next three days. He decided the best move would be to deliver the orb and the bail jumper to the guild and on the way, he could catch up on sleep and be well rested. This was a good plan, but like many of Din’s plans, it had to change when he arrived at the guild after three weeks.

The Mandolorian strolled into the Guild on Navarro scanning the main area for you. He could usually spot you near one of the reception desks or the small bar that was off to the side, that let bounty hunters congregate and form teams if needed. Usually, they just compared jobs, bragged and tried to out drink each other. The far end of the bar was your usual spot and you were there, though some leather clad man appeared to be in your personal space. It’s not like the two of you had discussed what went on outside of your sessions together and just because he was paying, it didn’t mean you were obligated to share any more than what happened when you agreed to meet. Despite being part of one of the most feared groups across the galaxies, Din was still a man with feelings. This put him at odds with himself because he found when he acted on his feelings, it made his life much more difficult.

Still, it didn’t stop him from walking up behind the man and clenching his fists when he heard him ask you when your shift ended. You responded that it would depend on how things are at work today and he would likely be on his next job then so not to worry about it. Were you considering meeting this man? Working out logistics with him? Maybe because he was week late, you’d be fine getting credits from another who’d show up on time.

“She has other plans. None of which are your concern. You may want to pick up a job or two. Your jacket looks like the hide of a blerg.” Din seethed, putting one of his hands on his blaster at his wide and tapping it. The man didn't think that he’d really do anything knowing that they’re in a crowded place, when Din saw that he wasn’t moving, he grabbed his arm and used his other hand to remove a knife from his belt.

“I’m about to ensure you have other plans as well.” You were shocked and concerned at your joy in the moment. Din had returned, albeit a week late. This leather guy in question had been by in the last few days picking up a few jobs and half-ass doing them. He qualified for his credits but was working himself onto a ‘do not use’ list quickly for sloppy work. He kept trying to hit on you and you’d gently refuse his advances.

He wasn’t good at his job which was a major turn off. This man was not a highly effective and professional bounty hunter who had a small green adorable boy. Nor did he have hands that you had pictured non-stop for three weeks. He’s just some dude. You asked ‘Mando’ to let him go and shooed the man away, finally left with just Din himself.

“I take it things took an unexpected turn while off world? You’re late.” You saw Din relax and take the man’s seat next to you. You swiveled on your stool to face him, you weren’t angry, bounty hunting is unpredictable in its nature. You were just glad he came back safe, though what could have delayed him?

“The second task, the actual bounty, was much more difficult than I anticipated. And a lot messier. I wanted to ensure that I was well-rested and thoroughly cleaned for our next session.” His answer was true, he wanted to ensure that he was at his best when he met you next. Din found himself with a sense of heightened expectation as the sessions continued with you. The thrill of exploring your malleable body, molding you, still retaining your kindness toward him despite pushing your boundaries every time.

“I see. The next shift should be here within the next hour. Then I’ll meet you at my home. Until then.” Placing your hand over his gloved one was enough for now, it affirmed that he was back in front of you and that later would be coming as promised. Din squeezed your fingertips and nodded. He spoke with an attendant at the counter and submitted the item for his bounty and left, stealing a glance at you before he did.

You weren’t sure where exactly he went before came to your house that evening, but you made sure you were wearing another green slip, sitting on the couch. Your eyes were closed, listening out for his heavy footsteps. You didn’t hear them yet and your body was tense, palms pressing into your thighs. It was when you were listening to the rush of blood between your ears that their crunch hit your ears and you stood. Putting on a simple white robe, you tied it and stood before the door, waiting until he knocked. Despite knowing that you’re waiting for him, he knocked and asked if he could come in. Ever polite your Mandalorian was.

Din entered with three black bags this time. He thanked you and walked in, setting one large one on the counter and making his way to your bedroom to place the other two on your bed. He returns to your small living room after removing his gloves and setting them on your nightstand. His hands reach for your face first. It had been three long weeks before he could feel the warmth of your skin and the plushness of your flesh. Before long, your robe was on the floor along with your slip. He hadn’t said a word yet, just soft humming as his hands roamed your body, he wanted to make sure he hadn’t forgotten any stretch marks, hairs, crevices and moles you had. In his frustration he had to re-learn the landscape of your wide hips and breasts, your moans had him press his helmet to your forehead. His hands finally pause on your ass, your moans soften with the slowed touch of his hands. “Sard’ika. I’ll place you on the bed. Which item did you use for your cunt?” His voice was strained, similar to how he was during the first session. No, Din knew it was even worse than that. At that time, he hadn’t known your body or heard the noises it makes as he touched it, the sounds you make as he does. He has that knowledge and has been thinking about it for too long without putting it back into practice.

He bent down and put his hands behind your knees, lifting you and carrying you to the bed. The first time you had protested, but you knew better now. Din set you on the edge of the bed and went into one of the bags he had brought in, it was a slightly larger glass dildo than the one he had sent to you for practice. Crouching before you, his forearms spread your legs as he peered into your wet slit. “Din, I used both dildos. I-” He did not allow you to finish. His fingers were circling your clit as he waved the glass to and fro on your wet opening, coating it in your own slick. He began to insert it slowly, keeping his visor trained on your face and reaction. He had a third of the dildo in before he stopped, seeing your chest rise and fall quickly but he hadn’t heard any painful screams or groans. Only increasing moans, this gave him reprieve as he did not want to cause you harm and told him that you had indeed been using them. The bounty hunter began moving the dildo slowly in and out of you, the cool glass acting as a balm to the stretch it was giving you. His thumb and pointer finger alternated between pinching your clit and rubbing it as he speed increased.

“Mesh’la despite the wait you continued to prepare for me. We will make good use of your work.” Abruptly he stops moving the dildo but doesn’t remove it. “Roll over and get on all fours Sard’ika” While you move slowly to do so, trying to not to lose the dildo that slips as you turn over, Din carefully removed his boots, thigh and shin guards and the bottom of his flight suit with codpiece. When you’re in position and the dildo is only a fourth of the way in, he carefully pushes it back in. You look back and see that he’s only in armor from the waist up. Is this when it happens? When he’s inside of you with his cock?

Not quite, you feel his hands spread your ass and jelly coat your small ring of muscle. It appears he’ll start with the back and then maybe your front later. But that didn’t happen either. He inserted the largest size of anal plug, the third one inside, pumping it slowly, but not too deep, just so the small loop would be exposed for later removal. What was removed was the glass dildo, with a loud pop and a ‘dank farrik’ from your lips. Din laughed and massaged your asscheek. “Such language Sard’ika. I suspect you wanted something else based on my state of exposure.” Din used his unoccupied hand to guide the tip of his weeping dick slide against your cunt, it made you flinch - he hadn’t entered you yet. “Such a wonderful view you’ve provided me. Thank you mesh’la.” Both of his hands ran down your back and returned to your hips and slowly he entered you, though you remained stiff. It was a concern for the Mandalorian and he paused. “Sard’ika?”

You thought you’d prepared enough, stretched yourself enough and foolishly imagined that since it would be his flesh instead of glass or the silicone that he’d fit. After all, he’s clearly a man, well from the parts of him you’ve seen. Such arrogance on your part was rewarded with pain. Your head was tucked toward your chest and he was calling you, but if you opened your mouth you’d scream and not like you had been. He shouldn’t hear such a noise from you. It’s only supposed to be pleasurable things and sounds. Your hands have balled into fists and your body is rigid. “Sard’ika?” is all that you heard in increasing volume and what you’d describe as worry as he continued to reach you.

Damn it all Maker, what had he done? He knew that she had been working with the items he had given her, that much was certain. This was not supposed to happen. As far from the goal as possible. Din was frozen. He didn’t want to move in case he caused you more pain, but he also knew that in order for it to stop, he would need to. His concern and guilt was mounting as he watched your body, your softness was lost to him. You were immobile. Inching back, Din removed himself from you, moved to your side and pulled you to face him. He needed you to talk to him. It was the silence that was bothering him most. “Please Sard’ika speak to me.” His calloused hands cupped your cheeks, your eyes took a minute to register that you were looking into his visor. Your delicate fingers landed on his vambraces, exhaling the breath you held.

“I-I’m sorry I couldn’t fit you Din.” Your voice was barely above a whisper, your eyes closed. You have failed him and yourself. You wanted him inside of you, you did. But he was just too much, he’d find someone else who could handle him. You’d only ever see him at the Guild now if you were lucky. “I did try, I’m just-” His thumb ran along your lips as he shook his head.

“Mesh’la please. Do not blame yourself. I did not prepare you properly. You’ve done so well for me.” His voice was so reassuring. You weren’t sure if you fully believed him, but he then held you against his breastplate, the beskar calmed you. Though you did feel his erection still present. He hadn’t been fully satisfied, reaching down, your hand wrapped around his length and started palming it. A quiet moan escaped his helmet and he lifted your hand away from his hardness. “Are you sure you want to continue this session Sard’ika? Do not feel obligated to do so. I have harmed you, though unintentionally.” Shaking your head, you moved it from his breastplate to his helmet.

“I want to continue Din. You didn’t mean to hurt me. It’s just something I’ll have to work on for next time. Please, I want to make you feel as good as you made me feel earlier.” Your eyes are reflected in his visor, they’re watery but determined. “Tell me what you want Din. How can I satisfy you?” You felt his body tense at the question for a moment before he sat up and grabbed a pillow. “Din?” He hasn’t answered you yet, picking up a second pillow and appeared to be weighing each pillow against each other.

“That’s not important Sard’ika. Lift your hips, I’ll need to use both. Your pillows are on the soft side. We’ll need firmer ones from now on. I’ll need to find some.” Turning onto your back and pressing your feet into the mattress to help. The tilt of his helmet indicated that your hips may not be high enough so he slid part of the pillows that he had stacked on top of each other. Hands clamped on both sides of your hips and lifted them with little effort, pushing the pillows where he wanted them with his knees before setting your hips gently down on them. “Is this comfortable for you? Would one pillow be better for you Sard’ika?”

One hand stayed steady on your hips while the other trailed up your soft belly, fully exposed for him as your breasts shifted up toward your chin. He was humming again, you knew that meant he was pleased. Your position wasn’t uncomfortable, just different with your hips that high, you took a pillow from above your head and moved it under your head. His hand left your stomach and ran down your right leg, lifting it and extending it into the air before bending it at your knee and placing it on his shoulder, above his pauldron. The cool sensation of his beskar made your lips part with a hiss, Din’s erection grazed your thigh, its heat contrasted with his armor.

“I’m comfortable enough Din. Please try again. Please.” You asked of him, covering his hand with yours to let him know, truly it’s alright. His helmet turned from side to side, his hips moved forward to drag his cock across your slit, the visor pressed against your calf, Din had you so close, yet he knew he was already on thin ice with his creed, given how much of his beskar he had removed already. Despite your pleas, the warrior could not forge ahead in what you asked of him. Not yet.

Not yet is what he told himself the last time he left your home. But he would attempt something else, something he hadn’t done for quite a while since he had first gone to pleasure houses decades ago and was still new to a woman’s body.

“Sard’ika, I have found that this can be pleasurable for us both.” Din started moving himself back and forth, the wetness of your folds. So painfully slow, your hand squeezed his to let him know it was okay to go faster, you needed more friction. Your Mandalorian complied with quickening slaps of his pelvis to yours, leaning over your body as he moved, your hand left his and reached to take hold of his shoulder to help press your bodies together faster. It felt so different from when you rode his beskar before, his throbbing member leaked pre-cum onto your stomach, smearing it on your lower belly. Din bent your leg further back as he tipped his upper body forward to keep his cock on your folds and between both your bellies.

“Mark me again Din. Coat me.” Making sure to focus your eyes on his visor, your mouth agape as you whimpered. The bounty hunter was attempting to hold on, to keep from spilling over your stomach so soon, but the eye contact had him thrusting against your cunt sloppily, hitting your clit every so often before he launched thick ropes of his seed onto your stomach. The heat from his cum, made your core quiver to coat his cock as he gave a few more pumps and leaned against your right leg to steady himself.

Two of your fingers trailed through his spent on your stomach, rubbing it before you scooped it and brought it to your lips, flicking your tongue through the sticky substance. A deep moan left your chest as Din watched, “Dank farrik, you taste so good.” Could he convince you to follow him to the RazorCrest? Where you could be ready and waiting for him. So he wouldn’t have to wait so long to touch you and see what new levels the two of you could achieve together. No, not yet, he told himself again. His calluses ran up and down the length of your thigh he still held to his chest, not willing to let go.

“Mesh’la I’ll need two days with you, in your home. I will make you ready for me I promise. No work, just us together learning and feeling.” Finally he set your leg down and placed his hands behind your back pulling you forward to meet his visor, your forehead softly touching his helmet. “Give me that. Give me more of you.” Your arms wrapped around his neck as did your legs on both sides of his muscular thighs. The plumpness he craved encasing him, if it didn’t mean he’d have to separate from you temporarily, he’d remove the rest of his armor save for his helmet. Pads of his fingertips graved your back, massaging it, you cooed and nodded.

After holding you in his lap and rocking you gently for what seemed to be an hour, but was really closer to ten minutes, Din finally let you go and he sat at the end of the bed. You went to the bathroom and ran some water, to wipe him down but he held up his hand in a refusal. He wanted to keep your scent on him as long as possible. You giggled and patted your stomach to signify the same. For a moment Din wondered what you’d look like pregnant despite that being an impossibility given his current state. He assisted you in cleaning the toys and you walked him to the front door. “I look forward to being trapped by you Din. Until next time.”

The Mandalorian wondered who was really trapping who now.

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megalo224 · 3 days ago

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How would you suggest to learn art? I currently am only able to draw heads not very well but I try and I'm very inspired by your art, do you have any suggestions or tips?

look at ur favs and try to draw like them! when i wanted to start taking art more seriously i was copying frames off cuphead and the sonic mania intro by eye and eventually i made some art friends who i wanted to draw JUST like. and i basically tried to adopt the artstyles that inspired me during whatever era of my life at the time but naturally my own swag shined through and after many years and inspo from so many different things, i draw the way i do now, and am still striving to get better! so what im saying is legit to just look at ur favorite artists and try to do what theyre doing, study ppls styles copy art by eye for practice, try to push yourself to try new stuff. pushing yourself sucks a lot because it can be quite a demotivator when you try to do something cool but you dont see what you quite hoped but thats experience!

