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[sukunas-play-thing]

“𝐛𝐢𝐭𝐞 𝐦𝐞, 𝐬𝐩𝐚𝐫𝐝𝐚”

a/n: i am so down bad for dante sparda (mainly the version of him in the new netflix anime)

not only is he OP, white-haired, muscular, ripped, and tall, he’s also funny, sarcastic, protective, caring, and mine

(i am not lying when i tell you i binge watched the entire season 1, 8 episodes in one sitting and it took 3.5 hours)

definitely suggestive content inside btw!

the motel room smells like cheap smoke and cheaper whiskey. the walls are paper-thin, the flickering neon light from the “VACANCY” sign outside bleeding through the curtains like a pulsing headache. you’d almost rather be back in that alley surrounded by demon guts. almost. 

dante lounges on the bed like he owns the place. boots kicked off, jacket discarded, and shirt peeled halfway up his torso, showing off a slash across his ribs that’s still bleeding. of course, the smug bastard doesn’t even flinch because he can heal himself. 

you drop the med kit on the table with a hard thunk. 

“you wanna explain why you dropped in like a dramatic ex during my mission?” you ask, tone sharp. “or do you just enjoy ruining my night?” 

he grins, slow and infuriating. “missed me, sweetheart?” 

“missed the way you swing in late, steal my kills, and leave me cleaning up your mess? yeah. like a migraine.” 

he sits up, wincing slightly as he does. “c’mon, don’t be like that. i did save your ass.” 

“i had it handled.” 

“sure you did.” he pats the bed next to him. “now come on. patch me up before i start bleeding on these nice sheets.” 

you snort. “did you forget that you can heal yourself? plus, the sheets are already stained. pretty sure someone died on this mattress last week.” 

“perfect ambiance for us then.” 

despite every instinct screaming at you to leave him to suffer, you grab the whiskey and some gauze and make your way over. kneeling beside him, you press the rag against the wound, maybe a little rougher than necessary. 

he hisses through his teeth, eyes flashing. “you mad at me or just into pain?” 

“depends. you like it rough, sparda?” 

his gaze locks on yours. heat rolls off him like a storm. “with the right person? always.” 

your breath catches in your throat, but you don’t let it show. not entirely. instead, you press harder against the wound, watching his muscles tense beneath your fingers. 

“tell me,” you say, voice lower now. “do you flirt with every hunter who tries to kill you?” 

“just the ones who make it interesting.” 

you should roll your eyes. should finish patching him up and walk away like none of this is getting under your skin. but it is. he’s cocky and reckless and stupidly attractive in that bad decision kind of way, the kind that ends with broken furniture and bruised lips. 

your hands drift lower, fingers brushing against the edge of his belt as you check for more injuries. 

he leans in, breath warm against your ear. “you gonna keep touching me like that, or are you just teasing?” 

you glance at him. “if i said i was teasing?” 

he grins, eyes dark. “then i’d say tease harder.” 

you’re close. too close. his hand comes up, slow and deliberate, thumb grazing your cheek like a challenge. you lean in, not kissing him yet, just hovering, letting the tension coil tighter. 

“you’re dangerous,” you murmur. 

“baby,” he says, voice low, “i’m the safest bad decision you’ll ever make.” 

the space between you snaps. your lips crash into his, all heat and teeth and frustration. his hand tangles in your hair, the other gripping your hip, dragging you onto his lap like he’s been waiting all night for this moment. 

you grind down, and he groans against your mouth. 

"fuck. been thinking about this since that warehouse job,” he mutters, lips trailing down your jaw. “you remember that? when you nearly stabbed me?” 

“you deserved it.” 

he chuckles, low and rough. “probably.” 

his mouth finds your throat, kissing a line down to your collarbone. your hands fumble at the hem of his shirt, tugging it up and over his head, tossing it aside like it’s in the way (because it is). your fingers trace the fresh bandage, then drift lower, skimming over his abs. 

“you really gonna fuck me on a bullet wound?” you ask, teasing. 

“you really gonna stop me?” 

his tone is cocky, but there’s something feral behind it. like he needs this. needs you. not just for release, but to feel alive again after facing death one too many times. maybe you need it too. 

you roll your hips again, lips barely brushing his. “say please.” 

he huffs a breathy laugh. “you’re evil.” 

“and you like it.” 

he kisses you like he’s proving a point. like he’s staking a claim. and maybe he is. 

you lose track of time after that. your bodies move in sync, messy and desperate and addictive. somewhere between kisses and muttered curses, you forget why you hated him in the first place. 

when it’s over, you’re tangled in sheets that smell like smoke and sweat and something almost like satisfaction. 

you lay there for a moment, catching your breath, heart pounding against his chest. 

“so,” dante says, voice muffled against your shoulder, “you still mad at me?” 

“depends.” 

“on?” 

you glance at him, smirking. “how fast you can recover.” 

he laughs, a real one this time. deep and warm and stupidly charming. 

“baby,” he murmurs, “you’re gonna kill me.” 

