#idk it just rubs me the wrong way cause why are you so quick to be like ’lol guys he’s in a wheelchair’

[subarashiihibi]

Please let 2024 be the year the durarara fandom stops making “jokes” about Izaya being in a wheelchair 😍😍😍

[eetherealgoddess]

Can you make a fem reader whose is a martial artist with a yan bonten but she doesn’t let them get her easily

ik it's been a while y'all but don't worry bc i will be getting through your requests!!

idk much about martial arts so I’m just gonna do my best with the fighting scene. hope you enjoy!

also, why am i more inclined to write when i’m high 😩

ꨄFight For Your Lifeꨄ

Oneshot - Yandere Bonten Au

❦You’ve been on the run from your childhood friends❦

Sano Manjiro, Hanemiya Kazutora, Sanzu Haruchiyo, & Haitani Brothers x Reader

Not fully proofread

MY TR FANDOM WORKS ARE ONLY ON TUMBLR & AO3 UNDER EETHEREALGODDESS! REPORT IF YOU SEE IT POSTED UNDER ANYONE ELSE BUT ME!!

I apologize if I get any Japanese etiquette or culture wrong, I literally have to research the culture for some of my fandom stories so if anything is wrong, please excuse my ignorance.

Notice:

✩Y/n is 18+. I picture her as a black female but you can see her however.

✩Some parts of the story may not be realistic or factual. After all, this is a work of fiction.

✩Although it's a dark 'romance,' I do not condone any of the behavior displayed.

✩Dark content such as: gore, violence, triggering topics, graphic scenes, vulgar language, explicit sexual content, etc.

✩There may be scenes that involve non con and/ or dubcon so don’t read if that makes you uncomfortable

✩That being said, this story is for 18+ only.

Enjoy!

Fight For Your Life

The platforms of your shoes slap against the wet concrete, puddles of water splashing as you ignore the rain falling on your skin. Your bloody clothes hugging against your body uncomfortably as the street lights glow amongst the dark sky, the empty buildings sitting under as you run past with squinted eyes. Your lips are apart as you take in quick breaths, though you tried to keep the panting steady. The adrenaline running through your veins made it easier to ignore the goosebumps caused by the cold air hitting your dermis and the red liquid running down your nose.

You didn’t know how long it had been since you ran from your totaled car. It was amazing how you slipped away, not expecting the driver of the car to have died on impact. You knew exactly who sent the sheep, snarling as you remember the men you couldn’t seem to escape for long. Although you made it far enough to stay in a motel a great distance away from Japan, you still had a long way to go.

I’m so tired of this shit.

It’s frustrating having to travel from place to place, continuously spending a limited amount of money just to be free from the grasp of the yakuza. If you would’ve known that you would be abducted as an adult by your childhood friends who disappeared without any warning, you wouldn’t have become close to them in the first place. To have been so devoted to them and the rest of the gang, only for them to abandon you and reappear without warning, snatching you up and treating you as property rather than a person, murdering most of your loved ones without a care of how that could affect you. Not only is the situation painful but demeaning. How could they treat you like that? No explanation for the disappearance nor the behavior, not that you needed it. Who they are now explains everything you need to know.

Ignoring the tightness of your chest became harder as you slowed your pace, halting your movements before bending over, hands on your knees. You gripped the fabric of your pants as your eyes closed, head dropping as you struggled to steady your breathing. Your tears of frustration mix with the droplets of rain, finally lifting your body and rubbing your sleeve against your eyes, only for the moisture to return.

Your eyes widen as bright lights flash behind you before you swiftly turn your body to face the car speeding toward you. The loud engine roars as the vehicle darts down the hill through the fog. You search around your surroundings for a good hiding spot amongst the empty stores. You huff before running behind a structure closest to you. You find a dumpster, cursing as you open it and climb in, ignoring your discomfort for bacteria as you cover your nose and close yourself into the darkness, praying to not feel anything crawling on you as you rub your face with both hands, smearing the blood from your nose.

You breathe in through your nose and release from your mouth, ignoring the overwhelming stench as you listen for anyone close. The pouring rain made it difficult to hear any footsteps if someone were to walk near. You closed your eyes as you pant into your cupped hands quietly. You patiently stay in your spot for what feels like a while, planning to hide in the dumpster all night long if you have to. The phone you bought when you ran from Bonten was lost in the wreck, hidden behind the broken machinery and shattered glass so you had no way to contact anyone to help, not that you knew anyone. You also didn’t know if the police would help you anyway considering Bonten has some of them wrapped around their fingers.

The top of the dumpster is snatched open, rain pouring as the sound of your screaming covers the droplets landing on the full sacks of trash. You struggle against the hold on your wrist as you’re yanked out of the hiding place, feet meeting the ground.

“The more you struggle the harder this will be for you!” The man growled, attempting to hold you in place. When he pulls you toward him with his grip tightening, you straighten your posture before pulling your head back and slamming it against his forehead causing him to release you as he grabs his head in pain. Running on nothing but adrenaline, you dash away from the man as you ignore the throbbing ache of your head, only to run in the direction of two more men speeding towards you.

“Shit!” You hiss before turning back around.

“Get her idiot or it’ll be our asses!” One of the men exclaimed on his way toward you as he faced the original male whose face is still scrunched in pain.

Just as you were about to pass the man who attacked you, he reached for you in which you dodged before continuing to make your escape. Before you could succeed, you are snatched by the collar of your top and yanked back. You gasp as you feel the sting from the sudden pressure on your neck, though your shock doesn’t last long.

“Gotcha you bit-!” He grunts and bends over, releasing you in the process when you elbow his stomach with as much strength as you could muster, so much so you release your own throated shriek. Before you could run the next man comes forth, pulling his arm back before landing a punch on your cheek. Your face hangs to the side in reflex as your palm immediately meets your cheek, eyes wide as you wince in pain.

Before he could make another move, you use your fist to back hand the man’s face before landing a punch on his cheek with the same arm, his body wobbling back as he tries to keep balance. You shove him just as the third male comes to ambush you from the side, both of you landing painfully on the ground with you at the bottom. The puddle of water mixed with dirt and grime splashes as you thrash in his hold as he grasps your wrists and forces them next to your head, squeezing as you howl in agony.

Seeing an opening all the while your face is scrunched with fresh blood oozing down your cheek, you take the opportunity to knee the man’s midsection. His eyes widen as his grip loosens, mouth hanging open with a silent scream. You make eye contact before shoving him off of you. Before you can pick yourself up, the original man places the platform of his shoe on your stomach before pressing down hard. Your nails claw at his covered ankles as he glares down at you with a smirk.

