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❛ IDEAL BODY ❜

Mello X ED!fem!reader

WC; 500 + | !MDNI! | TW/CW : Eating disorders, reader is obsessed with being the ideal body, so thin and fit, skipping meals

⋆·˚ ༘ * 𝑅𝐸𝒬𝒰𝐸𝒮𝒯 :: (filled request) HIII I was wondering if you would ever feel like writing mello x ED!reader, like a reader whos obsessed with being thin or the feeling of not eating, I understand if not and thank you for reading this!! Love your works! - ANON

A/NOTE :: I don't have much personal experience with ED's so please, if there is something wrong about what I write please let me know because i'd like to be as accurate as possible ! thank you >.<

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Mello is really perceptive so it doesn't take him that much time to realise that you skip a meal more than a normal person should. If you two eat together, he would notice that you would more than likely push your food around instead of eating it, distracting him with your yaps. But, he notices that you aren't eating.

Its takes Mello very little time to realise that you do have an obsession with being a certain body type, which is what you currently have now. However, you are so so so conscious of gaining weight. It would be the little things you say and do which is when he realises that this isn't just an obsession with being the 'ideal body' type, it's a lot more serious.

Mello would never directly ask you if you have an ED but he does directly approach you if that makes sense lmao? He will be to the somewhat point and he will ask why you aren't eating as you're already sexy, hot, beautiful and stunning and his girlfriend and he loves you more than just your looks.

You kinda just stood there flabbergasted lmao, your jaw would be dropped. You would have been so confused at why your man would have just blatantly asked you such a thing, and that straight forward. But you did come to realise that he is a little rough around the edges and doesn't really understand how to express the softer, caring emotions, but that's okay! you're there to help him >.<

Mello deeply worries for you though, he cares more than he admits. Both you and to himself. He checks up with you during your meals, if you could even call them that, and he'd watch you eat. It starts to become that when he comes over Mello brings your favourite snacks bc he will know you'll eat them and he can hear your stomach growling from not eating.

He'd make sure that you take care of yourself, he feels so much pain watching you suffer from not eating because you want a thin body.

Mello doesn't understand eating disorders all that well so he learns and researches for you so he can be more careful around you. He beats himself up when he watches you flinch or frown when he says something wrong.

But, as time passes and the two of you become closer, he's a lot more patient and realises that his 'lectures' about you having to eat is not the best approach and he has realised that, even if it took him some time!

Mello tries his best to put his input with suggestions or alternatives. Like, going to the gym to work out to get thinner which means you can eat normal meals and stuff like that.

He comforts you if you are struggling to eat food, like holding your hand and rubbing small circles in your palm.

Do not copy, steal, modify, etc. Relogs and likes are appreciated.

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@mellos-blonde-hair

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circle of sleep <3

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The setup, in case you were wondering lol

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can you do sfw and nsfw eyeless jack hc's? :3

Eyeless Jack SFW and NSFW headcanons

🧸ྀི English is not my first language, so sorry for the grammar mistakes !! 🤍

! Warning ! -> It has NSFW, which means it has 18+ in writing ‹𝟹

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༉‧₊˚. SFW:

🫘‧₊˚彡 He felt insecure at the beginning of your relationship, he didn't like to take off the mask, but gradually you gained his trust and made him trust you enough to walk freely around the house without the mask ♡‧₊˚

🫘‧₊˚彡 Even though he's a monster he's a super calm and kind (at least with you) ♡‧₊˚

🫘‧₊˚彡 He can accidentally hurt you because of his size and not knowing how to control his strength, because to him you are just a fragile little human that he loves and wants to protect ♡‧₊˚

🫘‧₊˚彡 Loves playing with your hair and also likes it when you touch his hair ♡‧₊˚

🫘‧₊˚彡 He becomes very happy when you tell him he is handsome, he starts smiling so much and a little blush will appears on his cheeks ♡‧₊˚

Y/N: "You're so beautiful... so different and perfect.. I'm lucky to have you"

Jack: ":)"

🫘‧₊˚彡 Before meeting you, he didn't believe he would find someone who would like a monster that eats organs like him, but now that he has you, he is more than grateful that there is someone like you who loves him for who he is ♡‧₊˚

🫘‧₊˚彡 If you get hurt, he will help you, he will examine the wound and help you heal it carefully because he doesn't want to put you in more pain ♡‧₊˚

🫘‧₊˚彡 If you're crying, he will probably ask why you're crying, and if it's because of a person, he will "have a conversation" with them ♡‧₊˚

🫘‧₊˚彡 Cuddles, well he'll put his arms around your waist and his chin on top of your head ♡‧₊˚

🫘‧₊˚彡 He love your kisses, he would spend the whole day receiving them without complaining ♡‧₊˚

༉‧₊˚. NSFW:

🫘‧₊˚彡 He will give you head, and trust me, he knows how to use his tongues (because he has three) very well ♡‧₊˚

🫘‧₊˚彡 Well, when I say he is big, it's because he is. It can be painful at first when he's trying to get inside you, but then it's just pleasure ♡‧₊˚

🫘‧₊˚彡 He can be rough and fast or gentle and slow, it depends on what you want or if he is horny ♡‧₊˚

🫘‧₊˚彡 He will moan but he prefers to hear you moan and whimper (this will probably make him even hornier) ♡‧₊˚

🫘‧₊˚彡 When you cry with pleasure, he becomes worried and becomes gentler because he thinks he is hurting you ♡‧₊˚

🫘‧₊˚彡 When you are giving him head, that's a different story, he'll be whimpering with pleasure, and gently pulling your head even further, making you go deeper on his d*ck ♡‧₊˚

🫘‧₊˚彡 He gets even more turned on when he thinks about getting you pregnant (even if you can't or if you can) he likes to fill you with his c#m ♡‧₊˚

Jack: "Mhm~..I want to s-see you f-full.. yeah, completely full with my c#m i-inside of y-you~..g-good girl/boy.."