“that’s the plan.”

© 𝐤𝐱𝐬𝐚𝐠𝐢

a/n #2: this part had me in a chokehold so bad, i know bro is on the verge of dying here but i sent this pic to all my friends and they had nothing appropriate to say

[sukunas-play-thing]

I think Connie, Jean, and Porco would be the messiest boyfriends. They’re always down to hear the tea and be in peoples business. I think they take three different perspectives on tea (especially work tea).

Jean is by far the messiest of the three. He asks “anything interesting happen at work today” or “what’s new, baby” while he’s rubbing your feet or doing skin care with you before bed. Even though he doesn’t ask directly, you know exactly what he’s fishing for. As soon as you sigh and say “lemme tell you about”, his eyes light up and he smirks. He’ll lay back and let you talk and talk and talk about Linda at work. You can tell him every thing like he’s one of your girls and he’s into it. He sees it as a form of trust but he's also just nosy as hell. He’ll ask questions and engage. He remembers everyone’s names and every single transgression against you. He acknowledges that you’re just venting and that you don’t actually feel angry enough the kill your coworkers. He’ll let you say anything terrible that you need to get off youe chest. You don’t even need to ask “can I say something terrible?”. It’s all fair game to him.

“She sounds like a miserable, dried up, old, hag and she needs to watch herself.”

“That’s right, baby. You tell her.”

“And she wonders why her kids can’t stand her.”

Jean is all up in your work business. He also knows never to repeat anything you tell him. So if you he ever meets the person you’re trash talking, the person will never know that Jean knows everything you’ve told him. He’s cool to play the aloof boyfriend. What’s great about Jean though is that he adopts whatever attitude you have towards these people. At your Christmas work social, he’s polite and professional (read: fake) with Linda. He’ll smile when he needs to and mimics your level of fake. Once Linda crosses a line though, he won’t let her slide. He'll drop the fake smile and put her in her place; never even having to raise his voice. After you guys leave the event, Jean is all “I see what you mean, baby”. Every time you bring up Linda in the future, he'll always mention how awful she was at the Christmas social. Jean doesn't forget.

If you ever stand up to the people giving you shit at work, he will praise you. “Talk yo shit, queen.” Like Jean, please be serious for five minutes.

Connie is similar in the aspect that he wants to hear all the tea too. Connie has a harder time keeping up and following. “Who’s Linda again?” And now your speed running him back through two weeks worth of tea before he goes “oh, oh, oh yeah! Uh hm. I’m following you, babe.” He may interrupt you and egg you on hard at some points. Connie wants the full retelling of the tea. He wants to feel like he was there when it happened. He wants ALL the details and he is quite the exaggerator. “Babe, if that was me, I woulda laid her ass out right there.” Like Connie, please. No, you would not have.

“You let her say that to you?”

“See? And that’s why her husband left her and she can’t find another man.”

“Isn’t she the one that made that nasty ass chili for your work pot luck?”

You have to warn Connie what he can and can’t repeat because if you don’t, he WILL accidentally repeat something about your boss' affair back to them without thinking about it. “Connie, you can’t tell anybody this,” or “I need to say something terrible but you can’t repeat it,” and he knows to lock it away in the vault. He’s very neutral when he meets the people you talk about. Sometimes he might even end the night like “Linda isn’t so bad. I think you misjudged, babe.” Find Connie sitting at a table laughing and drinking with the manager you can’t stand because he gets along with everyone.

Porco is a whole different story. He acts like he doesn’t care about your work drama and at times it may seem like he’s not listening, especially if it’s something you’ve griped about repeatedly, but the man is listening. He’s doing something else, not making eye contact, and giving you short answers while you talk, but he’s listening. If you stop just to see if he's listening, he'll wordlessly look at you and wait for you to continue. If you tell him to repeat whatever you just said back to you, he will sigh and give you a watered down version of everything you said. He will recall stuff you told him weeks ago. Sometimes, if the tea is really good, he'll stop what he's doing and engage, but will still wear that unimpressed look. Spilling work tea or venting to him may get a little frustrating because he frequently advocates for you rocking somebody’s shit. Porco believes violence is the answer to disrespect lol. Linda at work pissed you off? You should rock her shit. You found out your 'friend' started a terrible rumor about you? Crash out and two piece her. Your grandma offended you? Hands rated E for everybody.

“Baby, just rock her shit and quit. I already told you that I’ll take care of you and you won’t have to go back to that shitty place.”

“Knock her ass out and you never have to work again.”

“If I were her, I would be a bitter bitch too if had to look at you all day. (Insert a comment about how hot you are followed by something filthy.)”

How romantic. He’s trying to be supportive, but he just doesn’t enjoy the fact that somebody is ruining your day at a place where you spend so much of your time. He doesn’t think you should have to tolerate disrespect no matter how minor. He constantly advises you to square up with Linda, quit, and become a stay at home partner that lives out their dreams while he provides for you. If you text him while you’re working that you’re getting a headache because of Linda, he will either reply that you should just lay her out or he’ll ask if he needs to come up there. It’s hard to tell whether or not he’s joking.