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wear ur inspirations on ur sleeve! some of my fav artists that have inspired me a lot in the past 2 years are bobobazarra, marcoggers on twitter, vintdoo, dakidavekat, evilsk8r, deppa, mettaflix. and those are only just a few! i could literally go on naming people for hours. dont be afraid to proudly shout abt what or who who inspires ur stuff!

when it comes to hard practice and studies, if youre willing to get into certain techniques u can try looking into ways to break down the body, like boxing out stuff like the torso and pelvis and stuff like that to use as construction. to me when the mood would strike me when i was starting out, doing figure studies and copying poses i found on google was smth id do for like 30 mins to an hour, even if they were terrible it was just fun to draw them and move on to the next. and it was experience! even if it didnt feel like it at the time. like, doing something like copying a buncha hands for fun creates a mental library for ur brain to pick from to help make whatever unique hand youre trying to make for your art. its all experience! so do it when you feel up to it!

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and overall just try to have fun, if you find yourself frustrated enough to feel hopeless about art then just try to take a step back and come back later or draw whatever makes you happy. but when youre able to take on challenge and pushing yourself always try to, and try to have fun and keep in mind that what youre doing is gonna shoot your stuff to the stars and that u just gotta keep going. and get pinterest! that shit helps out a fuckton both with creative inspiration and art studies and practicing and tips.

------------------------------------------ also keep in mind everything ive said here is just my personal experience and whats worked for me. everybody works differently with art. something that changed my perspective a lot was meeting one of my favorite artists last year, and asking for advice because i was going through horrible art block and self worth issues. i was going crazy copying peoples art in my sketchbooks trying to figure out what others understood that it felt i couldnt, trying to figure out what was missing. i was super desperate for improvement and it felt like i was improving so slowly compared to others with the same amount of years spent drawing as

i. so when i asked this artist what they did to study stuff, they told me they barely even did studies on anatomy and whatever. which was crazy to me because it felt like they had such a grasp on that kinda thing and stylized it so well. that didnt make me stop studying though but it made me worry about everything way less, because it made me realize you just gotta do what you feel is right and what you feel is truly pushing you, but most importantly have fun doing it. it made me realize art wasnt this rigid ass process where i was breaking rules or not eating enough art veggies. so with that, i accepted myself and i moved forward continuing to push myself but not worrying as much about improvement right away, just have fun and do studies and shit as i went when i wanted to, and give myself a little push to strive for stuff just a bit crazier than what i felt i was capable of.

everyone is different, theres some artists that start from the feet up or start drawing a body from the shoulder its crazy. but its not because its objectively better to do that, its just how they draw. some artists do full sketch constructions for bodies, some artists do everything from eye. im sure theres some that switched from doing everything from eye to wanting to do construction for bodies and stuff, and vice versa. they did what worked for them, but what makes ppl rly improve is simply that they have fun in the process and strive to push themselves, thats the most important thing, or at least thats my perspective on it at this current point in my life.

so do what you feel is right, have fun, try different techniques out, try different stuff that you feel will help you, keep being inspired.

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best of luck to u, sorry for yapping kinda a lot and thank u a ton for the kind words!

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dirtytransmasc · 2 years ago

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do you have any ao'nung and tsireya bonding w their new brother, spider, hcs?? <3

I had almost finished writing this post out, and then my computer died, and I wanna scream. anyway

both siblings are good kids, so when their parents take spider in and tell them to treat him as one of their own, they do it. spider is their baby brother (we don't know ao'nung or tsireya's ages, so they might be younger, but I don't care, spider's the baby of the family as far as I'm concerned) from the second he's brought into their home

tsireya is the sweet supportive sister from the very beginning, she loves having another baby brother to coddle and annoy (cause that's what big sisters are good for). ao'nung is the pain in the ass big brother who would die before someone harms a hair on his head.

tsireya is the empathetic, emotional protector sibling; she helps keep him grounded, gives him a rock to hold onto when he can't go to their parents, since his sort of parental trauma doesn't just go away easy, no amount of proper parenting with undo it, so sometimes he needs someone in his corner when his mind gets the best of him. ao'nung is more of physical protector, he makes sure no one messes with his baby brother, that he takes care of himself, and that he doesn't push himself too far.

tsireya is normally the one who follows him when he sulks off, and it always works out the same way; she goes to find him, sits next to him without saying a word, and then waits for him to fall against her before she wraps her tail around him. sometimes she starts humming or singing, sometimes they talk, other times they just sit and listen to the water or the forest. he feels safe to just feel and react and cry when he's with her.

ao'nung is his partner in crime, they're attached at the hip, constantly butting heads, and always ready for chaos. ao'nung taught spider everything he knows about their culture, diplomacy, leadership, and mischief; so not only are they good at pissing each other off, but they're good at breaking havoc against any poor unfortunate soul, and getting away with it (they're best friends and it shows)

when spider first joins the village, but was not yet adopted, tsireya tries to be kind and welcoming, as she did with the sully's joining the village. ao'nung does the same, in the way that he treats spider like he did the sully's; he antagonizes cause he's a stupid teenager. he hits a sore spot fast and see's spiders true nature very quickly. he thought that spider was a relatively well-rounded kid like him, thought he could take a couple jabs here and there, he didn't know how badly he had been alienated his whole life, so the few stabs at spider's human nature revealed how sad and anxious he was, how hard he tried to fit in. he's pretty protective after that, so you can only imagine how he reacted when he found out how spider was treating himself, and how he was being treated by the sully's after neteyam's death.

when spider goes through his mental and physical burnout, its ao'nung that won't leave his side; he practically force feeds him when he won't eat, is constantly offering him water, watching him sleep, forcing him to clean himself up. he makes sure he won't lose another brother (spider's body gave out during the clean up of the battle, ao'nung subsequently witnessed it, and after losing neteyam, it made him feel a certain type of way).

ao'nung and tsireya were the first people to get spider to smile again.

spider brings out tsireya's competitive streak, they always have some sort of petty bet going on between them; who can finish chores first, who can piss off ao'nung first, etc.

ao'nung and spider, no matter how they present themselves, are fair, intelligent, competent leader's. they are s perfect duo when it comes to helping tonowari maintain the village during the war times and they're are constantly surprising everything everyone with how serious they can be at times.

spider likes to show his siblings his live by making them things or doing their hair. he likes quiet time with his loved ones.

ao'nung and spider are a mirror image of neteyam and lo'ak respectively, and it makes them both a little sad, and it chills the Sully's to their cores.

when they sleep together as a family, the kids sleep between their parents, with spider in the very middle, cause they all know that boy needs all the cuddles.

#my mind is in an angsty gutter today #most of these are kidna sad #oops #I also feel like this are kinda subpar #my brain is super slow today #I'm probably gonna make another one eventually #cause I had to force these #anyway #spider socorro #miles spider socorro #miles socorro #avatar spider #spider avatar #aonung #tsireya #spider tonowari'itan #hi'i'tsyil te fkew'weopx tonowari'itan

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mochikeiji · 4 years ago

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Kinktober Day 5: Little Too Much

↠ Pairing: Sakusa Kiyoomi x Reader

↠ Warning: SMUT! Dacryphilia, overstimulation, soft!Sakusa, squirting, missionary.

↬ Word Count: 1.8k

⇢ Day 5: Dacryphilia

Obsessive with cleaning was one factor you can claim to describe Sakusa Kiyoomi. Everyone knew that and respected that, he was a clean man, afraid of getting sick. Pretty normal as long as he keeps himself decent and hygienic.

People only knew a few things Sakusa is fond of; Cleaning and Volleyball. Two things to be exact. The word "obsessive" fits him in a way where his eyes would look at these two hobbies of his with the kind of glimmer no one receives from the spiker. Some even wish they were those two things in the next life if it meant earning the adoring looks of Sakusa. Some would kill for the spot you were gifted with.

"Obsessive" is another word to perfectly describe on how Sakusa looks and treats you. Doubting this relationship from the start, you didn't expect much skin ship or even small affections like linking your pinkies together by him. You sadly thought that this dreamland you had with him would come to an end soon thinking he wouldn't exert much of an effort in this. But dear, you were so wrong. So wrong to think that he wouldn't pull you close to his body at night and glue himself to you, that he loves how your fingers would thread through his curly hair and stroke his back after practice. How he became addicted to only your touches in such way that made him come loose of his own shell.

He was just as in love as you were. He loved the fact he was able to cage you in his arms at night to snuggle onto your smaller frame, he loved how you became used to his habitual cleaning and started to join him, he loved that you understood him and still pushed yourself to give him all the affection he thought he never wanted. In the end, he became very much obsessed with it all.

"Omi!!"

Every little thing you had to offer inside of you; the cute mewls, grinding of your hips to meet with his pistoning cock, the way your hands would weakly push his chest away. He loved it a little bit too much.

"P-please! Slow-ah, down!"

The germaphobic male no longer feared anything dirty that much. In fact, he slowly came to thought that it wasn't so bad if he gets to see such reactions from you. That he'd get to feel this fucking good sliding deep inside of your tight cunny.

His own eyes watches the way his cock would slide back in your struggling walls. Even if he was soaking with your own wetness, you still couldn't fit him in without slowing himself to inch forward. But his patience were tested when he saw small bits of tears streamibg down your face while you were left open mouthed to his impressive length. He didn't know to himself when he slammed back in whole and saw your eyes roll back while your head fell back, he would yearn to see it all of that again.

Lifting your left leg up, he places it as it trembles onto his shoulder. The way you looked at him almost terror with the vulnerable position you were in was delicious. He had all control with his hands placed firmly on your hips and his cock stilled inside of you half way. Giving you small amount of mercy and watches you make a mess out of yourself.

"Omi, too much.."

As he slowly leaned forward, his cock follows along. The shaking of your thighs went wild, it curled your toes feeling so stuffed and small by him at the same time. You couldn't stop yourself from moaning out a broken sob with your legs trying to push him away and close them to protect your already oversensitive cunt, your hands that covered you mouth were pinned to each side of your head, meeting with hot breathing fanned over your face and his lips ghosting ever so slightly on your lips.

Sakusa hums quietly while maintaining the intense eye contact with you. Dewy ones meeting with stone hard ones, you gulped and panted. Everything was burning, you couldn't tell if it was good or bad anymore. The veins and hardness of his cock reaching in the right places, massaging your walls in the utmost of pleasurable way. All thoughts came to shattering pieces when Sakusa delivers a hard thrust inside you, balls slapping against your ass with the sound of your sobs.

"You're taking it so good."

One thrust was followed by another, and the cycle continues again. You didn't have anymore access to squirm around as he held you down and rutted himself madly. Small tears becoming big, fat ones at the speed of his thrusts, he cooes quietly when you turned your head to the side mewling to the lewd squelching below your puckering hole.

You didn't expect Sakusa to lean his face down to kiss the side of your cheek and began leaving love marks on the side of your sweaty neck. He didn't cringe nor groaned in disgust, rather he groaned to his own euphoria and bit a little harder at a certain, tender skin at the side and thrusted deeply.

The bed creaks at his every movement, the headboard bangs against the wall he was strict of not wanting to be ruined. Everything right now; his actions and goals were unexpected. It was dirty, lewd, something he never wanted to be part of, and now, he doesn't even mind the fact you're soaking up his thighs with your juices leaking from your slit, he doesn't mind having another sweaty body close to him while he pounds into you. As time passes, he gradually craves the closeness within you, the goal to see how fucked out your face would be with sobs throughout the air.

Licking his lips, he had been wanting to have a taste of your jiggling breast whenever he'd thrust up. The thought of you already sensitive from taking his huge cock and weeping in tears makes him imagine what would happen if he adds up to taunting you even more. Still preoccupied in moaning with closed eyes, Sakusa gives a small smirk and pleased hum when he went closer to your nipple. Tightening his hands on both of your wrists, his mouth devours the erected bud, circling it with his tongue inside his hot mouth.

"OMI!!"

Arching up, your stomach meets up with his defined ones. You were only pushing your breast up to his face sinfully as he suckled in harder.

"Omi, omi, omi!! Ah- s-stop.."

You cried on the crown of his head while he moves to the other breast to repeat the same treatment. Small hands balled into a fists, weakly trying to pull free from his restraints. The coil in your stomach was about to burst, with all that he's done, only one thing will be the last straw to push you off of the edge.

Sakusa could tell you were getting close, with the heels of your feet softly hitting his broad back and your trembling and all. He removes his hands from your wrists and wraps them around your waist, pulling you closer as he thrust erratically into you. The sudden change of pace made you hug his neck and tossed your head, little did you know you were beginning to leave scratches on his back just to anchor yourself from the intensity of his thrusts.

He presses his forehead against yours, moaning ever so slightly at the way you were beginning to receive his cock so good now that you finally adjusted to his length. But most of all, he wanted to see up close how puffed up your cheeks were with your tears rolling freely like a stream.

"Such a good girl."

Slowly closing his eyes, he captures your lips sloppily with his. It felt like he was squeezing you hard and fucked you like a doll as he eats up your moans. So happy to have such a good baby receive his huge cock and give him expressions he will never forget.

"You love this, right? You're just being too whiney about it."

God, it was impure to have his already deep voice go deeper and have him ruin you. He could never bring himself to mock or degrade you. You were too precious right now to look at. Too vulnerable and at his control. You were too good.

"K-OMI!! NOT THERE!"

Wide eyes like a frightful deer, Sakusa aims directly at the spot you half hoped he would never find. Because once he did, he would end up abusing it as he did now.

"Here?"

Giving you one more hard thrust directly at your sweet spot, Sakusa groans at the feeling you fingers tugged onto his locks. No moans could escape other than harsh panting from your mouth and tears down from your dazed eyes. So sinful yet holy to his eyes, Sakusa didn't show mercy and hooks his chin onto your shoulder, letting you hear his own moans and groans feeling his cock squeezed inside of you.