🫘‧₊˚彡 You can masturbate him but get ready to hear him whimper with pleasure, it will be loud ♡‧₊˚

🫘‧₊˚彡 He knows human anatomy and knows very well the weak points of pleasure ♡‧₊˚

🫘‧₊˚彡 After everything, he will try his best to clean you up (with his tongue ig) and then change both your and his clothes, he will lay you on top of him and he will gently stroke your back ♡‧₊˚

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(I'm sleepy, don't blame me (ó﹏ò｡)♡)

Byee!! ꒰ᐢ. .ᐢ꒱

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❛ COMFORT ❜

Mello X Fem!Reader

WC; +| !MDNI! | TW/CW :: x fem reader, she/her, afab terms and body, period, blood.

⋆·˚ ༘ * 𝑅𝐸𝒬𝒰𝐸𝒮𝒯 :: Hii I was wondering if you'd want to write like anything to do w period comfort w Mello, it's okay if not 🫶🏻🫶🏻💝 have a nice day - @maeswonders 

A/NOTE :: i made these headcanons with a drabble type at the end, i hope that is alright

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𝐻𝐸𝒜𝒟𝒞𝒜𝒩𝒪𝒩𝒮 ::

Mello may not be the most emotionally expressive person, but he genuinely cares about you. When he sees you're in pain, his usually tough exterior softens. He'll sit beside you, offering quiet reassurances, and sometimes even awkwardly stroke your hair, unsure if he's doing it right but hoping it helps.

Mello learns that a hot water bottle is a lifesaver during your period. He makes sure it's always ready for you, and if he can’t find it, he'll heat up a towel instead, improvising to make sure you’re as comfortable as possible.

Given Mello's own love for chocolate, he understands the craving. He’ll share his stash with you, even giving you his favorite bars. If you're feeling particularly down, he might even make a special trip to get your favorite treats.

He knows that distraction helps, so Mello will set up movie marathons with your favorite films or shows. He’ll make sure the living room is cozy, bringing in blankets and pillows to create a perfect nest for you both.

Despite how Mello's diet is basically just chocolate, Mello will try to cook for you. It might be a bit chaotic, but his effort to make your favorite comfort food is heartwarming. If cooking fails, he'll order takeout from your favorite place.

Mello isn't usually one for excessive physical affection, but during your period, he makes an exception. He’ll pull you close, wrapping his arms around you and holding you tight. His body heat is comforting, and he hopes his presence makes you feel better.

He doesn’t mind running errands for you. Whether it’s getting more pads/tampons, picking up a prescription, or grabbing some snacks, Mello is on it. He might grumble about it, but he does it without hesitation because he cares about you >.<

If your cramps are really bad, Mello will attempt to give you a massage. He’s not an expert, but he’ll follow any instructions you give him, pressing gently on your lower back or wherever you’re hurting most.

Mello knows that hormones can make emotions run high. He’s patient when you’re feeling irritable or upset, understanding that it’s not personal. If you snap at him, he’ll let it slide and do his best to keep things calm.

He’ll make sure you have everything you need before bed—extra blankets, a heating pad, your favorite pajamas. Mello might even read to you or tell you stories to help you relax and fall asleep more easily.

Mello knows how tough you are, but he also knows everyone needs support sometimes. He’ll remind you that it’s okay to take it easy and that you’re strong for pushing through the discomfort.

Mello might leave little notes or small surprises for you to find throughout the day. Whether it’s a sweet note telling you he loves you or a small gift, these gestures are his way of showing he cares and is thinking about you.

𝒟𝑅𝒜𝐵𝐵𝐿𝐸 ::

It feel like someone is constantly punching you in the lower abdomen. You curl up on the couch, clutching a pillow to your stomach, hoping that curling up into a ball would give some relief. The TV is on, playing some random show, but you can’t focus on it. All you can think about is how much you wish the cramps would stop.

Mello walks into the room, his usual confident stride a bit more cautious today. He notices your discomfort immediately and his brow furrows with concern.

“You look like hell,” he says, his tone was rough but he was truly worried about you, he didn't like seeing you in pain knowing that it was your own body causing it.

“Thanks, Mello. That’s really helpful,” you reply sarcastically, though there’s no real bite to your words.

He sighs and sits down beside you, placing a warm hand over shoulder. “Sorry. I just hate seeing you like this. Here.” He pulls a hot water bottle from behind his back and hands it to you. “I figured this might help.”

You take it gratefully, pressing it against your stomach and feeling a slight relief from the heat. “Thank you,” you mumble.

Mello shifts awkwardly, clearly out of his element. “Do you need anything else? Painkillers? Chocolate?”

You shake your head. “Just stay with me?”

He nods, eyes softening. “Of course.”

Mello gets up and returns with a blanket, draping it over you before settling back down. He pulls you closer, letting you rest your head on his chest. You can tell he’s trying his best to comfort you.

“You wanna watch something specific?” he asks, picking up the remote. “Or just keep this on?”

“Something distracting,” you reply. “Nothing too serious.”

He scrolls through the options and settles on a lighthearted comedy, the kind that always manages to make you laugh. As the show starts, he keeps an arm around you, hoping that you'll grow to feel better underneath his touch.

After a few minutes, he mutters, “You know, I have no idea what I’m doing here. But I’m trying.”

You look up at him, touched by his honesty. “You’re doing great, Mello. Just having you here helps a lot.”

“Yeah, well, don’t get used to it. I’ve got a reputation to maintain.”

You chuckle softly, feeling a bit better just from having him by your side. “Your secret’s safe with me.”

Mello relaxes a bit more, his smirk turning into a genuine smile. “Good. Now, let’s see if this show is any good.”

Do not copy, steal, modify, etc. Relogs and likes are appreciated.