“Baby, don’t let her disrespect you. Lay her ass out.”

“Do you need me to come up there? We’ll see if she still says that shit with her chest.”

What sets Porco apart from Jean and Connie is that he does not play nice when he meets the people you vent about. When he meets them, he’s a bit standoffish and uninterested. He’s gives a short 'hey' and does not shake hands. Something about how unapproachable he is makes the people you can’t stand vie for his attention. Porco will literally size them, keep a neutral, straight face, and not say a word, but something about that makes people feel like they have something to prove. No matter how much Linda tries to butter him up, he never warms up to her. Like Jean, Porco won’t let backhanded comments slide, but he’s much less pleasant about addressing it. While Jean says “what was that?”, Porco is more of a “fuck did you just say?” kinda guy. Jean will politely and calmly read Linda for filth if she crosses a line with you. Porco is loudly cooking Linda, her momma, her daddy, her grandma, ALL her kids, their kids, and any future kids. And though you’re proud and happy to have a man that stands ten toes down for you, you’re the one who has to show your face in the office Monday morning. As confrontational as he is, he will take a step back and let you handle the people you have problems with. However, if you're nonconfrontational and want him to handle it for you, he will pack them up fast.

[sukunas-play-thing]

That wasn't even the Founder's influence, Porco is just always down to smack Reiner across the face.

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As much as I find Dante fans who hate on Nero annoying (you don’t have to like Nero or anything but a lot of people are really toxic about it is the problem) but I feel like SOME NOT ALL Nero fans can be just as toxic.

Mainly because some of them will do anything and everything to make Dante look like an asshole in order to prop up Nero as the “true hero of DMC” or “The real successor of Sparda” (which completely disregards everything about Dante from his story and character arc) and it honestly just feels disrespectful to the series as a whole considering Dante was always the heart of the series, even after Nero was introduced that didn’t change Nero just grew to the point where he can share that spot with Dante. Like cool we have two kind and heroic badass demon human hybrid warriors I think that’s awesome personally.

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The various comments on the Netflix DMC show that people don't understand Dante at all: he hasn't accepted and is fine with being part demon. He's just accepted that this power is part of him, he's re-signed that part, but he's not okay with it. In the BTN novel, it's said that he doesn't like to see himself as anything other than human, nor does he like to activate DT unnecessarily.

People saying that in DMC3 Dante has fully embraced his demon side and is fine with being part demon don't know anything about the character. Even in the 2007 anime, he doesn't even know what he is. That's not acceptance. Don't use misinterpretations to justify how badly they did Dante's awakening in the Netflix show.

[sukunas-play-thing]

When your moots keep writing banger after banger

[sukunas-play-thing]

About Pieck’s age

During a Q&A session with fans in Hita, Isayama Hajime talked about the ages of some of the Warriors, he stated Porco Galliard and Reiner Braun are the same age, while Pieck Finger is a little older than both (Reiner & Porco), with that said we know now that Pieck is at least over the age of 21.

original text is provided by a Japanese Twitter user (@abky20201107), who wrote down the experience in a privatter.net post uploaded on twitter

あとはライナーと���ルコの年齢について質問して、２人は同じくらい、同世代とのこと。

ピークちゃんはちょっと上。

“Porco and Reiner are the same age, Pieck is a little older, she’s from the (warrior) generation above.”

translation of the text was done by Alina James, who also provided some more insights regarding the Warrior ages.

*The information was not officially printed because it happened during a Q&A among the author and the fans .

[sukunas-play-thing]

propaganda I'm not falling for:

minimalism

people who force their habits onto you

fizzy drinks

being ashamed of your past self

people who call anything an 'ick'

rest = laziness

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when he’s fucking you in missionary—your legs caging in his body, your hips sloppily rising to meet his thrusts—but it isn’t enough; he wants more of you. he needs you closer. so his warm hands slide down your sides and slip beneath your ass, raising you off the bed, better angling you to take his deep, desperate thrusts. your nails scrabble against his shoulders and your lips part to warble the sweetest moans he’s ever heard. you’re too fucked out to catch it, but a smile tugs at his lips.

this is how he wants you: pleasure-drunk, and—if only for a fleeting few moments—at his mercy.

[sukunas-play-thing]

This man and the shower are married, I think?

[sukunas-play-thing]

DMC HEADCANONS ⛧☾༺♰༻☽⛧

Note: no one asked for this, I’m doing this to partially cope after the anime AND because I’ve been putting off posting about other fandoms. This series was my fixation in middle school!

Warnings: Both SFW and NSFW headcanons.

Featuring ⭐️: Dante, Vergil, Nero, Trish, Lady, and Nico

(Love these hotties)

🔥 DANTE SPARDA — SFW HEADCANONS

Sleeps with the TV on. But not out of laziness. The sound helps keep the silence from creeping in. After losing people close to him, silence started to sound like a threat.

