#i want him so bad i cant even resist anymore what the fuck

[slxshrx]

aheehee i drew sumn bc i was bored

[slvttyplum]

the ass that you had on you was something serious, and everyone seemed to know that besides you. that was until suguru made it painfully obvious, and he had no shame about it whatsoever. slapping it every chance he got, resting his head on it, rubbing on it—he just couldn't resist; something about it just turned him on.

one thing that had him bending you over in a second was jeans.

the specific jeans that you wore made your ass look way more sculpted than it already was; he just couldn't take his eyes off of it. the more he stared, the more agitated he got each second. he wasn't buried deep inside of you, squeezing your ass cheeks as his tip pressed into your sweet spot.

as much as he loved looking at that beautiful face of yours, it was something he loved about watching the way your ass moved when he would thrust into you, watching your ass bounce back on him, or slapping your ass every two seconds until it was sore, moaning every time he did it, making him want to do it even more.

suguru couldn't deny the fact that he was an ass man. even if he tried, he loved boobs and all they had to offer as much as the next person, but you in particular changed his perspective when it came to ass and how fluid it could be, especially outside of sex.

his hand was never not placed on that big ass of yours; even in public, he couldn't keep his hand away; it was like there was a magnet attracting his hand and your ass, blaming you every time you would scold him while out in public to cool it.

of course he would cool it out to respect boundaries out in public, but once y'all were back in the house, all limits were off, fucking you until he couldn't anymore, pushing your head into the pillow as you moaned with every thrust.

your moans ringing through the walls, the more aggressive he got. once he had your flesh in his hands, he got greedy and wanted more, so he went from grabbing it to smacking it until your ass was sore and stinging.

instead of you drooling into the pillow and your vision going blurry, it was him instead, his head dizzy and drool sliding out the corner of his mouth. the longer he fucked you, the more delirious he got, with a bright smile on his face, still staring at your ass and making sure you didn't budge from the position you were in.

"fuck suguru, i… i cant." gritting his teeth at your whining, knowing that was a cop out because two hours on your stomach was light work for you, you just couldn't take his dick well in this position, but suguru wasn't having it.

"you can, and you will. okay?" a moan in response to his harsh words, yet they still turned you on, tightening around you as you finished right on his dick, moaning louder and louder the deeper he got inside of you. his dick glistening with your fluids all over, his eyes sliding from your ass and your pussy, and it was too good for him to stop.

slapping your ass even more, knowing that it turned you on just as much as it did his, and he didn't do a cute little smack to the ass during sex; he wanted it to hurt, wanted you to flinch while he stuffed you with dick, feeling how tight you could get.

you weren't innocent; you loved the fact that suguru loved your ass as much as he did. that round bundle of joy got you whatever you wanted whenever you needed it, and if that meant getting fucked into a pillow until you lost time, that's what was going to happen. his big hands rubbing over your ass was somewhat comforting, and you loved it, but a smack to the ass while he was deep inside of you was even better.

his cute moans whenever you squeezed around him were something you could listen to for days. the fucked-out look in his eye when he was finally done with a wet chin from his drool was so sexy it made you want to get back into position just for him to fuck you up again, to see his flushed face and blabber around about how sexy you were.

sometimes he was just so down bad that he would pull those tiny little shorts you loved to tease him with and pull them to the side and slide his thick dick inside of you as his big hand rubbed over your soft ass.

a soft "fuck" sliding past his lips whenever he did, bracing himself and preparing to fuck for a couple of hours or until the sun was rising.

suguru had restraint, but he had to take deep swallows whenever he saw you naked or even with jeans on, having to stop himself from pouncing on you.

[xiaoscarasimp]

Horny Drabble 1

So this is gonna be a pplace where i upload stuff that i write for a friend of mine. The drabble will be short and kinda very bad and horny CW: Afab reader creampie, (cant think of anymore)

He bends you over the banister, whispering in your ears, "So wet for me aren't you?" He moves his hands down your body, savoring every inch or smooth skin. Once he reaches your folds, he slips his fingers delicately around your clit. Scaramouche moves his hand on your clit, rubbing back and forth, stimulating it into an even more sensitive area. You rub your legs together, trying to get some relief when he spreads your legs like an army Sergeant and pins your arms to your back. "Only good girls get what they want when they wait. Wait for me, darling.” He puts his fingers in you and you try to grind on them, but he pulls them out too fast, leaving you keening for more. He licks his fingers, compliments the taste and shoves his fingers in your mouth. As you're choking on his fingers, he uses his free hand to pull down his pants. "Aaah, so pretty," He admires your glistening cunt. "It'll be even prettier stuffed full of my cock." He lines his cock up against your entrance, tip already leaking in anticipation. Scaramouche meets little to no resistance sliding right into you. "So fucking tight," He groans as your walls clench around him. Once his cock entered you, it became the only thing you could focus on. The world began and ended with Scaramouche. The tip was hitting all the right spots, edging you closer and closer to your release. Scaramouche started thrusting harder and harder,m pressing you against the bannister even more so, his delicate digits leaving marks on your skin where he was holding you closer to him for that just right angle. “Who’s the only one who can pleasure you like this?” He asked breathily in your ear. “Y-you can!” You almost shout in pleasure. “Say my name.” “Sc-scara-aaahn” You moan half way through attempting to say his name; he was hitting that just right spot, deep,deep in your needy hole. “Louder.” “Scaraamouche!!!” You shout, thrusting yourself sloppily against his cock, the tip now kissing the cervix. He was being pulled in too deep and before he could pull out, he painted those gummy walls white as they closed in around him, signaling your orgasm was on the horizon. A few more thrusts, and you had cum all over his member, drowning in your juices.

[seungmin-mongmong]

A Stupid Bet

pairing: seungmin x fem.reader

warnings: degrading, unprotected sex, names (whore, slut, brat), slight cussing, edging, fingering, oral (f. receiving), hair pulling

Seungmin always liked to make challenges and bets with you. Mostly because he always won, but he just loved seeing you struggle to keep the bet.

This time, the rules for the bet were; no touching yourself, and no sex. It was weird, since you and Seungmin liked to watch movies toghether, cuddle, and end up in the bedroom. But now, watching movies were so boring. It has been 5 days, and its almost the weekend, and you’re doing fine. Atleast until today. The problem is, you cant stop thinking about his cock. Especially when Seungmin decides to tease you with wandering around with only his boxers on in the morning.

“Good morning, jagiya” he says. You cant help but stare at his toned body, and just imagining him over you. “Hello? Y/n?” he says again. You snap back, seeing that he has sat down opposite you. “A-ah, good morning” you reply abruptly. “Were you distracted? Hah, do you like what you see?” he says. You cant focus on anything he says. All you can think about is him fucking you. But you can’t. If you do, you’ll lose the bet.

You didnt hear what he said but hum in reply. “Anyway, aren’t you supposed to be at work?” he asks you. Shit. You look at the time on your phone. Oh your boss is going to kill you. “My god, i have to go, love you!” you shout as you run out the door.

…

You’re almost ready to drive home from your work place when you get a notification from Seungmin. He rarely texted you while you were at work. You open your messages and see a picture. A mirror picture of Seungmin, with wet hair, and a towel wrapped around his waist. The towel wrapped so low on his waist, you could see his v-line, and his damp skin, and the fog on the mirror. His slim hands holding the phone. Seungmin was driving you insane now. All this was just to tease you even more.

You couldnt take it anymore. You needed Seungmin so urgently. This was complete torture, watching your boyfriend, half naked, in towels, whatever was making you want him. Your cunt was getting wet, and you knew you couldnt ask him to just fuck you. The car started, and you drove off immediately. He was making you horny on purpose. He wanted you to lose, and it was starting to work too. The urge to touch yourself was getting too strong. It was as if Seungmin controlled your thoughts.

You parked outside your house, and quickly opened the door. You see Seungmin, lying on the couch in shorts and a black oversized t-shirt. Even just seeing him like that made you go mad. “Hey jagi” he said. “Did you like the picture?” It was almost as if your cunt was dripping now. You went upstairs, to your bedroom and laid down on the bed. There was nothing else in your thoughts, than Seungmin fucking you dumb.

You got your pants off, and your hand automatically went down underneath your panties to your clit. Seungmin was definitely winning this bet. You just couldn’t resist yourself. Rubbing slowly in circles as you think of him. If only it were his slim, long fingers inside you, pleasuring you, but no. You dip two fingers in, moaning. Then, you forgot, the door is open and Seungmin is right underneath you. Did he hear it? You cover your mouth with the other hand as you go faster, sliding in and out, whimpering in your hand. You couldn’t go and close the door now, and you were sure Seungmin heard you moan, but still continued, going even deeper and faster. You felt a pleasure, but it wasnt the same. It wasnt as good as Seungmins cock inside you, hitting your spot. You whined in desperation, wanting him so bad, going even faster.

Then you heard steps. They were coming from the stairs, and you slowed down the pace, letting out a small whimper. It was over, Seungmin had seen you now.

“You really enjoyed that picture huh? Getting all worked up over me in a towel? What a whore.” he said. You felt too embarrassed to answer, slowly pulling your fingers out. He had bet 1,000$ on this challenge. You look at him, feeling ashamed. He takes a step closer, and almost whispers, “Looks like i’ve won this challenge. Again.” He chuckles to himself, and looks at you with dark eyes. You cant even answer him, from embarrassment. All you do is stare at him, and his cock. “Looks like you need punishment. Especially whores like you that cant follow rules.” he says cold.

“Get on your knees.” he demands. You follow his orders, although he has never been this strict. He was way more controlling now, but you kind of liked it, seeing him take control of you.

He slipped his shorts and boxers down to his ankles. You could see his hardened cock, flushed. Seeing that cock right in front of you makes you so needy. “Come on, make me cum.” he says. You would take his cock anywhere, any time, no matter what.

You start licking his tip, tasting him. Your panties are almost soaked at this point. His long cock twitches as you kiss his tip, and starts sucking. He groans while you suck, grabbing your hair. “Ngh, come on, do it properly.” he says, pushing his cock into your mouth. He goes deep in your throat, almost making you choke, but the pleasure is too good to stop. You only want more of him, sucking and licking him, as his hips buck up. He groans and pulls your hair, while you sit there on your knees, spit hanging on your chin. Its almost like you’re his toy, being used just to make him cum. He pulls your hair harder making you choke on his dick, while his orgasm approaches. He whimpers and breathes heavily. “Im gonna fvcking cum in your mouth, and you’ll swallow every single drop like the slut you are. Got that?” he says.

He thrusts into your mouth one more time, and his load fill your mouth. Theres just something so good about the taste of Seungmins cum. You swallow it all and open your mouth just to show him you can be a good girl. It makes you so horny, thinking of being his slut. Something about him being like this makes you feel helpless and desperate, but you love it.

“Of course you swallowed it all like the whore you are. You just love being used by me, dont you.” he snaps. “Now stand up. Im not finished with you yet.” he says with a smirk. You stand up, without hesitation and look him in his dark eyes, waiting for your next order. “You’re just a little brat, my little fuck-toy.” he says. You can only stand there, staring at him and his dick. “Aren’t you?” he asks. “Y-yes Min.” you respond. Within a second, he pushes you down onto the bed. Seungmin drags your wet panties off, seeing your soaked pussy. “You’re such a whore.” he mutters.

He brings your knees up, missionary, and slowly enters you. “Fuck, you’re such a slut for me, aren’t you.” he breathes out. Finally, his cock in you, feeling so good. The feeling you longed after. He thrusts deeply into you while grunting. His cock sliding in and out was just the best feeling. It was as if Seungmins dick was made for you, fitting right in your hole. He starts going faster, making you moan his name. You could already feel him hitting your spot. The pleasure builds for the both of you, moaning, and whimpering. His movements quickens, and becomes sloppier. He thrusts into your spot again, almost making you cum. “Fuck, Min, im gonna cum.” you groan. He smiles at you as he pulls out, edging you. “Please, just let me cum Min, please.” you whimper. “I cant just let you get what you want. You broke the rules, you get punished.” he says, leaving your body squirming in desperation.

“Min, please, i need you inside me.” you cry. You reach your hand down to finish off yourself, but Seungmins hand grabs your wrist. “Behave you little slut.” he snaps. “You’re that desperate huh?” he smirks. You can only look at him with pleading eyes, whimpering. “Get up, I’m tired of doing all the work. Now it’s your turn.” he commands as he lies down on his back. You immediately know what to do, and climb on top of him. Putting his dick in, you whine. You bounce up and down in his cock, going deep. The feeling was too good, making you moan his name. “Such a brat” he says. Your eyes roll back in pleasure. Seungmin moans, and bucks his hips up, thrusting into that spot. One more time, and you’ll cum. “Fuck, im close.” you whine. You ride him faster, grinding on his cock. He breathes shakily, thrusting one more time, as your orgasm crashes onto you. Seungmin cums in you, moaning, while you form a ring of cum around his cock.

As you get off him, you feel his cum seep out of your hole. That warm feeling, trickling down your inner thigh. “My little slut, taking my cock so good.” he says. You lie down beside him, meeting his eyes. His gaze was softer now. “I love you.” you whisper, giving him a kiss. He looks at you, smiling. “You’re such a good slut for me.” he responds. “I love you too.”

[lydiathane]

Revenant

A sharp whistle cuts the tension before I can take the first steps toward making a fool of myself. "If I didn't know any better, I'd say I'm lookin' at a ghost," a sailor's shit-eating cant calls out.

"You ever seen a ghost with an ass like mine?"

"Turn around, let me think about it."

A tree trunk of a man leans on a shovel and shields his eyes from the light. I see the blotchy ink of sun-scorched tattoos snaking up his bronze arm, naval mythology merged with flesh just the way I remember. I can feel the dread-thump of a resistant heart being violently kickstarted by an absolute dream, jolting me awake. It's a perfect, cerulean day in La Noscea, and the chaplain himself is shoveling shit on several acres of the island's best volcanic soil. Spectacular.

"How's it going, Leon?"

"I've had it worse. Still kicking, so I can't complain."

"You look healthy."

"I am healthy. But what about you? Last I saw you…"

"I was blasted on drugs and dancing on the edge of disaster. Bet you thought I danced right off the dock and into the ocean." It's a joke, but it's not.

"That's...one way of putting it, yeah." Leon scratches at the short hair on his chin and cheek with a free hand and looks me over as he mulls what exactly to say to a screaming heap of unfinished business made manifest on his humble yard. I can see it in his eyes that he's wary, the walls being bricked as high as he can make them before the bad humors get in and asphyxiate everything they touch.

"I know this is out of the blue," I admit, in the most obvious possible fashion. Fuck, I am so stupid. "I guess I could've sent a letter or...messenger bird. Smoke signals..." I'm trying to joke again, but unlike Arius, this one gives me a pitying smile. Grow up, Lydia. You fucking idiot.