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i hope this was okay- 🧍🏼‍♀️

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HEYYYYYY I WAS WONDERING IF U COULD DO LIKE EJ JEFF AND TOBY WITH A PARTNER WITH EXTREMLY LONG HAIR LIKE DOWN TO THEIR TOES. LIKE WOULD THEY HELP READER TAKE CARE OF IT OR NOT PARTAKE IN HELPING 💪🏽💪🏽💪🏽

reading this genuinely had me shocked😨

CREEPS X LONG HAIR!READER

EYELESS JACK

-> your hair can get tangled really easily especially while you're asleep

-> so he can would often help you detangle your hair

-> you would be sitting on the floor infront of the couch, jack sitting on the couch with detangle spray and a hairbrush

-> he is basically your savior in that situation

JEFF THE KILLER

-> he was trying so hard to not cut your hair in your sleep

-> jeff knew you would be mad if he did though, and he doesn't want to lose you

-> has a love-hate relationship with your hair

-> he actually has no reason to hate your hair, he just doesn't really like it

TICCI TOBY

-> he loves trying new hairstyles on you, he actually just loves playing with your hair

-> watching tv? hes playing in your hair. you're cooking? hes behind you playing in your hair. going to sleep? IN YOUR HAIR.

-> unlike jeff, he LOVES. your hair. never wants you to cut your hair like..ever

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RAHHH

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oh okay

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this year while we all celebrate pride month and celebrate ourselves as well as those who came before us and paved the way for us to do so, we must also think of those in gaza, queer or not, who live every day under a brutal occupation and don’t have that same privilege. happy pride, and may we see a free palestine in this lifetime.

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IM GONNA TWEAK OUT NOOO

xxSabitoxx is now archived. 

After some heavy consideration over the last few months, I have come to the conclusion that I am going to be archiving xxSabitoxx. 

I have poured nearly three years of my life into this blog. I have seen several friends come and go. And most of all, I have been blessed with such a large following that I truly don’t deserve. 

However, my love for writing has slowly diminished, just as my love for this site has. I am not going to go into boring detail as I do not want it to seem like I am searching for pity.

But, before I go, it has been brought to my attention that many are displeased with the way I handled a particular anon ask last week. I wanted to take a second to apologize, as I agree that I could have answered that question much more level-headed and maturely. It has since been deleted because I did not like the way I was spoken to, and I especially disliked the way I spoke to them. 

I could have responded to that ask in several ways and I chose to be rude, and for that I am sorry. 

With that being said, I’ve had my fair share of ups and downs on Tumblr over the last decade under a few other usernames and aliases. I’ve witnessed the steady dumpster-fire decline of Tumblr etiquette and people's genuine disregard for others on here.

I am simply one person with a life outside of the stories I choose to write. I have several priorities that will always outweigh my hobbies.

After all this time, I can say I am finally done. I’m over it. There is no point in putting effort into a hobby I no longer have a passion for. So I am closing this chapter today to start fresh tomorrow.

I cannot begin to thank you all enough for choosing to read my work and support my blog. Whether you’ve been with me since the start or just followed me today, you supported me in some way and I’m forever thankful for that. 

I’m deeply sorry I couldn’t do more, and I am especially sorry for those who were waiting on stories that will never be written. I hope you can forgive me but I understand if you can’t. 

It has been both a wonderful and terrible journey as xxSabitoxx / May. And as much as I would love to be done with this and simply click the “delete blog” button in my settings – I know many of you enjoy the stories I’ve posted and quite frankly I have grown attached to this blog as well. 

So, it shall remain an archive that may one day revive itself but please do not hold your breath. If the day comes that I decide it’s time to delete this blog, I will take the time to move as much of my work as I can over to ao3 before doing so. 

So, until we meet again, take care.

- May

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By horror surrealist photographer Christopher McKenney.

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the floor is lava!

bsd boys + reader

*all of these are optional romantic/platonic, except for Kenji, who is strictly platonic*

wc : 0.7k

a/n : quick little fun post while I work on my other shit- was missin the bsd content <3

obey me ver. |

It was a quiet rainy day, and everyone was minding their own business (for once). Nothing could’ve possibly ruined the relaxing silence…

“THE FLOOR IS LAVA!” 

Armed Detective Agency 

Before you even have a chance to move, Dazai is jumping straight up, entire body weight and all four spangly limbs, right into your arms. Whether you can actually hold him up- or you both end up eating the floor - he’ll insist that you’re his knight in shining armor and you simply must hold him

Atsushi, on the other hand, will waste no time before swooping you off your feet, even if it means he has to stand in the ‘lava’ himself. He’d absolutely fucking sprint to you and grab you if he needed to because he is a gentleman 

And of course, to no one’s surprise, Ranpo was the one who shouted it. He already had his ass parked on top of his desk, snacks surrounding him- though he’ll make room for you to hop up if you hurry (and will share his snacks if you trip someone on their way to safety) 

In typical Kunikida fashion, he’s there to wave around his notebook and demand everyone quit playing games and get back to work. Even so, he’ll easily catch you when you jump at him, cause I mean..he wasn’t just gonna let you fall [in lava]

Fukuzawa doesn’t exactly understand, so he’ll stand and watch everyone else scramble around. He’ll also help you climb on top of a desk (with eyes crinkled at the corners in amusement)

Having never played before, Kenji will also just stand around until you grab his hand and pull him towards the couch. A quick ‘hurry!’ from you and he’s laughing and jumping on the cushions with you, listening intently when you explain the game 

Junichiro tries to climb on your chair with you, whining when you place your foot on his chest to stop him. Surprisingly, he’ll just pick you up quickly before sitting down in your spot, curling his arms around you with a huff while you guys try to keep balance on one another, keeping your feet off the ground 

Port Mafia 

Chuuya would like to say he’s all cool and suave about it, but the second he processes those words, he’s activating his ability and floating over to grab you up off the floor too. He’ll hold you over his shoulder so the two of you can throw shit at everyone else scrambling around (while hovering mockingly above their heads) 