(BEFORE DMC3) Still keeps the amulet that was given to him when they were kids, even if he pretends he doesn’t care. It’s shoved in a drawer somewhere, scratched up and dull. He checks on it sometimes without realizing.

Bad with names, great with faces. He’ll never remember a demon’s name, but if you helped him once five years ago, he’ll offer you pizza like you're family.

Flirts to deflect, especially when conversations get serious. Ask him how he feels about Vergil now, and he’ll make a joke about being the prettier twin.

Secretly plays guitar. Bluesy, slow stuff, never in front of others. It’s the one thing he does that reminds him of Eva, their mom, who used to sing.

Orders every single pizza “extra extra cheese” and then yells “THIS ISN’T EXTRA ENOUGH” at delivery guys like a diva.

Thinks Bluetooth is a demon and refuses to use AirPods. “Not putting that demonic soul-sucker in my ear, thanks.”

Has definitely been banned from multiple karaoke bars for screaming Bon Jovi.

Believes Febreeze can exorcise a room. “Smells like demon ass in here—psh-psh-psh—boom, purified.”

🔥 DANTE SPARDA — NSFW HEADCANONS

1000% a giver. His whole thing is making you feel good. He wants the moans, the praise, the squirming. He's in it for the show as much as the finish.

Loves messy makeouts, hands all up your shirt, your thighs, your hair. He’s tactile and insatiable once he knows you’re into it. He's a physical lover through and through.

Very vocal. Expect dirty talk, playful teasing, even praise if he sees you’re into it. "Damn, look at you… you gonna take all of me like that, sweetheart?"

Has a thing for being interrupted mid-fight — blood pumping and adrenaline high — the way you grab him after a mission? Game over.

Secretly really into overstimulation. Let him go down on you and he won’t stop after one. Not even after two. He wants to hear you beg.

❄️ VERGIL SPARDA — SFW HEADCANONS

Sleeps with a sword near him at all times. Not out of fear, but control. He’s haunted by how powerless he once felt. It’s a comfort, like a knight sleeping in his armor.

Reads philosophy and poetry, especially existentialism and epic poetry (Dante’s Inferno, obviously). There’s a tenderness in the way he marks lines he resonates with, even if he denies feeling emotions.

Still can't eat spicy food and it infuriates him because Dante can. Vergil sees it as a personal failing and won’t admit it.

Feels guilt in quiet, invisible ways, like sharpening Yamato longer than necessary when he’s trying not to think about Nero.

Watches over Nero without ever speaking, perched on rooftops or standing in crowds, making sure his son is safe from a distance. One day he might say something. One day. (He didn't)

Once walked into a glass door at a museum and then blamed it on “human architecture” being flawed.

Has no idea how phones work. He will stare at it like it’s a cursed artifact. If you call him, he just glares at it until it stops.

Thinks memes are witchcraft. You show him a cat video, and he whispers “unholy.”

Talks like Shakespeare but accidentally texts in all caps because he doesn’t understand keyboard functions. "WHERE IS THE SWORDSMITH? —VERGIL"

❄️ VERGIL SPARDA — NSFW HEADCANONS

VERY INTENSE, usually controlled, and most times dominant. He wants to undo you with precision. One look and you know you're not walking tomorrow.

Loves edging. You think you're close? No, no. He’ll stop, pull back, whisper “Not yet.” He wants absolute surrender before you come.

With a low, deep voice in your ear. “You will remember this.” And oh, you will. He doesn’t raise his voice, he commands... quietly. Its more empowering when it looks like you're hanging on his every word.

Biting kink. Absolutely leaves deliberate marks on your neck, collarbone, thighs. Something primal seeps out when he’s really into it like he’s barely holding back something feral.

Soft aftercare king but won’t admit it. He’ll bring you water, clean you up, brush hair from your face, but if you mention it, he goes cold again like “You imagined it.”

⚡ NERO — SFW HEADCANONS

Listens to rock music to pump himself up, but secretly loves sad indie ballads. He blames Kyrie for that influence but totally listens on his own when no one's around.

Has a growing book of sketches; not very good ones, but they're of people he meets, things he’s seen, battles he’s survived. His version of a journal.

Picks fights with Dante as a love language, he doesn’t know how to be soft around him yet, so he pushes instead of pulling.

Low-key terrified of Vergil. Not because he thinks he’ll hurt him, but because he doesn’t know how to be around a father he never had.

Still visits the orphanage where he grew up — drops off supplies, fixes things. The kids call him “Nero the Hero” and he acts annoyed, but he’s there every week.

Says “I’m not mad” before launching a full boss fight.

Gets into fights in grocery stores over the last energy drink.

Cannot cook. Like at all. He set ramen on fire once.

Tries to roast Vergil but ends up roasting himself. "Nice coat, Dad. What is that, from the 1800s? ...Wait."

⚡ NERO — NSFW HEADCANONS

Hotheaded, passionate, and a little desperate. Once he’s got you, it’s on sight. He kisses like he’s mad at you for turning him on so much.