“Oh? What is this?” You watch as the color drains from the man’s face. Your own eyes widen at the realization that you had just been caught.

Your head slowly turns to the side, your own eyes meeting two pairs of purple orbs. A certain mullet haired man tsked as he stood in place, flicking the cigarette butt from his fingers before lifting the black gun held by his other hand. A blaring shot echoed in the air, your eyelids met just in time before the red liquid could splatter in your eyes.

As a result, a weight was lifted off of your stomach as you opened your eyes, watching as the other two men had an expression of bewilderment, freezing in their spots as they watched the bloody corpse drop to the ground, pieces of the brain and skull lying all around the wet ground. You stare at the situation with wide eyes as you slowly sit up, leaning on your trembling arms as you watch both males take a step back with their hands in surrender.

“Come on boys, don’t cower on us now.” The tall man says, running his fingers through his short streaked hair, a sly smile on his face as his other hand holds the black umbrella both him and his brother stood under.

“Pathetic.” Rin states before he turns on his heel, slowly walking away from the scene, Ran follows alongside. They don’t give you another glance.

Escaping your trance, you went to jump up, only for your arms to be grabbed by the two men. You thrash as your feet lifts from the ground, your biceps slightly sliding against their wet hands as the rain continues pouring. You didn’t stop your struggle even when nearing the familiar black suv that caused your heart beat to accelerate. Sweat mixed with the droplets sliding against your forehead as the pressure in your chest became more prominent the closer you got to your entrapment. You pull your arms with all your might against the growling males’ holds, attempting to use your feet to kick them, only for them to dodge and grips tighten.

“Don’t do this.” You plead, bargaining for your freedom.

“We got no choice, lady.” The guy on your left responded.

“You have to have a wife or daughter or something, guys! Please!” Your eyes burn with moisture caused by frustration, your eyebrows furrow as you glance between the men who hold you.

“Shut up!” The guy on your right hissed. “We’re doing this to keep them safe. Your well being is worth nothing to us so just accept your fate.”

Your head hangs low as you’re dragged to the car, the tinted window rolling down as a blur of white reaches your peripheral, right before the men holding you halt in front of the vehicle. You hear footsteps before a tight grip reaches your chin, forcing you to meet golden eyes that seem to glow through the rainy night. A blonde strand hanging on the left side of his face, the rest of his black locks pulled back in a messy ponytail. His empty orbs bore into you as you seem to internally cower from the strange expression.

Your discomfort increases as time goes on, the sound of the rain hitting the pavement masking the silence as you continue to hold eye contact. The corners of his lips curve upward before you can comprehend his next move. The tight grip released on your left arm before you hear a thud against the ground. Your eyes widened as you eye the injured male, turning your gaze back to the man who gives a sheepish smile, rubbing his bruised knuckles as he chuckled.

“You really know how to make a guy angry, Y/n.” He scratched the back of his neck before looking to the side as his smile dropped. “Running off like that wasn’t cool.”

You scoff before shaking your head angrily. You couldn’t believe his deflecting. They treat you like a pet. It’s degrading and abusive. The lack of respect as close as they were before is disgusting. Before you could respond, the cocking of a gun snatched your attention away from the tiger tattooed male in front of you and towards a certain pink haired man who now stood outside of the car. The barrel of his gun aimed right at your torso, your body tightening as you lose your breath.

His scars stretch as he snarls shifting his aim quickly before pulling the trigger. A loud shot rings out, echoing throughout the empty street. Your breathing slows down as the pounding of your heart is the only sound you can hear, followed by a ringing in your ears as the final grip releases you to the ground. The water pellets fall on your face as you feel pressure on your front as you stare at the sky, a warm liquid forming under your torso as your lips hang slightly apart.

You barely hear the car doors opening as your hearing goes in and out, five figures hovering over you as they observe your figure. Crouching down closest to your face, the platinum haired male who gives you an expression of emptiness uses a hand to caress the left side of your face, thumb tracing your temple. He leans over, his warm breath connecting with your ear.

“If you won’t let me have you, death will.”

As your hearing comes back and vision clears you watch as the men with solemn gazes turn and leave your vicinity. Mikey pulls back before picking himself up and following his men. You listen as you hear footsteps fade and the car doors open and close. The engine roars before they speed away, leaving you on the wet street.

You were in slight shock considering you couldn’t believe you had just been shot. You knew they were capable of it but the thought of yourself being murdered is unsettling. You stay on the ground for a moment, relieving yourself of the panic attack you just had before you slowly sit up and eye your surroundings. Seeing nobody in the area, you look down and pull your shirt up, grabbing the busted sack that once held fake blood from your cushioned vest. Staring at the sack you took a deep breath before releasing.

This is perfect because now they think I’m dead.

Although you were surprised about the gunshot, you wore a bulletproof vest, along with the fake blood sacks since you had escaped because you knew that there was a chance you might die trying to leave them. Your hands couldn’t help the trembling as you eyed the bloody puddle under you. Seeming to escape the trance, you hopped up from your seat and began to walk in the opposite direction from where you came.

The car’s atmosphere was thick with tension and grief. Although all the men held the same stoic and zoned out expression, their emotions were going haywire with their decision to kill you. Do they regret it? No. They don’t regret it as your punishment nor as a blockage for you to be able to move on without them. Do they wish you had just listened so it wouldn’t come to this? Indeed. Kazutora wipes the stray tear as his head turns to the side, eyebrows furrowed as he leans back in his seat with crossed arms and a crossed leg. Sanzu slowly cleans the gun used to take your life, wiping in slow yet rough strokes, all the while trying to focus on everything but the memory of your body landing on the ground. Now that his anger was gone, he lacked the adrenaline he had originally.

The Haitani brothers sit next to each other in the back of the black suv, Ran smoking a cigar with a tired expression as well as Rin removing a flask from his suit’s jacket and throwing his head back for a good sip. Mikey sat in the passenger’s seat, eyeing through the windshield with nothing but an empty void filling the inside of his chest. He feels nothing and everything at the same time. You used to be so close to all of them. It was a shame but he knew that he couldn’t allow you to live without him. You chose this. This is your fault.

A sudden ringing interrupts everyone as Mikey grabs the phone and hands it to Kakucho who uses one hand to direct the wheel.

“Hello?”

“You what?!”

Everyone’s eyebrows furrow at his reaction. He lowers the phone before handing it to Mikey with a concerned expression. Mikey sets the phone on his ear as he listens to the other person.