As usual, Akutagawa is stoned face while he remains unmoving from his seat. He’ll only blink when you hop on his lap, begrudgingly choosing to entertain your antics when you insist he pull his feet off the floor. And while he isn’t necessarily playing, he will knock others off their high spots with Rashomon 

Amusing as it is, Mori has no desire to participate himself. Elise is absolutely playing (as she’s the one who shouted it), so she’ll quickly shove him off his seat and beckon you over to come sit with her. He’ll pout as you laugh, not necessarily liking that he’s the only one remaining on the floor 

Tachihara is shoving you out of the way, no fucks given, because damnit- the floor is lava! Though if you stay where he pushed you, arms crossed and fake upset expression, he’ll reach out and drag you on the crate with him

Decay of Angels 

Fyodor will simply raise an eyebrow, looking up from his book to watch everyone fumble over themselves. When you attach yourself to the back of his chair, though, he chuckles in amusement and invests his entire attention to watching you bat away Nikolai from pushing you into the ‘lava’. He’ll offer up his seat after a while if you’re still playing 

[After being told what the game is beforehand] Sigma, still a bit hesitant, will tug on your hand and ask if you wanna share the table with him. He’ll gladly watch everyone else as they play, but if you ask, he’s happy to help you sabotage them too 

Without question, Nikolai is the one who shouted it. He’ll eagerly shove a chair your way, placing his own a few feet beside it. Entirely ignoring the chaos he’s created, Nik now busies himself with going back and forth with you, trying to knock each other off your chairs- and he will use his ability to try and cheat

[maeswonders]

luxiems reaction to a partner that’s loud in bed

req . pairing : luxiem x f!reader .

smut mdni . 1.1k est wc .

warnings : mocking in mystas . pull out method in lucas . uhh it’s just filth

posting b4 i sleep.. sry for taking so long with this im a slow writer + kpop blog shit LMAO

- mysta rias

your sounds are a one way ticket to shooting this man’s ego through the roof.

whenever he gets to be on top, mysta thrives in the fact that he can make you feel so good, to the point where volume has no consequence in your poor fucked out brain. of course, this doesn’t mean your boyfriend won’t be a little mean about it — it’s just how he is.

“uh, uh,” mocking the tone of your choked up sounds, mysta can’t help but snicker while his hips slam into yours. “so—“ he’s cut off when your walls squeeze him even tighter, “shit, such cute fuckin’ noises. my dick’s that good, huh slut?”

you don’t even have the strength to vocalize your embarrassment from the cruel imitation, much too preoccupied gripping the sheets for dear life. not to mention the pathetic string of drool falling from the corner of your swollen lips; open mouth allowing more squeals to escape with every thrust while the grip on your thighs tighten.

his pace never relents, even when your walls are practically suffocating him. “c-cum, please pl— ah! please, wanna cum, mysta,” you beg, voice cracking desperately.

the pleads coming from your sore throat only encourage the male to go rougher, one sleek finger rushing down to circle your puffed clit while the others lie sternly across your pelvis, harsh pressure preventing any attempts to squirm away while massaging the bulge his length leaves on your lower tummy in the process.

with you nearly spasming beneath him, mysta smiles wider. “hold it, kay? keep moaning my name louder n’ i’ll consider. let everyone know who’s fucking you this good.”

- shu yamino

it’s like a game for him — what can he do to make you even louder? theres no point in whining either, you can whimper and beg all you want, but your nerd of a boyfriend is rather strict in bed no matter how much he loves your pleas.

shu has your back pressed to his toned chest, a muscly bicep ensuring you’re immobilized by mimicking a seat belt across your waist. his free hand plunges two skillful fingers into your hole, purposely avoiding your clit for nothing but the fun of it.

even so, perhaps it’s the way he abuses that gummy spot so easily, or maybe the sloppy sounds coming from his mouth as he sucks on your shoulder — whatever it is, you simply can’t hold in your cries.

“want.. want your cock now, shu. please pl—!” a slap to your cunt along with the emptiness of his fingers’ absence has you crying out, and it takes everything in your boyfriend’s power to not groan as your ass rubs right on his bulge.

biting into your shoulder, shu tuts in disappointment. “this isn’t enough?” he lazily drags his pointer through your folds, huffing. “i thought you were my good girl.“

“i am, i am your—“ you’re cut off with another slap, yelping in a mix of delicious pleasure and pain while juices flow out from the contact.

“enough,” he spits. “good girls dont complain when they already have two fingers filling them up. they sit there, moan, and take it.” before you can reply, he’s already thrusting back into you, humming in approval when you let out a gutteral sound that can surely be heard outside the room.

“there you go, scream my name when you cum.”

though you can barely think, you use your last bit of strength to mumble out, “do— do i get your dick after?”

this has shu letting out a chuckle even while his fingers are curling into your walls, and you swear you see the tip of his ears turn a shy red. “sure, princess. s’long as you keep those pretty moans up.”

- ike eveland

yes, your boyfriend loves the variety of sounds he can emit from you, but god it stresses him out sometimes.

ike is not up for sharing nor exhibitionism, the mere thought of anyone else hearing or knowing what the two of you are up to has him pausing anxiously, even when the blissful feeling of your thighs suffocating him flourishes. he occasionally wonders how your throat manages such strain, even more so when you nearly howl from the way his lips suck around your most sensitive area.

despite your body weight crushing him, ike manages to pull off for a second to breathe. “no..” you complain, hands rushing to tug him back by the fluffy grey hair tickling your thighs.

“don’t worry, i’ll give you what you want, y/n,” he reassures, pretty face red and sweaty. “but try to stay quiet for me.”