"What are you here for, Lydia?" The smile fades fast as I watch him try to piece together my intent with a swell of suspicion, and I can't blame him for the outcome. "Listen, I know things happened on the Basilisk, but I...don't live like that anymore, and I have no desire to go back. The drugs, the debauching...I'm not proud of what I did there, but I'm set on a better path these days. I'm making up for lost time."

"No, no. Hey." I'm moving before I can stop myself, boots sinking into the supple field, treading on his work in a way I am all too keenly aware of. "Listen, I'm not here to drag you back, I swear to you. Actually, I'm drying out too, in just about every conceivable sense. I don't want that, either."

"I looked for you, you know. Looked for a body more than anything, expected to find you face down in the current. Didn't find out until later that you'd walked off with a stranger. I didn't understand it."

"Yeah, well…" I begin, ready to deflect with more sour humor and then immediately turn away from the vulnerability this perilous conversation requires. Instead: "I'm…sorry. I'm sorry you had to do that. That was fucked up, the way I walked out of all that. I don't have an excuse, and I'm not going to make one. I owed you more than that."

I see his brows raise, but he doesn't voice his surprise. He doesn't need to. "I appreciate that."

"You're...such a good fucking man, Leon. You're one of the best. You didn't deserve it. It's that simple. I kept thinking about you after I left, and it's not to excuse how I walked out, but even before then I knew I was an anchor and I was dragging you to your death. I was poison. The Basilisk was...it was..."

"A cataclysmic fuckfest," he completes on cue. "Yeah, it was a disgusting, sweaty, nihilistic shitshow and everyone there knew it, but you didn't do anything to me that I wasn't already on the way to doing to myself. It was a dark time, Lydia. We lost our minds when faced with the end. In a way, I'm grateful it happened, because it showed me who I really was."

"You never seemed lost to me."

Leon unfurls an endearing smile, his eyes crinkling up with easygoing mirth. "We're born lost, Lydia. We're all just stumbling around in the dark trying to do our best with a little bit of light and direction until we die and get the big picture." He's been building up to this line, I can see it in his expression that he's pleased. "Thankfully there's a divine Navigator."

I smile back reflexively and feel my heart punch madly against my ribs, beating my dumb ass internally with every blow. Part of me wants to cover the spot with my hands as though he can see it, but I settle for crossing my arms casually instead. We stand there staring at each other stupidly for far too long as seagulls scream in the distance.

"Hey, so can I just…" I begin. "I don't expect anything out of you. Let me be clear about that. I don't want money or favors or anything, okay?" I've got his full attention and it's making me nervous, but I'm committed now and there's no turning back. "But...maybe you wouldn't mind giving me a little bit of your time? Let me buy you a drink or dinner or both." I can feel the color creep up my neck, which is abso-fucking-lutely undignified. This isn't like me, but I can barely hear my own higher thought over the steady wardrum going off in my chest. "You can absolutely tell me to go fuck myself if that's where your heart's at, but if there's even a remote chance--"

"Sure."

"Sure. Sure? What's that mean, sure?"

"You're as thick as you always were," he scoffs, turning to walk his shovel back toward a freshly-painted barn, leaving me to scramble after. "You can't just tell me you want to talk or that you're feeling some kind of way, so we've got to do this song and dance where I pretend I don't know you and you get to pretend you're getting away with something. It was the same deal when I first met you on the boat to Terncliff, you were scared shitless, but had to come at it all sideways." He leans the shovel against the wall and ignores me to work the knot on his bandana to wipe the sweat from his forehead. "I know you want to say some things, you think I might want to say some things, and you want to put a cap on this open chapter one way or another. So let's do it. Take me on a date, Lydia Thane."

Leon takes his time to pull the bulky gloves from his hands and throw them on a workbench, finally glancing over his shoulder to see me looking dumbstruck. His laughter is loud enough to echo all the way down to the shoreline.

[rwqv]

yes vro u get it ...... i hate it when people just say that megumis whole thing is just being the "potential man" cus thats his whole character arc ..... vro ...

why were u thinking while driving ummm officer write her a ticket ... no but ur rigjht except for the fact that naoya was not an ignorant teenager but an ignorant 27 year old LOLL but i get what u mean. all of the toji parallels with maki are effing sick like ugh as the number one toji glazer for life i loved it so bad

cursed naoya was literally so ugly like i lost all my feelings for naoya when i saw cursed naoya LMFAOOOOO but i lowkey like predicted that he would somehow come back ... cus i was like no way they'll show this character that wanted to kill off all the mcs and who was such a big antag just for him to die so easily .. and then boom he came back

vro yusukugojo would be actually insane and lowkey too goated ..

dude i remember watching the scene where toji shoots riko with my brother and i like had to pause and take a walk because wtf .... why did i actually believe theyd get a happy ending like girl there r still so many episodes left ur in for it ...

i disliked toji at first but after realizing that his character was so much more than a broke ahh assassin i learned to love him so bad .. i like to say that i appreciate his writing and his sexiness a healthy (unhealthy) amount ...

GROWLSLLSSSSS TOJI GIRL DAD OMG ..... ive been wanting to talk about toji and write for him SO FUCKING BADDDDDD but flore hates him so ... ill just go die now i guess ...... but TOJI GIRL DAD IM GOPING VERALLLLLL ..... he would totally let his daughter put makeup on him and he would totally wear the smallest princess costumes that dont fit his huge ahh ... and growllslss he would totally take that shit so seriously . "he" as in the man i made up in my head in place of toji fushiguro whos the love of my life and father of my kids ,,,

something abouit toji has been making me go crazy lately like .... i might cheat on gojo for him LOLLLL joke lang joke lang

everytuime i think of toji i go fucking feral like its not even a joke anymore ... if i had the will to wriute i woild write and write and write until i turned into the apple logo like him

higuruma ... hehe ... the man U are higuruma ..... goodness the bathtub scene made me go in sane in the mem brane liek ..,.. hooweee .... what doja cat said

naoya is 27 and still acting like this bro 😭😭😭😭😭😭😭 grow up bro you are NOT sat or u gojo 😭 i wish he died the first time but noooo come back and then noooo come back ahain as a cursed spirit just LET IT BE no one likes you (except for people in japan i guess. number 5 is too high)

i swear if jjk shippuden doesnt happen where they are all happy and fun i will cry and yknow what else id kinda like to see is what sukuna said in yujis head… i think thatd be funny

OR special afterlife episode

toji is such a tragic character tbh… at least he found enlightenment hope hes with mamaguro he loved her so much id die

I LOVE TOJI GIRL DAD i love toji in general. hed be such a good father (lie) and care about his kids (lie) hed buy her everything she wants because she made a pouty face and he cant resist it and would carry her on his shoulders bc she wanted uppies and go shopping at the mall and ride the carousel with her on the unicorns even though he barely fits… hed pretend to be hurt if his daughter hit him playfully in a “fight” and say “wow ur rlly strong” and shed giggle and laugh and itd be one of his favorite sounds and shed hold his finger with her whole hand and laugh and he’d realize “ill never get to experience this again”

if one time shed ever ask what hes going out to do and what his job is and he’d just say “im out to fight bad guys” and shed think hes a superhero and tell all her friends at school that and hed be a superhero in her mind forever

sorry … id talk about toji anyday everyday hes sassy

OH MY GOD THE BATHTUB SCENE it is all over the SCREEEN

i tihink jjk has fan service for the male characters not the female characters like i see gege is trying a bit with that killer body mei mei has but gege just draws buff men too good

[revol-lover]

2022 mainly taught me that [biological] family is a construct only and it's not as important as it's pushed to be. and that i was so attached to my dad growing up because he was not as bad as my mom but now i have learned that he's just bad in a different way. i became a 29 year old orphan - officially. he's never met my son and he didn't try to make things right with me. he chose the path of the least resistance and that was keeping me out of his life in order to be on my mom's good side. even though i begged [!] him to have a relationship with me while respecting that i couldn't have my mother in my or my children's lives because of how harmful she is. there were so many way she could've done that. he chose her in the end. he chose to never betray her. he could've contacted me in secret. i am a parent so i know when it comes to the love you have for your child you CAN and WILL always find a way for them. but he didn't. so does that mean he doesn't love me??? but you know what, whatever. i let her win. I'm done chasing people to be in my life. especially people i cant be my authentic self around.

and i feel like this all should hurt so much more but it doesn't because i have been grieving him for almost this entire year and the longer time goes on without us speaking the clearer how bullshit this is. i am a parent. he cant gaslight me and say "someday you'll understand". i would never abandon my child. i would always find a way to be there for them.

the biggest lesson of this year was if the people who put me here can't unconditionally, or conditionally!, love me, accept me or want me. why the fuck should i care about what anyone else thinks of me? why should i hold myself back from doing things i want to do [that don't cause others harm] ?? there's no one left to impress but me. there's no one whose acceptance i am after anymore at this point.

[onovnii]

I just read your Mammon nsfw hcs & loved the writing so bad, could you do one for Leviathan as well when you have the chance? Thanks :smug:

# general nsfw headcanons

feat. leviathan x gn!mc

summary. how levi is in bed :)

cw. nsfw , frotting, male and female genitalia is mentioned, tail fucking lol

author n. like last time, these are sort of all over the place but its okay, i still had fun w this request. sorry its kinda late but hope you enjoyed it ;”)

leviathan.

▸ despite his shy nature, levi isnt a complete virgin. he knows what he’s doing sure, but when it comes to you? he acts like it’s his first time ever.

▸ levi gets nervous and blushy when it comes to kissing you, so it’s safe to say he’ll be hesitant when it comes to sexual touch.

▸ poor levi is so pent up :( and for a while he’s too shy to ask for sex. so after the first night you two share, you better be prepared to have sex pretty frequently.

▸ you’re gonna have to be the one to initiate everything at first. sitting on his lap, pressing gentle kisses on his jawline, is the easiest way to rile him up.

▸ like a certain brother, he probably cried the first time you two did it. he’s had sex before, but this time was completely different for him. it was with someone he loved and trusted wholeheartedly. and your reassuring praises didn’t help the overwhelming sensation within him.

▸ also enjoys gentle love making more than rough fucking. of course, he isn’t apposed to the latter.

▸  definitely a switch with a sub lean. he doesn’t mind taking over, but he has to work up the courage to do so.

▸ though, when he gets jealous he becomes wayyy more dominant than usual. a lot more rough too (if you’re into that)

▸ because of how flustered he gets, he unintentionally switches to his demon form during sex a lot. you don't mind of course, but he’ll always apologize for it when you’re done.

▸ levi loves hickeys !! he loves being marked up. it shows to him that you actually want him and he’ll shyly show it off.

▸ he also loves marking you. a subtle yet effective way of telling others, “back off, they’re mine”

▸ sex in the bath happens a lot. it’s mostly him receiving but he’ll make up to you later :’))

▸ loves it when you kiss him when you stroke his cock under the water. loves it even more if you edge him. he’ll keep begging you to let him cum.

▸ shower sex happens too don't worry. during those times, you’ll be on the receiving end. levi is wayyy stronger than he looks so he doesn’t have a hard time holding you up as he fucks you stupid against the shower walls.

▸ if you have a dick, levi really likes it when you sit on his lap while he’s playing a game, and pull out his cock just to rub his tip with your own.

▸ the action is so small, so simple, yet it drives him insane. the feeling of you sitting on his lap, you biting his neck and kissing the faint bruise, the overall closeness, it all makes him so flustered. to the point you’ll have him cumming in seconds.

▸ after that, he’ll pause or try to quickly finish his game just so he can continue with what you started.

▸ if you don't, that's okay. levi has another thing he likes to do. it’s a fact levi is infatuated with your thighs. so when watching anime, he likes laying behind you. he gains the habit of slipping his cock in between your thighs. so he can watch whatever’s on screen and feel you against him at the same time. eventually that wont be enough for him and he’ll (shyly) ask you to ride him.

▸ for all the monster fuckers out there, yes he does use his tail. again, if you have a dick levi likes stroking it with his tail. it lets him focus on whatever he’s doing while touching you. 

▸he likes doing it whenever he feels in a more dominate mood. the sounds you make only fuel him to continue teasing you. eventually, it gets to a point where levi cant resist the temptation anymore and invites you to his lap where he makes you ride him.

▸ if you don't have one, don't worry. he still uses his tail. you’ll have to convince him on this though, but it’s easy to do so.

▸ after some talking, levi will stuff his tail inside your cunt, careful to not hurt you, while he rubs circles on your clit. he’ll quickly grow to like it. he can pleasure you and watch your reactions. your moans give him confidence in what he’s doing.

▸ he also has a bunch of toys tucked away in the farthest corner in his room. he’ll introduce you to them after a while and will shyly ask if you could use some on him and vice versa.

▸ secretly loves it when you make him wear a vibrator on his cock and slowly turn up the intensity while he plays a game. it drives him insane and he can never last long.

▸ also loves it when you use a cockring on him. the feeling of his orgasm building up, just for it to not release is enough to make him cry.

▸ also loves doing it to you! sometimes when you get a little too needy for his touch, he’ll make you use a vibrator. he just loves it when you beg for him to touch you. makes him feel sooo wanted.