Loves using the Devil Bringer arm. The strength, control, and precision. He’ll pin your wrists, grab your thighs, lift you effortlessly. He’s all about power-play with a needy edge.

Gets flustered when you dirty talk back. You whisper “Harder” or “Don’t stop” and his brain shorts out. “F-Fuck, yeah—okay—”

Breathplay curious. Let him wrap a hand around your throat just enough to own you, and he’s done for. Bonus if you scratch his back! leave marks and he’ll melt.

Rough first, soft later. The first round is pure chaos. The second is slower, sweeter, forehead kisses, murmured “You okay?”s while still buried deep.

🔫 LADY (a.k.a. “Hot Girl With Too Many Guns”)

Carries snacks in her weapons bag. Like… actual snacks. Pulls out a granola bar in the middle of a demon fight. “Low blood sugar’s a bitch.”

Gets into bar fights on purpose. Because she was “bored.” You once walked in on her arm wrestling a demon bartender while yelling “NO MAGIC, YOU COWARD!”

Her lock screen is a meme of Dante crying. She updates it regularly.

Steals your clothes. Not in the cute “wearing your shirt” way. In the “You blinked and your entire wardrobe is gone” way.

Calls Dante ‘Uncle Dumbass.’ Refuses to explain why.

She’ll flirt with you just to make you flustered. “Nice shirt. Would look better on my floor. Just saying.”

Insists you two do “girls night” once a week. Which includes tequila, target practice, and her psychoanalysis of your love life.

Once brought a demon home like a stray cat. “He looked cold.” You had to exorcise it while she ate chips.

🔫 LADY — NSFW HEADCANONS

Power top energy. Period. She’ll pin you, ride you, boss you around and you’ll love every second of it.

Has a thigh kink. Yours, hers, anyone’s. If you’re sitting on her lap? That’s her weakness.

Gets off on control! Holding your wrists, making you beg, watching you squirm. She wants to hear you say her name.

Bit of a tease. Will whisper things in public just to make you flustered. “Wanna know what I’m not wearing under this coat?”

Loves risky locations. Back of the van, gun locker, office chair — if she knows someone might hear? She’s into it.

🦇 TRISH (a.k.a. “Lightning Mommy With Issues”)

Does NOT understand human social norms. “Why are people afraid when I teleport behind them and say ‘Boo’?”

Genuinely thinks her and Lady are in a buddy-cop movie. Narrates your life like it’s an action trailer. “One half-demon. One lightning goddess. One confused bystander (you).”

Spends an unhealthy amount of time perfecting dramatic entrances. That thunderclap wasn’t random. She planned that.

Knows she’s hot and uses it for discounts. She once got you free sushi because she winked at the manager and called you her “mortal consort.”

Terrifies Siri. Her phone won't answer when she says “Hey Siri,” because it’s scared.

She’s always touching you. Hand on your lower back, brushing your hair, whispering “You look delectable today.” Yes, she’s doing it on purpose.

🦇 TRISH — NSFW HEADCANONS

Wickedly sensual. She moves slow, talks dirty in that low velvet voice, and knows exactly how to wreck you mentally and physically.

Can literally shock you in bed. Soft, teasing jolts across your skin, building anticipation. It’s like being edged by electricity.

Dominant with a worship kink. She wants you to beg and praise her. Call her a goddess and she will absolutely lose control. (Like… why wouldn’t you anyway? It’s Trish.)

Loves lingerie. Like, expensive, scandalous stuff. She wears it under her regular clothes just to catch you off guard.

Aftercare queen. The moment it’s over, she’s stroking your hair, kissing your forehead, whispering affirmations like “You did so well for me, sweetheart.”

Likes to “charge” your kisses. Literally. You get a tiny shock every time she kisses you. She finds it hilarious. You are currently plotting revenge.

Will fight Lady over who gets to sit next to you in the car. Every time. “Shotgun.” “Trish, we’re in your car.”

💀 NICO SFW HEADCANONS

Her purse is just a gun holster with a stick of gum and a Zippo lighter. Don’t ask where her wallet is. She hasn’t seen it in three weeks.

Can hotwire anything. Car, vending machine, coffee maker. You left her alone with your smart fridge once. It now plays Cowboy Bebop.

Once made a gun that shoots glitter “for the aesthetic.” She immediately regretted it when she couldn't get it out of her cleavage for a week.

Smokes inside even when you beg her not to. “Babe, if the demon smoke ain’t killin’ me, this lil ol' cigarette won’t either.”

Has definitely said “I could fix him... or build him better” while actively building a flamethrower.

Will slap your ass in public like it’s nothing. Then laugh like you did something wrong.

Flirts like she’s got nothing to lose. “Damn, sugar... If you weren’t already mine, I’d make you fall for me all over again.”

Will crawl under a car covered in oil and then immediately kiss you after. "What? A little grease never hurt nobody."

Insists on pet names like “darlin’,” “sweet thing,” “hot stuff,” and “my little walking distraction.”