“Boss, her body is gone. She’s nowhere to be found.” Kokonoi says as he crouches down to get a closer look at the busted sack. Using a gloved hand to pick it up before it hangs from his fingers and the remaining liquid leaks.

“I have a feeling she faked her death and has escaped.”

Mikey stares ahead with a more focused expression, his eyes slightly wider than usual as he narrows his gaze.

“Find her, now.”

You eye the two lines with wide eyes. Your hands tremble as your fingers barely hold up the test.

“I-I’m pregnant?!” You hiss. You hop from the toilet and slam open the stall door, tossing it into the trash before walking to the sink and recollecting your memory as you try to search for how this could’ve happened because you genuinely had no remembrance of any sexual encounter in the last few months.

“I-I can’t feel…” The tingling in your limbs causes them to limp as you attempt to move your body around, though hands around your wrists prevent you from budging. Legs sit in between yours as the person on top of you leans over to your ear.

“How much of a dosage did you give her this time, Sanzu?” Kazutora asks before he licks a slow trail from your neck to your ear. You squirm under him as you try to find an escape before your body slightly shuts down and you become still as your eyes become heavier.

“G-guys…” You whisper, trying to come back to reality as you feel him adjust on top of you. Your mouth hangs open in a silent grunt as you feel a firm pressure enter your vagina.

“Enough.” The blue eyed male responds while rubbing his thumb along your forehead, taking in your scrunched nosed expression as Kazutora slowly thrusts into you.

“Fuck.” He whispers as he pressed his cock against your cervix, holding it there as his hands snake to the back of your head and neck, squeezing before he pulls his hips back to repeat the same process.

You shut your eyes tight as the girth stretches you, a stinging sensation surrounding your core before your pussy engulfs his cock perfectly. The pain switched to a conflicting pleasure that your own drugged body couldn’t handle. Your head falls back as Sanzu leans over and pulls you into a heated kiss, while Kazutora holds you tightly, his head on the other side of your neck as he accelerates his pace, hips rocking in a steady rhythm purposefully aiming deep against your g-spot.

Ran watched the display to the side with his brother, enjoying the show as they patiently waited for their turn with Bonten’s signature doll. He man - spreads while sitting with his arms resting against the top of the sofa, one arm slightly behind Rin who has his arms crossed. Both brothers ignore their erections as their pants become tighter, listening to the sounds you make as well as the juices colliding.

Mikey sits in a chair, similar to a throne next to the sofa, eyeing the session with his legs spread, leaning over to where his arms rest on his legs. From this angle, you both make eye contact when Sanzu pulls back.

“P-please stop!” You whine out as tears fall, hoping for Mikey to take control of the situation. Unfortunately, the only response you get are Sanzu’s thumbs smearing your tears and groaning from Kazutora in your ear.

Suddenly, he stops his thrusting and pulls back. He sets your legs on his shoulders as he looks down at you with a glazed over expression, red covering his face along with sweat as he repositions himself before leaning over your thighs and thrusting hard. His pace accelerates once more as he brings you both closer to your release. His forehead rests on yours as he thrusts his hips rhythmically against you. His cock slides in and nearly out of your walls as the head kisses your g-spot repeatedly.

“You're taking his cock so well, sweet girl.” The pink haired male whispers against your ear before nibbling the lobe, his hand sliding on your chest towards your neck before circling his fingers around the surface and slightly squeezing. The stimulation becomes too much, the sensation overwhelming as it mixes with the effects of the drug. Your hips meet his deep thrusts as you cry out.

“So. *thrust* Fucking. *thrust* Good, baby.” Kazutora’s raspy soft spoken words meet your ear as his eyes bore into yours. Biting his lip, he watches as your hands meet his chest as his grip tightens on your legs, along with the thrusts forcing you into having a violent orgasm along with sending him into his own as he moans out your name and his hips move sloppily, riding out both of your orgasms as sweat drips from your skin.

Your hand shakily reached your mouth as you recall when they would drug you up and proceed with sexual acts against your will. You have no clue which of them would even be the father. You knew you had to figure something out but you just didn’t know what. You quickly leave the public restroom and ask to use the cashier’s phone. Once you dial the number, you set it to your ear.

“Draken? C-can you please help me?”

“Ugh, girl come here!” You sigh as you eye the mess left from the little devil.

“What is this?” You question your child, eyeing her golden eyes as you point at the red paint that spilled all over your carpet.

“U-uh, I don’t know mama.” The eight year old responds with a cheeky smile. You shake your head, irritated because of the mess but you breathe out a sigh considering the paint is washable and will be able to be cleaned.

“Yeah, okay. You’re gonna help me clean this up.” You shake your head as your daughter nods. You chuckle to yourself before stating, “And don’t try to lie to me anymore, I can see right through you.”

Your daughter shrugs before leaving to grab some of the supplies. You couldn’t believe how much she grew to look like Kazutora. It was haunting and hard to deal with at times but she had nothing to do with it so the love for your child was enough distraction from how she was created. Before you could follow and help her, you heard a knock on your door. Your eyebrows furrow, not expecting anyone to have appeared so you ignore it.

Once the knocks stop, the ringing of your phone catches your attention. You snatch the device from your pocket and lift it to your ear.

“Hello?” You say to the unknown number.

“You have something of mine, and I’ve come to get it.” Before you could react, your windows were shattered as you crouched down and covered yourself. Immediately going into action, you run to the storage closet in the hallway to grab your child.

“Mama?” She cries out in surprise at the commotion.

“We have to go now!” You snatched her with one hand and pressed a contact with another.

“D-Draken! They broke i-!” Before you could finish, the phone was knocked out of your hand and you were forced to the ground, releasing your child in the process as she’s snatched by a person you hadn’t wanted to see.

“Awe, you really do have my eyes.” Kazutora says warmly with a smile as he holds your child in his arms, the poor girl crying in confusion and fear.

You're cuffed before you’re forced to stand up and face five of the men you never wanted to see.

“M-Mikey, please! She needs me! Don’t t-take her from me!” You yell in hopelessness, the tears falling uncontrollably as you watch Kazutora caress your daughter’s hair. The leader only stares down at you before turning on his heel and walking away, motioning for the other men to snatch you and follow.

“Wow, Y/n. You know, you really had us fooled.” Rin says as he grabs one arm. Ran stands on the other side and mimics his brother’s hold on the opposite arm.

“It’s silly really. We knew only an hour after you escaped and followed you up until this point.”

“You should be thanking the king for not killing you on the spot.” Sanzu growls with his head turned slightly back to make eye contact with you.