“s’ hard..” almost teasingly, ike’s tongue is swiftly back to licking up your juices, two pale arms hooking around your thighs to ensure you’re fully sitting right on him. his prior request diminishes, in fact, the opposite only occurs.

everytime his tongue pushes into your hole, his nose bumps your clit so perfectly — not to mention the vibration coming from his own sounds against your cunt, hurriedly sending you over the edge. “geez, i say be quiet and you only get louder. bad girl.”

you’ve pretty much tuned him out at this point of your high, which ike catches onto rather quickly. though to your luck, your boyfriend is feeling merciful. “go on— mmh, just cum. as long as you’re ready to get gagged after while i fuck you.”

- vox akuma

well aren’t you just made for this man? being loud himself, vox very much appreciates your openness to matching his volume whether it be intentional or not. his ego is skyrocketing as is, but every time you scream his name, it feels as though something goes off in his brain, resembling a mental pat on the back that has his cock twitching.

“fuuuck, cunt’s squeezing me so damn tight. keep moaning like that, baby.” contradictingly, the man presses your face further into the mattress, plowing his length into you from behind at a dauntingly fast pace. it may sound strange, but vox thinks you look cute suffering underneath him like this.

you aren’t even sure if it’s tears or drool staining the sheets, but the bubbling feeling of embarrassment encourages you to finally purse your lips and stop the erotic noises circling your bedroom.

however, your boyfriend freezes, seemingly accepting this as a challenge.

his hips cease movement almost completely with only the tip poking your entrance, a graceful hand running up your sides as he whispers. “oh? what’s this?” suddenly, you feel yourself being pulled up, two fingers turning your chin to come face-to-face with a sinister sneer. “going quiet on me?”

“milord..” as you attempt to speak, your jaw is forced open wider before a glob of saliva is dropped onto your vulnerable tongue.

“swallow,” vox hisses. you comply seconds later even though your cheeks are burning red, body involuntarily squirming in pathetic attempts to run from the length slowly sheathing back inside. “good girl.”

when he’s an inch or two from bottoming out, he pulls your hips back onto him, ejecting a chocked yelp from your mouth at the feeling of him hitting that gummy spot. vox only laughs in response. “so cute.. thinking you can hide those pretty sounds from me.” an offended tch leaves his lips. “do that again and you’re not cumming tonight, m’kay darling?”

- luca kaneshiro

luca’s main goal in bed is just to please you as much as he can, so being loud does nothing but make him feel pride and act as a sign that he’s doing well — especially now when he’s putting all his strength into making you both reach bliss.

legs wrapped tightly around his waist, you let out a groan as his cock plunges into you harshly, the girth and length making your eyes squeeze shut by the fullness. “please luca..”

he grunts, sweat rolling down his face and onto yours. “what- what are you begging for now?” the blonde moves one hand down to your chest, pinching your nipple playfully.

“harder!”

“harder?” luca parrots, a mischievous smirk rising across his cheeks. who was he to say no? “don’t complain if you can’t walk tomorrow.”

regardless of his warning, he quickly obliges, snickering at how a strangled moan is forced out of you with each prod. luca is certainly aware of the racket you’re making, but noise complaints are his last concern when he gets a front row seat to your eyes rolling back into your skull. “jesus, you’re loud. gonna— shit, gonna squirt all over me babe?”

you can only nod in response, hands pathetically gripping strong biceps while his fingers move down to press the bulge on your tummy. before you can make another move he’s pulling you into a kiss, swallowing your sounds right as your impending orgasm washes over you. luca groans himself from the way your walls spasm, struggling to even pull out with your legs caging him in.

eventually he’s releasing all over your swollen cunt and stomach, groaning in satisfaction at his work while flopping down next to you. “hey y/n.”

“what, luca?”

“i think that’s one of the loudest i’ve ever got you. top three at least.”

you open one eye in disbelief, making eye contact with the same idiot who just fucked your insides up. “is everything a competition to you?”

“i’m just saying!”

if u want me to write more make sure to reblog/send asks and tell me if u enjoyed !!!!!

nkox 2023 - do not copy, translate, crosspost, etc.

[maeswonders]

How would HSR men feel with their tiddies being sucked? Flustered? Flattered?

Or how does HSR men suck your chest (reader receiving).

I don’t care who’s doing it, I just need SOMEONE SUCKING TITS! (Sorry if this request is uncomfortable, you can ignore this if it is).

im going on a big rant about aventurine, hes been living in my head rent free for like since the day hes been leaked. he got me leakin too like?!??!?! im sorry it took so long omg

he'd like, die suckin ur tits. in a good way! hed stay there for hours just caring for them and massaging them. i think he focuses his mouth on one and uses his skillful hands (fingers, ahem,) on the other one.. he'd be so gentle but so mean! how can he be sosososososo caring but still tease you using his mouth filled with tit. hes either talking with his mouth full or hes using his mouth to tease you even more physically. either way! he teases u, and a LOT.

or suckin his tits lawl, like just pawing at them through his boob window first, sneaking ur hands under it :3 he whimpers, definitely. more if u tease him ! i feel like if you sucked his tits, hed pull you closer to them as if you werent close enough already

[maeswonders]

Drabble with 183 with Cloud Strife (if you write for him that is, I noticed you rebloged that content a few times)

I don't really write for him but one little drabble can't hurt.

Pairing: Cloud Strife x Fem!Reader

Tags: nsfw, smut, lots of teasing, overstimulation, cockwarming, gentle sex, clit stimulation

A/N: I don't mind making little drabbles like this for fandoms I don't write for that much, as long as I'm familiar with the material that is.

183. “You’re easy to please.”

"Stop squirming already." Cloud's voice broke against your ear, drops of sweat dripping between his furrowed brows, lazy kisses pressed against the nape of your neck. "I'm trying to make you feel good." Using his foot he pushed your legs apart a bit farther, making take his hard cock all the way in.