"You're going to cum, right? You little cry baby."

He can already feel it. Your walls fluttering more to let him have a taste of your spot, allowing him to abuse it as it wants. It was rushing fast, the pit of your stomach didn't feel the same as before. This felt a whole lot stronger, messier. Begging Sakusa to stop and pull out, you couldn't handle it. It was coming, fast.

"OMI— HAH- PLEASE PULL OUT!! I'M G-GOING TO AH, HAH— MAKE A MESS!"

Oh he was loving this too much. Having you cry next to his ears and feel your tears stain his neck. He doesn't listen, he wanted to see, he wanted to feel your response to his monster like actions, and continues on, yoyr leg starting to cramp and shake widely on his shoulder, he can feel his cock getting more lubed up from your wetness, sliding effortlessly in animalistic.

"Cum for me, little girl."

He doesn't stop even if he hears you scream a big, "no" and connects your lips to quiet you down, he doesn't stop even if he feels his abdomen and thighs get wet from your continues squirting. He could only look at the whites of your eyes that was rolled back with tears falling more. Your body arched onto his embraced as he bursts his own load in your convulsing cunt to your womb.

With the mess now touching his skin, he could care less, and still kept at his pace. Sliding his dick even after orgasm, he knew to himself he had such stamina he can put to use. Pulling away from the kiss, you begged him. Begged for something he didn't know, all you could utter out were, "please." and his name as he kept going.

Just to see how much more you were going to cry from his cock. From him.

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captainlevisteacup · 4 years ago

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Perhaps you could do some SFW Fluffy & some NSFW headcanons with the brothers in a relationship with a Shapeshifter MC who frequently changes their form?

Like, they keep their natural/signature features to be recognizable, but they do regularly change their gender, height, & sex organs 😏 (Why? Because they can and they find it fun) They’re also total Dom no matter what form they are in, and will happily talk about the various ways they used their abilities to make sex more..exciting (Ex being Tentacles, two huge dicks, a big dick AND a vagina, forming a tongue designed specifically for their partner so they can perfectly give blowjob/eat them out, things like that)

This MC also uses their abilities in some way on the brothers when they are having sex, wether that be fucking them with a dick while pressing their boobs against their back/front, or doing something more..hentai related

On the fluff side of things, MC totally regularly turns into the Bros favorite animal whenever they are stressed and just lets them pet them, or if the brothers are feeling overly worried they might hurt Mc she just turns into a demon. (Which MC does whenever they want to do an activity with the brothers a human can’t do)

This also works out for them aswell, as this Mc is essentially gender fluid and just changes their form to whatever they want to when they are feeling dysphoria (Though they typically go by they/them because of how confusing it can get to go by specific pro-nouns fitting the form they shift into when they rapidly change forms throughout the day)

Sorry this was so long!

*cracks knuckles*

AAAAALLLLLLLLRRIGHTTTTTTT LET'S GO!!

No need to apologize for the long ask, I absolutely LOVE requests and this gives me a lot to work with!

The brothers with a Dom! Genderfluid *Shapeshifter* MC

***WARNINGS: HEAVY NSFW, 18+ ONLY***

Lucifer

Slightly wounds his pride that try as he might, he just can't dom MC

Something about them just renders him helpless against them

He loses his usual confidence and natural leader abilities around MC

Speaking of abilities

The things MC can do to him; the things they can make him feel

Mc can access any and every end of any possible spectrum

His favorite thing they can do is shifting themselves into having a truly impressive cock, complete with a set of plump breasts and a very, VERY long tongue

Impressive as that alone is, what MC uses it for is even more so

Pegging him mercilessly from behind, breasts bouncing and scraping against his back while that damned tongue snakes around his waist to pleasure his own member

He never knows just how to focus on any one thing when everything feels so incredible; Their dick ramming into him with reckless abandon, those globular tits bouncing onto his back, or that tongue with a lewd amount of saliva dripping off of it and onto Lucifer's body, massaging his throbbing member

MC'S gifts aren't JUST used for sex, though

They'll often use their abilities to calm him down when he's stressed

They'll make their hands impossibly soft, and run them lightly all over his body in soothing motions

Light circles on his arms, lazy lines on his face, and light massaging through his hair

Mammon

Has no problem whatsoever with MC domming him

Absolutely loves their abilities

Comes completely undone when MC stands right behind him, whispers about how they need him to be their little slut in an alluring feminine voice, and presses their intimidating member against his ass

He knows what comes next

MC ripping his shirt off of him, and pushing him down onto the bed.

Mammon takes this time to admire them; their pert breasts, their smooth skin, to their thick cock, perfectly accentuated with smooth veins, and the beautiful, somehow always moist pussy right below it

This was a skill that had startled Mammon at first. Shapeshifters aren't that common, so for it to be used sexually like THIS? Oh, Mammon was in euphoria.

MC had experimented with many different positions, but the one that drove Mammon over the edge was the one they used the most

MC on top, riding Mammon as if he were a prized mare, their dick slapping harshly against his chiseled abs, the lewd sound echoing throughout the room

Once MC came, not only was Mammon's dick enveloped by their wet vagina, but their hot seed sprayed onto his toned stomach.

Outside of the bedroom, MC would shift their hair to match Mammon's whenever he wasn't feeling well. It never failed to cheer him up, seeing MC with the same white hair made him so happy.

Levi

The biggest bottom to exist

MC takes FULL advantage of the otaku

Shifts to have the exact same body as Ruri-chan

Huge tits, exaggerated waist, and slender legs

Shifts so that their pussy is unbelievably tight, and during sex they tighten and loosen it to provide further stimulation

MC shifts to have slight fangs, so that they can drag them along Levi's skin

Often turns into a snake and rests on Levi's shoulders, sometimes they do this during class if MC doesn't want to attend their's that day

MC can stretch or shrink their vocal cords to mimic certain Anime characters

Occasionally, MC will do this doing sex and moan Levi's name

This drives him insane

If the two are in public and MC wants to tease or arouse him, all the have to do is adopt the anime girl voice and say something along the lines of "Gomenezai, Oni-sama"

Levi immediately gets hard

Mc then drags them off to relieve him *wink wink*

Satan

Cat ears.

CAT EARS

MC knows damn well what this does to him

Satan prefers rough sex, so MC will shift into having chiseled, muscular arms capable of holding him down, with a chest to match, all topped off with a well-built cock complete with subtle ridges all along the shaft

MC will pin Satan's arms to the wall with one hand, and harshly jerk his chin towards them with the other while rubbing their cock in between his legs, teasing his sensitive balls. Then, as a cue, MC would make the cat ears appear

In a flash, Satan would be shoved onto his hands and knees and roughly taken from behind, the ridges on MC'S dick creating deliciously painful friction

Mc would knot their fingers into his hair and yank his head back, often earning a yelp from his lips

Outside of sex, MC is almost always either fully a cat or has some aspect of a cat (cat ears, subtle fangs, or sometimes a tail that he loves to play with

This is because it really helps suppress Satan's temper for some reason

Since MC likes to change up the color of their fur when they go into a full cat, Lucifer becomes convinced Satan has snuck multiple cats into the House of Lamentation, because he keeps finding the fur

Satan refuses to let MC tell him, because he finds it hilarious how irritated it makes Lucifer

Asmo

As SOON as he found out MC could shift their body, had a whole list of things he wanted to do with them

The first on that list was being fucked by two dicks, both belonging to MC

MC made him agree to being stretched out first, so as not to hurt him

Every time MC fucked Asmo, they would use a differently shaped and textured cock, each ever so slightly larger than the last

After Asmo took an unfathomably large member from MC, he was deemed ready

Asmo watched in awe as MC shifted to possess two large and vastly different cocks.

One was girthy, with a perfectly smooth shaft and a bulbous head

The other was more slender, with diagonal ridges, almost scale like, running all along it's length.

MC slid them in one at a time, allowing Asmo to adjust

Once both of their dicks were fully in Asmo, they slowly began to pull back

Their dicks dragged painfully slow along the insides of Asmo, creating a brutal friction that threatened to make Asmo crumble right then and there

Outside of sex, MC was Asmo's dream come true

Well, inside of sex too, but that's besides the point

MC often shifts their body to mimic different body types, and Asmo styles their outfits based on how they decide to have their body that day

Same thing goes for hair, as MC can adjust their hair to any length, color, texture, and width

Asmo loves trying out and practicing different styles

Beel

Face fucking.

His favorite. No arguments.

MC shifts into having a cock even bigger than Beel's (a true feat), and a tight pussy just beneath it.

Beel loves it when they shove his head onto their cock, fingers fisting into his hair

Forcing his head to move onto their cock, tears pricking in his eyes and they fucked his mouth, his throat, mercilessly

MC doesn't allow Beel to sit and do nothing, oh no

Beel fingers their wet pussy as they fuck his face senseless

If Beel isn't moving his fingers fast enough, MC shoves their dick even further down his throat

Huskily whispers into his ear "Come on, Avatar of Gluttony, surely you can swallow more than that"

Outside of sex, shifts into a demon so they can play with Beel and the brothers.

At first, the brothers wouldn't let MC play any sports with them (mostly Beel), out of fear for MC getting injured

So, MC proceeded to shift into a whole ass demon.

Shocks everyone and utterly destroys all the brothers

Belphie

Cowboy

Like cowgirl...but not.

MC shifts so that their body is substantially bigger than his

This makes Belphie small enough in comparison to easily fit in MC'S lap

Ironically, MC shifts to have a cock roughly the size of a bull. They would never dream of making Belphie take it all....

But they can try

Belphie sits on their lap, legs spread, facing MC so they can see the fear and pleasure mix on his face

MC slowly teases him with their tip, entering one inch at a time before pulling out, pausing, and suddenly shoving back in, an inch deeper each time

Their hands holding Belphie up by the hips the whole time

Outside of sex, will shift to have a very soft stomache for Belphie to lay on

When Belphie is feeling depressed or lonely, MC shifts into a very, VERY soft wolf for Belphie to stroke the fur of as a grounding technique, and to sleep with on the nights he feels alone

This happens so often that MC just relaxes around the house in a wolf form

This never fails to scare the shit out of Mammon, which, in turn, brings a rare smile to Belphie's face

#obey me #obey me headcanons #beel obey me #leviathanobeyme #lucifer obey me #mammon obey me #obey me smut #obey me smut hcs #lucifer smut #mammon smut #leviathan smut #satan smut #asmo smut #belphie smut #beel smut

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aetheternity · 3 years ago

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Sight, smell, touch, taste, sound and which one I believe would draw the Aot girls to you. Kinda Modern Au 🤷‍♀️ idk you be the judge.

(Pov: none of you asked for this but I got bored and decided to give it to you anyway.)

Mikasa

~Touch

The first time you touched her it was to pat her shoulder and tell her, "good luck" on a mission and she's been riding that high til the day she finally had you.

She was already so infatuated by you to the point that every bit of your touch became a daily necessity.

Locking you into her tight hugs late at night.

Pulling your lips back into hers whenever you try to escape.

She'll give you tiny kisses spread all over your face as soon as you wake up. And she's a huge fan of eskimo kisses. You might even trigger a little giggle from her when you initiate them.

She wants to rest her head on your chest and fall asleep to your heartbeat.

She's got your fingers perfectly knotted with hers in every situation.

Tangles your legs when the two of you are resting on the couch.

"I have to get up sometime Mikasa." Not today you don't.

Her favorite spot to scratch is your lower back. She softly circles her nails over that bit of skin after hiking your shirt up.

Please let her spend the day with you in her lap it's the perfect amount of intimate for her.

Annie

~Touch/Sound

One day you came to her with concern filling your eyes and hugged her even though you never had before. You simply told her, "I feel like something's wrong but I won't pry. Just know I'll be waiting for you to come back to me." So softly in her ear and despite her push back at first her feelings for you grew stronger everyday.

She grew to adore the smallest things about you.

The sounds of your low morning yawns before you kiss her face.

The warmth of your knee resting between her thighs

Loves when you whine her name. It sends heat flowing through her entire body. "What do you want?" (She'll pretend she hates it tho.)

Whenever you two are alone she has her head firmly placed on your chest, falling asleep to your heartbeat. Just like Mikasa (No you do not have to pee lay back down)

Loves when you card your fingers through her untied hair. (Sometimes you make her hum when you scratch the back of her head just right.)

She's gotta have your hands when you two are cuddling. Holding you like she's scared you're not really there.

Whisper in her ear and she just might shiver for you.

Laugh when she's sarcastic and watch the pretty pink color dust over her cheeks.

Tells you she loves you under her breath and melts when you say it back after kissing her cheek or neck.

Sasha

~(Sweet angel 🥺) Touch/taste

She held your hand like she'd always done with you and asked what you'd want your last meal in the world to be. Fucking around you said, "You." And the girl practically burst into flame. Meanwhile Connie at the opposite end of the table is mocking y'all talking about some, "Get a room already!" And then you did 😏

Oh, you just had some candy? She's biting your lips and sucking on your tongue.

Oh, your shampoo/body wash smells like banana, coconut, strawberries etc? She's got her face in your neck giving you little kisses. (Sometimes she'll give you a little kitten lick but it's fine cause you love it 😃).

She likes mutual feeding (ik that sounds weird idk how else to put it.) Like if you guys are eating popcorn together while watching a movie, she likes when you place the popcorn in her mouth and she does the same for you.

Licks the butter off your fingers when the popcorns gone.

When you stretch your arms next to her and then proceed to wrap them around her neck or waist she's in heaven.

Adores the feeling of your fingers splayed over her stomach right after she finished eating and the way you tease her by stroking her inner thigh.

Randomly jumps in the shower with you so that she can run her hands up and down every inch of your skin.

Sometimes she wakes you with a bunch of forehead kisses.

"Five more minutes please.." You beg

If you wake up before her though she'd love to be wrapped in your arms as she eats breakfast.

Hitch

~Sight (y'all already know my baby's a lil shallow)

It was like a movie scene. She saw you across the room during a small party for the anniversary of the military police first debut and she just had to have you. And bug you.. she stayed by your side as often as possible after that.