- val

[romulanfucker]

alex do not feel obliged to respond but if you were given the chance to write a tuvok episode. what would the plot synopsis be

ok sorry i fell asleep while typing out an answer to this yesterday but heehee here's 4 potential tuvok episodes i think about:

1) ok so there's two episodes of voyager i think about constantly and that's the one w the bliss planet that has that spatial folding device that could potentially send voyager halfway to the alpha quadrant in seconds but they wont share it legally and janeway cant violate the prime directive so tuvok opts to steal it for her; and then when janeway and chakotay get sick and get abandoned to have their housewife moments with the monkey and tuvok is ordered to leave them there and wrestles with it all episode before choosing to fuck that order and contact the vidiians for a cure for janeway and chakotays housewife illness.

i propose a third episode to complete the trilogy, one in which voyager finds a fuckin. idk. plasma cloud thats ... sunk partially into subspace. it doesn't matter. point is they find some fucked up space goop thats kind of unstable and if they blow it up just right it could propel voyager like 10k light years further home. they decide to send someone out in a shuttle to ignite the plasma cloud and then they'll try to pull them back out of the shuttle before the ship gets launched on the shockwave. but its real dangerous, the shuttle could be incinerated, or the pilot could be abandoned here if voyager can't beam them back before they get slingshotted.

its almost a tos immunity syndrome moment where janeway is forced to choose which of her officers and besties she's willing to very likely never see again. due to there being something with the plasma cloud is really hot, tuvok gets chosen bc of his vulcan heat resistance and he'd be able to stay conscious at more extreme temperatures which increases his chances of being able to successfully ignite the cloud and initiate a transport back.

but then! the plasma cloud starts to destabilize real bad on its own and voyager gets smacked really hard and janeway is thrown out of her seatbeltless chair and gets knocked unconscious and has to go to sickbay so now chakotays in charge. with the plasma cloud this much more unstable, the chances of tuvok surviving are basically impossible and chakotay's trying to talk him out of it, but tuvok insists on following through. chakotay ends up ordering him to quit the mission and tuvok ends up stealing a shuttle to do what he thinks janeway would want from him.

chakotay comms him in the shuttle like "tuvok what the fuck are you doing get back here" and he's like "i am following the captains orders. i am getting you home." bonus points if we get a needs of the many throwback here for extra pain. and chakotays like "and what's kathryn gonna think when she wakes up in sickbay and youre not here anymore" and tuvok is like "i would rather have her think fondly on my memory as a reliable friend, than look at me alive and know that my own emotional weakness failed her yet again" and chakotay tries to tractor the shuttle back but tuvok thwarts it or whatever

BUT THEN! janeway wakes up in sickbay! a little disoriented, she comms tuvok. she asks where he is, and can he come to sickbay she wants to talk to him. tuvok. tuvok?

and that's enough to cause him to stop what he's doing for a moment, and the plasma cloud is getting all hot and he's like 4 seconds away from melting but janeways on the comm asking for him and he can't make himself leave her like that and its enough time for chakotay to beam him back and he's got mad heat damage or whatever but he's Alive and they have to fly away real quick before the plasma cloud melts voyager too

and the episode closes on tuvok waking up in sickbay in a biobed next to janeway in her own biobed and she's been briefed on everything that happened and he like can't even look her in the eye because for the third time his own weakness over their friendship caused him to disobey her orders and he can't be trusted as an officer of this ship anymore and janeway's like. i trust you as an officer because i respect you as a friend. not the other way around. your performance on this ship will never be more important to me than the relationship we have built over decades. i know i have a hard time putting down the captains mantle sometimes but i would rather have you defy me than lose you forever.

and tuvok doesn't say anything bc he's still an emotionally constipated vulcan but he turns in the biobed to look at her and he's visibly torn up about this whole thing and janeway just reaches over and silently touches his shoulder and he just reaches up and touches the back of her hand touching him and the episode closes with a slow zoom out on them sharing this moment of friendship and knowing theyre going to be wrestling with this dynamic forever but that they truly are besties now and forever and they care about each other so much

2) a la tng "disaster" voyager is literally partitioned into sections that cannot contact each other by any means due to [spatial anomaly, alien intrusion force that puts the ship on lockdown, pathogen that accidentally become airborne forcing a hard quarantine until emh can get it out of the ventilation, etc]. At the time this occurs, tuvok and naomi wildman are in some weird, hardly ever used section of the ship as tuvok had been teaching her how to do a comprehensive intruder sweep as part of her captains assistant training (she'd been bugging janeway on the bridge and she pleaded for tuvok to get her. anywhere else. for several hours).

one of several pairs/groups the episode follows, tuvok and naomi are trapped in a truly forgotten and lonely corner of the ship and he is forced to enter dadvok mode to keep her calm and occupied until help can arrive. bonus points if naomi gets upset and begs for neelix and tuvok makes an offhand comment about getting annoyed by neelix and naomi thinks that's mean so tuvok is forced to come up with at least 3 genuine compliments about neelix and he does and its very touching.

3) Early seasons crime mystery episode where the telepaths on board (a few vulcans + a few betazed + kes) have been getting weird (not necessarily dangerous) impulsive thoughts. tuvok begins an investigation to try and figure out what's causing it. over the course of the episode, the harder tuvok works to logic out the causation the further away he seems to get. it's only after tuvok gets so frustrated he starts acting illogically that he makes any ground on the case and it turns out they were actually his own suppressed impulses getting amplified into other people's minds by xyz space anomaly. the episode closes on a rumination on tuvok's personal struggle with vulcan philosophy and on how its impossible to perfectly suppress everything and so you gotta know when to crack the floodgates a little bit and allow some choice emotion through; and how it can help you retain a sense of individuality and personhood amongst all these societal rules and all that

4) episode where tuvok and chakotay and maybe some other guys idk have been capture by aliens who are probing their memories and we actually get canon backstory on how tuvok infiltrated the maquis and what his role and relationships were like there and theres just a little bit of homoerotic tension between him and chakotay that is literally never mentioned again but we see them becoming like Really close in the maquis via memory and then watching that trust crumble in real time as they wake up with all the baggage fresh in their mind and know that tuvok was a traitor and then build it back up again as they have to escape together and they manage it and are reminded of the New trust forged as part of voyagers crew together

5) Bonus: tuvok b-plot in which he's trying perfect a meditation program on the holodeck but it keeps dropping him into other people's holoprograms which he has to play to completion (which means he has to get into their mindsets and mannerisms) so the holodeck will reset and he can keep working on his thing. literally like a speedrun of all the voyager holodeck eps that tuvok refused to take part in and now he's forced to .... Or Else

[sinfulcries]

another piss thing for you but with zhongli;

you two are half-brothers, and he despises you. thinks you’re too much of an arrogant little shit, yet he keeps his cool because he wants to appear as the better brother despite always asking for money (who knows what he does with it). you adore teasing him, telling him if he sucks your cock, you’ll give him some money. he thinks you’re joking—you’re usually not—and he declines, telling you that he would be beneath you if he ever accepted money from you.

then it happens. he can’t make anymore money—he is broke and barely getting by. luckily, you’re such a nurturing and caring older brother. you tell him what you usually tell him: “suck my dick and i’ll pay you.” this time—finally, after years of waiting, going behind his back and blackmailing people if they dared to hire your pathetic brother that you would end them—you finally heard him say yes. the great and noble zhongli would be sucking your cock for money—sucking your fat cock to survive in this wretched and cruel world.

you had a few other requests too and you grinned seeing him with the nipple clamps and the maid outfit that his nothing from your hungry gaze. you force him between your legs, smacking your cock on his forehead. “Open,” you order, groaning as your dick slides down his throat without any resistance. he has such a nice throat pussy and you couldn’t help but lose it, fucking his face as he gags, but he can’t move since you have him restrained; arms bound behind his back as all zhongli can do is let the tears run down his face, and he takes it.

“you dick-hungry whore. if you just wanted my cock, that’s all you had to ask for instead of acting all high and mighty,” you spat. you hated that about zhongli; how he acted like he was better than you—that he could do no wrong and you were nothing but filth, but the roles were reversed. see, you didn’t have to suck cock to survive—zhongli did. you were better than the favored child—then the oh-so blessed son.

he needs to be humiliated a tad bit.

you suffocate him on your cock, plugging his nose until he was trying to pull away, delighted that he is fading in and out of consciousness. when you let him breathe, you’re already stroking yourself off again. “lift your head, brother fucker. i didn’t say you were done,” you snap, threading your fingers in his hair before fucking his face again. sweat is glistening off your body as you bury your cock in zhongli’s throat, pressing his face against your pubes.

now, normally, this would be a bad time to announce you have to piss, if you weren’t a little daring, you were bold. you weren’t going to fuck that cute pussy without degrading him and showing zhongli who is the better brother.

you pull out, forcing zhongli to look up at you as you piss on him. disgust and fear settles on his face as he tried to pull away but you smirk, holding his pretty face in place. he is below you; he deserves this and so much more. his face in drenched in your piss as you laugh, mocking you as you slap his heated cheeks with your still erect cock.

“if only mom and dad could see you now. i wonder who they would favor more?”

FUCK NYX THIS IS SO HOT, IM TOUCHING MYSELF TO THIS EVERYDAY LIKE I CANT EVEN SAY ANYTHING IM SPEECHLESS AND HORNY

[kashimos-hajime]

no regrets (8/8) | r.b.

summary: For the first time, he thinks of a future he could have, and someone who loves him, and there’s something bright in his heart. Or, Reiner finally understands what peace is.

WARNINGS: MANGA SPOILERS!!! angst, mentions of violence, we get our happy ending :) pairing: reiner braun x fem!reader word count: 6.7k

a/n: welcome to the last chapter!! thank you so much for being on this journey with me. there are a few callbacks to previous chapters so see if you can catch ‘em all heheh 

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crossposted on ao3 x

Few months ago ymir asked if I could let her write one last letter to krista, and I did let her. I stood over her shoulder the whole time, watching her pen down all this sappy shit and I kept thinking about you the whole time, behind those walls. What you were doing, what you were thinking. Maybe if you thought about me. I dont know.

I’m starting to see the appeal of wrting what youre not strong enough to say to a persons face. I never thought Id find myself on the other end of this stick. for some reason, I thought that I could stop myself, resist the temptation, or maybe that I didnt feel for you as strong as I thought I did once I was away from you. I was wrong.

What do I even say? I mean shit, I can barely see, my limbs are barely in tact, and all of it—shiganshina, it haunts me, even though I cant really remember it that well. Half of it goes black and then I remember hearing your voice, I remember Bertholdt, I remember you screaming.

You couldve walked away. why didnt you walk away? It doesn’t make sens. Why did you think to cut me out? Why did you try to save me? Im trying to make it make sense inmy head. It’s not working.

Fuck I dont know what I was thinking when I asked for a paper and pen. Why am I asking you questions? Its not like ill ever understand. At this point, I think it’s pity thats letting Zeke let me waste ink on trying to write straight. He doesn’t know what im doing, but thats better this way. Better than sleeping—better than eating. I just wanna talk to you and this is as close as I can get. Its my own damn fault, but I dont care. 

I completed my mission. After this, im done. ill give up the rest of my term. I dont want any of that glory anymore. I dont want to be a hero. Im just done.

Fuck, my head hurts so much. I dont really know if what im saying is making sense. Im hoping you never read this.

im sorry. I wish I could explain it to you some day, but chances are, ill be dead soon. Whether for treason or because they need to pass on the Titan, and I wont be able to see you again. Which means youll never know how sorry I am. How much I

Thats okay. I dont think youd believe me now even if I did say anything.

I remember your dream to live by the lake with a bunch of kids. You know I started to wonder if youd mind if they were our kids, not just some orphans who needed a home. I’d imagine one of them with blond hair. Imagine them swimming in the lake.

Never told you that was my dream too. Never knew i could have a dream of my own, something only I wanted and not just something to further marleys damn agenda, til I knew you. Sounds stupid but its true.

I think youd like Marley, if we weren’t sworn enemies. Just want you here with me right now. make me sleep easier knowing you’re there when I wake up. 

Dont want secrets either. Fuck I miss you so bad. I feel s o tired all the time. 

I rember when i first saw you all could think about was how you were the most prettiest girl id ever seen. I don know if you know thats why I tried to distance myself. Knew I couldn’t get distracted from my mison. happened anyway. Wish I could tell you that. 

wish I could tell you I love you. Wish I could see the look on yur face when you try lobster for the first time. Youd love it. Not sweet, but tons of desserts here too.

Shit. And the ring on your finger. ill put a ring on your finger. I promised. i swear ill go home and buy a ring for the moment I see you again. Might not be pretty but will do the best I can.

Olnly wnat only wnat only want to see you again and beg for your forgiveness. Let you know if I had a choice, I wouldnt have done it. Would take it all back, nd stay. i wanted to stay, stay with you and the others. I used to want to spend the rest of my life in those walls, now I think im sick and tired of them dividing people who arent even that differnet.

My eyes are beginning to burn. Worse because the skin is sitll growing back. Fucking hell god I miss you. miss your smile more.

I know i dont deserve your forigvneess forgiveness. I want you to be angry with me. I deserve as much, and I cant ask you to, but 

With love,

Rienr

You fold the letter, eyes closing as your fingers trace where the ink bled, the old tear stains wrinkling the paper beyond measure. Some are older than others, and you trace over his name again, your eyes burning, your throat tight enough to suffocate.

You’re leaning against the wall as everyone disembarks. They had taken Eren off first, Hange and the others getting ready to depart for the city while Connie and Jean lift a covered stretcher too white for the vivacious girl that lays dead beneath it.

They pass you silently, and you catch sight of a certain captain approaching, his pale eyes nearly swallowed by the shadows haunting his face.

“Captain,” you say, straightening. Placing the letter back into the tin, you slide it back into your pocket as he folds a green jacket over his shoulder. You give him a nod.

“You made it out alive,” Levi observes. He stops beside you, eyes more focused on what’s ahead. No doubt he’s not looking forward to having to take Zeke to wherever he needs to go—somewhere far, far away from Eren. You cross your arms. 

“It’s good to see you, too, Levi,” you intone. Sighing, you step in beside him and look out at the Walls you can’t see in the distance, your entire body wrought with a strange fatigue that’s only sewn into muscles by adrenaline leaving the body. “I think I’m going to stay.” He tilts his head to you, eyes flickering to your face, and you mirror the shift, your arms tightening. “I can’t leave this unfinished. Not after Liberio.”

“The farm will have to be abandoned,” he points out. “The kids, too.”

“I’ll make sure I move them where someone can take care of them. Somewhere north, far away from the brothers,” you assure, although still, your heart begins to sink and you close your eyes, exhaling deeply. “I have to hope they understand.”

Levi only nods, and you open your eyes as he wordlessly takes the jacket off his arm and offers it to you. Grasping it wearily, you open your mouth to ask questions but he only sets off, back towards the cabin where Zeke is still being held, and you snap your jaws shut, looking down at the jacket.

When you unfold it, you swallow the hard rock in your throat at the blue and white slipping beween the folds of olive green before there’s a sharp whistle. Looking up, you see the carriages already beginning to load up, and you glance back at the door where the captain has disappeared through before jogging down the ramp.

You slither your arms through the sleeves and shuffle the fabric along your frame as something thumps against your thigh, and you frown, reaching down into your pocket and coming into contact with something smooth and hard.

Withdrawing, your lips part at the green bolo tie gleaming in the lights of the port and you, without another thought, pull it over your head, letting it fall against your breastbone. 

“For your services to the Survey Corps.”

There’s no time to second-guess now. No time to debate.

“Good to have you back,” Hange murmurs as you walk towards the carriage taking Mikasa, Armin, and the others back to the city. You tug the lapels of the jacket tighter around yourself and flash them a weak smile. 

The Wings of Freedom on your arm feel like a brand, and it prickles your skin as you climb in after them.

.

Distantly, he remembers flashes. 

Eren reaching forward for Zeke, the exhaustion ripping him every which way, the sound of ODM gear whizzing in his ears as he tries to make sense of the punctured sensation in his armour.