Will try to build you a mech-suit for your birthday. It does not work, but you now have a flamethrower built into your heels.

💀 NSFW NICO HEADCANONS

She’s a filthy talker. Southern drawl, low voice, right in your ear. “Damn, baby, look at you… all wrecked and whimperin’ f’r me.”

Will wreck you with her hands. She builds weapons for a living, what did you think those fingers could do? (I’m on freak timing 🙄)

Gives the messiest head in the business. Spit, moans, eye contact, and she doesn’t stop until you scream her name. “You keep squirming like that, baby, and I might let you come.”

Big dom energy with chaotic switch moments. One minute she’s got you tied to a workbench, next minute she’s whimpering with her legs shaking, begging for more.

Has definitely banged you in the back of the van. More than once. With the windows down. “Hey, if the devil’s watchin’, he oughta learn a thing or two.”

Aftercare is a whiskey shot and her wiping you off with her bandana. “Ain’t nothin’ cleaner than the bandana. Trust me, it’s vintage.”

[sukunas-play-thing]

Me with my property taxes.

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inspired by someone saying selfshipping is unethical

[sukunas-play-thing]

mine: porco x fem! reader

pairing: porco galliard x fem! reader

plot: after catching you getting too friendly with zeke, porco's jealousy snaps. he drags you back to your room, furious and possessive, and he shows you exactly who you belong to...

contents (MDNI): jealous and rough sex, possessive behavior, manhandling, reader doesn't get to cum, choking and breathplay, spanking, dom porco, sub reader, porco can't communicate feelings so he fucks them out lol

word count: 1,030

a/n: here's a short little porco drabble, hope you enjoy! as always, this content is NSFW, sooooo MDNI, 18+ only, and i thank you for reading. <333

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you should've known.

the way porco had been staring at you from across the mess hall - his jaw tight, barely touching his food, his eyes locked onto where you sat with zeke - should've been warning enough.

but you didn't stop. you kept laughing at zeke's dumb jokes. you laughed much too loudly. you leaned in much too close.

and now, porco is shoving you back against your room's door the second it clicks shut.

"you think i didn't fucking see that?" his voice is low, sharp, his breath is hot against your cheek. "what, you really need attention that fucking bad? you're just gonna act like a dirty fucking slut in front of the whole mess hall? huh?" he lightly smacks your cheek, your hand instantly flying up to where he made contact.

your heart jumps, part fear and part adrenaline. his hand moves to the wall beside your head. he's caging you in, there's no escape. his other hand wraps around your jaw, his fingers squeezing just enough to make your breath catch in your throat.

"i-i wasn't-" he cuts you off with a scoff, and he tilts your chin up roughly.

"don't fucking play dumb," he begins, "what, did you want him to look at you? you want him to imagine what you sound like when you moan?" his eyes are wild, his teeth are clenched, and - fuck, he's hard already, pressing against your thigh.

you don't answer. you can't. his mouth crashes into yours, angry and claiming, tongue forcing its way past your lips like he's trying to erase any memory you've ever had of anyone else. his hands are already pulling at your clothes, yanking your shirt off, barely catching his breath, before his tongue is back down your throat. he undoes the button and zipper on your pants as if they've offended him by simply existing, and he yanks them down harshly.

"you wanna be a fucking tease?" he mutters against your neck, biting hard - just under your ear, where no one can miss it. he sucks and bites harsher, causing you to gasp and moan at the sensation. you can feel your panties getting soaked and hot at his touch and ministrations. "then take it like one," he finishes his sentence, as he spins you around and shoves you onto your bed, causing you to gasp. his rough calloused hands flip you onto your stomach, and you barely have any time to catch your breath before he completely removes your pants and panties in one go, rendering you completely naked under him.

you hear his belt coming undone, the heavy metallic *thud* of it hitting the floor. he doesn't bother prepping you. he just spits between your thighs, spreading it with his fingers along your already glistening slit. he groans at the sight, and bites his lip, desperate to be inside you already. he lines himself up, and smacks your disobedient cunt a few times with his thick and heavy cock, the tip is red and so angry, precum beading and dripping off of it.

he suddenly slams into you in one brutal thrust, and you cry out, gripping the sheets beneath you. your body arches from the sudden stretch, and it burns slightly. he's incredibly thick, and he isn't being gentle - not after that stunt you pulled tonight. he sets a brutal pace, his hips slapping against your ass, his fingers digging into your waist, sure to leave marks for tomorrow. low sexy groans spill from his throat with each trust, each time your cunt grips his cock so deliciously.

"god, listen to you," he snarls, fingers digging into your waist harder. "all that whining for zeke, and now you're just screaming on my cock like a fucking whore."

you don't deny it, in fact you moan out louder in response. you like this, the way he loses control. the way he marks you like he fucking owns you.

one of his hands snakes around and finds your throat, yanking you up flush against his chest. "say it," he pants in your ear. "say whose fucking pussy this is."