You groaned as he bottomed out, "But Cloud, you're already making me feel good." It wasn't a secret to anyone, with the way your walls fluttered around him he could have guessed as much. However it he always loved hearing it as well as feeling it. Who wouldn't love the feeling of their cock being warmed by a sweet cunt like yours?

Could could never resist, from the first moment you had sex all he wanted was to stay inside you for as long as possible, hard or soft it didn't matter. In a position like this where all you had to do was look down and see the spot where you become one, where his thick cock vanishes into your pussy, its almost too much, almost.

"What's the matter baby, am I making you feel... too good?" His muscles flex against your back, against your sides as he lets his hand drift lower until his fingers press over your exposed clit, your body responding to his touch immediately, "You're so easy to please. I don't even have to move my hips do I? You'll come just from this." One circle, two, then a slight pinch on your left nipple, followed by...

"Cloud!" You gasp, desperately rolling your hips into his fingers, onto his cock, your pussy already full of his warm cum, ready for more.

[maeswonders]

𝗰𝗼𝗻𝘁𝗲𝗻𝘁 𝘄𝗮𝗿𝗻𝗶𝗻𝗴𝘀 ∣ smut ( minors dni ), fem!reader, dub con, virginity loss, suggested sex work / trafficking, pantalone is kind of rough, fingering, all characters featured are aged 18+

𝗶𝗺𝗽𝗼𝗿𝘁𝗮𝗻𝘁 ∣ please reblog && leave feedback. not proofread so there’s probably mistakes. thanks for reading < 3

𝗸𝗶𝗻𝗸𝘁𝗼𝗯𝗲𝗿 𝟮𝟬𝟮𝟯 ∣ day nineteen [ pantalone + experience / power dynamic ]

“L-like this?”

you shuddered at the position you found yourself in. not simply because the air in Snezhnaya was chilled. not simply because you were stark naked in a darkened room, lain upon silk and fur bedding you that held no familiar scent, but because you were afraid of the man standing at the foot of the bed. afraid of what he might do once you laid on your stomach like he’d asked. though his voice was softer than most men in Snezhnaya, he sounded all the more wicked because of it. like a devil with a sugar-coated tongue.

“Oh, dear…” he purrs from behind you, but when you feel a warm brush of gloved digits along the small of your back, you flinch. you’re grateful that he can’t see the way you hide, burying your face in the fur beneath you. “Not quite. How am I going to fuck you if you’re flat like this?” a low and daunting chuckle bubbles up from the depths of his chest. “Here, allow me to help you.”

you hadn’t been expecting what happened next.

his hand dipped between your thighs, middle two fingers worming their way into your virgin entrance without warning. you elicit a soft whine of uncertain protest. sliding deep enough to anchor them against your spasming wall, his palm pressed flush against your core, Pantalone pulls your lower half off the bed. you cry out, and bite against the fur blanket, feeling his fingers pushing hard inside you as he positions you by the grip on your cunt alone.

“There we are. You look much prettier with your back arched, and your ass in the air, and even moreso with fingers in your pussy. My fingers” he murmurs, taking a few moments to tease your insides, his digits probe and rub your sensitive, spongy walls, as if gauging how good you feel. “You’re warm. As tight as I expected. Perhaps you are worth an investment, after all.”

“Gentle, please—“ you whine, your hands already grasping for the bedding underneath you, your voice muffled from the blanket between your teeth, and you look over your shoulder and up at him with a pleading gaze. his spectacles hang from their chain around his neck, as if he feared they would fog up from the playtime. but you see his eyes shape into crescents as he simpered wide.

“Do you think you have any say whatsoever in what I do with you, my dear?”

the question catches you off guard, your eyes widen at how direct it is, and you ponder it, dumbfounded.

“I— I—“

Pantalone takes note of the gears working in your head and he chuckles, pulling his fingers from your depths, he uses them to tease the elasticity of your entrance instead, spreading you open until you groan and squirm. a plea for him to stop never makes it past your lips, because he’s already swooning.

“Don’t hurt yourself trying to come up with an answer, dear. It’s all right if you don’t know, I know how hard it must be for you to wrack your simple, little brain. I’ll generously enlighten you. You cost me quite a bit of mora to procure. That means I own you, dear. Now, be a good, little investment.” his voice drops to a low, threatening octave as his free hand presses down hard between your shoulder blades, forcing your upper half back against the fur. it tickles your face, and smells of clean, expensive cologne. “Comply for me, dear. Reach back here and spread those pretty lips, let’s see that eager, virgin hole.”

your face was on fire as he demands this of you, and you didn’t know if you could do such a humiliating act, but your arms move before you’ve fully decided, acting without your consent to reach around. trembling fingertips press against your own folds, spreading them with a soft whimper as the cool air tickles your most vulnerable region once it’s completely open and exposed.

you can no longer see him, and he’s moved away from your body, but you can hear the rustling of heavy furs and fabrics as he sheds his garments. you shudder again, realizing that in a moment he’ll be naked, and even though you’d never done this before, you knew what would follow.

“Very good, put your sweet cunt on display for me. Show me how tight you are, I want to compare this sight to how stretched you’ll be when I’m finished, drooling cum and twitching.”

“G-gentle, please…!” you murmur again, but this time it’s much softer and more hopeless, punctuated by a flustered, little squeak when two warm hands grasp your hips. he’s no longer wearing his gloves, and his willowy digits dig into your supple hips, nails scraping at the outer most layer.

“You make such a beautiful, pathetic parrot, my dear. Always repeating yourself, begging to be treated with care.” Pantalone chuckles and pulls you close, allowing the swollen tip of his dick to prod against your opening. you gasp, wanting to recoil. your fingertips twitch and yearn to push the intruder away, but you manage to stay still, though rather shaky. “But I don’t want you to be a parrot, my pet. Oh no, I want to make you a songbird.”

as he croons his intentions, he forces his cock against your delicate opening, tunneling into untapped innocence with a full thrust, and you cry out with tears in your eyes. your nails bite at your own skin as you try to grasp for something to relieve some of the sting of being stretched for the first time, but Pantalone only chuckles and leans over, dragging his broad chest against your shoulder, his lips against your cheek as he murmurs. “There you go, my naive little bird. I will make you sing louder and louder. Until your throat burns for me, and your body craves my cock above all else.”