She'll laugh so that her compliments on your body sound less genuine but she means it every time.

And when you're not looking she's got her lip between her teeth, eyes working up and down your body.

"I wanna see you in this honestly." She'll say late at night handing you a picture and covering her face as you look at it.

"Reminds me of your pink dress?"

"Yeah! Yes.. that's the point we'll match."

Doesn't matter how long you've been dating. She'll always build a little tension before every kiss by looking directly at your lips then back into your eyes with a little smirk.

Whistles when you wear an outfit she recommended.

She never straight up says it but her favorite part of your body is the part you like the least.

Backwards ass compliments.

"You know orange isn't normally your color but today you made it work." And "You seem really confident despite wearing those pants."

Don't worry it's how she shows affection.

Makes you blush as often as possible because she just can't get enough of how gorgeous you are when you do.

Pieck

~Sight/taste

From the second she saw you she knew she had to get you out of your little bubble. You'd both done the warrior training as kids and you always kept to yourself. She thought a person like you looked like you had a lot of secrets. And she was gonna learn as many as possible. The older you guys got the more attractive you became to each other and you kinda fell back into the nervousness she thought she'd driven out of you. Eventually she got you to accidentally blurt a confession. Next thing you knew her tongue was pulling all conscious thought out of you.

Idk Pieck gives me the vibes that she'd always be looking for a way to stick her tongue down your throat?? (Just me?? Alright..)

She'll twirl you around with a hand around your waist. Unabashedly checking you out.

Loves long sweet kisses while she rests between your legs.

Will never stop smiling at you when you exit the shower in only a towel.

Brushes her lips over your stomach to wake you.

She's so enamored by the twinkle in your eye when you talk with the younger generation of warriors.

Playfully suggests you just walk around the house completely naked so she can really appreciate your body.

Her heart one hundred percent drops when she sees you sad for even a second.

Let her kiss you wherever she wants! It's a lot easier than arguing with her!

And she will try in some weird places. (She gives me body worshipper vibes.)

Yelena

~Sound

She heard about you due to rumors about your incredible fighting style. But what made her seek you out was the knowledge that you were next in line to become a titan shifter. It was hard to tell if her affection was due to interest in you as a person or your incredible fighting style but one day she asked you to live with her in the new world. Of course you said yes.

She loves the sound of you singing. (If you can sing) Sometimes she actively seeks you out and asks for you to sing to her.

Your war cries make her back arch (shh I didn't say that).

The second you guys started dating she developed a sixth sense of some sort where she just shows up if you're crying or if your day has been going terrible.

She just adores the sound of your voice and she can't get enough of it.

I could see her dragging you off some place where the two of you can just talk.

Within less than a week of dating you she's already got ways to get any noise she wants out of you.

Graze their neck with the tip of your nose for giggles and kiss the tips of their ears for I love you's.

That sort of thing.

Whenever you make a noise she hasn't heard before she's dying to force you to make it again.

Idk what it's called but I feel like Yelena has that thing where noises are attributed to colors in her brain. And at some point she explains all the colors she sees whenever you make certain noises.

Hange

~Sight/touch

Moblit had to take a.. short vacation after one of Hange's lab disasters nearly crippled him.. so Erwin had asked you to fill in and you said yes. It was only for a couple weeks and during that time Hange stuck to you like glue. Throwing an arm over your shoulder, stealing little glances and laughing loudly when you'd catch her. It felt like normal Hange stuff. But on the last night before Moblit's return, Hange was weirdly not.. Hange.. being quiet, filling in data and barely making eye contact. You asked if you'd done something wrong but Hange barely said anything back. Before you left she was nose deep in paperwork. You said your goodbyes and you were about to leave when Hange asked if you'd be willing to go on a date. When you looked back she hadn't even looked up but you smiled and nodded with a little yes and the rest was history.

It's a no brainer that you spent all your free time in Hange's lab to be Hange's other support system other than Moblit.

And when Moblit died, Hange's entire support system.

Her touch lingering on your lower back as you lean over to check her notes.

Completely enamored with the glint in your eye whenever the two of you come up with a sort of breakthrough.

Deadass pulls you into her lap at the most random times.

Oh hey the meeting finally finished? Yanks your frame right into her lap and laughs at the eye rolling of fellow colleagues.

Hange will say sorry but that blush on your face was so worth it and she's so glad she did it.

Rubs your back as you sleep on the work piled on your side of the desk.

Probably accidentally wakes you up a couple minutes after you fell asleep though.

Hange once sat you on her lap after a meeting right before Erwin tried to hand her some papers over the table. Without thinking she stood up to grab them and your face slammed into the table while her hips were pressed against your ass. Immediately getting everyone's attention. Safe to say you no longer sit next to Hange at meetings. (I had to add this even though it's a little off topic and random.)

Historia

~Smell (First one here.)

She had to share a room with you until she became queen. And almost every night she'd have some kind of nightmare about Ymir. You didn't mean to make a move but one night she crawled into your bed like she always had and you wrapped your arms around her shivering form like you always did. She had her nose trapped in your nape and you pressed a kiss to her forehead hoping it would stop her harsh breathing. And it did. She froze, the world froze, everything froze. You had leaned back to apologize for overstepping her boundaries and she kissed you back.

She'd gotten so comfortable with your scent that not only did it constantly lull her to sleep but always gave her a sense of security.

You're her security blanket. I don't make the rules.

Speaking of blankets. You gave her yours when she moved into the castle.

Whenever she gets even an hour alone she's trying to get you in the castle so she can sit in your lap and bury her nose in your nape like she always has.

She also steals your shirts and hoodies as often as possible until they smell like her then you have to take them back and cover them with your stink again.

Spending early mornings in the castle after washing your hair and her telling you over and over that she missed your smell.

It's legit like having a long distance relationship while being in the same place.

And she doesn't let you go until the last second before you both have to go back to work.

If you guys have time and you shop together she'll keep the candles that you believed smelled the best in her room.

All in all give Historia your shirts to wear cause she loves them/they look great on her.

Ymir

~Sight/touch

You're probably either super sweet like Krista or really sarcastic like her and that's what draws her to look more in depth into you. When she finally gets a chance to actually look at you fully without the odm gear she finds herself fixated, tracing your figure with her eyes. You guys finally become friends, who mutually enjoy bullying Reiner. But she finds that she hates it. Thinks you're teasing her every time you brush her fingertips without actually holding her dammed hand. One day she just reaches out and grabs you properly and doesn't let go. Yeah, you're dating now.

What can I say except, she likes running a finger over the lines on your palm.

She's always grabbing you out of nowhere but you don't mind. You just let her hold you.

"You look extra beautiful today, bet you'll look even better when I put a ring on your finger."

Puts her hands under your shirt with no fucking shame.

Stares at you and yells at the first person that mocks her. Reiner/Connie

Can and will find a way to smack your ass the second she gets you alone.

Trails little butterfly kisses over your shoulders when you're trying to get dressed in the morning.

Literally everything you do is weirdly skillful to her.

Like you're peeling a potato and she's like, "You're so amazing at that.."

Let her lean on you for absolutely no reason she loves it. 🤷‍♀️

(I realized after writing this that Annie and Armin have the same one even tho I don't ship them at all 😕)

#aot x reader #attack on titan #shingeki no kyoujin x reader #snk x reader #aot imagines #mikasa x reader #annie leonhardt x reader #sasha x reader #hitch x reader #hange x reader #pieck x reader #yelena x reader #historia x reader #ymir x reader #cal writes

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eclipsedpascal · 4 years ago

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Michael Langdon x female reader

Michael had been working so hard to make his Sanctuary selections and you knew you weren’t to disturb him, but the ache between your thighs was beginning to tell you otherwise.

Warnings: daddy kink, choking, degrading, mocking, hair pulling, slight BDSM, spanking, spit kink, fingering, edging, cum eating maybe?, unprotected sex, slapping, also Michael shows his demon face a lil bit lmao

word count: 2.1k

•••••••

As you sat by the fireplace trying to read a book that no longer held your interest; all you could think about was how irresistible Michael looked whilst making his sanctuary selections.

you noticed how the locks of hair that hung in front of him were casting the lightest of shadows against his face. how his ring clad fingers were gripped so tightly around the pen he was writing with, his knuckles had gone white. noticed the way he would lick his lips when he was frustrated was beginning to make you squirm in your seat.

you could see how hard he was concentrating; his gaze was sharp and he hadn’t looked up from the papers on front of him in almost an hour. but needing him to hurry up and give you the attention you were craving, you attempted to lure him to bed.

“are you almost done? i’m getting tired”

“Y/N if you’re tired you should go to bed. there’s no need to wait up for me.” he hadn’t stopped writing, nor even looked your way as he replied.

“hm, i think i’d rather sleep with my husband next to me than alone.” the sound of his writing filled the room as you waited for a reply that never came.

you hated when he was like this; all work and no play. you sighed loudly, hoping it would get his attention, but still he gave you nothing.

“Michaelll!” sick of your whining and complaining not working, you left the office, having had another idea.

•••••••

you admired yourself in the mirror as you adjusted your lace garters. You’d decided to put on the black set you knew he loved. you’d practically had to beg him not to rip it off you the last time you wore it.

quickly throwing on your dressing gown, you headed back to Michaels office through the outposts dimly lit hallways. if this didn’t get his attention, you didn’t know what would.

you made your through the wooded sliding doors to see him still writing peacefully. you knew you weren’t to disturb him when he was working, but his ignoring had gone on for far too long.

“i thought you had gone to bed.” he shot you the slightest glance as he spoke, but still not giving you his undivided attention, you decided it was time to put your little plan into action.

you swayed your hips as you walked towards him, beginning to undo the tie of your gown. “well i was going to, but then i thought of something far more fun.” you dropped the gown to the floor, letting it puddle by your feet. “but perhaps you’d rather work; daddy.”

his writing ceased as he raised his head to look at you. you could see the hunger forming in his eyes instantly, as if they had grown a few shades darker.

he stood from the leather chair he had been occupying all night, fingers grazing the edge of his desk as he stalked towards you.

he tilted his head slightly as he looked down on you. “do you have any idea how hard it’s been to work when all i can hear is the constant stream of vulgar thoughts that flow from that pretty little head of yours?” his voice was calm and smooth as a honey as he spoke.

he wrapped his hand around your throat, the coolness of his rings feeling like ice against your flushed skin. you looked up at him, your confident demeanor quickly collapsing as you stared back into his lust filled eyes.

“you’ve been ignoring me all night. i needed you” you pouted, almost hoping to escape the punishment you knew you would be receiving. almost.

“oh i’m sorry little one. you just needed me did you?” he raised his voice ever so slightly as he mimicked yours. making you feel small and pathetic. “you couldn’t have just waited for daddy to finish the important work he was doing, now could you? you just needed to behave like a slut for my attention, hm?”

you could feel yourself getting wetter with each mocking word that left his lips. he tightened his grip on your throat, as he spat out his words “Answer me.”

struggling to breathe, you did your best to speak. “i’m sorry, i just-.”

before you could finish he grabbed onto your hair, dragging you towards his desk and forcing you down onto the papers scattered across it.

“don’t. fucking. move.” you could hear what you thought was him taking his belt off behind you, but you didn’t dare turn to look; doing your best not to anger him any more than you already had.

he reached around to the front of you, grabbing your wrists and quickly tying them together with the thick leather of his belt, until he was certain you wouldn’t be able to move them.

he stroked the skin of your back as his hand made it’s way down to your ass. he squeezed your cheeks gently, kneading them with his hands.

“do you want me to punish you? because it’s certainly starting to feel like you do.” you didn’t reply, knowing his question was rhetorical.

his hand came down against your ass as he spanked you. his rings stinging your bear skin, making you whimper and squeeze your thighs together.

taking a deep breathe, you closed your eyes to prepare for another smack, but instead you were greeted with a loud ripping noise and a sudden breeze of cool air against your pussy.

he had ripped off your panties. as if not being able to buy new clothes due to the apocalypse he had caused wasn’t bad enough, now he had ripped one of your favourite pairs.

“what have i told you about disturbing me when i’m working princess?” his question was fair. he had been very clear about this when the two of you had first arrived at the outpost, explaining that he would need time to work.

“that i wasn’t supposed to do it.” you replied sheepishly. you still felt his ignoring was unfair, though you knew now wasn’t the time for discussing it.

“mhmm.” he hummed his reply.

he smacked your cunt, making you jolt forwards slightly. enjoying how rough he was being with you, you moaned.

“you’re already soaked for me, little one.”

grabbing onto your hair yet again, he brought you up to his chest and span you around. the way he was yanking the back of your head forced you to look into his eyes.

“what am i supposed to do with you little one? i can’t even punish you without you enjoying it too much. such a nasty slut.”

he caressed your cheek as he spoke, brushing his thumb against your bottom lip as he did so.

“open” he requests. you do as you’re told and open your mouth for him. knowing what was to come.

he spits into your mouth and presses his thumb down onto your tongue, spreading his saliva onto it

“suck”

you move his thumb in and out of your mouth, sucking it as if it was his cock. never breaking eye contact with him as you did so. his stare was calm, filled with a desire only you could satiate. the power he has over you in that moment was almost enough to make him cum in his pants.

“you’re pathetic. you would take anything if it meant receiving a good fucking wouldn’t you?”

“only for you, daddy.” you loved it when he degraded you. it made you feel special, knowing you were his personal plaything.

“oh i know.” the most smug look decorated his face as he picked you up, sitting you on the edge of the desk.

he finally kissed you, the first kiss you had received from him all night. it was rough, passionate. your teeth clashing against one another’s as he sucked on your tongue. the way he was cradling your head making you feel fragile.

he began running his fingers through your slick folds, his lips moving down to attack your neck like an animal that hadn’t fed in days. he was biting and sucking every inch of your skin he could whilst he toyed with you clit, rubbing it in small circles before dipping two fingers inside your walls, massaging them until you were a moaning mess.

you did your best to undo the buttons on his shirt with your hands still tied together, only managing to open a hand full before giving into the pleasure his skilled hands were putting you though.