How he had softened his nape, intending to die then. At least, let his death have some meaning, he had thought. Let him make one last effort to repent for everything he did to Paradis, and to his friends who’d been more family than his own mother.

He slips in an out of consciousness for the next few days. He doesn’t know what is up, what is down, but he does recognize his surroundings blearily, the way his head spinning somehow slowing when he presses his temple to the wooden floor.

How can he almost hear your voice in the echoes of the panels, countered by someone who almost sounds like Annie before he drifts off again.

When Reiner finally regains consciousness again, he wakes to someone crouched down in front of him. Jerking up, he lets out a sound before a palm slaps over his mouth and your face is shoved against his own.

“Shut it,” you whisper fiercely. “It’s just me.”

Your name muffled by your own hand, his eyes begin to burn and you lift your palm away as he sits up and you draw back. You’re dressed in clothes that look like they’ve seen better days but you’re relatively uninjured as you pull back. New lines adorn your face—one of the many prices of their damned war—and you only look exhausted. 

Sitting up, Reiner’s whole body groans as he leans against the wall, but he can’t tear his eyes away from you. Your hands are hovering around his body like you’re scared he’ll collapse and there’s a fracture in your mask.

Something gleams on your finger and his eyes flit to it, his heart lurching when he realizes what it is.

The ring. You’re wearing it. You…

For a moment, a glimmer of their teenage selves shine through and he wants to reach for it—touch it so he can remember what it’s like to be happy. He thinks it’s an awful like now; the swelling of his heart so big he can’t breathe; the way his lungs are static in his chest; how he can’t say anything because there are so many words that want to come out first.

“You’re here. You’re alive,” he finally settles on raspily. Your eyes glint with a youthful pain as you nod.

“So are you.” 

And he doesn’t know who moves first—you or him. Nothing is forgiven as their bodies crash in an embrace that lacks grace, but they cling onto another like the world is ending and they’re the only ones left standing. 

Maybe they are.

He buries his face in your neck, and your arms are so tight around him your fingers dig into his shoulders as your body melts against his and his skeleton sags in his own body.

“I’m sorry,” he whispers against your skin, eyes fluttering shut. “I‘m sorry.” A hand against your neck and an arm around your waist, he wraps his legs around your own and traps you against him. You seem to only sink into him even more.

Is that enough? I don’t want you to hate me.

You suck in a breath, and then it comes out shuddering. “You can spend the rest of what life you have left repenting for making me fall in love with a man who was always supposed to die.”

Softly, in his mind, your voice cools the searing heat of hatred inside him. It’s enough. It has to be.

“I’m sorry,” he says again. It’s like they’re the only words he knows. He can’t remember ever meaning it this much. For him dying, for making you love him, for ever coming to Paradis. For loving you. For loving you. “I’m so sorry.”

“I know. I know.” Your face turns to press against his own. Your lips brush against his jaw and his eyes slide shut, tears rolling down his face. “I read every single one of your letters.” Drawing back, you cup his face in his hands and your fingers smear his tears all over his cheeks as his palm rests against your neck. Thumb stretching up to touch your chin, he feels sobs shuddering in his throat at seeing you again—looking at him almost like you used to. “I can’t begin to understand, but I know you are. And I know you love me.”

Choking, he gasps, “You should hate me.”

“Yeah. Yeah, I should.” You’re crying, too, voice thick, tears stubborn on your cheeks as you give him a watery smile. “I should hate Marley, too. But it’s beautiful there. The water by the sea… I want to be there with you next time. We need to go together, before you leave me alone, okay?”

Reiner doesn’t quite hear you. He hears Marley, and beautiful, and he’s never noticed how beautiful you are when you cry, but right now, it’s the simplest truth he knows. 

“Okay.”

When you tilt his chin up and kiss him softly, something inside him explodes from the gentleness that makes him want to crack in the palm of your hands. It sears him from the inside out, makes him grab onto you like you’ll disappear—this is another dream, isn’t it? 

It has to be. 

You can’t be kissing him again after four years. He doesn’t deserve it. You’re an illusion, something his mind made up to deal with the pain. He’s finally cracked for good, just like Bertholdt said he would, and he’s the devil, not you.

But then you pull away just for a moment to smile, eyes barely open as you look at him with a sad tenderness that wraps him in an invisible embrace, and he is faced with the heart-wrenching reality. 

The sky is falling, you are holding him tightly again, and they’ve lost their years. But you’re here. With him. 

He knows that this isn’t a dream as he feels the coolness of the silver band on your finger and the heaviness in how he knows he hasn’t repented a damn thing. 

Why him?

As you run your hand through his hair, you press their foreheads together.

“And I do want a family with you, by the water if you’d like,” you murmur fleetingly against his mouth and his eyes widen, cheeks burning, entire face crumbling as he turns his face in to your shoulder, crushing you in another brace. Sobbing into your neck, his fingers dig into your shoulders, wrap tight around your waist, squeeze you so close he isn’t sure where you end and he begins and your lips brush the shell of his ear. “Reiner, say it.”

“Please,” he whispers thickly into your skin, and you cradle the back of his head with a hand. He’s nothing more than shambles. “Please, don’t go.”

“I’m not letting you out of my sight again,” you promise. His breath is hot against his own face as you pull his head back and cradle his face again, thumbs brushing away the tears from his red face. “Just a bit more. A bit more and then it’ll be all over, you know?”

And he understands, then, what you want from him. Struggling for breath, for his lungs to stop seizing in his aching chest, he cups your face that turns into his palm on instinct, your face wet with your own tears as, for a moment, they try to pretend this isn’t where they really are.

Like they’re still in that afternoon in Trost, a thousand years ago, with the kids flipping coins into the water fountain and a cream bun between them. Like they’re under the tree, apple juice on your wrist and his lips on yours.

Like it’s those trips to the city, the walks on the Walls. Honey is dripping down your chin and he’s pretending he doesn’t want to kiss you, or there’s grease smeared on his forehead, and you’re reaching up to wipe it off his skin.

Like a thousand moments all at once, and he nods to himself as you brush your hand over his temple. The world outside is startlingly quiet, as if the universe itself stopped everything itself to watch this moment, and Reiner takes a breath that bruises his sternum before he’s holding your left hand where that ring still sits.

And slowly, he pulls it off, whispering as firmly as he can. He’s sure he fails—he’s shaking all over from your presence alone.

“When this is over, I’ll put that ring back on your finger. I promise.”

The smile that splits your face is dazzling. It’s the smile he’s missed since the day he left it.

“We have a lot of things to work out, Reiner Braun.”

And your fingers barely brush his jaw before you’re leaning to press a sweet kiss against his mouth. It’s sugary on his tongue, like honey and apple slices.

.

Your back is warmer when you’re pressed up against Reiner’s. The ship is quiet, and their pinkies are just barely hooked on oen another’s as you stare blankly at the empty space between Connie’s boots. You don’t speak, and Reiner’s gaze is only on you. He can’t look at anything else now that you’re back by his side again.

There’s a cut on your cheek from the fight just half an hour ago, and there’s dried blood along your hands where your knuckles had split open, but everyone seems too exhausted to clean themselves up. 

Reiner himself has a blanket pulled over his shoulders, and he sighs, slouching in his own sack of flesh.

Your head tilts towards him, enough that your temple presses against his cheek. His eyes close and he leans into your touch. Not a word passes by, but their hold on each other’s hands tightens. And Reiner thinks. 

For the first time, he thinks of a future he could have, and someone who loves him, and there’s something bright in his heart. Something that hasn’t burned since he left Marley as a child.

Reiner thinks he doesn’t want to die anymore. He doesn’t want to miss you for another moment.

.

Raising from the steam, you groan, your hands searing from the inside out as you touch your face where you swore every inch of your skin had been stretched, but nothing seems out of sorts as you glance around. Everywhere, all your friends who had turned just as you had are in various states of disoriented. The air is still hissing, crackled with surprised screams and shouts of names as people look for one another across the field. 

It smells like cooked meat and burnt hair, a none-to-pleasant mixture that turns your stomach.

Getting to your feet, you wipe at your face, trying to ignore the weird feeling underneath your nails and the ache seizing your muscles. Trying to ignore the remnants of Eren lingering like a ghost that won’t really leave you alone. You shiver, and a strange cold sweat takes over your body.

He had taken you to the sea, except it wasn’t the shore you were familiar with. There was a cabin nearby, with blonde children running, chasing after one another and a man with golden hair standing on the porch, firewood in his arms as he calls out silently. Or maybe you had been standing too far to hear.

“Eren… where are we?”

“Wherever you think you are,” he had said. “I just brought you where you wanted to be.”

A voice, quiet as a memory, catches your attention. “Here let me help.” A soft wind blows throw the mist, cooling your scorching face as you feel a presence stand behind you.

“Oh, thank you.” You look over your shoulder to see a tall boy, and your heart stops. Mouth dropping open, you stare at his foggy image, but he only smiles fully, a smile so tender it reaches every corner of you as you stumble forward, fingers stretching for him. “Bertholdt!”

His smile grows only that much more, eyes squinting a bit and a flash of teeth before he’s looking at your hand that passes through his chest. All at once, all the hope built up in your chest crumbles, and your hand snaps back, trembling just before him. He lays a hand over your own and your eyes begin to burn, tears slipping down your cheeks.

And then, softly, you barely whisper, “I miss you.”

Bertholdt’s smile merely grows, as if to say everything he couldn’t say before. As if to show he’s at peace now—that your last memory together isn’t every part of him, and your lips press together, trying to stop yourself from shaking.

 Shadows form in the fog, and together, the two look as a freckled boy and another girl steps out of the mist a distance away, beaming like the sun. Connie and Jean stagger to their feet just behind you, and your heart lurches into your throat when you recognize them.

“Marco! Sasha!”

Someone calls your name and you turn around just as arms scoop you up and you let out a surprised noise before settling into Reiner’s arms. Looking over your shoulder to look at Bertholdt, your heart only sinks.

He smiles and Reiner lets out a sharp breath beside you, settling you down. “Bertholdt…” More shapes emerge. A shorter boy accompanied by another taller one, both alike in their features. You recognize one as the Jaw Titan holder before Falco, but the other—

“Marcel!” Reiner chokes out the name, hand stretching out to the fog, but the boy merely tilts his head and waves.

Closing your eyes, hot tears streak over your cooling flesh as you fling your arms around Reiner again and press your face into his neck. He cradles the back of your head, and he feels… somehow weaker, but still, there is that impassable strength in his core that wraps around you as he watches over your shoulder, still clinging on despite your clothes hot enough to burn.

I’m alive, I’m alive, I’m alive, I’m alive. It’s the only thought in your head. Your last clear memory had truly been the others taking flight, and the pain that had ripped apart your body before sewing it back together again in unjust proportions. Your limbs had been too big, your blood racing too warmly through your head as your legs pumped but your brain screamed to stop. 

Your fingers had sank into Reiner’s legs to pull him down and you had watched—watched Jean take a bite out of him—

You shiver and Reiner’s arms tighten around you instinctively, constricting enough to let you know that his attention isn’t on you quite yet.

Boots shifting on the ground tentatively, your knees feel gummy as you draw back long enough to look at him. He still looks over your shoulder, and you follow his gaze to watch the mist retreat. Bertholdt and the other two boys fall into a pool of fog, and your lips part in a farewell, but it’s already too late.

He’s gone.

A wind sweeps through the battlefield, tickling your sweating neck and cooling your boiling blood.

“Hey,” a soft voice croaks.

Their eyes meet in tandem. He regards you softly, like you are the reason the sun rises and the stars hang at the sky. Overwhelmed, you can only cup the back of his neck and pull him into a deep kiss. Your other hand along his jaw, it takes all you can not to pull him into a bone-crushing embrace that’ll send them both to the ground.

“I’m sorry. I’m so sorry,” you whisper hushedly against his mouth, throat swelling as he lets out a soft noise of surprise as you pull him into another tight hug. You don’t care that you’re crushing him, just that his heart is pounding against your own chest. “I couldn’t stop myself. I’m so sorry.” 

His eyes widening, he wraps his hands around your wrists and pulling you back just enough to kiss your fingers that crumple against his mouth. Clasping one of his hands in both of your own, you close your eyes and he uses his free fingers to brush the tears off your cheek before reaching into some dented tin you don’t recognize.

Eyebrows furrowing, you feel the heat leave your entire body, sapping your energy too, and your eyes snap to Reiner who steps back, cracking it open and presenting it to you. 

“You’re not the one who has to be sorry. I don’t think I’m the Armoured Titan anymore,” he whispers. “I don’t know if I get the rest of my life back, but either way, I want to spend the rest of it repenting to you in any way I can, if you’ll allow me to.” A weak smile. “Truth.”

Your throat closes up, and you stare down at the ring so protected, gleaming despite the destruction around them. It looks almost out of place amongst the grime smearing your skin, the sweat drenching their skin, the smell of blood and metal clinging to their clothes, but Reiner only watches you with a tenderness you can barely meet. It’s so overtly overflowing with devotion that your heart is resting on your tongue, seizing control of everything. 

You barely nod, chewing on your lip, trying not to cry even harder as his eyebrows rise in relief and he lets out a long sigh.

He lifts the ring out of the tin, snapping it closed before sliding the band back home onto your finger and all at once, everything floods you. The exhaustion, the pain, the hunger, thirst, grief wrapping around your bones and chaining you to the ground.

It’s over.

The minute he put the ring on your finger, it would mean it was over. No more blood, no more fighting.

Just like he promised.

You barely croak out his name before you fall to your knees. You trust him to catch you, and he does.

[THREE YEARS LATER]

Just after the Rumbling had stopped, you had gone back to Paradis alone and came back with three children to a man who was still uncertain in a world that was changing. 

Since then, you’ve learned so much about the world, about yourself, about Reiner. 

How he’s seized by night terrors even now, just like you, and how one thing that soothes it is going out for a walk while the sun still simmers below the horizon, the sky a dark navy blue spliced with orange rays. The intricate details like him making a point to tie his own tie because his father never taught him how or the way he has to chug his coffee so he has enough energy to get through the day.

And some days are horrible, haunting, but now, it is far outweighed by the good. He teaches Xav how to dress smart, takes the girls out shopping. Sometimes, he’s spotted around Liberio with a flame-haired boy riding his shoulders, you trailing behind hiding a smile behind some ice-cream.

Different nations, foods, cultures surround you now—citizens of countries coming to settle down roots, spread cuisine to Marley. The idea before, of humans so different than you but still similar at the root of it all, existing, still blows your mind. The technologies that you had never seen before, languages you’d never heard, sights you’d never seen, had all swarmed you as you stepped into a new world with him.

But there is always one thing you’ll come back to.