“On the bright side we can all be a family, now.” Kazutora beamed.

Truth be told though they would never say it out loud, they were all thankful that you hadn’t actually died. They found it humorous that you thought you could escape their radar at all. Now having been caught, you could only stare ahead, in hopes that if you comply, you could possibly come up with a plan to safely take your child and completely leave your past behind.

[kalembappe]

Kylian Mbappe-13, aftercare after your first time having sex together, Fluff /suggestive

Firsts | k.m. 7

a/n: sorry it took so long anon even if it's short but i still wanted make it a little sweet WAAAHH😭 (the pics r rlly random and idk where to put the keep reading thing without the pics glitching, sorry) wordcount:1308

“You’re always trying to get ahead of yourself.” In a blink of an eye, he’s already in front of you. With the many times you’ve seen him doze off, you didn’t think he was a light sleeper–but you digress, given that your boyfriend is now standing in front of you, clad in just grey boxers that looked way too good on him, his arms crossed on his chest.

And just to clarify, you weren’t getting ahead of yourself, you were just trying to make things convenient by doing it on your own, quietly.

It’s not the first time you shared a bed with each other, meaning there were other times that you indeed left the bed to go to the bathroom undetected. But this night wasn’t like those nights.

There’s nothing you can really say, you just didn’t wanna be caught struggling out of bed, but here you were. You sigh to yourself, unable to have the heart to tell him you were shy.

Kylian, the inconveniently observing man that he is, senses a slight discomfort from your lack of words. Arms untangling and finding themselves on your shoulders, brushing your hair away from your neck before falling back to his sides. “Are you okay?” You blink up at him, sputtering over words that won’t come out.

“I’m– yes.” It’s a flat answer but it’s not enough for him. Your eyes flick to the bathroom door, his gaze following yours for a split second.

  He looks back at you, “Were you trying to… what…pee?”

It catches your attention. You groan, “Ew, why do you care?” There’s a small quirk in his mouth that he forces in, trying not to laugh at how you’re reacting so violently, but ultimately he failed when he spent a second more looking at your bothered face. Your ears burn, “JUST…! Let me go to the bathroom.” It’s amusing to Kylian how you’re still the same after everything you’ve done together, with each other. He isn’t a stranger to your hostility, it’s more endearing to him now that you’re his. His reminiscence is cut short when you swing your feet over the bed, attempting to continue your mission but the numb feeling between your legs return, causing you to let out a strangled squirm.

This alerts Kylian, his eyes shifting into a more concerned expression.“ I can help you if you’re having a hard time.” It’s a warm sight, the moon barely peeking out the window but it’s still enough to light you from behind, small marks still fresh on the right side of your neck and a duvet wrapped on your front. You got a pout on your lips and that crinkle on your forehead that you give him when you think he’s being unreasonably annoying, he doesn’t have the heart to tell you how much it makes him feel whole.

He stares down at you, it feels intimidating from your receiving end, but it isn’t his intention. You’re always quick to fold when it’s him, case in point; two hours ago– or now, when his hand finds your face, the other resting on your neck rubbing soothingly. “What’s wrong?”

You’re putty in his hands, “Can you help me up?” With glossy eyes, you stare back at him. He can feel the warmth of your cheeks on his thumb as it rubbed up and down, he knows it’s mean but he likes it when you’re embarrassed, he finds it cute almost. He knows you, he knows you’re never one to stop yourself from talking the way you want to anyone, he knows you act out when you want to, but he also knows that he’s the only one who could get you hot and bothered. Without another second to contemplate, he lifts the duvet off you before bringing you flush to his chest in a bridal carry. You yelp, soon covering your own mouth when you remember there are other people in the building.

“You should’ve done that a while ago.” The comment catches you off guard, immediately responding with a smack to his head. He walks to the bathroom unbothered, your head tucked in his shoulder, warm skin and all.

He drops you on the counter, you flinch at the cold marble on your skin. He hears you curse quietly, drawing a snort from his nose. He feels a little bad knowing he’s the reason for your demise, but it’s already been done and all he can do is make up for it. A displeased look graces your features when your face meets his, not too far from each other.

“Are you gonna watch me use the toilet too?”

“I don’t know, will you be able to walk yourself there?” Again, he leaves you in a mess of stutters. “What are you so red about?”

“Ky, I’m nearly naked!” The words echo in the bathroom, your arms instinctively wrap closer around yourself as if it were an admission. Your boyfriend stands there, with his wide brown eyes that could coax you into anything, he didn’t expect you to be so flustered.

But what you did expect is how Kylian laughs with his chest in response. It’s hearty, and it makes you warm–it doesn’t help with all the emotions clashing on you. “Ma belle, I’ve seen everything at this point!” You hide your face in your hands, unable to look at the cackling man.

  If it wasn’t clear enough, this is new territory you’re dealing with. You’ve known Kylian for as long as you can remember, you’ve been through a lot. You’ve had many firsts, many of his are with you, all of yours are with him.

You’ve done a lot of very embarrassing things in front of each other even, yet you still flush at his light teasing and hands that linger on your body. It never made sense to you how someone could be so uncertain about something yet crave it so deeply. Until now.

He stares sweetly, sympathizing with your state. “I wasn’t going to leave anyway.” You feel him nudge your elbow; a signal to let him see your face–steadily, you do. Sometimes, he thinks, you could physically catch his breath, no, steal it. He stares at you like he’s seen the sun for the first time, you fight the urge to hide again. He steals a chaste kiss, unable to resist himself, “I still have to take care of you. You can barely walk.”

“No thanks to you.” He smirks at your wit, you never let up, always having the last word. So close can share them between your lips, his nose brushes against yours like it always does when you part from a kiss.

Something else you did notice was how he’s more handsy now. As if he’s claiming every part of your flesh he could reach, leaving his hands on you just to touch. Like now, his hands are rubbing your hips, pinky gaining closer to the swell of your ass that’s been sitting on the counter. “I wasn’t too rough, was I?” It's a genuine question but it still makes your heart beat a little faster.

He knows you’re about to fall into old habits when you're looking down again, away from him, but this time you press flush and bury your face in his neck, arms wrapping around his torso. He doesn’t see your face, but the touch is enough.

  “Just a little.” You answer late. He repeats in a whisper “A little?”, the breath tickles the shell of your ear and it has you giggling like an idiot. He apologizes, you forgive him with another kiss that turns sloppy, the taste of wine from your dinner still strong on his tongue as it swipes against yours upon entering your mouth. Hands are on you again. Warm and greedy, getting ahead of himself.