"yours," you gasp, your voice wrecked, your throat raw. you moan again as his cock continues to pound into you, stretching you out more with every harsh thrust. your walls clamp down around his cock, causing him to grunt.

his grip around your throat tightens, just enough to make you dizzy. "say it again."

"y-yours," you obey, a little louder than before.

his hand moves from your waist to harshly smack your ass, causing you to yelp. his grip returns to your waist, his fingers gripping into the soft fatty flesh. "fucking say. it. again."

"y-yours! fuck, p-porco! it's yours! it's a-all yours! por-porco!"

"that's right," he lets go of your throat, and shoves you back down into the bed, just to fuck you harder. "don't you ever fucking forget it." he grunts as your pussy continues to milk him, and you feel the tightness in your core threatening to snap soon.

"p-porco, m'gonna cum," you whimper, your ass starting to feel numb from his harsh thrusts.

"don't care," he groans. "not tonight you're - fuck - not." his grip on your waist is even tighter, his thrusts starting to lose their rhythm. "bad girls d-don't get to cum."

you cry in annoyance, and he suddenly holds you still, cumming deep inside your cunt, painting it white, marking it as his. "oh, fuck baby, you feel so good," he moans, his orgasm washing over him. you turn around best you can to see him, and you see his flushed cheeks, his hair sticking to his sweaty forehead, his eyes closed, and a dopey smile across his lips. you turn forward again, not wanting to get yelled at for looking.

he pulls out of you slowly, watching some of his cum drip down your leg. he swipes it with his finger, and pushes it back into your creamy hole, earning a groan from the both of you. he removes his finger, and lies down next to you, glancing at you.

"bet you won't even look at him tomorrow," he exhales, voice low and satisfied. "you won't dare."

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Omg I would kill for any Connie eren or porco boyfriend hcs.. preferably modern au<3

boyfriend headcanons ft. eren, connie, and porco!!!

hi anon i love you and i LOVE boyfriend headcanons. i hope you like them! i decided to do all three because i can lol.

notes: modern au oriented, possible mature themes, generally sfw, some f!reader terms used but i tried to keep it as gn!reader as possible

eren

bf!eren is incredibly chivalrous. he holds the door for you, takes your coat, walks between you and traffic, etc., and the best part about it is that he doesn’t even realize he does this stuff. it’s second nature and it’s SO charming

bf!eren wouldn’t post you often but you’d be the only thing he posts. most of his social media is blank except for a few pictures/stories of you

bf!eren’s love language is physical touch. he’s always touching you somehow, holding whatever part of you is within reach.

bf!eren keeps a picture of you on the dash of his car, in his wallet, in his phone case, AND you’re his phone background. it’s a mix of pride and pure adoration.

bf!eren loves when you wear his clothes or use his blankets, seeing you wrapped up in his stuff gives him butterflies.

bf!eren loves being around you and spending time with you, and yeah he takes you out, but his favorite time spent with you is at home being lazy.

bf!eren is honestly kind of cheesy and cliché at times!!! he loves sweeping you off your feet, kissing in the rain, winning the biggest prize at the fair for you, and other corny things like that. it’s so unexpected but it feels like a movie.

bf!eren gets jealous easily and he’s incredibly possessive of you. it’s hard to let go of that feeling of jealousy and it lingers for a while.

bf!eren makes a collaborative playlist so both of you can add songs to it.

bf!eren loves taking you on joyrides in his car, and loves driving just fast and reckless enough to give you a thrill. it’s almost like a trust fall in his eyes

bf!eren loves “manhandling” you— for example, if you’re sitting on the couch, he’ll pick you up and put you on his lap without asking. it’s 40% to show off his strength and 60% just because he can.

speaking of his strength, bf!eren looooves showing you how strong he is. he picks you up often, princess-carrying you, throwing you over his shoulder, etc.

bf!eren makes your enemies his enemies and he LOVES to talk shit.

bf!eren loves the babe/baby/babygirl pet names, especially “my baby.” if he uses your name instead, there’s a 95% chance he’s upset or mad about something

however…

despite all of the sweet, cheesy stuff, bf!eren ultimately LOVES fucking with you. annoying you, messing with you, scaring you, teasing you— that’s his favorite.

bf!eren tickles you, brake checks you, sings obnoxiously loud in your ear, wipes his sweat on you, pops up behind couches or doors or walls to scare you. bf!eren fucks with you constantly and doesn’t stop until you yell at him or storm off

bf!eren will spend the next thirty minutes begging you to stop being mad at him and to forgive him, just to do it all over again.

bf!eren will do anything you ask him to do.

pre-relationship, he was definitely plotting on you 😭

bf!eren would probably not be the easiest boyfriend to have, to be honest. even though he loves you more than anything, he’s hotheaded and prone to black-and-white thinking

you’ll be off and on for a while. it’s not the healthiest at first, but bf!eren loves you too much to give up.

bf!eren does Not play about you and won’t hesitate to confront someone about something they did to you. he also won’t hesitate to knock them into next week.