[maeswonders]

Can I request Scaramouche giving his AFAB partner head for the first time. But reader has always been insecure about the idea of it after a bad experience with an ex... 👉🏻👈🏻

Any AU is fine! This is super self indulgent so if do you this I appreciate you

- Someone from the Shrine discord 🫶🏻🫶🏻

★ summary: scaramouche x fem!reader. him giving you head for the first time and providing you with all the reassurance.

☆ cw: nsfw. oral (f receiving). use of 'good girl'. scara being nice. idk what to add more, the req says it all. i also hope i portrayed the idea of your req well🙌🏻. 1.144 words.

"do you still-"

"yes." scaramouche interrupts you, looking up at your blushing and hesitant face. you look at his head in between your thighs. gosh, he really does look like he literally belongs there, you think, gulping when you do.

but, nevertheless, all kinds of thoughts start forming in your head. what if he won't like it? what if you look bad down there? what if it-

"scara, are you really sure-"

"i am, [name]. i know that tone, stop overthinking." scaramouche sighs when he realizes what exactly you're thinking about. "you look gorgeous. stunning. jaw-dropping. breathtaking. do you see what i'm trying to get at?" he smiles at you, seeing how his words make you blush. he'll repeat that over and over for you if that means seeing you like this again - hand hovering over your cheeks and looking away.

"stop thinking about everything bad. i assure you it'll be fine." he says, and you give him a look while biting your lower lip. you catch yourself that you're thinking again, and you exhale deeply. "and i surely won't be disgusted. if i offered you this - it already means i'm not in any way disgusted."

"do you trust me?" he asks softly, his thumb tracing soothing circles on the milky skin of your hips, occasionally finding its way under the waistband of your lacy panties. god, he can't help but get hard while looking at them - he'd eat you out anyway, but with these undergarments he just needs to do it. and he surely needs to ask you to wear them more often...

"i.. do." you stammer quietly, and from his position below he sees just how your chest rises and falls, even hears your heartbeat thumping loudly in your rib cage. "i do." you repeat, this time sounding like you mean it - and you do.

"good." scaramouche whispers and lets his face get closer to your - yet - closed core. his eyes roam around your curves, and his hands spread your thighs a bit more. he looks at the lacy panties again, and his eyes' pupils basically dilate in hearts.

"mmm, wearing these just for me? i'm honored." he chuckles, and licks his lips. your heart nearly jumps out of your chest at this small gesture, and you feel yourself getting wetter by each passing second. "so sad i'll have to take them off tonight."

you missed the moment when he already discarded your underwear, making a lick along your folds, and you swear the sensation basically has you almost moaning out loud, before you bite your lip and breathe out slowly.

scaramouche, upon sensing your reactions, reluctantly, but withdraws his mouth from your cunt, smirking and taking your hand, guiding it to hold his indigo locks. you look down at him in confusion.

"i know how not vocal you are," he starts, eyes gazing up at you, full of understanding and love. "so just pull my hair whenever it feels too good, mhm?"

your eyes slightly widen at his idea. this is brilliant for you.

your fingers tangle in his hair, running through it for a few seconds before nodding slightly and giving him a small smile, still feeling your cheeks burning from all the embarrassed - it's basically written on your face how shy you feel. but you can't deny you want this.

"alright then... let me get back to my dish."

"scar- ah!.."

you moan and your fingers instinctively tug on his hair, and scaramouche nearly smirks at how easily it is to get you so turned on. he starts licking along your pussy, starting from your hole and up to your clit, then giving it a light kiss before his lips seal around it and his tongue makes swirling motions. he can't deny that you taste so good he wants to be in-between your legs 24/7. he'd never refuse such an offer - how could he?

it's not long before you whine something incoherent about how good it feels, and he just can't not notice that little babbling of yours.

"feeling good, aren't you?" he mumbles, lips grazing the sensitive flesh, almost soaked in your slick. his voice vibrates onto your cunt, sending small, vibrating sensations as you push his face more and more into your pussy, thighs instinctively closing around his head as he continues his ministrations.

"ah-ah-ah, no, keep them open..." scara says, hands coming to grab your thighs one more time and spread them. "be a good girl for me and keep your legs spread."

you whimper, head throwing back as a breathy moan leaves your throat as his tongue starts moving already inside your hole. you can't even begin to describe how good it feels, you couldn't even if you wanted to - it feels so great your thoughts can't properly form in your mind.

you, tugging on his hair again and again, and a few more times through another few minutes is enough for scaramouche to understand that he's doing everything in the most perfect way possible. the way you moan, arch your back and let your fingers pull on his locks every ten or so seconds is dazing for him that he just can't help but let his lips seal around your swollen clit once more to make you let out another high-pitched whine.

"you taste so good..." he mutters just barely moving his mouth away from your cunt, sending another vave of small vibrations straight to your core.

"s-scara- o-oh, god.. i'm-" you can't even form a proper sentence, only pushing his face more and more into your cunt, on the verge of tearing down from how good he makes you feel. "a-almost- there... please, scara, g'nna-"

scaramouche, realizing what you're getting to when you start bucking you hips into his mouth a little too much, hums a long "mmhm" into your pussy, making vibrating sensations pulse within you once more, and that is when you fall apart, your orgasm crashing down onto you.

scara helps you to go through the aftermath of it, bot moving his lips and tongue away for a moment as he continues to - now more slowly, to not overstimulate you - suck and lap on your swelled clit as he holds your hips so you won't back away. he finally pulls back after you start to slowly pant, and licks his lips, admiring once again how good you taste in his mind.