[mediacinemtographyartetc]

God isn't Tumblr just the best?

I love when I write a comment agreeing with OP then getting attacked by some rando, defending myself then told I'm unsufferable? Wow, okay. And what caused all this? A steven Universe argument. If ever before I thought the SU fans were psychos this makes me never want to talk to anyone online about kids shows because there rabid. So - minecraft came out and this was the response.

So I'm of the opinion that just because it's a "Kids show-" doesn't give it the excuse of it being straight up garbage the PROBLEM however is that as SOON as the discussion is about kids shows or speicifically, using SU as an example all of a sudden people jump to conclusions and in turn act childish themselves and can't have a normal civil conversation without making a topic like SU go from 0-100 real quick.

So a Tumblr Post wrote this;

Which I agreed with and wrote a comment saying;

What was wrong with this? tell me like I'm five- because how could someone see this and go "Yeah thats a bad take and I'm gonna have a problem with it." Look if a show like Voltron is like "It's about war," but then makes you care for characters like, Allura, Lance, Lotor and Kuron ONLY to just ruin them then use the excuse-

"It's a kids show, it's not that serious-" But with word limits I didn't use that (Didn't even think i HAD to) to explain.

...Okay? This comment just felt passive aggresive, and it rubbed me the wrong way thinking, "Why are you upset?" Or maybe I'm wrong maybe their just really passionate - but this is sarcastic, who knows? So either this is going to be an argument OR I'm just taking it the wrong way so I ASKED-

I knew where it was going so I tried to write "It's a kids show don't take it too seriously," because I thougt that would make them chill out and discuss like adults, but yeah- EVERYONE agrees SU is good 90% they in every single episode spoke about dark complex themes and look peridot fighting back against yellow WAS good writing, but the last season final was rushed (and that wasn't the crews fault, they had problems so we'll allow it) and yeah they fixed these problems a little with SUfuture that the events of that time did have an impact (but of course word limit, and I just assumed everyone was on the same page- we ALL know SU is unless you lived under a rock and yeah that it handled facism of colonising military gems taking over planets, but when compared to AITA and how THAT included themes of war one is better than the other)

Now THIS is why I got annoyed and assumed this person was just an asshole- any type of conversation went out the window because no where did I put-

"This 14 year old didn't execute his aunts?" where did I write that in the previous replys? This person was just twisting what I was saying- so anymore responses would've led to this, and the mental gymnastics to understand THEIR pov and the passive aggresive tone as if I was some stick figure to their argument like hell I was going to waste my time, at that point I took it as an attack and thought fuck this, theres no point to it.

And yeah I'm being rude- but they were being rude first, at that point I just wanted nothing to do with it anymore and just go on with my life, and when I said that they were confusing I was admitting that maybe I'm the one whose taking it wrong, so either way we should've both agreed to disagree and move on- nope.

Yeah but using the "14 year old didn't kill his aunts," implies thats my take and why I think SU was a badly written show, and trying to explain thats NOT my reasoning is just detracting onto the actual problems of SU (Which when I used SU as an example I thought it would make it EASIER, I had no idea that people would just JUMP to conclusions on where people are coming from and having SCRIPTED arguments instead of idk READING WHAT THE PERSON IS CURRENTLY WRITING)

And yeah this person was right - but that wasn't my argument, there was a formula with Su that was repitive with all seasons, and they discussed and fixed problems and seemed to be doing fine- like Stevens birthday party, or Steven and Connies fight, or even Peridot standing up to yellow= GOOD WRITING the finale of SU= Rushed writing.

And if people in charge of companies didn't use the excuse of "It's a kids show-" THEIR meaning being "Kids are dumb and won't notice or even care so if it's rushed or crap it won't matter lets just cancel the show-" But it's frustrating that SU could've ended better if companies treat kids shows with the respect of adult shows?

What? THIS person was the one who was being antoganstic but I was supposed to respect THEIR thought pattern, but instead of just clarfying when I FREAKIN ASKED - instead of starting the convo headstrong with a sarcastic remark then have the nerve to think "WHy is this person upset?" Why should I talk to anyone who was being rude then give THEM the benefit of the doubt?

It was hard to take anything they said as a discussion. when I had already saw EVERY response as an attack, my original comment was

"If a kids show has dark themes they should handle those dark themes well, and if it's written terribly shouldn't use a lazy excuse like "It's just a kids show." to write hot garbage and call it a day-"

Just to get met with "gOod ThIng tHe bAd gUyS tAkInG oVeR iSn'T a mAtUrE aNd dArK tHEme~" Like what was your problem? If someone writes something edgy that a 12 year old on devientart would write but THEN say "Oh this is just as good as Hunger games! It's written just as well-" for me to watch it and think, "You WISH you were hunger games," and pointing that out DOESN'T mean I the material, just that it didn't do well. SU was a story that talked out their problems and found other solutions to fix a problem without the use of violence. And thats good, but there are some episodes of SU that DID NOT HANDLE THEM WELL.

And when people point that out- like they would ANY literature or Medium regardless if it was a kids cartoon, or an adults movie or book it's still the same! Or if people there ARE moments you think, okay it is a kids show it's allowed some leeway- but then you compare SU to Avatar, to Samurai Jack, to Teen Titans, to Star wars clone wars and SU falls short. (Doesn't mean its a bad show) And yes absoluetly SU had bad writing - not just bad but some things thats really fucked up to normalise to kids. (2001) Hole. A movie where a girl had a crush on a guy and she had the key to this hole, all these kids went in, saw it was locked and ended up starving on food (Kiera knightly died in this one) and after one of them by being driven insane as only three were left, killed his bff when he opened the last can of pepsi. The girl who had the key the whole time, who could realise them at any moment who had their death on her hands- kept them locked up to emotionally manipulate the guy into liking her back-

Sound familiar? SADIE did the same thing and emotionally manipulated LARS and the two made out on the island (where SHE knew where the portal was and HID it) she dragged Lars AND steven a CHILD onto an island for how many weeks just to turn around and say- "I did it for you lars, I did it to help you-" thas abusive. And people still like Sadie and that episode portrayed Sadie as in the right, for lying, manipulating and putting Lars and Steven in danger- Next episode, Lars lies to hand out with the cool kids, lie Sadie he's justified right? Not as if he's killing anyone- oh no he's in the wrong AGAIN and ends up getting a drink that burns his mouth, something only gems can withstand and he could barely speak (or defend himself) as Sadie ripped into him and said that is was HIS fault. Also Lars died. Hair pink, trapped in space running for his life-

And yet HERE'S sadie complaining about the double shifts (Which she could just...not do? Dying is a good reason to not come into work) and makes it all about LARS - bitch he DIED.

so anyway that was a trainwreck, and YES I am aware that sometimes I AM the problem I am just a dumb person who misreads and flys of the handle that would give elphaba a run for her money. But anyway I moved on, figured we were both not on the same wavelength but that persons comments just rubbed me the wrong way and I couldn't help but see every response as someone condescending but then get this after.