“ohh FUCK.” you could feel yourself getting closer to your climax as he continued slamming his fingers in and out of your cunt.

leaning into the arm he had wrapped around your waist, you threw your head back in pleasure.

“mmh daddy, i’m gonna come.” you practically sobbed out your words, feeling yourself on the edge of an orgasm when he suddenly stopped his movements.

he lifted his head to look at you, a cocky smile creeping into his face.

“no. you don’t get to come without daddy’s permission.”

pulling his fingers out of you, he brought them up to his lips and sucked them clean. “don’t forget your manners, little one.”

you watched him in awe. he was mesmerising to you. the way his cheeks hollowed as he sucked his fingers made a chill run up your spine.

taking a hold of your neck, he choked you slightly; pushing you down flat on the desk as his other hand worked to unbutton his pants.

he took his cock out, jerking it slightly before spitting onto your pussy. you watched him align himself up with your tight hole, using the hold he had on your neck to steady himself as he did so.

you screamed as he rammed himself into you, bottoming out in just one thrust. the pain of it quickly amounting into pleasure.

he immediately started fucking into you, setting a pace so reckless it made the once sturdy desk wobble underneath you, papers flying off it at the forcefulness of his thrusts.

“is this what you wanted!? is this the attention you were craving so badly?” you felt the grip he had on your neck grow tighter as he spoke. his face beginning to flicker white, his true form showing due to the carnality of your acts.

you couldn’t even speak with the speed he was pounding into you, so instead you nodded and hoped that would be enough.

he slapped you, and gripped onto your face, eyes shooting daggers into you “no princess, you’ll use your words.”

“yes daddy this is what i wanted!!” you cried out your words.

“good girl.”

your eyes were basically rolling back in your head now, his pace not faltering once and the sound of your moans bouncing off the office walls had definitely been loud enough for the rest of the outpost to hear, but neither of you cared.

all you wanted to do was to touch him. You wanted to hold onto the arm that he had wrapped around your throat. wanted to run your fingers through his golden hair, but the familiar pull of leather around your wrists was stopping you.

“ohh you’re gonna make daddy come baby. such a tight little cunt.”

Michael let out a throaty groan, his movements growing careless as he got closer to ecstasy.

“come with me, baby. look into my eyes and come for me.” he brought his face closer to you, his eyes now entirely black as they stared down into your own.

feeling the coil in your stomach snap, your clenched your hands into fists and screamed his name. he fucked you through your high, a delicious groan leaving him as his own end came, his cock spurting it’s milky seed onto your contracting walls.

deciding to let himself soften inside, he collapsed on top of you, panting as the colour flooded back into his eyes. You were still trying to catch your breathe as you stared at each other.

“i’m sorry i was ignoring you sweetheart.” he moved a hair from your face as he spoke, looking down at you adoringly.

you rolled your eyes slightly “it’s fine. i know you’re busy.” you giggled a little, thinking about how your plan had worked.

“i just wanted your attention.”

#michael langdon #michael langdon smut #michael langdon x reader #michael langdon x you #michael langdon fic #michael langdon imagine #cody fern #cody fern x reader

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areakeeper · 3 years ago

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*Slides in ur inbox out of no where*

May I ask for some Lu//pin fart headcannons involving each of the guys (Ji//gen, Goe//mon, Ze//nigata) if you got any 👁👁

ive been thinking about this for days and am only now getting to answering godbless this lazy ass

jïgen

horrid. the worst smelling every single time this man has never had a normal fart, its like all the alcohol hes ever drank has fermented a second time inside of him

can had sbds but theyre usually low rumbly ones, go on for two to four seconds, sound really relieving to get out

theyre way warmer than they have any business being. lüpin really likes how they feel, coaxes jïgen to come fart on him or put a blanket over by saying hes sooo cold, he neeeeds the comfy warmth jïgens gas gives him

grunts or groans after them a lot, even when they sound like theyre just coming out of him and not like they need any real effort on his part to push them out. old man just makes sounds

despite his somewhat blunt disposition, he doesnt actually fart all that much in front of others, just people hes comfortable with. he might to be annoying/rude on purpose if the chance arises for certain people, but thats not really common

hes not particularly shy about it around those hes comfortable with, he'll pass off an excuse me but doesnt hold them back, either. its not unless hes bloated somehow that he feels any kind of embarrassment about it

he doesnt have much reluctance around lüpins enjoyment of it, only a bit hesitant whenever it involves farting directly on him, especially his face

^ that said, he does have a small sense of weird pride over being able to do this for him, and isnt above reaching back and pushing lüpins face in further right before he blasts him with that rancid smell. after all, his boss is enjoying himself, the little weirdo he is, so indulging him can be fun, sometimes

göemon

rarely ever silent, but not particularly loud, either. a very bubbly sound, the kind that vibrates real nice against your lap

the smell isnt the worst, certainly no jïgen, but theyre still not pleasant, either. very telling of his diet, earthy and strong, very hard to miss

^ if he eats something outside his usual, especially stuff with dairy, his stomach kicks up a fuss and the two previous go out the window. they get way louder, sound like theyre really rippling past his cheeks, and stink to high heaven, like everything he ate immediately turned into rancid gas the second his stomach tried to process it

hes incredibly reserved about his gas, staunchly holding it until hes in private and ridiculously ashamed when he accidentally slips around others, especially those he admires, apologizing profusely for his crude behavior (triple this when the person in question is a woman)

^ because of this, it takes a LOT of coaxing and sweet talk on lüpins behalf to get göemon to relax enough to let ANYTHING out around him, even when hes well aware of his partners bizarre infatuation with him doing so. he still feels the need to apologize and excuse himself, but he is capable of eventually getting comfortable enough to fart with lüpin there

^ he has a massive amount of reluctance regarding anything directly farting on lüpin, but he can get there eventually. it helps a lot when lüpin really lays on thick the praise for when he does relax, plus göemon is a sucker for soft, loving touches to his body, so his partner can really get him to practically melt into finally releasing all his gas right against his eager lap or face

zenigäta

just like the man himself, these are LOUD. hes practically never had a silent fart in his life, they always seem to thunder out of him even if he tries to muffle them

not a massively offensive smell, but his poor diet of surviving off shitty office coffee and instant ramen doesnt exactly lend itself to subtlety. it hits quick and makes it clear that his daily meals arent of stellar quality

he holds back around others, saving any he has to get drilled into uncomfortable office chairs or, if pressing, to just let them out the second hes got some distance wnd a closed door between him and others. hes well aware of his volume, so he tries his best to avoid the latter, as at least the chair can offer Some form of muffling, whereas hes not confident that just some walls will keep the sound from reaching others

very embarrassed if he accidentally lets anything out around others, practically turns red and will apologize until someone gets him to stop, otherwise he just keeps going

doesnt understand lüpins attraction to it one damned bit, but doesnt hate indulging him, either, especially when its preceded by lüpin spoiling him with homecooked meals, even if its to get his guts churning

also reluctant to fart directly on the man, though it has more to do with concerns about the size difference and feeling like hes practically smothering him, especially his face. that said however, he cant deny how weirdly flattering it is when lüpin hugs his hips to pull his ass in closer

fairly uncommon, given zenigatäs typically dressed down a bit to relax and he hangs it up as soon as hes home, but lüpin LOVES when he can get under his trenchcoat and press his face right up against those thundering farts. not quite a dutch oven, but it does trap the smell in a bit longer, and it makes his head swim under there

#eprocto #i wayched the firsy four eps of gundöh last night i have no idea what the fuck is going on

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huihuiheart · 4 years ago

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My Queen - Mafia! Changkyun

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Pairing: Mafia! Changkyun x Sub! Female Reader

Genre: Smut with some fluff, but mostly just filth

Summary: Part 2 of Yes Sir! - You agreed to be his, so he intends to show you that he really can make you his queen. Honestly, I’m kind of considering making this a series.

Warnings: Unprotected sex, dom/sub themes (pretty soft though), body worship, strip tease(barely), most of the foreplay in the previous part, fingering.

Word Count: 1,706

“I think it’s time for you to make me your queen now, Sir.” You give him the same smirk he’s been giving you all night as you give him a true answer to his earlier invitation as well as move to get what you both truly wanted.

“Fuck doll. I thought you’d never ask.”

As much as Changkyun would have liked to fuck you in the hidden area behind the bar, he insisted on taking you back to his place to finish what the two of you had started. After all, he promised to make you his queen, so while he had no problems fucking you anywhere, over anything...it’s not what he intended to do your first night together like this. He intended to spoil you tonight, make sure you knew exactly all the things he could give to you. He’d save the rougher aspects for some other time. Likely when you would need to be reminded of just who was in charge after his endless amounts of spoiling.

His hand resting on your thigh through the whole drive to his place, making you certain you’re making a mess of the expensive leather seat of his car. Not that Changkyun would ever find himself complaining about that, quite the opposite actually. If he knew, however, the last of his self-control might shatter and he might take you in the backseat of his car only to regret not treating you how he felt you truly deserved.

Chsngkyun was sure he could have been pulled over for multiple traffic violations, but he couldn’t care less. He was just glad he got you both back to his place as quickly as possible. Beaming proudly to himself when he noticed you gawking as his impressive home. Having come up the private drive, past the perfectly manicured lawn to what was practically a mansion. You knew it would be impressive, already knowing how much he profited...still the outside alone blew away any previous expectations you had.

“This is all yours now too. Along with anything else you might want or need. You are my queen now after all.”Changkyun brushes his thumb over your cheek, before slipping out of the car and coming around to help you out. The man was more than eager to get you inside, not that he’d let you appreciate the interior too much currently. Not when his patience was already running thin. He needed you in his bedroom and he needed you there now before he lost his goddamn mind.

The second both of you are through the door his lips are on yours, his hands finding your hips to lead the way to his room. Thoroughly distracting you from anything else, including anyone who works at his home, and might be catching glimpses of you both along the way. Something you would have worried about slamming the bedroom door shut doing if his home weren’t so big that the sound would have died out before meeting the ears of too many other people.

Changkyun finally pulls away from your lips, sitting on his bed and unbuttoning his shirt slowly, “Strip for me doll? I want to see all of you, my queen.”

Despite the fact that he was the dominant one in the bedroom, his words were a request, not a demand. Wanting to be sure that you were comfortable tonight, even if he desired something different. Willing to concede to anything you wanted, even if he was dominant. You hold more power over Changkyun than you likely even knew.

Shy or not, you were too far gone at this point to not give in to his request. Your movements weren’t slow enough to tease him but also allowed enough time for him to properly appreciate the view of each new inch of your bare skin that graced his sight. When he called you his queen that was putting it lightly, you had been his whole world for a while now. Not that it was love at first sight per se unless you counted the first time he saw your personality show through...that being what sucked the man in and trapped him there with no hope of escaping.

Changkyun slipping his shirt off his shoulders and tossing it aside to join the last of your clothes, his hand offered to you as he stands once again. Gently gripping your hips to guide you back onto the bed, taking your place for a moment and discarding his pants, but not yet stripping entirely. He’s too busy focusing on you right now to worry about that. Leaning forward to press his lips to your throat before working them lower, intending to cover every little piece of skin he could reach with his affections. Willing to bow to his queen, showing wordlessly just how deeply his feelings ran even if he had not confessed them before tonight. Wanting you to know that he would give you everything, give up everything if it was for you...even his life.

“Where is all this patience coming from sir? Show me the same raw desire you did back at the bar. I want you already, please.” The way you pleaded beneath him, tacking on the honorific made Changkyun concede easily. His wants still bleeding through into his actions though, kissing his way back up before pressing a passionate kiss to your lips. His thinly clothed bulge grinding down onto your bare core.

“All in due time my queen, I want to make you feel blissfully loved first. Then I’ll fuck you senseless like a little slut afterward. That’s fair isn’t it?” Changkyun inquires, the rolling of his hips turning you to putty for him. Your nod is the only response he needs right now, after all, he can break you into all of his rules later. For now, his sole focus is on making sure you know how much he appreciates the entirety of you.

Changkhyun’s fingers trail up your inner thigh, meeting your eagerness by slowly rubbing two fingers through your glistening folds. His lips drift over your neck and up your jaw, before looking into your eyes as he gently eases his fingers inside of you, letting you adjust as he works them deeper.

“I’m going to make you cum so sweetly before I show you that I can give it to you rough too. I want you to know that no matter what your desire, I can fulfill all of your needs my queen. You’ll never need anyone but me.” His languid pace along with his words has you moaning breathlessly into the room. It was not quite what you had begged him for, yet it was still so pleasurable that your head was already spinning. His thumb falling to your clit to rub circles at the same leisurely pace that his fingers pumped into you. Changkyun’s mouth lowering to capture one of your nipples, fully intending to use any weak spot he could find to make you feel as good as possible. Something you never would have thought could make you cum so hard until he did it, fingers stroking over your spot with each press of them into you while he rides you through the high. Giving you the briefest of kisses before he brings his fingers up to his mouth, making a show out of cleaning your essence off them, the taste making him moan.

“Fuck me like you promised and I’ll let you eat me out for as long as you want later.” You bargain with him, knowing that if you don’t speak up fast he’ll probably drag this out longer by tasting you from the source before you get to feel him. As enticing as that sounded you were far too impatient at the moment for that. Your hands are already pushing down his boxers to finally free his cock, letting you see it for the first time.

“Fine, but I’m going to hold you to that.” Changkyun chuckles, hands gripping your hips to flip you over onto your hands and knees. His hands greedily groping at your ass while rubbing his tip through your folds, collecting your wetness before sheathing himself as deep inside of you as he could get. He leans in towards your ear, not having moved yet, “Tomorrow when you can’t walk on your own though, just remember that you’re the one who asked for this.”

He doesn’t waste a second more before he’s setting a bruising pace that has your legs quaking each time he fills you so completely. Stroking over your most sensitive spots, his tip even brushing against your cervix in a way that you know will undoubtedly leave you sore reminders the next day. No part of you could care less though, you finally were getting fucked the way you’d wanted since you started working for Changkyun. Finally feeling his hips snap against your ass while he fucked you like his own personal doll. Something Changkyun certainly proved he could keep up for rounds without any hesitation.