"t-this was... so good..." you manage to mumble after taking a few more deep breaths, calming yourself down after such intense release. you try to close your thighs together again, thinking that you're both done.

scaramouche chuckles and doesn't let you do so, holding the skin of your thighs and spreading them wide open again. he notices you looking down at him in confusion and raises an eyebrow. "what? you thought we were done?"

[maeswonders]

Gentle

Character: Scaramouche X gn!reader

Genre: hurt/comfort, angst

Content warnings: mentions of self harm, self harm scars

Synopsis: Scaramouche x depressed reader who self harms. Two individuals who haven't been able to deal with their issues

Word count: 1.04k

Scara often found himself tracing his thumbs over your scars. Sometimes you would wake up to it, his touch gentle around your arms. Other times, he'd just come over to hold them.

At first you were surprised. For someone so brash to be so gentle, it was so... him.

"You know you can't be repaired, right?"

He asked, a bit bluntly, violet eyes looking up into yours.

Scara's dark hair spilled over the pillow next to yours, the tip of his nose almost touching your own.

"Yes," you responded. "But I can heal."

He scoffed.

"Humans are weak. You're... fragile. Healing takes time."

He wasn't wrong. But still, his hands stayed soft, his lips featherlight against the raised, gnarled flesh.

He's gentle when he can be.

He's never told you what it's like, being broken and fixed again. You've never asked, but you can tell it isn't something he's interested in discussing.

But you can sense it; in the way he twitches if you catch him off guard, in the spider cracks that run along his palms. They run up his arms, collecting just enough dirt to be seen-- scars in their own right; until he vigorously scrubs them back to being invisible. You can see yourself in his scars.

The way he kisses your arm, the way his thumb strokes the red lines that paint them-- you understand him more than ever.

▪︎¤▪︎

"I thought I told you," Scara mumbled. "Stop staring at me, weirdo."

The sun was setting, as you settled in a new inn.

"Can't help it."

You smiled softly.

"What's wrong?"

"Nothing's wrong," you said, your head in his lap.

He held your forearm, his thumbs brushing up and down over the soft skin. Every bump and scar was noticeable to him.

And he hated it.

"You've got new ones." He stated, his voice flat with disapproval. You couldn't see his face past your arm, but that subtle lilt in his tone portrayed frustration more than his knotted brows ever could.

The air escaped your lungs.

"It's not like I'm hurting you." You muttered.

Scara's eyes snapped from your wrist to you. He glared down, and the look was enough to make you recoil.

"You are." He said.

It was the way he spoke, the way he was holding himself.

You deflated, eyes fluttering shut in defeat.

"Why do you care so much about my cuts?"

It seemed like you'd had this conversation countless times before.

"You can't just be repaired." His voice was sharp, more akin to the way he interacted with others than you, "So why should you damage yourself more than you need to? Why should I watch you hurt?"

Maybe it was selfish.

"Why does it bother you?" You asked, genuinely confused. "It shouldn't, should it?"

He looked down. He seemed hurt, his hands holding your arm slightly tighter. He held your arm close, closing his eyes.

"You're human. You're flesh, and blood," he spoke, his voice soft again. You felt his soft breath against your skin, before his lips made contact.

"You're resilient. Humans are resilient, but they're… fragile.” he sighed, as if he'd been holding in air for a while. He'd been holding your arm for so long that the cold of his hands was now sharing your warmth. “You have such a small lifespan, you know–”

“Don't remind me.” You retorted.

Scara frowned, his lips pressing into a thin line.

“Then why do you hurt yourself? Why spill your blood? It's not suicide. It's no permanent solution, it doesn't solve anything. I don't want you to be getting sepsis and dying. I need you.” he forced a sound, like half a laugh and cry.

Scara was no stranger to suicidal thoughts. You knew this.

He leaned over, his back slouching over you. Slender hands released your arm, coming up to hold your face.

You blinked.

A tear rolled down your cheek, and Scara crumbled.

“I need you…”

Your thumbs brushed over his palms, tracing over the spider cracks he tried to hide so often. Delicate fingers stroked up and down his arms in an action that mirrored the affection he showed you so often. He knew your pain- he knew all too well. You didn't know much about him. But you knew enough.

He's gentle with you because you're human. You're human, and you're fragile, and he loves you.

He's gentle, because you're human.

And the thought alone rips your heart out.

His lips were soft, feather light, like every kiss he'd ever given you. You knew more than anything that he could never hurt you. Like a lamb, meek and unassuming, he became something docile in your arms.

"I need you."

He breathed, his voice soft, as if he was afraid of losing you.

"I know," you said, running your hand through his hair. "I need you too. It's just…” you paused. “I don't know why I hurt myself. I just need to."

Scara's hands cupped your face, and you pulled him closer, the warmth of his chest seeping into yours. For a doll, he was so warm. You always loved that about him. For moments, you could pretend that you were both human.

Lithe arms pulled you tighter, your forms pressed together like they were meant to stay. If he could have, you'd stay glued together like this for eternity.

Breathing softly, you pressed your lips together once more. His arms tightened, as if you would disappear for good should he let go of you.

“Please…” he croaked out. The strain on his voice was unlike anything you'd heard from him. “Don't hurt yourself.”

You felt the familiar heat rise to your face, cheeks burning as tears threatened to spill.

You'd always known he was a gentle soul. But for someone –anyone– to show such care for you… why did being loved hurt so badly?

“If you need to hurt something, hurt me.” He whispered, voice barely registering.

You gasped softly, eyes widening.

"I won't." You said, the words rolling off your tongue before you could stop them. "I'll live for you. Please, don't...”

You kissed him again.

And again, and again.

You're gentle with him. Because he's fragile.

Because you're human.

You're gentle with him, because he's a doll.