I've watched the show, and if I used it as an excuse I don't need the entire premise explained to me like I'm a child. But I disagree that this is fine writing, I've watched tons of cartoons, read tons of books and watched tons of movies that have explained a nuance morally grey character who is trapped in their role much more better- I am forgiving of SU and the Crew because they were under time constraints and had limited episodes to get their point across.

SUfuture actually fixes the problems of WD and the other diamonds who carry on completely oblivious to their actions and think that talking it out and forgive and forget is good for everyone (until Steven possesed WD and tried to shatter her forehead diamond)

But first time watching SU the finale, being told thats the end at that point people are allowed to say that the forumla for every episode of SU has been consistent BUT the final episodes and a few leading up to it weren't written with the same expertise as the first few episodes. I think the french fry kid working for his dad and trying to play with steven and feeling too old for it- did a much better job of detailing a person trapped in their role better than WD did at the end. I compare SU to ITSELF, first season writing was good, final was rushed.

And thats a fact, which is why no one praises SU as much as they praise ATLA.

I'm sorry to say this is a little bit (no offense) a chronically online take. No one outside the internet thinks that a kid show teaches kids real life lessons- most people look down on kids shows and on adults who watch it- INCLUDING the executive of Disney themselves. Kids shows are now just used as a free babysitter to give the parents some peace, and some shows ARE good and aren't lazy and treat kids with the respect they deserve but thats not true for all of it.

9/10 everytime someone says; "It's just a kids show." They mean.

a. Don't take it seriously, it's just a dumb show no speical meaning. b. Its NOT supposed to be that deep or profound its a generic show. c. the producers/writers don't try as hard knowing no one would care if the writing was shit.

Like Voltron- Bex Taylor said "This isn't JUST a kids show it's about war-" but then handled it terribly, like forget it's a kids show- forget the stupid ship wars as a story, making us care for Lotor?

Why give us this? Why give us a DND episode making the fans feel bad for Kuron and in the forumula of writing REDEEM these two characters JUST for the producers/writers to act shocked when the fanbase was upset thinking why did they kill off these characters? Why give Lance a sword when he barely used it? Why say one moment "It's about war-" Only to then turn around and say "Oh yeah nevermind," Lance almost died in the second season and the characters reacted to that Shiro HAD ptsd-

ALLLL forgotten, Lance ACTUALLY died in S5 no one cared, and shiro's PTSD? poof gone, what PTSD? But the fandom can't complain- we're then labelled as psychos who take KIDS CARTOONS TOO SERIOUSLY.

That actually wasn't my point- this was what I wrote and I'll admit yeah- my point was above with the Voltron rant- but I LOST my point when so many people kept distracting from the argument saying-

"Oh people are angry that Steven didn't kill his aunts-"

"Thats not what I said-" "Oh not YOU, people in general-"

Then why bring that up!? What does that add or take away from my original comment?

I agree with this but now I'm even more confused (more at myself really this is like mental rubix cube) because now I'm thinking wait- Did I write or imply that SU wasn't about facism, is that why people are upset? No I didn't write it, but thats why I'm frustrated because people are thinking of others and in their mind they have the evidence - I can't read peoples thoughts I'm not thinking of what they're thinking off, so yeah I know SU but any bad takes? I'm out the loop but these comments or focused on bad takes OTHERS have said and applied that to ME- hence the strawman argument.

People who assume instead of reading what the person is saying have a script because of discussions they've had with others. So a simple "If a kid show has dark themes but it's handled badly the writers should take responsibility to do better not assume kids are stupid and being lazy," And it snowballed to this.

So overall- pretty much done with that- at the time it felt like an attack, that my words were twisted and just annoyed that a person was using me for a stick-man argument and just made ASSUMPTIONS about what I was saying and wondered why it was rubbing me the wrong way.

Then months later having forgotten all about it. Get this.

I don't care, yet you spend the time to make the comment- what did you want out of this a cookie? THink I'm just going to sit here and be insulted when I thought I was completely justifiable in my responses over defending myself.

What have I learned from this? Kids shows- especially Steven Universe- BRINGS OUT THE WORST IN PEOPLE (and I'm including myself in there) Yes Steven universe was a good show, but jesus some of the writing isn't that great.

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Let’s Talk About Sex

let’s talk about sex: salt-n-pepa

MDNI

bakugou x fem!reader

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wc: 1.7k

all characters are aged up!!!! like 18-19 ish

cw: praise, established relationship, inexperienced, virgins but not virginity loss, dirty talk, sex talk (idk man just go with it), dry humping if you squint, oral (fem receiving), fingering, mentions of masterbation again if you squint.

this has just been sittin in my drafts for forever

You were a virgin, both of you were, never going past heated make out sessions and fleeting touches, never having the courage. However, after spending the day with your friends talking about their experiences with guys, you haven’t been able to get yourself off knowing there was something more pleasurable to be explored. Of course you knew about head, the gist of it that is, where you would like to be touched, speed, pressure, but actually experiencing it was something completely different. It has been so difficult trying to rub one out after things got a little too intense with Bakugou. So after hearing about how heavenly getting eaten out was, naturally you wanted to see what it was like for yourself.

You walk out of your bedroom to find him splayed across your couch in a comfortable manner, before going up to him. “Suki, can you um… can you sit up. I need to talk to you.�� Your words ring in his head and the constant fear that you’re going to leave him instantly surfaces in his mind.

He clears his throat before sitting up to which you invite yourself to sit cutely in a cross cross applesauce manner in front of him. Shorts riding up in the process so only a little fabric is visible below your his sweatshirt.

“What about, baby? Somethin wrong?” He tries to sound cool but internally he is just waiting for the ‘it’s not you it me’ conversation. Seconds feel like minutes as you try to gain your composure enough to get the sentence out.

“Um you know how I was over at F/N’s the other day?” You ask and he nods tentatively. “W-well we were talking about um… well we were talking about s-sex. And they were telling me about what it’s like when a guy eats you out… a-and the way they were describing it… it just seems like it would feel so good.” You say sighing dreamily at what it might feel like.