Peeking out from under the covers the next morning, you carefully moved to slip out of bed. Your legs are slightly weak and a bit jelly-like, but not unbearable. It seemed his doting aftercare had done you some good, especially at ensuring you didn’t feel grimey this morning. You silently pad over to your items and fish your cell phone out of your purse, before slipping out of the room and glancing down the hall the check that the coast was clear. Scrolling through your call history for that one familiar number, despite it being marked as an unknown caller and pressing the button, waiting for someone to pick up.

“It worked.....I’m in. I’ll call you with an update as soon as I can. I just thought you should know that we finally made it this far.” You whisper over the line, making the man on the other side chuckle.

“I told you it would now go back to him before he suspects anything...you’ve done well.” The man praises before hanging up, making you smirk.

Silently you slip back into the room and Changkyun’s arms once more. Him still being sound asleep and not suspecting a single thing.

#changkyun smut #changkyun fluff #changkyun x reader #changkyun imagine #monsta x smut #monsta x fluff #monsta x x reader #monsta x imagine #mafia!changkyun

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whump-a-la-mode · 3 years ago

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Escape: Part 2

This is a bit different from what I usually do. @equestrianwritingsstuff recently posted a one-off piece, and I got a little bit obsessed with it. So, with her permission, this is a continuation! The original post can be found here.

Summary: After being captured and forced into a torturous reform program, Villain attempts escape-- but throws it all away to save the life of his foe.

CW//Attempted conditioning, denial of food, denial of water, intentional self injury, broken glass, blood, mentions of car crashes, collars, chains, firearms, attempted murder

“Okay.” The sigh was sharp, enough so to make Villain bite their own tongue in apprehension. “Let’s try another one.”

Nosey shuffled through the stack of papers piled before them on the desk. Villain glanced down at the pile-- noting its sheer height. He wasn’t expected to go through all those, right? No, that would certainly take all night.

“Here.” The hero before him settled on one of the pages, picking it up. “This one should be easy.”

Villain muttered something under his breath, laden with swears and insults.

“What was that?”

“Nothing.”

“Mhm.” A haughty exhale. “Here. If you get this one on the first try, you can go back to your cell and... I don’t know, do whatever it is you do. I’m tired of looking at your face.”

Back to his cell. That made Villain perk up, nearly straining against the cuffs holding him firmly to the table.

“Okay, let’s just get this over with. Here’s the scenario. You’re walking along the street, and you see someone hit by a car. The car does not stop, and the victim is thrown onto the sidewalk in front of you. They are clearly alive, but severely injured. Do you:

A: Use your healing powers to treat their injuries.

B: Search the surrounding area for a civilian with medical training

C: Contact the Heroic Civilian Treatment Team to take the victim to hospital.”

“Um...”

Villain felt the hairs on the back of his neck stick up, despite being half wetted down with sweat.

If someone had been struck by a vehicle, the obvious answer would be to help them as quickly as possible. As soon as injuries like that were inflicted, the clock was already ticking.

The heroes were terribly resistant to him using his powers in any situation-- that was somewhat the whole point of the Villain Containment Practices. But in this case, it would certainly be an exception, right? Their whole job was supposed to be protecting life.

“Uh- I- I think A.” He at last croaked out. “Use my healing powers to stabilize them, then find a civilian doctor to get them to the hospital.”

Nosey sighed.

“A situation like this should always be deferred to us. Using your powers is never the answer.”

They placed down the paper, hastily rearranging the messy stack of them.

“Let’s go back to the gym. I’ll let you off with ten laps, this time.”

Villain gulped, phlegm sliding down a dry throat, as a pair of guards advanced to untie him from the table.

“C- Can I have some water? Please?”

“You’ve already lost your food privileges for the day. Do you really want to lose your water, too? You get water once you’ve earned it. For now, we’re going to the gym.

At this rate, maybe you should just become a permanent resident in our program.”

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The glass was mocking them.

Villain was certain of that, even as he kneeled on his cot of a bed, half delirious, half exhausted.

The glass of water sat on a small table at the bed’s end. Just a glass, hardly even filled halfway. Haphazardly placed under a faucet for a few moments without thought.

He knew he had to drink it. He didn’t have much of a choice. Tomorrow would only bring more questions, more laps, more push-ups, more lectures. It would be terrible, certainly, but the small amount of liquid would make it at least the tiniest bit more bearable. Give him the tiniest bit more strength.

It was all he had. He’d spent the day watching his classmates-- that’s what the heroes called them, they were fellow prisoners, at best-- eating their meals, while he sat at an empty table.

Just because he had started a fight didn’t mean he should have to starve. Besides, they had it coming. Stuck up ass.

Villain frowned, cracked and dry lips sticking together, and reached forth to pick up the glass.

He needed to drink it, but as soon as he did, it would be gone. He would have to earn the next few drops through countless tears and buckets of sweat. At the very least, right now, he had control. He had a choice.

Not a very good one, but...

When had he gotten to this point? Having a crisis in a barren room over a half-glass of water? He was supposed to be a villain. Others were supposed to fear him.

Besides...

Villain’s hand shook, water sloshing, even as he was careful not to lose a single, precious drop.

He didn’t know how much longer he could survive like this. Endless exercise, endless questions. Maybe they would never let him out. Maybe they wanted him to die here. Hell, they probably wanted him to die here. One less problem, drained of strength until they no longer had enough to breathe.

This was one long, drawn out execution. Even if it wasn’t, he could hardly imagine a situation in which they allowed his parting. In which they considered him at long last “reformed.”

Villain had to leave. He had to. He was leaving here either in a glorious escape, or in a body bag. Or, worse: In a hero’s uniform.

He downed the water, feeling the heavenly moisture fill his throat. It was the best thing he had ever tasted, despite the fact that water had no taste to it.

It was far less pleasant than what would come next. He knew from unfortunate experience that there were only two things that could get him out of this cell: Going to ‘class,’ or having an emergency.

The first wouldn’t work.

There was no camera in the room, he had searched long and hard to confirm that fact. At the very least, he didn’t have to do much in the way of acting. Not yet.

He swung his unsteady legs over the edge of the bed, standing, stumbling halfway to the end table.

Before throwing the glass to the floor.

It was a miracle, that the heroes allowed him glass dishware. The cup exploded, a thousand shining pieces scattering about the floor.

Now, for the unpleasant part.

Villain gritted his teeth, throwing himself onto the broken glass, ensuring that it dug into his flesh, his legs and his palms. At the very least, his screams were genuine.

“Help! Help!” He wailed. “I’m hurt! Help, please help! Oh god, that’s my blood, oh god oh god...”

There was no camera in the room, but the door was plenty thin, and in this facility, screams carried far. To ensure this, he let out a few more cries, carrying them on until the door lock was frantically turned, the door thrown open on its hinges.

Hero’s inhale was quick enough that she nearly started choking on her own breath.

“V-Villain, oh god, that’s- That’s your blood?”

Of course it was, dimwit. It was flooding from his skin, wasn’t it?

“Y- Yes. I tripped, um, oh god, oh...”

The swaying and slurring of his words were not pretend, either. Dehydration and hunger made sure of that.

“Can you walk?” How was there so much concern in her tone?

“Don’t know.”

“We need to try. I can carry you, but- We need to get to the infirmary.”

The hero hurried to their foe’s side, arms under his shoulders helping him to his feet. He could walk on his own, not well, but he could-- though Hero had no need to know that.

“Okay.”

“It’s a pretty long walk. We can take it slow, okay?”

“Yeah.”

That was exactly what they did. Their movements were so painfully slow that at times Villain wondered whether or not they were moving at all, but, after some time, they did cover some distance. The few people awake at such an hour steered clear, seeing a villain covered in blood and wanting nothing to do with it in the slightest.

The infirmary was on the bottom floor, Villain had seen it on his way in, making note of its placement. Of course, Hero wasn’t about to make him struggle down all those stairs. No. She went straight for the elevator, stepping into the isolated box with her foe and letting the doors closed.

This was it. The elevator ride would only last a few moments-- it was now or never.

As subtly as he possibly could, Villain placed his hand upon his injured leg, the minty thrum of healing powers knitting together the slices. Though, it did nothing to dry the blood that had already seeped out.

He was healed, and Hero was alone. Trapped.

By all accounts, it was a fight that Villain should have lost. He was exhausted, stomach left empty for far too long, and veins severely lacking in blood. Hero had the benefit of being well-fed, well-rested, all of it.

But that explanation left out one thing.

Villain was desperate.

He watched the small, digital screen count down the floors.

4...

3...

2...

Now!

The strike may not have been powerful, but it was aided by the sheer speed at what it was launched. Villain’s fist collided with Hero’s temple, knocking her sideways, stumbling. He wasted not a millisecond in preparing his next strike, hearing the crack of a cheekbone beneath his knuckles.

Hero let out a cry, holding her face where a bruise would certainly bloom in the hour. Limbs still soaked in scarlet, Villain swung out with his leg, catching Hero in the knee, sending her to the elevator floor with a hollow crash.

The elevator doors opened.

It was the fastest Villain had ever run in his life, he was certain of that. His legs were little more than blurs of red as he sprinted forth, tearing through a lobby that was nearly barren. An infinitesimal distance between him and freedom.

“Oh no you don’t!”

His legs came out from under him, his face striking the tile floor, almost certainly giving him an identical blessure to Hero.

The voice-- it was Nosey’s stupid, avian squawk. And, too, their polished boot struck Villain’s back.

“You really thought it’d be that easy?”

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The metal chafed horribly against Villain’s neck, somehow making his throat’s desiccation more acute. He laid his head against the thin carpet, spine aching terribly. The movement shifted the chain latched onto his collar, the slight clinking noise making his heartbeat stutter.

Tied up like a dog.

“Is this really necessary?” He grumbled, shifting himself to a sitting position, gazing upwards.

To Hero’s bed. Her legs dangled off the side of the mattress, hands gripped into fists around gathered bedsheets.

“We’ve been over this. That cell was a privilege, and you’ve lost it.”

“And so you chain me to the wall like a dog.”

“Exactly. You need to be under my direct supervision.”

“Yeah, whatever. Did you really have to stick this stupid collar on me?”

“I’m no happier about this than you are. But I’m not giving you free reign of my bedroom. You already tried to kill me once tonight.”

“I wasn’t trying to kill you.”

“Whatever. Unlike you, I actually have things to do in the morning. So, if you would please let me sleep?”

“Maybe.”

“Maybe?”

“If you do something for me first.”

“You are in the worst possible position to make demands, right now.”

Villain’s sigh tore at his throat.

“I just want some water.”

“Just that? Wait. You’re not going to smash the glass again, are you? I’m way too tired for that nonsense a second time tonight.”

“Just don’t put the water in a glass, then.”

“You actually just want water?”

“Yes.” He added rather pathetically. “Please?”

“I... Fine. Then you’ll let me sleep?”

“Mhm.”

“Fine.”

Hero stood, glancing suspiciously at her captive as she made her way across the room. As if he could do anything-- the chain was maybe three feet in length. He could barely lay his head down.

She maneuvered to her kitchenette, returning with a plastic cup-- filled to the brim with that precious liquid. She placed it before him. He was already drooling.

“That’s it?”

“Yes.”

“Okay. Goodnight, Villain.”

“Goodnight.”

Was that really all it took to domesticate him? A glass of water? It hardly mattered. As soon as Hero turned off the light, bathing the room in shadow, Villain downed the liquid as though his life depended on it.

Perhaps, it did.

It wasn’t long before Hero’s steady breathing had turned to soft snoring. Villain shifted himself into the most comfortable position he could manage. Even that, however, was far from being pleasant, with the chain threatening to strangle him at any moment.

That wasn’t what kept him from sleeping, however. He needed to sleep. He knew that, he wasn’t stupid. He would need his energy for the next day of lessons, of shouted orders and lectures.

That was all his life would be from now on, wouldn’t it? Orders and exhaustion and being forced to earn the most basic of needs by answering moral quandaries incorrectly.

Villain wanted, longed, to cry. To let out all the horrible emotions that had stuck in his chest cavity, threatening to drown his lungs in sorrow. But that would break the conditions of the deal.

He had to be quiet, or else he might never again be allowed water.

It was that dread in his chest, that hopelessness, that forced him awake.

So, he laid, still, listening to Hero’s snores as his own body refused to allow him unconsciousness.

Snores, and...

Footsteps.

Footsteps? Villain tensed, holding stock still, pricking his ears for the noise. They drew louder, louder, before stopping. Stopping outside the dorm room door.

He held his breath.

The door opened gently enough that the hinges made only the slightest noise. Then, the footsteps were inside.

Villain shrunk down in the corner, making himself far smaller and quieter than anyone of his status should ever have had to be.

Two sets of footsteps. Growing louder, coming towards the bedroom. The bed.

Hero.

“Are you sure we need to do this?” An unknown voice, whispering.

“If you want this plan to work, we don’t have a choice.”

That voice, that voice was not unknown. It was loud, terribly high pitched, terribly-

Nosey.

“We really have to kill them?”

“We won’t get the chance if you keep talking. Just do it, don’t chicken out on me, now.”

“Okay, okay.”

Villain’s heartbeat shivered.

The cocking of a gun. That horrible sound, that precursor of bloodshed.

Then, the shot. Two pairs of footsteps, fleeing, slamming the door behind themselves.

Villain gulped.

It was no doubt what had happened-- if he had had any doubts, they were quickly drowned out as Hero’s breathing hitched, then quieted to an almost imperceptible level. Growing slower, weaker by the second.

They are clearly alive, but severely injured.

In the scenario, he had had three choices. But this wasn’t a training scenario.

Now, he only had two.

A: Praise his lucky stars and use the opportunity to escape. There was a fire escape, just outside the window. He would be gone into the night before anyone knew any different.

Or...

B: Do the right thing.

Villain threw himself against the chain about his neck, collar threatening to cut off his airways. He spun about, gripping the chain in clammy fingers, pulling and tugging and-

Her breathing was getting quieter, weaker.