Leaning against the railing in the port city Reiner told you was the harbour he had left twelve years ago, and returned to seven years ago, you watch the clouds travel in slow drags across the pale blue canvas hung high above your head. The water spans for as far as you can see, glimmering under the sun and gorgeous enough to take your breath away. You pull at your coat across your chest absently, ignoring the tender growl of your stomach. 

Breathing in the salty wind, you feel your chest expand at the litle fishing boats a little ways out.

Reiner was right. You don’t get sick of the sea. You never will—not of this much water. You still remember the first time you had swam in it, the salt-water making your hair crisp, the cold sweat forming on your your sun-warmed skin.

You feel a hand on your shoulder. Looking up, you spot blonde hair and warm eyes and smile. Your heart flutters a bit. You shift on your feet.

“Hey.”

“Hey.” Reiner leans down beside you, and you clasp your hands, letting the sea wind curl against your neck. Reaching to slip his hand in between yours, he sighs and you lean against his shoulder, glancing at their pile of interlaced fingers. “Are you okay?”

“Of course,” you whisper, although even still, you can feel a numbing at your fingertips. You remember what it was like to be a Titan, even now. The sensations haunt you—flashes of your own mutated body, the grotesque meat of your hands sinking into the ankles of the man beside you, the bloodcurdling roar spilling out of your throat.

Glancing at their fingers, you watch the flashes of silver of the rings play in the sunlight, your band now having a matching counterpart on his own hand. You grasp his hands tightly, bringing them up to your lips and his own grip tightens when you dust a kiss gently along his scarred knuckles.

“No,” you finally say at length. “I’m not okay. Going back to Paradis makes me nervous as hell, but we’ll manage.” He nods slowly, and you let go of his hands to wrap your arms around his neck. His own encircle your waist, pulling you flush against him and your eyes close at the familiar warmth—a warmth you’ve woken up next to most days for the past three years. 

“Have you eaten yet?” he murmurs, and your fingers play with the soft edges teasing at your pads as his nose presses against your cheek. Your eyes flutter at the soft heat emanating from his skin, and you shake your head, melting against him. With one arm still around you, he slants his body away from just enough to pull a bag out of his pocket and it crinkles as he hands it to you. Taking it, you frown and look inside.

A cream bun. You can’t help the crumbling in your expression and Reiner holds your face in his hands carefully, kissing the corner of your mouth.

“Let’s stay positive,” he whispers. “We don’t know the situation until we get there and Historia briefs us.”

“I know,” you whisper and his entire expression eases at your words. His eyes gaze at you as if you’re the sole centre of his universe, and he cups your jaw more insistently, pulling you in for a gentle kiss, one you ease into, your eyes fluttering shut as his tongue traces the seam of your mouth. Laughing, you feel his little nose scrunch and your heart bounds up into your throat as he pulls back only to kiss you again, softer this time.

“Get a room!” A sharp female voice ruins their moment and you pull back just enough to see a red-headed boy running towards them and Reiner crouches down just in time to scoop Xavier up.

“When are you getting married?” he demands. “I was promised cake when you guys got married.”

“I dunno. When you move out of the house I guess,” you tease and Xavier pouts, rubbing at the side of his nose with the heel of his palm.

“Besides, you got cake for your seventh birthday, buddy,” Reiner groans as the boy twists in his arms. “You’re getting heavy. What are you feeding him?” he adds, smiling roguishly at you and you roll your eyes as Alina and Anya approach, sun hats protecting them from the glaring sun. Alina, grocery bags in hand, waves. Anya, who’d been the one to shout, tucks her coin purse back into her bag before flashing you a great big smile.

Only fifteen and seventeen. You can barely recall what it’s like being that young anymore, but you’re grateful they didn’t spend it the way you did. They get to know beauty, and no limits at all. The former comes naturally, the latter is partially because Reiner spoils them rotten.

Alina picks a flower with velvety purple petals from a bouquet she cradles in her arm, extending it to you.

“For good luck,” she says. “And protection.” Your heart melts at her words and you pause for a moment, looking from the gorgeous bloom to Reiner, occupied with the boy in his arms making silly faces at him. Then, without another moment, you sneak the flower behind his ear and he reaches up immediately to hold it against his head, turning to you in surprise. 

“To protect the both of us,” you explain.

“Thank you. I’ll be extra careful now.” He looks at the girls, setting his free hand on Alina’s head heavily and she flushes, smiling grandly. “You three behave while we’re gone, alright?”

You nod. “Listen to Levi.” 

“And listen to your sister,” Reiner adds to Alina and Xavier. The former rolls her eyes, the latter sticks out his tongue. “I’ll miss you.”

This is their home—their family that tumbles together into a huge hug, and you can’t help but stand back, watching how they all seem to merge into one unit, unaware of where one part of their reach ends and another begins.

As Reiner pulls you into the hug, your heart soars through your body, effortlessly pounding in your throat and in your fingers and everywhere at once. Liquid heat pools everywhere as Xavier screws up his face when you kiss his cheek, the same way Reiner does after he’s eaten something sour.

And maybe it’s a bit different, or a bit broken, the shards of their bloody history still poking at their heels whenever they think you’ve forgotten them, and it’s most definitely not perfect, but you would rather have it like this then anything else.

“Hey, guys!” Breaking apart, the family look over to see Armin, Annie, and Pieck walking over. Gabi and Falco meander a little bit behind, pushing Levi in his wheelchair, and Jean and Connie are running not far behind them, shouting at one another. You stifle a laugh and Xavier shimmies out of Reiner’s hold to run towards them. The girls follow after him, trying to hold back their runs but the closer they get, you can tell the more frantic they are to say goodbye.

So this is what they’ve made a peace. Something, you hope, is good.

Annie bypasses them quickly, making her way over to you and you survey her face as Reiner squeezes your shoulder, walking over to their friends. Her blue eyes are fixed on your face, and you feel your lips curving into a smile as she shoves her hands in her pockets. Her hair is swaying in the wind, gleaming flaxen, and you remind yourself, not for the first time, that Armin and Annie’s kids, if they ever decide they want them, will be gorgeous.

Hope for the future, and all that.

She stops in front of you, tucking a strand behind her ear.

“So,” she says at length, “we’re going back to Paradis. I’m surprised you decided to come with us. You don’t owe any of us anything.”

“I know. But… you’re my best friend. You do the talking, I fly the getaway plane, right?”

“Yeah. There used to be a time when it probably would’ve been the opposite.”

You nod, and they stand in silence for a moment, watching each other. Two women who should not have been friends, but were against all odds. You don’t think you would be here today if it weren’t for Annie.

Your heart lurches and you take a step forward just as she does, her mouth open to say something. You throw your arms around her and she lets out a noise in surprise as you close your eyes. Arms coming underneath yours, her hands dig into your shoulders and you smile against soft hair as she sighs, easing into your hug.

“Finally working together on an actual assignment,” you mumble and her head tilts as her small frame shifts, a hand patting you on the back as a sign for you to back up. “Just like we always said we would.” 

Bluntly: “Just don’t do anything stupid.”

“You, too.” Pulling back, the two look at one another for another soft moment before you remember the bag in your hand and you shift the bun up in the bag, extending it towards her. “Want some?” Her eyebrows rise in faint delight, before she’s reaching over, pinching and tearing a piece off. 

You grin and do the same and you gesture for her to come stand by the rails with you, stuffing the bag into your coat pocket. Leaning against the warm metal again, you hear a seagull call. The plane you’ll be flying to Paradis floats on the water, the technicians giving it the final check before you take off.

If anything goes wrong while you help prepare and oversee accommodations for the rest of the ambassador group, you’ll remember to fire the black signal flare, but you trust Historia. You trust your friends.

You glance over at them, all laughing, and you notice that the flower has gone from Reiner to Pieck, who’s taking it out of her dark hair to tuck it into Jean’s, and his cheeks redden as he brushes it more securely behind his ear.

Annie catches your attention again, pointing out idly that they’ll have to separate soon when they finish with the plane, and you tell her to just wait a couple minutes more as Reiner catches your gaze. Setting Xav, who has somehow wormed his way back into his arms, down, he walks back over to you, and his hand trails purposefully over your back before resting at the nape of your neck, a reassuring weight on your body.

“You guys okay?”

“We’re fine,” Annie replies. “You have a clingy boyfriend,” she tells you. 

“I think it’s charming.”

She rolls her eyes. Reiner smiles, and you pat the railing beside you—silent invitation. He leans in on your other side, clasping his hands and watching the fishermen pull themselves to shore, singing a tune to each other—one familiar to all three of them and one that you wish you could get out of your head. 

“Soon may the Wellerman come…”

A faint breeze tickling at your fingertips as a sharp call for embarkment splits the harbour, you simply sigh and look over at Reiner. “I just want these last few moments to last.” His eyes meet yours, and he leans forward to press a kiss between your eyes. Annie lets out a soft noise of disgust and you bump your hip against her as Reiner pulls back.

Closing your eyes and lifting your head to the wind, you can almost imagine the one person missing standing on the other side of Annie, dark hair like spun, stained bronze and eyes like warm chocolate. He’d smile and tell them not to worry in that sincere way of his that makes you believe every word he says—as long as they were careful, they wouldn’t walk into any traps.

Your chest aches, and your lips tug into a heart-wrenching smile as you begin to sing along. Reiner slips a hand in between yours, pressing his temple against your head and you loop your other arm through Annie’s.

She rests her head on your shoulder, listening to your voice, eyes on the sailors bringing in their haul below them. Reiner hums the shanty softly, distractedly, eyes cast across the sea.

You tilt your head up to the sky, at the stars you cannot see but will join one day, and smile.

[ifmywishescametrue]

i don't know if you're still taking prompts (so please ignore this if you aren't) but i cant stop thinking about your recent buckytony fic (and how much i love breaking up and making up as a trope) - so i was wondering if you'd be up for doing smth else w that trope for buckytony?? maybe they re-unite at a mutual friend's wedding?? and it brings up emotions about their almost wedding?? idk i just really love breaking up and making up as a trope and i really love your writing :))

thank you!! I'm very much up for doing another buckytony break up/make up, plus you deserve nice things for finishing law school - congrats on that!🎉🎉hope you like this one 😊

There's a ring on Bucky's finger.

It's the first thing Tony notices when he walks into the bar for Natasha and Sharon's joint bachelorette party. He stands there in the doorway, frozen and staring until someone clears their throat pointedly behind him, and he mumbles an apology as he moves out of the way.

He thinks about turning around and not coming back, just ditching the event entirely and maybe even the wedding tomorrow, but he tosses the ridiculous thought the second it comes. He promised Sharon when she asked him to be her man of honor that he could handle Bucky being Nat's. Living on the other side of the country afforded him to miss the rest of the events and planning along the way, and he could deal with one day of being cordial to his ex, even if the day comes with walking down an aisle together.

But now there's a ring on Bucky's finger.

The silver catches the light, and it's on prominent display with his left hand wrapped around a beer bottle. It shouldn't be possible for him to have moved on that quickly. Eight months shouldn't be long enough to bury three years of memories. Three years of hopes and dreams and plans for a future built together. Years of love so blindingly intense that it burrowed into Tony's soul to make a home and refused to be evicted just because it was supposed to be over.

Tony wonders what the timeline is. Did he find someone new while Tony was still just beginning to pick up his own scattered pieces? A first date for him while Tony was barely getting out of bed. When was it that he replaced Tony as the last person to have his heart? And how did he find forever in someone else so soon after losing the one he used to call his soulmate?

Natasha notices him first, still hovering near the entrance, and she raises a single eyebrow that calls him a coward. He rolls his eyes at the accusation, though it's accurate. She elbows Sharon to catch her attention, and before he knows it the entire small group is turning their heads his way, giving him no choice but to join them.

It's less bachelorette party and more pre-wedding celebration with the crowd they've gathered, all mutual friends of both brides with no regards for gender traditions that usually come with this night. Tony used to fit in well with them all, back when gatherings like this were just a typical Friday night. But he made himself an outsider between the move to California and the breakup with Bucky. All he has now with most of them is a dead group chat that hasn't been used in months. He wonders which one of them made the new one without him in it.

Sharon is the first to pull him into a hug, then Natasha follows suit. He gets a nod from Sam, a wave from Clint, and what might pass as a smile from Steve. Bucky stares so intensely that Tony can feel his eyes with his back turned, but when Tony looks his way, he pretends to be interested in the floor.

He had a plan before the ring threw him off. Step one should have been the entrance. Head held high, shoulders square, perfect outfit that shows everything off and compliments the Malibu tan he has now. Step two should be nonchalance. A light hearted greeting to everyone, accompanied by an easy grin and relaxed body language, and catching up with subtle brags slipped in. Show them all that he's doing better than he ever was, sitting on top of the world these days, even if most of the time it feels like he's barely above rock bottom.

Step three in his ideal scenario involved Bucky breaking down and begging to get him back. Some versions even had him on his knees for it, with tears running down his face. Others required it to be raining outside, and the cloudless sky ruined that before the ring on Bucky's finger did.

With steps one and three out the window, he tries to salvage step two.

“Hey,” Tony starts, a little too loud. He swallows the lump in his throat and tries again, “Hey, Bucky. It's good to see you.”

Bucky nods, a strained, jerky motion. “Yeah, you too. How, uh, how have you been?”

“Good. Really good, actually. Company just had its highest sales quarter yet, so it’s been a little crazy around there, but good.”

“Good,” Bucky repeats, and there’s a long awkward pause.

“And what about you?” Tony asks, and then because he can’t help himself, he adds, “I see you got engaged. Or, hell, I guess it could be married, even.”

Bucky freezes with parted lips and wide eyes for the briefest of moments, like he wasn’t expecting Tony to know about it or bring it up, and his eyes shift to the ring on his hand and stay there.

“Yeah,” he says slowly. “Engaged. Last week.”

Tony ignores the ache in his chest and plasters on a smile like he’s happy for him. “Congratulations. Who’s the lucky guy?”

“Oh, you wouldn’t know him. Steve introduced us. They work together.”

“So he’s at the museum then? I thought you used to say that you hated all those stuffy guys and Steve was the only one worth knowing.”

Bucky smiles, a fond thing that widens the crack in Tony’s heart. “Yeah, well, I guess I was wrong. Felix is a great guy.”

Tony resists the urge to roll his eyes. Stupid name that probably matches a stupid, punchable face.

Some masochist thing pulls at him to make him keep digging for more information, a twisted need to know even as each word pushes the knife in deeper. He aims for casual, leaning back against one of the high top tables as he asks, “So how long have you been together?”

“Just a couple of months. Kind of fast, I know, but when you’re sure about something, it doesn’t really matter, right? Why waste time waiting?”

“Right, of course,” Tony says, a little flatter than he intends. “So why isn’t he here tonight? Hope it wasn’t to spare my feelings, because it’s really not necessary.”