Bakugous brain has stopped working, cheeks flushed a pretty pink. Not a thought behind his eyes other than pleasuring you in a new way, until an influx of worries began to plague his mind. Were you asking him for head? He didn’t know how to do that! Why now, you never seemed very interested before?!Were you waiting for him to make the first move but decided he took too long? Just. Why now?

“O-okay but where’s this comin from? You went over there like a week ago? Why not ask when you got back?” He asks genuinely so confused.

“So um after that conversation I couldn’t stop thinking about,” You take a moment to point at his head then point between your legs, “and it made me r-really um… horny… I guess is the word. But every time I would try to help myself, I would start to imagine it was y-you then it would get ruined cause it wasn’t you.” You shyly look up from your lap with innocent eyes that beg for him to understand.

“You think about me when you…” He inquires but it isn’t so much a question more so adoration that you see him in your mind at your most intimate moments.

“W-well yea! Don’t you- don’t you think about me?” The second half comes off quieter than you intended but he hears it anyway. No verbal answer was said but the blush on his cheeks darkening gives you all the answer you need.

“So,” He clears his throat as to sound more composed, “You want me to eat you out? M not sure what i’m doing…” He says dejectedly and you think that’s his way of saying no. Bakugou sees the way your shoulders instinctively sink in disappointment so he makes the second part of his statement quick. “But I wanna learn! um, I wanna learn how to make you feel good… if you’ll teach me…”

“Really?” He can see the excitement etch your features as you look in his eyes for any regret of saying yes. “F’ course baby. Why wouldn’t I wanna get between my pretty girls thighs?” He says a little more confident now, bringing his hands down to squeeze at the plush of your thighs before lifting you to straddle him. He moves his hand up your waist landing on the back of your neck, thumb rubbing circles on your jaw before guiding you to kiss him. Immediately it was heated tongues beginning to explore each other’s mouths. It’s everything you would want in a kiss, the only way you could physically show your passion for one another so far but it was all about to change when you subtly roll your hips against his seeking friction. Seeing how he wasn’t appalled by your newly lewd behavior he thinks it’s hot you once again move your hips forward, letting out a small whimper into his mouth. You were about to do it again too if it weren’t for him flipping you on your back, him above you continuing the kiss.

“Mm can’t have you cummin on my lap sweets. Want the first time you let go with me to be on my tongue. Wanna taste you.” Bakugou purrs into your ear, kissing down your neck, slowly moving his body towards your womanhood. Stopping at your shorts, he looks up at you gauging your reaction to a slow lick below your belly button. The action making you shudder in anticipation. His fingers hook at the sides of your shorts awaiting your permission to undress you. “Can I take em off pretty?” You nod nervously.

Suddenly, the thought of this being the first time a man will see your most intimate places has you shutting your eyes tightly, not wanting to see his reaction. But this was also his first time seeing a pussy, he was never one to dabble in porn, always being able to get the job done with the imagery in his mind alone. He pulled them down, underwear too in the process and you gasped audibly at the chilly air hitting your cunt so suddenly. The fact that he is quiet for a while makes you even more nervous until you feel his finger take a curious swipe through your folds.

“Jesus fucking christ” He whispers as he sees the wetness that secreted from your hole. In hearing that the first thing your mind goes to is he thinks it’s gross, that is until you open your eyes to see him sucking your essence off his finger, eyes rolling back at the taste of you.

“Suki, please want it so bad it hurts.” You pout at him wiggling your hips to try and catch your clit on something, anything for some relief.

“Aww my poor baby, tell your Suki where it hurts so he can kiss it better.” He coos, loving the way your eyes are glossing over from gaining pleasure in his words alone.

“Right here Suki, n-need it right here.” You let your hand drag down to your throbbing nub, aching for some kind of friction, and giving it a few tight circles before reluctantly pulling away. He stairs at the spot you showed him trying to commit it to memory. Pshh what’s all this about not finding the clit? You just showed him where it was! How are other men struggling with this? He leans down to cautiously make the first swipe of his tongue across the bundle of nerves trying to see if he was doing it right. But after seeing your hips jolt, eyes rolling back at the foreign feeling, he figures he’s at least got this down.

He continues to lap at your clit in small short licks trying to get one thing right at a time. Bakugou feels your hand gravitate to his hair, fingers intwining themselves with the strands as you gently start to pull. The groan that leaves his mouth is enough to tell you how much he likes the slight burning sensation as you pull. He’s licking and licking and licking until you say something, “S-suck it Suki, fuck me with your fingers while you suck.” His eyes widen at your wording but ultimately enjoys the noticeable sign that you’re getting more comfortable.

Bakugou slowly brings his finger to your entrance, collecting some of your wetness onto it before carefully slipping it inside of you. And just when you thought it couldn’t feel any better, he finally began to suck on your clit, moaning around you at your taste, the vibrations sending pleasurable jolts through you. His finger moves in and out of you smoothly, reaching places your tiny fingers couldn’t. Just a little more and you would for sure cum. Once he sees that your hole is big enough to comfortably accommodate his finger he adds another creating a pleasurable stretch.

“Oh god yes, fuuuck yes! C-curl your fingers! Please p-please!” Your eyes have officially shut, brows furrowed basking in how intoxicating it feels. He does as you say, curling his fingers upward grazing against a small spongy spot inside of you. All the while still basically making out with your nub.

“Right there! Don’t stop— d-dont stop… Oh my fucking god! K-katsukiiii!” You moan out pornographically, hips rolling onto his tongue and hand chasing your orgasm. And he knows when it hits, core tightening around his fingers so hard he thinks they may break, thighs shooting up to squish his head in between them, fingers still dancing through his hair albeit harder now desperately trying to get him to keep going.

Once the after shocks die down, you lie limp on the couch, cum dripping from your throbbing hole.

“How *pant* are you *pant* so fucking *pant* good at that?!” He licks your excess juice off his lips before he answers.

“So I did okay?” He asks nervously, way out of character for him.

“Are you fucking kidding me?! You just made me cum the hardest I ever have and you’re asking me if you did okay?! Yes! God fucking yes you did so good.” you assure him.

His cocky nature returning to him as he hears your praise, leaning down to whisper sexily in your ear, “Course I did, I’m Katsuki fuckin Bakugou. Now spread those legs again pretty. Still gotta stick my tongue in this pussy.”