He pulled harder, muscles straining with the effort. The chain was anchored to the wall with a spike, drilled in. There was no way he could break the chain, no way he could break the spike, but-

Villain’s heel slammed through the plaster and drywall, chain flying backwards at his face. He hardly made note of it. Spike and chain and all dragging behind him, he tore to Hero’s bedside.

It was almost fortunate, that the lights were off. He couldn’t see the extent of the wounds.

He placed his hands upon her head, that minty feeling rushing to his fingers, his palms, her skin.

Using your powers is never the answer.

No. No, that wasn’t true.

Rules didn’t matter. Training didn’t matter. All that mattered was doing the right thing.

#villain whumpee #hero villain whump #conditioned whumpee #whump community #whump

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womenofwonder · 3 years ago

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*Ahem* Royai, duh?

✋How they met

Surprisingly, they didn’t meet at her father’s house. Not, actually it happened way back in kindergarten. Riza was quiet, and she dressed funny, and she always seemed dirty, so she was an target for bullying in the rather well to do private school they were in. On the first day of school Roy (who was a Casanova even at age six) decided this would be a good time to rescue a helpless damsel from the bullies surrounding her, taunting. Unfortunately, he underestimated the number and size of the kids teasing her and got his ass kicked. Luckily for him Riza quickly stepped into help. She smashed one bully’s nose in with her book and then pulled out a pocket knife. They all left in a hurry. And at that moment, Roy realized he was in love.

😘First kiss

Ah...so the first kiss wasn’t exactly a happy one. It was during Ishval. They had won a pretty important battle and everyone was celebrating. They both got drunk. The kiss felt good, and Riza probably would have been ready for more despite the circumstances (screw it, she was going to die soon anyway) but Roy walked off. Even drunk he couldn’t get rid of the feeling that he didn’t deserve her kisses, especially during a ‘celebration’ of him frying more innocent people. Riza honestly thought he had a problem with her and that was the first time she cried in Ishval.

🤯First fight

It depends on what you mean by fight. They got in a lot of fistfights as kids, but that wasn’t ever personal. They bickered constantly but the only big, painful fight they ever had was on promise day, when she almost had to shoot him. The first lighthearted, bickering fight they ever had was when he was apprenticed to her father and she would remind him to do his homework. Not much has changed, honestly.

🍷First date

When he was still an apprentice to her father, they used to wait until he was asleep and then Roy would take her places. He did it mostly to be nice, because Riza didn’t get a lot of fun and growing up in a brothel met he knew exactly which bars would give a couple of kids drinks. But they were honestly dates in everything but name.

💍How they got engaged

Well, they didn’t make the decision. Grumman declared they were getting married at one of his press conferences. “I have decided to end the anti-fraternization and allow my granddaughter to finally marry General Mustang.” Riza just looked at Mustang and said “Okay.” Later on he did do the entire fancy dinner date and gave her a expensive engagement ring.

💒Wedding

Actually, it was surprisingly small and private. It was really sweet and quiet. To everyone’s surprise Roy made Fullmetal his best man, mostly as a joke. Other than a very insulting speech about how Riza was probably out of her mind to marry such an idiot, he was really nice about everything. Riza’s wedding dress had a very high neck (to hide the scarring) and a very short skirt. She still has a gun holstered to her thigh, wedding or no wedding. Rebecca is the maid of honor, and as Riza honestly doesn’t have many friends both Olivier and Winry are bridesmaids. Of course, Elicia is the flower girl despite being a bit old for it. Hayate is the ring bearer. Just kidding. Maybe.

👶First kid

Riza got pregnant after the first year of the their marriage. It was an accident. Their feelings on the matter were conflicted. On one hand, both were thrilled to have a baby, but in the other hand, it didn’t really fit very well into their plans. How did being a parent figure in with the possibility of future with the fire squad? Not mention both were really worried that they would be horrible parents due to everything they’d done in Ishval. To make things slightly more complicated, it turned out they weren’t going to have one but two children. But when the babies do come: a little Rianna and Thomas, they’re beautiful. Of course, Riza and Roy are great parents and the kids actually help them have more faith in themselves.

🥰A random fluff moment

Riza had forgotten exactly how cold it was up north. Shivering, she blew on her hands in hopes of warming them.

“Here,” Roy said, offering her his coat.

“Don’t you need a coat sir?”

“I had use my flame alchemy to heat myself up,” he said.

“Since when have you mastered that ability sir?”

“Just take the coat.”

She took it.

“You’re shivering an awful lot sir. Are you sure you’re not too cold?”

“N-nope. I-I’m g-r-eat.”

“Sir, really, you can have this coat. You’re going to get frostbite.”

“N-no. You k-keep the coat-t. T-that’s an or-rder.”

Olivier gave them both a look. “Mustang, either freeze to death quietly or kiss her now so we get on with this meeting. I would personally prefer the former, but anything would be better than watching your painful attempts at being a gentleman.”

Riza took advantage of his shock to give him back the coat.

😭A random angsty moment

“Thank you,” she says, as if there’s anything to thank him for. As if he’s not about to torture her.

Roy was good at torturing people. He had plenty of practice at this point. He knew exactly how much of his flame it took to cause a certain amount of pain. At least he could make it hurt as little as possible.

“I won’t scream,” she promised.

“Yeah, you will,” he knew exactly how loud it would be too. He had heard it countless time from countless lips and now he was going to hear it from her.

She nodded, so calm about the entire thing. Took her knife, torn off some of her white coat and wadded it up in her mouth. Stepped forward. Turned around to him.

He told himself to hurry up and do it. Waiting would only hurt her more. It shouldn’t be this hard. He’d done it a hundred times before. What was one more person?

He snapped his fingers, and a familiar smell of burning skin filled the arid desert air.

😩A random hurt/comfort

Riza was exhausted. She wasn’t sure how doing just menial tasks could drain someone so much, but it probably had something to do with the fact that her boss was a homunculus holding her hostage. To make things worst, even coming home was no relief. The shadows were everywhere, even in her small, bare apartment. The second she let herself feel safe, or stopped thinking about the fact that she was being watched constantly, he (or rather it) would remind her. Maybe it was a sudden sense of a creeping bloodlust, or the glimpse of slitted eyes and slices of teeth, all which disappeared the second she looked. She had no privacy. These last few days she hadn’t even dared to bathe.

To make things worst, today someone had broken into her apartment. She couldn’t even fathom why they would do that. Wasn’t the constant surveillance enough? But it was too well down for a common thief. If she hadn’t know better she wouldn’t of even noticed it was broken into. But she had placed a slip of paper in the door when she went out, and now it was gone.

“You’d better have not made a mess of things,” she muttered, hoping Pride could hear it. She opened the door and for a second was frozen in shock.

They hadn’t broken into her apartment at all. Roy had.

Flowers filled up the entire place. Some in vases (really expensive looking ones), some hanging from the ceiling, some just randomly scattered about. In the middle of her kitchen table was a note and bottle of whiskey.

Black Hayate ran up to her, barking happily. She reached down to pet him, rather absentmindedly.

“That idiot,” she murmured, fighting a smile. “He’s crazy.”

She went over to the table and picked up the note.

To 1st Lieutenant Riza Hawkeye,

Look, I’m sorry, but I really didn’t know what to do with the flowers. Please don’t shoot me.

I hope you enjoy the whiskey. It’s really good stuff. And you sounded like you needed it.

Roy Mustang. (Riza had to squint at the doodle next to his name. Was that a heart made out of flames? Really? Yes. Yes it was.)

PS: before you ask, yes, I’m doing my paperwork.

Riza rolled her eyes, but she couldn’t stop smiling. The flowers left plenty of shadows, but for once she couldn’t bother feeling scared. She took a swig of the whiskey and enjoyed the burn down her throat. Black Hayate jumped into her arms, and she cuddled him.

Leave it to Roy. The first time he sent her flowers and he had to give her an entire cart worth.

#Royai #fullmetal alchemist #ships #roy Mustang #riza hawkeye #fluff #angsty #Whump #hurt/comfort #emotional whump

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howdoyousleep3 · 4 years ago

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(apologies if you've written something like this already) I would pay for your thoughts on if BB Bucky or BB Stevie would ever give their daddys lap dances? Would Bucky ever be able to give himself over and be that forward you think? What music would Stevie choose? Lots of love as always K!

Hi, honeybun! Such good questions, how fun.

I think it’s quite obvious who would be more likely to give his Daddy a lap dance and that’s Stevie Baby. He’s confident in his skin, in his abilities, in his sexuality. He knows how to work what he has, knows what his Daddy likes to see. He doesn’t need a drop of liquor in his system to shimmy into his Daddy’s home office in little shorts, pull James up by his tie, shove him down onto the leather couch in the same room.

It’s the only acceptable time for Stevie baby to be a bit pushy and to get up in his Daddy’s face in such a way. He’s the most natural tease James has ever been witness to and lap dances are the perfect opportunity for that. He’ll kiss Daddy’s cheek, nip at his jaw, whisper, “M’bored and you need a break. Keep your hands to yourself…”

I think Steve could work any kind of music to his advantage, but I think he would be keen on something with a bit of bass, something hella sensual. I can see both babies swaying it to this song but I think Steve could really work it to this one. It’s a little more upbeat and fun but it’s very him. He’d roll his hips, would straddle his Daddy, would somehow barely be touching James in a way that makes Daddy just the right amount of frustrated.

He’d put his chest in Daddy’s face, would shimmy, would let Daddy get an eyeful of his ass. The shorts do nothing to hide it but with every roll and sway of his hips they turn more and more into panties, fabric slipping and getting caught between those cheeks. Stevie would be someone who does a lot of chin tapping, eyes up here kinda shit, leaning in for a kiss but holding back.

Lap dances are frustrating for James but they’re almost unbearable because of the fact that Steve suddenly has all of this control, isn’t the risky and impatient thing he normally is. Even after Steve has pressed his dick down into James’ lap, all he does is whimper before continuing to grind and sway. It’s always James who ends lap dances, who doesn’t let Steve shake himself into the next song, instead choosing to suck a mark onto the side of Steve’s neck until Stevie doll breaks and tells his Daddy to touch him.

Now, Baby Buck! I think he could if he hyped himself up just right. He is confident! Just nothing as outward as Stevie Baby. Bucky knows that his Daddy loves him and his body and his everything. He knows Steve would love the surprise of a lap dance. I’m sure he’d need to practice a few times, would need to try on different outfits to see what he feels comfiest in.

Nat would help him, would help with the outfit, the loosening up. They’d take a few shots, Nat would sit in a chair or on the couch, would help Bucky with the ease of positioning, how to roll his hips just right. They’d crush it. He’d have it down in a few weeks I bet, be confident enough to proceed.

Steve would be caught off guard. He’s sitting at the dinner table waiting for Buck to come down and join him for their meal when he’s startled by the sound of a song starting up.

“Buck, I thought we were—”

The words die in his throat when he turns and sees Bucky in an oversized hoodie and fishnets. Steve is confused but can put two and two together, is looking at Bucky slink his way over to his Daddy (fuck, he can’t take his eyes off of the line of Bucky’s legs, his thighs) and can hear the tone of the song right away. When Bucky is close enough, he plops himself sensually down into Steve’s lap, grabs hold of his tie, murmurs, “Got somethin’ special for you, Daddy...”

Steve is dumbstruck, stupidly says, “But it’s… it’s Wednesday,” back to Bucky, whose cheeks go a bit pink as he giggles. He doesn’t respond verbally.

The reason for the oversized hoodie is two-fold: teasing and comfort. Bucky knows the more he feels his Daddy’s hands on his body, the more confident he’ll get which will allow him the peace of mind to finally take the hoodie off. And with the hoodie he can tease Steve more than without it. What is holding these stockings up? What undies does he have on? What else is under the hoodie?

And Bucky can’t say no to his Daddy’s hands like Stevie does; Bucky wants Daddy’s hands on him. He wants to feel that tension, that want. He wants Steve’s hands to tell him he’s doing a good job, wants them to spur him on. Squeezes at his hips, tips of his chin, strokes up his back—Bucky is eager for it all.

What’s infuriating yet endearing is Bucky would absolutely knock this shit out of the park. He’d be so incredibly sensual with the way he moves his body with syrupy practiced ease, the way he looks at Steve, watches him. Steve would feel like he’s drowning, would be watching his hands move and dance across Bucky’s skin, more and more of it being shown as the song goes on. I’m quite certain his mouth would never fully close.

“Jesus fucking christ,” he’d bite out when Bucky chooses to take the hoodie off in the same moment he turns around, sits himself in Daddy’s lap backwards, grinding in the most erotic swirl Steve’s ever seen as he raises his arms. It gives Steve an eyeful of the fishnets and the garter and the thong and—

The bralette.

Bucky would barely get through the song.

Steve is huffing and puffing and about to come in his pants, hands gripping Bucky so tight, Bucky can barely work his way through his song. Steve tries, he tries so goddamn hard, to let go of Bucky, to let his baby show Daddy what he’s been working so hard on, but it’s just not possible. Steve’s breaking point is when Bucky busts out a deliberate body roll, hands gripping backwards onto Steve’s knees, the wet tip of Bucky’s dick peaking out through the line of his panties.

Daddy makes sure to lay the praise on thick while he fucks Bucky so thoroughly and enthusiastically on top of their kitchen table, he knocks the very meal he’d been waiting on Bucky to eat right to the floor.

SO fun, yes yes thank you so much for this! Lots of love right back at you, bb!

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ayatosmlktea · 5 years ago

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A/N: The things you think of while cutting tomatoes. @bakugoustanaccount this is for you because you deserve some Bakugou fluff. Sorry if it’s kinda shit. Getting back into writing was way harder than I thought. Culinary School Bakugou AU

Word count: 3.1k

Warnings: None, fluff

Pairings: Bakugou x reader

Disclaimer: I know nothing about culinary school. So don’t roast me. I tried my best!

Tags: @babybabydoki, @thesecretnerd27

Bakugou was not a man of words, at least not when it came to expressing his feelings. Sure he had no problem giving people a piece of his mind when they pissed him off or when things were not up to his standards. But talking about his actual feelings, like the crush he’d harboured on you for a little over a year? Not a chance in hell were the words coming out of his mouth.