Bucky falters, “It’s not? You, uh, you’re dating someone, then?”

Tony nods, and he wishes he had grabbed a drink before this so he could hide behind it as he lies through his teeth. “Only a few weeks, though. A little too early to be a wedding date, but I’m sure your guy will be there tomorrow right?”

“Oh, um, yeah, definitely. Why wouldn’t he be, right? There’s no reason I can think of,” Bucky says, stumbling around it. “But tell me more about your thing. Your person. How’s that going?”

Tony shrugs, and he finally pulls off that easy smile he’s been trying for. “Well, it’s not get engaged in a couple of months good, but it’s been really great. We’re taking it slow. Trying not to rush anything and just get to know each other first. I think it could really be something, though.”

“That’s good,” Bucky mumbles. “You deserve something good.”

He isn’t meeting Tony’s eyes anymore, almost like he’s upset that Tony moved on, and the vindictive part of Tony wants to be happy about it, but another part wants to be angry because it isn’t fair. It’s not fair to act like Tony should stay stuck in time, forever longing for him when he already moved on with someone else first. It’s hypocritical and selfish, even if Tony is lying about there being anyone else.

“Well, I’m gonna go get a drink,” Tony says, pushing down every feeling. “Should catch up with everyone else, too, while I’m at it. I’ll talk to you later.”

He heads over to the bar and isn’t surprised when Sharon joins him a moment later, right after he orders a double shot of whiskey. She puts an arm around his shoulder and asks, “Are you okay?”

“Why wouldn’t I be?” Tony laughs, running a hand through his hair. “My ex is engaged to somebody else and apparently doing really fucking well. Meanwhile, I’m making up fake boyfriends that I’m taking it slow with, because last week I went on my first real date in eight months and cried in the bathroom in the middle of it. And then, at the end of the night, he literally told me to my face that he didn’t think a second date was a good idea. We weren’t even talking about it, Sharon. He said it unprompted when we were still ten minutes from his apartment, and I was driving.”

Sharon nods slowly as she processes the rant. “He told you he got engaged?”

“Yeah, thanks for not telling me, by the way. It was really fun to get blindsided by it.”

She ignores the complaint to ask, “What else did he tell you, exactly?”

“Oh, just the whole line about how you know when you know, and Felix is such a great guy, and all that bullshit.”

“Felix,” Sharon repeats.

Tony knocks back the rest of his drink and orders another. “Please tell me he’s not better looking than me. Tell me it’s a downgrade. Don’t lie, because I know I have to meet him tomorrow, but please give me something that will make this better.”

“Well, I can guarantee he’s not as attractive as you. But he’s a little too perfect, you know? Like how could this guy possibly be real, he’s so unbelievably perfect,” Sharon says.

“I told you to make me feel better, not worse.”

Sharon shakes her head with a smile, the arm around him tightening into an approximation of hug. “I wouldn’t worry about it too much. I don’t think they’re going to last. He’s kind of flaky, too. Always cancelling at the last minute and all that. Bet he won’t even show tomorrow.”

The amusement on her face that she’s failing to hide confuses him. He’s starting to feel bad, though, for making the night about him when it should be about her and Nat.

Resolving not to dwell on it anymore, he squeezes the hand on his shoulder and says, “Alright, enough sad drinking, and definitely enough about me. We’re celebrating you and Nat and a lifetime of sickeningly wonderful happiness for both of you.”

Sharon grins, “Hell yeah, we are.”

“Shots?”

“Is that even a question?”

_____________

He wakes up with a headache and hazy memories. Shots of tequila that turned into shots of vodka when Nat got involved, then Clint’s terrible suggestion to try a shot of every liquor they had to offer. He vaguely remembers the round of toasts and drunken impromptu speeches from everyone, locking eyes with Bucky and failing to look away on both their parts. There’s a blur of wandering hands and heated, messy kisses. A bathroom stall turned into a cab ride which turned into his hotel room. He knows what he’ll find next to him when he opens his eyes, and guilt comes in full force.

“I know you’re awake,” Bucky says, voice still rough with sleep. It used to be Tony’s favorite sound in the world. “And I know we’re both sorry about what happened, but pretending to be asleep isn’t fixing nothin’.”

Tony shifts over to his back, and if there was any question before about what happened between them, the all too familiar ache in his body would answer it. He stares up at the ceiling to avoid the acres of bare skin on display next to him.

“You should probably leave,” Tony says to the walls. “I’m sure your fiancé is wondering where you are.”

“I doubt it.”

Tony puts an arm over his eyes, partly to block out the light that makes them ache and partly to hide his face. “Just go, okay? It was a mistake, and it won’t happen again, and we don’t have to talk about it.”

“Was it a mistake?” Bucky asks. “It didn’t feel like one to me.”

He doesn’t answer, and it’s soft and broken when Bucky says his name. Too much for him to handle.

Tony pushes back the blankets and searches for Bucky’s clothes in the mess they’ve made. He finds the shirt first and throws it at him. “You’re engaged, which means it was a mistake.”

His boxers are on the back of the couch, jeans right in front of the door, and they join the pile on Bucky’s lap. “You promised the rest of your life to somebody else, and I’m pretty sure fidelity is supposed to go with that.”

He tosses a shoe in the general direction of the bed, and it hits the nightstand with a loud thud. The second shoe is still in his hand when Bucky gets up and walks over to him, taking it and letting it drop to the floor.

His eyes hold a level of intensity that Tony has spent months dreaming about, and Tony couldn’t look away or move from this spot even if he tried.

“Felix isn’t real,” Bucky says. “I made him up when you asked, because I didn’t want to tell you the truth that I haven’t moved on in the slightest. That I’m so pathetic that I’ve spent the last eight months wearing an engagement ring that I bought for a guy who doesn’t love me anymore because I don’t know how to let him go.”

Tony stops breathing. “What?”

Bucky slides the ring from his finger, holding it between them so Tony can see the inscription. Always yours. He can’t remember the last time he heard the words get spoken.

“When?” Tony asks hoarsely. “When did you get that and why didn’t you ever ask me?”

“About a year ago,” Bucky says, slipping it back on his own finger. He sits back on the edge of the bed and stares down at it, twisting it around. “I thought about doing it on your birthday, but Nat and Sharon had just gotten engaged the week before and I didn’t want to take anything away from them. You were working a lot of late nights after that, and I thought it would be better to wait until things slowed down. You were so tired all the time, and you deserved a better proposal than when you’re falling asleep in the middle of dinner. It never slowed down, though. And then you got that big promotion and somehow we fell apart instead. If I’m honest, I still don’t really know how. One minute I’m getting ready to come with you, and the next you’re telling me not to bother.”

Tony sits down next to him, shoulders touching, and he pulls Bucky’s left hand into his. “You didn’t really want to go.”

“That’s not true,” Bucky says, but Tony shakes his head.

“All you talked about was how much you would miss New York. How much you’d miss your friends and your family and your job. Every day, everywhere we went. Even the fucking hot dog stands got sonnets about them. It really didn’t take a genius to figure out that you weren’t exactly looking forward to leaving.”

“I still would have gone for you,” Bucky argues. “I told you I would go anywhere with you, if it was what you wanted.”

“And then what? You move with me, and you’re miserable all the time, because my job never slows down so I’m still not around as much as you want, except now it’s compounded because you’re in a city that you hate with no one else that you know. You resent me for making you go, and the outcome is the same in the end either way.”

“Or I move with you, and I finally ask you to marry me like I’ve wanted to since almost the day we met. I find new friends and a new job, and even if it’s not perfect, it’s still worth it because at the end of the day I have a husband coming home to me.”

Tony runs his thumb over the ring and murmurs, “I wanted you to be happy. I didn’t think I could do that for you anymore.”

Bucky cups his cheek, tilting his head up to meet his eyes. “Don’t take this the wrong way, but baby, you’re an idiot.”

“Oh, thanks,” Tony laughs.

“You’re my idiot, if that helps.”

Tony smiles, still fragile but growing more hopeful. “Am I?”

“Always have been,” Bucky says. “Always will be if you stop assuming I’m going to leave you all the time. Let me decide for myself what I’m willing to sacrifice for us.”

Tony nods slowly, then says, “I’m sorry for ending it like that.”

“I’m sorry for making you feel like you had to.”

Tony climbs into his lap, circling his arms around his neck, and Bucky pulls him in closer with his hands on Tony’s hips. The ring is strange to feel against his skin, but also completely right. He wants it to stay there and to mean what it was always supposed to. Wants one of his own to match.

“We can fix it, right? We can be us again?”

“I don’t know,” Bucky says, and Tony’s heart sinks for just a moment. “Is your boyfriend as real as my fiancé?”

Tony laughs again in relief, “Yeah, they’d be a good pair.”

“I knew you had to be lying. You’ve never taken it slow in your life,” Bucky grins.

“Do you want me to start now?”

Bucky flips them over in one fluid motion, and he kisses up his throat as he murmurs, “Absolutely not.”

[spadeslittlesecret]

𝕾𝖆𝖐𝖚𝖘𝖆 𝖍𝖊𝖆𝖉𝖈𝖆𝖓𝖔𝖓𝖘

１８＋

Possible tw: rough sex, Degrading, harsh words, comfort, kink play, pet names

•Sakusa as the clean freak he is sometimes would do it in the shower with you

•Even if he always stays clean, he would be dirty in bed with you

•Sakusa has many kinds of kinks, pet play, costumes, daddy kink, and choking

•Sakusa will most likely degrade you

•He would go for many rounds sometimes even until he is breathless and tired

•He would absolutely treat his pretty princess with kisses and hugs afterwards

•He will mark you from top to bottom but he really loves marking your inner thighs

•He loves calling you princess and baby girl

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You got home after a hard day of work meanwhile sakusa stayed home after practice, he looks at you knowing his little princess is tired “hard day at work huh?” You hugged him after comming out of the front door “my back is hurting so much” you whined, “I can give my little princess a massage” he smiled as he looks down on you. The view from up there makes you seem so small to him in away he could just pick you up into the room, now you are on your stomach as he helps you give a massage

He starts out by rubbing you back down to the ass, it felt soft and tender he always loved it one of his favorite parts of you “is it good princess?” He always had concerns for you, you nodded telling him its okay for you. But soon those hands moved its way down to you inner thighs making you feel all sorts of ways, face on the pillow you try to hide it from him as he does the massages

“Dont try to hide it princess” he whispers into your ears making you jolt up “p-please im sensitive down there” your voice was muffled in the pillow “what was that princess?” He knew exactly what was going on so he moved his finger down to you panties and moved it there, you start twitching all over the place “stay still or i won’t do it for you” you start to release some whines here and there its enough to make him feel all hot and make his cock all twitch “Omi, please j-just do it already i cant stand it anymore” you start to get impatient and just wants him inside of you

“My little slut is impatient, wait until i tell you so” he pulls down your skirt and down to your panties that are already wet “look at you pathetic little slut, you’re wet already” you let out a moan as he gets to your clits making you wiggle around the place, “omi, please p-please sensitive” He turned you around now and facing to him as he starts placing his fingers under your shirt, he pulled your shirt up and kisses your stomach all the way down to your inner thighs your sensitive area

“You want it so bad you little slut, huh?” He groaned as he sees your pretty face “y-yes please d-daddy” he smiles looking at your face “thats how my pretty little princess should talk” he pulls your panties down and unzips his pants to reveal his long member turning hard the second he opens his pants “please omi, in me” you can’t wait for it any longer “look at you how embarrassing, so impatient..” as he kiss your neck and the tip of his cock rubbing againts your cunt

He puts it in you as your cunt swallows it, He thrust so hard in you that you barely even talk all you did was whine like a bitch “say my name princess” he yelled as he thrusts into you “dadd ngnhh” you moaned and breaking half way saying it due to his thrust getting more aggresive “what was that? I didnt hear my princess correctly” you were unable to talk or say a word out from your mouth, you cover your mouth due to the pleasure “dont cover that little girl, i want to hear your pretty voice” he held your hand up above you pinning it down to the headrest so you were unable to cover your mouth no more “Im co- cumming om- omi” you cant hold it in anymore “f-fuck im comming too princess” his thrust were even further and faster as he got the sponge spot that drives you crazy and hard to resist, you cried as he does it to you he loves it when you cry for him

You both came together, he collapsed on to you and burried his face into your neck while he is still inside you as you milk his cock, you can feel the warm liquid in you as it pours out of your cunt “baby you did so good” his voice was breathless and hot, as he pulls you in for a kiss making a trail of saliva from eachothers mouth, he gazed at your teary eyes and wipes it away “my princess is so pretty” as eachothers body was stuck together with sweat, you felt a sense of release after that and you felt a lot better after the hard day at work, he made it paid of for you and he knows you all the time

“Round two in the shower?”

[sweater-daddiesdumbdork]

Real Life Tasks With Ransom Drysdale

An Advent Calendar of 24 Normal Human Tasks As Performed By A Huge Man Baby. 

Day 2: That’s Not Exactly Folgers In Your Cup

Warnings: Smut (Oral) and Bad Language Words

Pairing: Ransom Drysdale x Reader

A/N- Hello! I hope y’all are as excited about this holiday special collaboration made with @what-is-your-plan-today​ and @jennmurawski13​ as I am. It all blossomed from early morning (for me) ramblings and we decided to do it. 2020 has been a hell of a year and we all needed a little something to smile about. And come on, whats funnier then imagining Ransom Drysdale trying to be domestic? Plus it gives some feels. There will be smut written in occasionally, so please heed the warnings to each individual fic. 

Also, we are alternating, but will reblog on our accounts, if you don’t want to miss any, send a message and we will get you added to the tag list. Happy Reading. 

Series Masterlist

Ransom woke before you, the early morning light streaming through the window cut right across his face and he swore into the pillow while rolling to his back to sling his arm over his eyes to cut off the annoyance. He was almost there, back in that blissful state of unconsciousness when his body took over and insisted he get up. Any further attempt to return to sleep was now disrupted when natural morning urges overtook him and he sighed while lifting his arm to let the light return, blinking rapidly to adjust to the the most inconvenient thing to plague him at this hour. 

Next to him you were still asleep, soundly, peacefully which made him scowl at you for being so blissfully unconscious. He envied you in this moment as he rolled up from bed and trudged into the bathroom to take care of himself. Afterwards once he came back out, he grabbed a pair of grey sweatpants and slipped them on. You would be waking up soon, and there was one thing you always wanted before anything else, even before you were pregnant, it was a must have or else. Now you valued this all that much more since his child seemed to just suck all the energy from you, savored it more then he savored his biscoff cookies. 

Your coffee. And hell be damned if you didn't get your coffee. 