connie

bf!connie is probably the most genuine, fun-loving boyfriend on the planet.

best friends—> lovers is the only thing that makes sense, you’d have to be one of his best friends first.

bf!connie loves silly/unserious pet names and can’t stop calling you “sugar plum””pumpkin””snookums” and ”pookie bear”. when he’s being serious (which he rarely is) he calls you “my love”

you are bf!connie’s PRIDE AND JOY. he wears your initials on a necklace, takes you everywhere with him, posts you, and talks about you nonstop. if there’s an opportunity to show you off, he takes it.

bf!connie takes pictures of you CONSTANTLY. cute ones, candid ones, but especially silly/ugly/funny ones. he thinks you’re adorable no matter what but he can’t stop taking pictures of you with ugly filters on

bf!connie would buy and wear an “i 🩷 my girlfriend (partner/boyfriend)” shirt unironically. actually, it’d be a hoodie so he could wear it more often!

bf!connie makes you his everything, However…

it’s be really hard for him to separate his time with you and his friends and his one-on-one time with you.

bf!connie’s friends are everything to him but so are you!!!

bf!connie’s aversion to seriousness might cause a spat or two but nothing crazy or relationship ending. if something really bothers you or him, he’ll do his all to address it and correct it even if seriousness is hard.

bf!connie is jokingly possessive and mildly jealous. he’s not a relationship guy and wouldn’t be with someone he feels like he can’t trust completely, but his minimal experience with relationships leads to a little jealousy anyway.

bf!connie loves matching/coordinating outfits with you when you go out.

bf!connie’s love language is quality time and he loves including you in everything he does, and loves when you do the same. hobbies, self care, hangouts, it doesn’t matter— he wants to do it with you!!!

bf!connie loves play-fighting with you but he’d never actually hurt you. he just likes to roughhouse and show off his strength!

humor and playfulness are the pillars of you and bf!connie’s relationship. there’s nothing more that he loves than laughing and being playful with you, it makes his heart swell

bf!connie is messy as hell and tells you alllll of the gossip, and he expects the same from you!!!

bf!connie would LOVE if you smoked with him. he wouldn’t Make you do it but it’d make him so happy if you did. he would love to get high and get the giggles in bed with you

bf!connie makes sure you stay fed. if he eats, you eat, no questions asked!!!

bf!connie loves being all up in your personal space. his favorite thing ever is laying his head in your lap and letting you play with his hair

porco

bf!porco is always fake-beefing with you, rolling his eyes, sighing, looking at you funny, and sassing you. he’s patient zero of the sassy man apocalypse

bf!porco is an incredibly doting boyfriend even if he’s fake-sassing you constantly. he adores you completely but he can’t have you thinking he’s a softie.

bf!porco LOVES taking you on romantic, proper dates. he gives you the best because you deserve it, but also because he wants you to think highly of him.

bf!porco is incredibly possessive and jealous only because he values you greatly. he’s picky, hard to impress, and not very personable— so for him to love someone is not an easy feat, and he’s not letting ANYONE get in the way of that.

bf!porco lets his ego get in the way of things sometimes because hates the idea of seeming weak or not good enough in your eyes.

bf!porco exclusively calls you princess or babe/baby, even if he’s mad, annoyed, or busy.

bf!porco is the most flattered by you having a deep reverence for him and viewing him as a protector and provider.

bf!porco loves impressing you and tries to do it often with his looks, strength, intelligence, toughness, and capabilities. he loves being complimented on these things, too!

bf!porco is big on PDA because he wants everyone to know that you’re his. a hand on your back, an arm around your waist, a kiss on your head— everyone is going to know one way or another

bf!porco prioritizes your needs and wants because he has the mindset that if he doesn’t do it for you, someone else will. it goes hand in hand with his possessiveness and jealousy.

bf!porco loves getting on your nerves and teasing you, but he would feel AWFUL if it actually hurt your feelings or made you cry and probably never mess with you again.

bf!porco never hesitates to bring up something that’s bothering him, and never hesitates to confront you if he thinks something is bothering you.

arguments are kind of common because bf!porco is egotistical and hotheaded.

bf!porco loooooves playing with your hair.

bf!porco is kind of clingy and likes to be around you often. it surprises him because he’s not very personable.

you’re bf!porco’s muse when it comes to photography. sure, he takes posed pictures of you, but his favorites are candids. pictures where you don’t know the camera is on you and you’re being your authentic self. there are probably some from before you were together (in the least creepy way possible).

bf!porco definitely pursued you HARD before you were together. trying to impress you, teasing you, going out of his way for you, talking to you, complimenting you. he didn’t try to hide his feelings for you, but he didn’t say anything until he knew you felt the same way.

bf!porco doesn’t talk a lot about the way he feels for you, he’d rather show you through actions, but he writes you love letters often. he leaves full pages, handwritten front and back, with a bouquet of two dozen roses on your kitchen counter for you to read when he’s not there. it’s all so sappy and sweet that sometimes you can’t believe it’s from him.

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