In all honesty, Bakugou wasn’t sure why you stuck around him. He had been such an ass to you the first month of classes, constantly ragging on you for your lack of coordination and time management in the kitchen. In his defense, you were amateur at best and probably shouldn’t have wasted all that money to get into one of the finest culinary schools Japan had to offer.

‘It looked like fun’ was all you had to say. Your reasoning had shook the blond to his core, and he had been certain that you’d drop out within the first week or two if he was being generous. However, much to his surprise you’d been persistent in trying to succeed.

You eventually got fed up with his incessant criticisms and had bit the bullet to ask for his help. Bakugou wasn’t sure what to say, the image of you clearly distressed and face slick with sweat, chef’s coat covered in stains tugged on heartstrings he didn’t know existed. Begrudgingly he agreed, after all it was a boost to his ego.

He held it over your head ever since, constantly bringing up the cause for your sudden improvement due to his culinary genius. The two of you somehow grew closer after that, more often than not you found yourself over at his apartment until almost four in the morning coming up with new recipes, trying out different flavour combinations and inevitably eating way too much.

“I think this is the best one so far” you manage to get out in between bites of cake.

“Don’t talk with your mouth full, dumbass.” He grumbles, flicking your forehead roughly. Sticking your cake clad tongue at you burst into a fit of laughter as Bakugou cringes.

“That’s disgusting,” he muttered carrying empty plates to the sink and running hot water over them.

“Seriously Bakugou, I think you’ll get an A plus with that cake.” Scoffing loudly Bakugou is grateful his back is turned so you can’t see the huge blush spreading across his cheeks.

“Shut up and help me clean up, brat”

“Always so eloquent Katsuki” you grin unaware of the way the sound of his name rolling off your tongue sent his heart into cardiac arrest.

.·。.·゜✭·.·✫·゜·。..·

You were always clumsy, something that Bakugou knew all too well. The amount of times you’d almost cut yourself trying to catch your knife that was about to slide off the counter was enough to guarantee early heart failure in the explosive blond.

You shared the same workstation as Bakugou and while he was always one to throw himself head first into their assignments for the day; he was finding it harder and harder not to get lost in watching you bite your bottom lip while you read the day’s recipe.

The dark circles under your eyes a testament to how hard you’d been working to catch up with the rest of the class. Bakugou probably wouldn’t directly tell you but your pairing skills had drastically improved since the first month of classes.

Your knife work was becoming more seamless and uniform and the smile you’d flashed him when your instructor had complimented you on it made his stomach clench with butterflies.

“Thanks I guess” you smirked later that evening. It was now routine for the two of you to hangout after class, going back to either of your apartments to try and get ahead for the next lesson. Plus it helped that you always managed to whip up dinners that rivaled any pricey restaurant you’d ever been taken out to.

“You guess? If it wasn’t for me your ass would be failing” Bakugou retorts hottily, his gaze watching your fingers as they glide a potato across the madalin a little too carelessly for this liking. Your eyes were focused on him, attention not on the extremely sharp blade that was capable of slicing your fingers in half.

“Watch your fingers dumba-” before he can even finish his sentence you yelp in pain pulling your hand back dropping the potato and cradling your fingers against your chest.

“Fuckfuckfuck” you hiss repeatedly squeezing your fingers together to try and stop the blood from seeping out.

“I fucking told you to be careful!” Bakugou growls grabbing a paper towel and running it under water before wrapping it around your fingers.

“I was being careful!” You shot back through gritted teeth. It was obviously a lie, but you were in pain and your pride was hurt at being called out on your bullshit.

“Tch you’re bleeding all over my floor dumbass, this is careful to you?” Your recklessness annoyed him, and the fact that you weren’t taking it seriously made him even more angry.

“Okay whatever! I’m an idiot, glad we worked that out” you snapped back, the painful throbbing of your fingers was making it hard to match Bakugou’s sarcastic energy like you usually did.

You didn’t want to look at your fingers as he unwrapped the soaked towel from around them, the sight of all that blood was making you light headed and before you knew it you were hyperventilating.

“Oi, stop freaking out! It doesn’t look that bad! I don’t think you need stitches.” He shouts and while it would have made anyone else freak out more it helped you calm down. If Bakugou was calm, something was definitely wrong.

“Hold this tightly” he grumbled before disappearing into the bathroom.

Against your better judgement you looked at the gash across your pinky and ring finger. They were fairly large cuts but at least you couldn’t see your bone...right?

“Didn’t I tell you to hold it?” Bakugou’s voice makes your shoulders jump, a guilty smile on your face as you press the wet towel over your fingers. It made you squeamish but you knew that bleeding out was far less appealing than a few minutes of pain.

“Since when did you get a first aid kit?”

“Since I became friends with your clumsy ass” he muttered under his breath.

“Did you just call us friends? Wow, I truly have peaked. Thank you God”

“Shut up or I’ll kick you out”

“You wouldn’t dare” you were right, he wouldn’t have. But you didn’t need to know that.

.·。.·゜✭·.·✫·゜·。..·

Throughout the next year your friendship with the blond only grew. You had met his close group of friends who he would never call his family, but you had learned to read between the lines with Bakugou. Mina often commented on you being the only other girl he’d managed to get close to in his life, and while you blew her off every single time it made your stomach flutter with butterflies at the possibility of something more.

Bakugou paid attention to a lot of things, even if it didn’t seem like it. Small pieces of yourself that you revealed in passing casual conversations stuck to his brain like glue.

The longer you stuck around him, the harder it was becoming to push down the growing feelings he had for you. There were only so many times he could watch you bite your lip without imagining tugging it between his own teeth. It was the last class before you would have two weeks of in between semesters. Two weeks where Bakugou wouldn’t see you on a daily basis, he wasn’t even sure if you wanted to keep practicing together although he hoped you’d ask him to rather than having to bring it up himself.

“My fingers are about to cramp in this position forever” you huff, adjusting the grip around your knife before continuing to peel potatoes. A stray piece of your hair had fallen from your bun and without thinking Bakugou reached out and tucked it behind your ear.

You stopped mid-sentence as the tips of your ears turned bright red. When his brain finally caught up to his actions Bakugou didn’t speak to you for the rest of the class, the pounding in his chest was almost painful. He had left before you had finished cleaning up your station.

.·。.·゜✭·.·✫·゜·。..·

He ignored your texts and calls, he needed to sort out his feelings. He hadn’t expected to let you this close to him, to worm your way into his heart and become a part of his routine. He didn’t want to fall in love with you, but everything about you that he had found annoying quickly turned into everything he loved about you.

The crinkle of your nose when you didn't understand something, the way you wandered over to his station to steal extra pastries off of him. Your compliments always made his heart skip a beat, it shouldn’t have been so important to him but Bakugou found himself craving your praise more than your instructor.

Slamming the door closed a little harder than was necessary he dumped his bag on the floor and headed to the bathroom to take a shower. He needed to get your smell off of him, his fingers still tingled with electricity if he thought back to the feeling of skin under his touch.

Bakugou couldn’t deny that he had more fun with you than when he was working alone. Even if you did get distracted every five seconds. It was stupid, you occupied every waking thought he had. He couldn’t even cook without turning to you to get your opinion on a recipe before realizing you weren’t there.

The empty pit that dropped in his stomach every time he thought about messaging you only grew as the days dragged on. You hadn’t messaged him since last week and it was a little pathetic to admit that every notification ping had his heart racing, hoping that it was you.

But why would you do that when it was him who had started this war. Bakugou’s pride was going to be the death of him, he would have rather died than admit that he was in love with you. His stubbornness wouldn’t allow himself to admit that he needed you more than he had wanted to believe. So what if time passed slower without you, he’d find things to fill the void. So what if he missed the sound of your laugh, it didn’t matter. He had other friends.

Nothing tasted good anymore, there was always something missing in everything he cooked. He couldn’t be bothered to try anymore, most of his nights ended with the kitchen in a mess and him cursing loudly in frustration. You were missing. He couldn’t fight it anymore, he needed to apologize. Everything felt incomplete without you. Classes were starting in a few days and he knew he needed to fix things before then.

Come over for dinner. At 8. If you’re late I’m not letting you in.

Wow, not even a hello.

It’s free food, dumbass.

Fine.

Bakugou’s hands trembled slightly as he put his phone down, it was far from perfect but it was a start. Throwing on his jacket he felt a surge of excitement and passion that he hadn’t felt for nearly two weeks.

He would make it up to you.

.·。.·゜✭·.·✫·゜·。..·

Your stomach growled as you stepped foot into Bakugou’s apartment. You were still mad at him for ignoring you but God if his cooking wasn’t enough to make your resolve crumble.

“7:59, you’re really cutting it close huh?”

“I was debating whether to come or not” you replied smoothly, hanging your jacket on the coat rack. Your answer felt like little needles poking him in the chest, this was going to be much more difficult than he had anticipated.

Bakugou noticed that you looked more put together than one the days he’d invited you to come over and cook before and he couldn’t help but wonder if it had anything to do with your feelings towards him. Not that he was complaining, the outfit you had chosen hugged your body in all the right places, not to mention your lips were looking extra kissa-snap out of it. If he messed it up now there would be no going back.

It’s not a date. You repeatedly told yourself, and yet you had still put in more effort than you should have. Maybe you had worn your sheer lacy black top on purpose, it was just a confidence boost after all. And most definitely not because you were trying to give him a sneak peek of what was under it.

It had been far too long since you had invaded his personal space and the smell of his cologne had your body buzzing with nervous energy. You had hoped that after the hair incident something would have happened between the two of you. But you hadn’t expected him to ignore you. You shouldn’t have been surprised, it shouldn’t have hurt, but all the nights you had spent at his place had you feeling like maybe there was room for something more.

“Whatcha making?” You asked peering over his shoulder.

“It’s a surprise” he muttered, turning around to push you out of the kitchen.

“Well I can still smell it” you retort, swerving around him to turn on the oven light but before you could reach it Bakugou grabbed your waist and tugged you backwards.

“I said it’s a surprise! Don’t go and ruin it”

“You’re no fun Katsuki” you sigh, trying to act as nonchalant as possible while his palms burn their imprint against your skin.

“Trust me Y/N! Stop making this harder than it needs to be!” There was no winning against Bakugou when he was in a stubborn mood. Pouting you make your way back to the couch because you weren’t allowed to be in the kitchen until it was time to eat.

It felt oddly comfortable being in his apartment, you’d never really been left to entertain yourself before. If you closed your eyes it almost felt like he was your boyfr-nope. You were not going to go down that road. Every rational thought was screaming at you that it was stupid to believe he harboured any feelings for you, especially after what had happened two weeks ago.

“Oi Y/N! If you wanna eat, get your ass up” Bakugou shouted from the kitchen and you snapped out of your daydream. Definitely not your boyfriend…

You were ready to whip out a snarky comment but the words caught in your throat at the sight before you. It was...dare you say romantic. Bakugou’s eyes were watching you intently while you struggled to gather your thoughts. The room was dimly lit with a few candles, your eyes glued to the dish of pasta in front of you.

“Are you just gonna stare or are you actually going to eat?” Bakugou pulls out your chair and the cage that were guarding your butterflies was threatening to break open.

“I’ve never seen anyone make lasagna look so...romantic” You laugh, letting him push your seat in for you.

“It’s your favourite isn’t it?” He asks with a smirk tugging on the corner of his lips. Your heart is hammering forcefully against your ribcage, in the entire year you’d been friends with Bakugou you’d only mentioned it a handful of times. To be honest you weren’t even sure he had been listening to you, the reasons behind his motives for making your favourite dish had your cheeks heating up.

“I didn’t think you’d remember that” you mumbled.

“I remember a lot of things” For some reason the way he says it has you clinging onto a hope you know you shouldn’t. Bakugou was not in love with you, it was purely coincidence that he’d made your favourite meal.

It didn’t mean anything.

At least that’s what you tried telling yourself, until he brought desert out. Conversation had eventually begun to flow easier than it had in the beginning, probably due to the two glasses of wine that you’d consumed. You weren’t tipsy but you were definitely feeling bolder than before.

“Is that what I think it is?” you gasp as Bakugou sets down a pie tin. The surge of pride he feels at your wide eyed stare was comparable to nothing else. You can feel your mouth watering as he cuts you a piece of cheesecake.

“Ohmygod Katsuki this is so good!” you moan as you take a bite of cheesecake. It’s salted caramel, your favourite. Something weird was happening, something you might not have had the balls to pursue under normal circumstances. Liquid courage igniting your veins, you force yourself to make eye contact with crimson orbs and ask the question you weren’t sure you wanted an answer to.

“Why did you ignore me?” You can almost see the wheels turning in his head, and for a second you wish you could melt into the floor and disappear. The silence was suffocating and you seriously considered just grabbing your coat and dashing out of his apartment.

“It’s okay if you do-”

“I have feelings for you”

His words shock you and for a moment you can’t tell if what you had heard was a figment of your imagination.

“What?” every nerve in your body is on edge, fight or flight system ready to bolt the hell out of his apartment if things go wrong.

“I have feelings for you, dumbass! For a whole year, and I didn’t want to deal with it because I’m scared to fuck it up! I’m not good with words, the only way I can express myself is through cooking.” It takes a moment for it to click in your mind but his amused scoff and eye roll when your eyes light up with recognition are almost endearing.

“Wait, so you did all this...to confess?”

“Isn’t that just what I said?”

“So, what if I said I liked you too?” Your voice was barely above a whisper, your throat suddenly felt way too dry.

“Then I’d kiss you” Your stomach was doing somersaults and you were sure that under normal circumstances the nerves alone would have made you puke.

“I like you too Katsuki” the look Bakugou gives you is almost feral and before you can react he’s already moved to cup your face in his hands. The second his lips touch yours, the cage inside your stomach breaks open and butterflies are spreading throughout your body. Your hands tangle themselves in soft blond locks, angling your face to deepen the kiss. His tongue swipes along your bottom lip and you respond without hesitation. You can taste salted caramel on his tongue and it has your head spinning. Who knew Bakugou Katsuki was such a good kisser. Maybe he was boyfriend material after all.

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