Now typically you make it, liking a certain amount of scoops to get you through the morning, touch of cream and a little sprinkle of sugar just to take the bite out of it. Ransom has seen you make it countless times in the morning, your over sized tee hanging around your thighs and hair piled atop your head. Your eyes would be closed while you measured, you just knew it down to the action how you wanted it. He never tried to mess with your perfection. In fact he learned early on to stay out of your way the first twenty minutes in the morning unless he was taking care of you between the sheets. That was the only equivalent you were accepting of in the morning. 

This morning Ransom felt a twinge of affection now that he was awake, seeing you shift into the middle of the bed and pull his pillow into your chest like you were hugging it. Gently he leaned over and brushed the flyaway hair from your forehead and pressed a kiss there before leaving the bedroom to head downstairs. 

Typically you just made Ransom a coffee too, it became almost a habit for him to want it, although he didn't need it, not like you did. But yea, he craved it and decided that this morning, since he was already up, he would just do it himself. Regardless of the fact that you had forbidden him to touch the coffee maker for some reason. Which fuck it was in his kitchen, if he wanted to use it he was going to. 

“Can't be that hard, dump some grounds in, put in the fucking water.” He flipped off the top of the coffee maker to see if you pre-filled it the night before, sometimes you did. Last night was not the case though. Reached into the cupboard for the precious Starbucks coffee and opened the bag to breathe in the strong coffee bean aroma. Okay, he had to admit it was a pleasant smell, and already he could feel himself feel a bit more upbeat. He ended up setting it aside and searched everywhere for the measuring spoon, leaving a slight kitchen destruction in his path of open drawers and stuff piled on top of the kitchen counter, he just eyeballed dumping the coffee in. Completely forgetting the filter in the process. 

Impatiently he waited, fingers tapping on the counter as the drip drip drip started. “It would be faster just to have someone deliver.” He muttered to himself, contemplating how much you would protest possibly hiring a housekeeper. Fran was decent… enough. He thought to himself. Aside from her being the most annoying woman his grandfather had hired. Of course she could be useful when the occasion called for it. Like now, how fucking easy would it be if someone was just delivering you two the coffee in bed.  

Already he knew you probably weren't going to go for it, it was fine for Harlan according to you because he needed the help. In fact when he brought it up, your eyes rolled and you scoffed at him. “You are kidding right Ransom? You are a grown ass man, do it yourself.” 

 When the coffee maker finally gave the last spurt, and sounded exhausted, Ransom shook his head from the memory and turned to pull down two mugs and proceeded to pour into each. It was black, blacker than usual. He sniffed it, and needless to say it was STRONG. 

Ransom just kept going, grabbing your half and half, as well as the small bit of sugar you like, he stirred it all together and brought it back up the stairs. 

You were just waking up when he reentered the bedroom. Your arms lifting up to hit lightly against the headboard and your wiggling fingers while giving a yawn, you inhaled the strong scent of coffee and immediately pushed to sit. 

“What is that? Is that what I think it is?” Your eyes widened as Ransom set the mug down on your nightstand with a roll of his eyes. 

“Well good morning to you to Princess.” he stated as you grinned at him, reaching over for the mug while he sat on the end of the bed. You didn't dare take a sniff as if to check, not with the way Ransom was watching you intently and you just took a sip. 

It hit your mouth with a ferocity that brought tears to brim to your eyes, and your taste buds screamed in protest at the gritty black death you were forcing yourself to swallow, doing everything you could to keep from spitting it out. You were just thankful that this morning you were dealing with morning sickness, yet. Somehow you forced the bitter liquid down your throat and tried to keep a straight face, as you were touched with Ransom’s act of kindness, something he was still working on. But there was no hiding your expression, as hard as you tried to keep it from Ransom.

His head dropped when he saw your face. “Fucking terrible isn’t it? See this is why you should let me hire a housekeeper.” 

“Ransom, it tastes just fine. And we don’t need a housekeeper. This house isn't all that big.” You rolled your eyes as you showed him you were right by taking another sip of his coffee, forcing a smile on your face. 

“I always had a housekeeper, and I turned out fine.” Ransom rebutted while moving to a stand. “Put that cup down. You can make some later.” He instructed and you were quick to set it aside, relieved not to have to pretend anymore. Ransom yanked the blankets away, making you tumble a bit in bed with a yelp. 

“Ransom! What are you doing?” You looked down at him as he grasped your ankles, sliding you down the bed while he moved to kneel at the end of the bed, smirking at you. 

“Cant make coffee worth shit. But I can do this, and I know you like this just as much.” 

He was right, the man had a mouth on him that you had a hard time resisting, even when he was pissing you off. 

Fingers delved under the band of your sleep shorts and slipped them off before draping your legs over his shoulders and pressing hungry kisses along the inside of your thigh. “Okay, you have me there, maybe I do. I'm a little scared to see what you did down in the kitchen now.” 

“Nothing that can't be cleaned up.” He looked up at you, and you opened your mouth to say something about how you were going to have to clean it when he let his mouth press against your cunt and his tongue bury between the folds. 

That effectively distracted you, making your words stutter from the tip of your tongue into a moan while he lapped at you, shifting between quick flicks to flattening his tongue and dragging through your folds to suck at that bundle of nerves that made you gasp his name in a needy way. Your hands shoot down to twist into his hair, holding onto his scalp while he takes you apart with his mouth. Toes curled into his upper back when he teased you further, your hips starting to rock to meet the darts of his tongue in your clenching channel. You let yourself fall back into the pillows and quit trying to reason with him or make him feel better. You just let yourself experience this new attempt at treating you.

“Please Ransom, I want to come now.” You whined out while his fingers flexed on your hips, keeping you mostly pinned in place although your body was rippling to arch and grind into him. Your heels firmly pressing into his back in an attempt to lever yourself although he was firm in his hold. Unwilling to let you move just yet. Ransom sucked folds of flesh into his mouth, the lower part of his face slick when he lifted to smirk at you, and shifted a heavy forearm across your hips, careful not to press against your stomach. 

“How badly do you want to come, Princess?” He licked at his lips, brighter pink with use then normal and you glared at him down your body. 

“Considering I am growing you spawn in me, you think you would treat me better.” Trying your hand at using guilt to get him into giving you your orgasm, he let his fingers stretch your open, pressing into your warmth. 

“You know I love you, and only treat you fucking good.” His fingers curled to stroke your fluttering walls, enticing you to come for him with every stroke against your sweet spot. “Come on Beautiful, come undone for me so we can start our day.” 

You pressed to arch but he was sure to keep you held down. You started to see stars peppering your eyesight and your mouth dropped open in a silent gasp as you came for him, that rush enveloped you to send tingles all along your nerves, and your voice finally broke out in a soft cry of his name while your toes dug into his flexing back, and fingers twisted in the sheets in a weak attempt to stay grounded. 

It didn't stop him, he kept lapping at your sensitive bud, sucking and driving you to another with steady strokes of his finger. “That was just one... you know we are not stopping Princess until you have had a couple more.”  

Ransom couldn't make coffee to save his life, but he certainly knew how to make you come more than just the one time.

[caught-in-the-filter]

My Bad, Bad Devil, You Put the Angel in You

—an angel!Killian/demon!Emma AU PWP for CSSNS21

A/N: A huge shoutout and thank you to ultraluckycatnd for beta-ing this for me, and to the mods of @cssns for giving us another year of this event!

Heads up that this has some sacrilegious uses of Biblical references, and I totally understand and respect if that's a big nope for anyone for any reason. Most of my life, it would've been a nope for me too. I mean no attack or mockery or other ill intent toward Christianity/religion or anyone who practices any form of it.

I grew up in church but I've been questioning a lot for a long time now, and this sort of became my own little personal rebellion. (I guess writing smut in general has been, but this one is on another level.) I kind of have a love/hate relationship with this fic; it was fun when I started it, but then I got frustrated and stuck, and now I'm not sure how I feel about it anymore. And maybe I'll regret it in the future if I ever see the light again or something, but for now, I've resigned to the fact that if I'm gonna go to hell (if I even believe there is one anymore), then I might as well have a little fun with it while I can.

So if this is your thing, I hope you enjoy. If not, dl,dr, and no hard feelings.

Also, I know the title is a little long, but I couldn't resist the Doctor Who reference.

Rated: E; Words: 2904; AO3

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“Well, well, what do we have here?” Emma purred, closing the distance between herself and the angel standing before her. With a flick of her wrist, she cast him back against the window and commanded the curtains to cross in front of him, spinning him so that he faced the glass before wrapping themselves around his wings and arms to restrain him.

“A daughter of the damned, getting in over her head?” Killian quipped, testing the hold of the thick cloth keeping him in place without fighting it.

“Mmm,” Emma hummed. Taking advantage of the fact that he hadn’t worn a shirt in favor of opening his wings, she reached around his waist and bent her arms upward so she could slowly rake her nails down his exposed chest. “You’re the one tied up, but I’m in over my head?” She twirled a few of his hairs around her finger and tugged, making him flinch.

“You make the mistake of thinking I’m not exactly where I want to be, love.” Killian glanced back at her with a devious smirk. “That is why you’re in over your head.”

“Oh, I know,” Emma smiled. Resting her chin on his shoulder, she lowered her hands and began to unlace his trousers. “I know you want to fall, don’t you?” She freed his hardening cock from its leather confines and slowly ran her hand back and forth along the length of him. “You want to rise and fall and lose yourself in the worst way.”

“With you?” Killian panted, already breathless under her sinfully skilled touch. “Hell yes.”

“Then you’re going to let them watch you fall from grace.” Emma gestured at the window in front of them, guiding Killian’s eyes to gaze out at the possibility of unwitting passersby spotting their activities, before taking him in hand once more. “You’re going to let them see you give all of yourself to a demon.” The guttural groan he made only spurred her on as she continued to pump him. “Unless you can’t handle it.”

Killian’s head fell back when Emma interrupted her stroking to grip his balls with a taunting squeeze, and he muttered under his breath, “God, forgive me,” as his eyes fluttered closed. Bucking his hips, he tried to coax her to go faster, “Yes, Emma, please yes,” but she smiled as she removed her hand and relished the whine that left his lips.

“An angel eager to sin.” She slipped her hands beneath the back of his trousers, kneading his ass for a moment before stripping off the leather, trailing kisses down his spine as she sank to the floor with the material. “Step.” With a tap to the backs of his knees, she removed the trousers completely and tossed them aside.

Emma ducked between Killian’s legs and twisted her body in one fluid motion so that she sat with her back to the window, greeted by his cock pointing right at her face.

“I want to taste you,” she said and lifted his cock so she could lick a slow stripe from base to head, swiping her tongue over the sensitive tip. Looking up at him from beneath her lashes, she cupped his ass and pulled him toward her as she took him into her mouth until he hit the back of her throat. The staccato sounds that left his lips convinced her to hold him there as long as she could, flexing her tongue along the length of him, until she had to lean back to take a breath.

“Delicious,” Emma sighed and took him in again, and again, this time guiding him back and forth, in and out, her tongue darting out to tease his balls with each plunge.

Killian panted her name amidst a slew of encouragements, lost in the way she licked and sucked and consumed him. Her grip on his ass tightened, and he bit back a moan when her finger made its way to the center and circled its find before dipping just barely inside.

“Ooh, sounds like you like that,” she parted from him long enough to tease, continuing her carefully intrigued prodding as she asked, “shall we sodomize an Angel of God?”

“It wouldn’t—” he gritted his teeth as she gave his cock a particularly strong suck, straining against the curtains holding him at her mercy, or lack thereof, “—wouldn’t be the first time, love.”

“Oh?” Emma raised an eyebrow at him, pausing for a moment before bringing him into her mouth once more, staring up into his eyes as he watched her intently.

“Aye. Though I much prefer to give than to receive.”

Of course you would, Emma thought, the pun of angelic nature not lost on her. She hummed her assent around him and sent a ripple of pleasure coursing through his body. 

It was too much and not enough. As Emma relentlessly devoured him, Killian fought against the material holding him back. With one forceful downward motion, he tore the curtains in half and freed himself as he sought his glorious ascension.

His fingers laced into her hair, and for once, he allowed himself to take. His frantic thrusts were met with surprised and hungry moans, the vibrations of which sent him soaring over the edge.

“Ohh fuck. Fuck,” he cried as he spilled himself down her throat. He felt it when she swallowed as he held her still and his cock continued to pulse.

“Such a dirty mouth for such a pure being,” Emma remarked as she caught her breath when he at last let her go. She got to her feet and stood facing him, using her tongue to trace the lines of the cross tattoo on his chest as she rose, and she yelped when he pulled her flush against him, his arms tight around her.

“Oh, it can be much, much dirtier,” he growled, making her gasp as he gave a harsh tug to her hair and attacked the exposed skin of her neck with sloppy kisses and less than gentle nips and searing hot breath. She arched up into him, and it was his turn to pin her against the glass. His hand and hook frantically tore at her blouse while his mouth continued its expert assault as it made its way to hers and along her jaw until he caught her earlobe between his teeth. “Would you like that, demon?” he asked, slipping his hand beneath her waistband and trailing his lips down to the swell of her breasts. “Would you like my mouth on you where you’re warm and wet and wanting for me? Teasing you as you’ve done me, making you long for my cock as much as I long for the feel of you around me?”

Emma suddenly couldn’t find the words, too caught up in the thrill of hearing him, an angel, her angel, talk like that. Hoping to get the point across, she threaded her fingers through the haphazard locks on his head and shoved him to his knees.

“Shall I take that as a yes?” he grinned, holding her gaze as he lifted her incredibly short skirt and ran his thumb along the already soaked strip of lace she considered panties before pulling it down to her knees.

Emma leaned forward to allow the remnants of her blouse to fall to the floor before reaching for the support of the window once more as he canted her hips toward himself with the curve of his hook pressed to the small of her back.

Killian’s wing curled forward to assist with holding up the material of her skirt, the feathers tickling the top of her thigh, so he could focus his efforts on her aching core. Too eager to taste her, he wasted no time, choosing instead to start right with his mouth at her clit. She jumped at the unexpected jolt of pleasure, and he steadied her with his hand splayed against her inner thigh, inching his fingers toward her center.

“How can you be from Hell when you taste so divine, Emma?” he praised. “I could spend eternity quenching my deepest thirst between your legs.”

“Then shut up and quench it,” Emma barked. She didn’t really mean it, not completely. She loved his silver tongue, especially when he used it to talk dirty, but right now she craved him putting it to a different use.

“Ask and ye shall receive.” As he gave one more suck on her clit, Killian plunged two fingers inside her, soon increasing it to three as he stretched her and coaxed out more of her arousal onto his expertly explorative tongue.

“God, you’re so fucking good at that,” Emma sighed, tugging his hair as she rode his tongue and fingers, relishing the warm vibrations his pained groans and hungry moans ghosted over her sensitive skin.

“Oh no, love,” Killian said without relenting, looking up at her as he continued working her between words. “Don’t blaspheme. I’m not Him. I worship at your altar, Emma, and there’s no better place to be on my knees.”

“I like your Word better, anyway.” Emma’s head tipped back as her hips began to buck, but her moment of near bliss quickly turned into one of frustration. “No,” she gasped, shocked and almost offended as he pulled away with a smirk and stood to his feet, leaving her clenching on nothing and far from sated. “Come on, Killian, please! I thought you were all about giving! And how is this worship?”

“I meant what I said, love. I adore you, I do. But I am an angel, after all.” Killian chuckled. “We tend to enjoy when someone is brought to the edge before they’re granted their salvation. I need you begging for it.”

“Fucking tease,” Emma huffed, turning away from him with her arms crossed in front of her.

“Mmm,” Killian mused, “perhaps you are ready to receive more.” He nudged her legs apart with his own, a soft blow with the side of his foot kicking one out to the side, and Emma scrambled to reach her arms out in front of her for balance, her hands slipping on the window as her legs spread. Snaking his arms around her, he set his chin on her shoulder as he held her in his embrace and mused, “What do you think, love? Shall we bare you to them as I take you and show them what they can’t have, or should we keep this sinful skirt on and show them how eager you are to be ravished by an angel?”

“On, off, I don’t care which you’re into, just fuck me!”

“A bit of both then.” Killian pressed the side of his hook to her stomach and pulled her to him, holding her so that her back pressed against his chest. Lifting the front of her skirt, he handed her the bottom hem. “Hold this up for me, love.”

With a smirk, she took it between her teeth, stretching the waistband higher and pulling the material taut between her breasts as she leaned her head back onto his shoulder and winked at him.

“There’s a good girl.” He smiled and raised the bit between them with the tip of his hook, taking himself in hand. “You pretend you like to rebel, but you behave so well for me. Now, tell me what you want.”

“I said, I want you to fuck me,” Emma answered, slightly muffled by her skirt, frustratedly trying to swivel her hips in the hopes of getting him inside her.

He draped her skirt over his hand and wrapped his hooked arm around her once more to still her. Her annoyance encouraged him to tease her all the more, and he brushed the tip of his cock between her folds agonizingly slowly as he said, “I need you to be more specific, love. What do you want?”

“Fuck, Killian, I want your cock inside me.” Emma almost dropped her skirt when he filled her in one smooth slide, her jaw instinctively ready to fall open, but she caught herself and clenched it instead, biting down hard on the material with a groan at the sudden stretch.

“Very good.” The tip of his hook dimpled her flesh, dangerously close to piercing her, as he held her against himself and slammed into her from behind. His fingers laced themselves between hers and he caressed up the side of her body as he brought her hand to rest on the back of his neck. Emma raised her other hand in kind, and Killian moved his to her breast, kneading and squeezing it as he lost himself in the feel of her.

“Fuck, you feel fucking amazing around me, Emma. Not even heaven compares to the feel of you.” Killian licked a stripe along Emma’s collarbone and clamped his mouth over the spot, digging his teeth into her flesh. She moaned at the thought of the mark she’d wear tomorrow.

Bringing his arm back, Killian pressed it across Emma’s shoulder blades, pinning her chest to the glass in front of them with an arch in her back that jutted her ass out at him, and this time Emma did drop her skirt as her mouth opened on a loud moan at the forceful change of angles. Killian grunted and tucked his hook beneath the waistband, ripping it apart with the sharp tip and watching it fall as he pounded into her.

“I told you to hold that,” he growled against the shell of her ear. “Perhaps you are a naughty little minx after all.” Killian swatted Emma’s ass with an open palm before grabbing the reddening flesh and massaging it, in theory to soothe the sting but so roughly that she thought he might leave a bruise if he continued, one she’d be more than willing to bear as a reminder of their time for several days to come.

“Forgive me?” she teased in a mocking tone as she met his thrusts with each backward roll of her hips, almost inclined to make prayer hands at him if moving them wouldn’t risk her falling.

“Not exactly a sincere repentance, is it, love?” Killian struck her ass once more before grabbing a fistful of her hair and tugging her head backward. “But it is rather tempting to grant you reprieve nonetheless.”

“Ah, so why don’t you give into that temptation, angel?” Emma gritted.

“Don’t try to persuade. Ask me for it.”

“Please, Killian, I’m so close.” Emma couldn’t take it anymore. “Make me come, angel. Please!” Emma sighed through a string of curses as Killian moved the curve of his hook to her clit, pressing the brace against her flesh just above it as he rubbed quick circles over the swollen nub.

“What say you, demon?” he asked, breathless himself as he brought them both to the brink. “Shall we chance our own breed of Nephilim?”

“Yes please,” she panted desperately. “I’ve already tasted you. I want to feel you. I want to feel you come inside me.”

“I’ll give you what you want, demon, but I want to hear you scream my name when I do, not God’s.” Killian’s mouth travelled from Emma’s neck to her shoulder and back as he pistoned his hips with abandon. His teeth scraped her flesh before he moaned against her cheek as he found his release, “Emma, fuck yes, Emma,” filling her with it and pushing it deeper as it dripped down the length of his cock.

With his brutal thrusts and relentless teasing, Emma granted his request soon after, crying out, “Killian!” at the top of her lungs as her knees buckled beneath her.

He practically lifted her off the ground when he caught her with his arm wrapped around her middle, holding her tightly as he drew every last drop of ecstasy from within her before he slipped from her core and spun her into a lightheaded kiss, caging her against the window with his arms once more.

“Well, that was fucking hot.” Emma smiled against his lips as she pulled one into her mouth to bite it playfully, her chest heaving as she struggled to catch her breath. “Who knew you had it in you, angel?” One hand anchored in his hair as the other clutched at his ass, and she pulled him closer to her so she could rut against his leg, letting their releases spill down her thigh onto his and making him groan.

“It was the other way around, love,” he joked with a certainly devilish smirk, “but I concur, it was fucking hot.” Tucking his arms beneath her legs, Killian hoisted Emma into them and carried her to the bed, tossing her not so gently onto the mattress.

Emma giggled as she taunted him with one curled finger, beckoning him to her as she spread her legs wide, an invitation he happily accepted as he knelt between them and crawled above her body with a guttural growl.

“You might just convince me of the divine benefits of your side,” Emma purred, running her hands down his sides to grip his waist, “but I think I need to witness a bit more firsthand to make sure I believe, if you’ve got another miracle in you.”

“Angels are eternal, darling,” he said. “I’ll never leave you if that’s what it takes to really fill you with the spirit.”

“Promise?”

“Promise.”

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A/N: "Glorious ascension" to describe an orgasm? Yeah, I'm going to hell.

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"Unforgettable" Sokka x Woc!reader smut

Summary: Sokka can't get a dirty image of you out of his mind.

Warnings: sexualization of the female body, because we are queens. Male masterbation, cursing.

A/n: First Sokka Smut!!! It's not quite a full smut, but it's getting there. I'm proud of this one. As in nearing the end of my binge of Atla, I keep falling deeper in live with this boy. I set up a part 2, but we shall see if it gets one. Please leave some feedback if you want another one!

Sokka couldn't get you out of his mind. The memory of your body seeping into every single thought of his. Pure intentioned or not, you ended up in the front of his brain.

Water dripped down your glowing skin, the light shining down on you like a beam of pure beauty. Water around you glimmering like gems.

You stood in the cool water just above your knees. Your fingers were tangled deep in your hair, finally taking the time to detangle the locks, hair brushing your skin as you hummed a tune he didnt know.

Sokka stood there, balancing himself on a tree, about two seconds away from biting off his bottom lip.

"Oh! Sokka. Hey." You greeted, shooting him a soft, kind smile. Thing is, you didn't bother to cover up, to sink into the water, or use your arms to cover as much as you could. No. You just looked at him, and it took all of his might to not just melt right there.

"I was just taking a bath. Did you wanna come in?" Sokka blinked, keeping his eyes on yours, not daring to look back down. You were both adults, he shouldn't feel like a schoolboy, looking at a pair of boobs for the first time. but he does. He's staring at the curve of your breasts, the valley between them, the dips of your hips. You're fully enchanting him.

"I uh...just...I should get back to the camp. I just got a bit lost. I'm sorry. Keep uh, doing your thing. No hurry. Take your time-" and just like that, he was off, leaving you alone in the pond.

Fuck. He was rock hard. Shit.

Fucking dumbass. You had invited him in with you, clearly. But you were also his friend, and he didn't think you saw him like...that. sure, you were the adults of the group, and had always had something, but sokka couldn't fully accept the idea of the two of you. At least, until he saw you naked.

Everything shifted. The rest of the day, he kept to himself. Fingers seeming to always fiddle with his boomerang, or sharpen his blade. He couldn't keep still for the life of him, and it wasnt like it went unnoticed. Toph told him to fuck off, Katara asked him if he was okay. He needed to blow off some steam. And some fighting practice just wasnt gonna do it.

Sokka was the last one to go to his tent, waiting until the moon was well into the sky, and everyone was sound asleep.

He settled himself in hid tent, propping himself up slightly with a pillow. He could see the outline of his erection through his pants, practically begging for attention. It had almost gotten painful. Sokka eagerly pushed down the fabric to his thighs. His dick already leaking precum down the swollen tip.

His hand trailed down his stomach, slowly wrapping his fingers around his cock, gently taking himself in his hand, pumping himself just enough to release some of the pressure of the day.

Sokka didn't try to suppress the desire anymore, letting his imagination go wild, dreams that he never admitted to.

He imagined your fingers working at his dick rather than his own hand, your lips wrapped around the top, staring at him as you worked your way to deepthroating him. Cheeks hollowd around his cock, his hands weaving through your hair, grasping for his dear life.

Your body, burned into his mind. The fight practices you had together, when sweat dripped down your skin, hair messy and coming out of your braids. How your lips parted as you heaved in breaths. The way you licked your lips, bit them when concentrating.

"Y/n! Fuck, yes!" His voice came out far, far louder than intended. His free hand went to cover his mouth, but he didn't stop pumping. He was so, so close, he couldn't stop now. He would hear if someone came near. The vision of you in his mind started to blur, eyes nearly rolling back into his head from the pleasure.

"Hey, sokka-Oh"

you stood still at the opening of the tent, eyes wide, completely unable to look away from the scene in front of you. It had just...happened so fast. One second you hear a strangled moan and sokka shouting your name, the next you see him with his cock in his hand, cum dripping down his fingers, some splattered on his stomach. No, it was far too good to keep your eyes off of. His face was a but flushed, a thin veil of sweat on his skin. Splayed out like a god in a sculpture.

"I uh-" Sokka stuttered, looking around for something, anything, to cover his crotch with.

"I thought I heard my name and-" you blinked, lips parted, heavy, deep breathes being the only thing from keeping you from passing out. The air was thick, warm, sweaty, it smelled overwhelmingly of sex.

"Look, I'm so sorry, I didn't mean to interrupt anything-you just keep, uh, having fun." It was a sorry excuse to leave, but you did. Quickly stepping back and turning around. Letting out a deep, long, haggled breath.

"Wait! One second, fuck-" Sokkas voice came through the canvas, sounds of him stumbling around clear in the otherwise calm, quiet night.

"I didn't mean to say your name, I swear, it just slipped out and it sounded quieter than I thought-"

"It's okay, really, I don't mind at all." It came out much, much more...needy, than you'd wanted. This wasn't exactly how you'd imagined telling sokka that you found him attractive (usually, they ended with some sort of rejection, even in dreams.) You were just...a bit stunned. Trying to convince yourself that it really was a mistake, acting like this had been the first time he had said it. But, the few times you had to share a bed, or slept in close quarters, you heard the same thing, and that wasn't something you could just brush away.

"Oh." Sokka sighed, like a weight was lifted from his shoulders. But, only one of many. His shoulders were still tense, jaw still clenched.

"Sokka, I really don't want you to feel bad for what you were doing." You reached for his hand, just brushing your own with his, making sure he knew you were there, and it was okay, more than okay.

"I'm a fucking perv, that's what I am." He muttered, eyes glued to the floor. You could almost hear his brain overheating.

"No! No, it's natural to get yourself off-"

"Fucking hell," sokka really, truly wanted to die. Right there and then. Life no longer worth living, at least not after this.

"It's not as bad as you think, sokka." Your voice was soft, trying to be as comforting as possible, for you and sokka. You were so glad sokka wasn't able to look at you, cause your pure lust and neediness was crystal clear on your face.

"How?" He wanted nothing more than to apologize and curl up into a ball.

"Because I liked hearing you say my name like that." He never understood how you could say the most intense things with such ease. The weight of the words crystal clear, yet almost hummed.

"Say that again," It was dumb, but, he wanted to hear you say it again. He needed you to.

"Because I thought you saying my name like that was a dream come true." You smiled, gaze settling to the stars above, just for a bit of release. To make confessing a bit easier. "I loved it when you moaned my name."

"Wh..."

"Sokka, use your words."

"I was using words!" Sokka shot back.

"Were you thinking of me when you were masterbating?" You almost choked on the words, feeling yourself cringe at how it came out. Almost desperate. Needing him to say yes. Pleading that the dream last a bit longer.

"Yeah," Sokka breathed in deep, exhaling a somewhat shakey breath. "you're just so hot and sexy and seeing you today made me crazy. I mean, youre just so out of my league, and I couldn't get you out of my head. You drive me crazy, y/n, everything about you. Your body, your voice...sorry, was that too far?"

"Sokka, I've wanted to fuck you since the day I met you." You laughed, resisting the string urge to roll your eyes at his pure ignorance. "We both know we've been dancing around our tension. I cant count the amount of times I went to bed all hot and bothered and dreamed about you."

"So...you find me fuckable, and you've had wet dreams about me?"

"Gods have mercy, Sokka, you're the most handsome man I've ever met, and you know it."

"Of course I do." His hands settled on his hips, a small, cocky grin on his lips. His brain was going again, but this time, on the autopilot you loved. When he was at his most confident.

"You're so fucking beautiful." Sokka turned to you, testing out the waters a bit, he placed his hand on your lower back, pulling you slightly closer to him.

"Sokka, if you don't kiss me right now-"

"Then what? What will you do?"

"I dunno... fuck you or something."

"Now I'm thinking otherwi-" you cut him off with your lips, pressing lightly on his soft ones, grasping at the back of his hair, anything to get him closer to you. His hand wandered down, grasping at your skin, pulling your hips towards his desperately.

"Wanna go into my tent?"

"I would be crazy if I said no."