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you said soft bordy thoughts.. idk how soft this is but like, him having a bad day and he just needs you. you come home to find him sitting at the edge of the bed with tears in his eyes and when he sees you he breaks. and you just stand between his legs and wipe his tears before wrapping your arms around him. and his head's resting on your stomach while he cries, your hand in his hair trying to calm him down

that was a lot sorry <3

ahhh riri this is amazing!!!

under the cut!

warnings: not proofread

"babe, i'm home!" you called out as you walked through the front door of your shared apartment in san jose, dropping your bag next to the door as you started taking off your shoes. but the silence that filled the whole place was a bright red flag to you that something was wrong.

"thom?" you called out again, walking around trying to find him. finally, when you opened the door of the bedroom, you saw him sitting on the edge of the bed, elbowz resting on his knees, head in his hands.

"thom, baby, what's wrong?" you asked quickly as you approached him, your voice making him look up at you. his eyes were glossy and red, making hou frown a bit. the two of you stared at the other for a couple of seconds before a tear fell from thom's eye. you were quick to wipe it away before wrapping your arms around his shoulder and bringing his head into your stomach, playing with his hair a bit.

"it's okay, love, let it out." you whispered soflty, and that's when he completely broke down, tears after tears falling from his eyes, small sniffs and sobs being heard as well. you held him close to you, rubbing his cheek softly with one hand, and scratching his head with the other.

"i-i'm sor-ry." he struggled to say through his sobs, making your heart ache.

"thom, you have nothing to be sorry for. it happens to all of us." you whispered again, pulling his head away from you so you could look at him. you thumb passed right under his eyes, wiping his tears again. you then pressed a small kiss to his forehead, before resting yours against his.

"what happened?"

"today's j-just been shit. i-i was horrible in practice and t-then the media kept asking me a bunch of question a-about what the journalists say. it's just too much." he explained, closing his eyes. barely a couple of hours ago, when the two of you had woken up, bordy had read an article about how he was "not doing any good to the team by the way he was playing recently" which has affected him a lot. you told him to ignore him, cause 'what the hell does robert who still lives in his mom's basement know' which had made him laugh a bit.

you had hoped this wouldn't affect him that badly, but you were clealry wrong. you sighed a bit before laying down on the bed, opening your arms for him.

"c'mere." you said, he sent you a small smile before laying down on top of you, his head resting on your chest.

"babe, we've already talked about this. you cant let them get to you--"

"my dad said he agreed with them." he soflty cut you off, and now you understood why he was really upset about the situation. you knew his dad's opinion was one of the most important one to him, so this was hitting him hard.

"oh, tommy. i think you're doing amazing, babes. and yeah, maybe you're not doing your best, but it happens fo everyone. no one's perfect and everyone makes mistakes. just because right now isn't going well doesn't mean you're bad, love." you tried to make him feel better, but you knew that it probably help him that much. but you were proven wrong when he lifted himself up a bit and pressed his lips to yours.

"you're amazing, you know that?"

"i try my best." you answered with a soft smile before pulling him back down for another kiss.

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Hi bestie!!

I want to request draco fingering y/n cause I feel like he would be so good at that 😻

jealousy, jealousy | d.m

draco malfoy x fem!reader

summary : draco getting jealous of you kissing harry

warning : NSFW! smut, swearing, praising, degrading (not really idk), in public, female recieving

word count : 2.1K

a/n : this doesn't actually have anything to do with liv's song but 🤷🏻‍♀️

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"Draco what the fuck!"

Your voice was vibrating through the walls, breath short as you chased Draco down an empty corridor. It was late, students are off to bed but you and Draco had to patrol around the castle as it was your prefect duty. "Merlin, you are being stupid y'know that?" You shouted at him, your hand extending out to reach him but once again missed as he moved to walk faster.

Draco stopped in his track as he heard the words slip past your lips, "Oh, I'm the stupid one?" His words cut sharp into the thick atmosphere as he turned his body to face you, his towering figure looking down at you with piercing bright eyes.

"Yes, you are!" You huffed, walking closer to his figure that repels the moonlight slipping in through the open spaces of the building. "What the fuck is your problem, Draco?" The pitch of your voice gliding higher as you got closer to the boy.

Even in the half-lit hallway, you could make out his face, every feature of his glowing. "You! You are my problem" His jaw tightens at the mention of you, his figure going stiff as you froze in front of him.  "So what do you do when I'm not around, huh? Snog the whole Gryffindor house?" You could feel the anger and disappointment radiating off of him.

"W–What are you talking abou-"

"Oh don't be like that, I saw how you were with Potter" Draco moved as he took small steps towards you, cutting off your sentence before you could get everything out, "I thought you said you were gonna study with him" He folded his arms in front of his chest, huffing out as he waited for your response.

"I was studying with him!" You mimicked his movement, standing straight to fold your arms in front of your chest, looking up to challenge the taller boy.

He lifted his brows at your words as if he didn't believe a single word you just said. "Oh sweetheart, I don't think studying involves shoving your tongue down his throat" His chuckles were dark, teasing you knowing he caught you doing something you weren't supposed to be doing.

You didn't feel bad anymore, the anger in you started to overpower all the other emotions trying to peek out. "Why do you care? It's nothing to you!" You spat out the words from the back of your throat, taking another step until you could smell the peppermint and citrus of his cologne dancing around him.

"I don't" He simply said,

"You know what..." Your voice barely above a whisper, dropping your arms to your sides as your fist form a ball "...'m not gonna stand here and let you be an asshole just because you're jealous" Your light words left your lips as your rushed to move away from him, your shoulder bumping his arm as you marched to leave him.

He didn't follow you at first, your legs kept moving to take steps away from the still boy "Take that back..." You heard him, his footsteps started to echo down the hallway, faster and faster until you felt his balmy palm closing around your bicep, pulling you back onto his chest to turn you in your spot. "Fucking take that back, Y/N!" You kept your gaze on his chest, his voice loud and sharp as it cuts your circulation.

You took a moment to look up, trailing your gaze up his chest to meet his eyes, those piercing grey eyes looking down at you as roaring fire burns behind those cold orbs. "Make me" The words left your lips as you watched him, how the two of you were so close in each other's embrace forgetting that this universe was not just yours and his.

And for a moment the world went silent, everything was still and it was just the two of you in rays of the moonlight, standing in the middle of the half-lit hallways of the castle you call home. But that wasn't exactly true, home isn't just a place, home is a person, and it looks like you might have just found another home, standing in front of you– towering over you as the anger still lay beneath all his calm emotions.

You watched as his eyes traced your face, moving slowly as it went back and forth to your lips. His jaw tightens as his mind scrambles with the thought of you and your lips.

It was wrong per se, you have been friends from before Hogwarts and it seems wrong to think of you in such a filthy way, but his mind was loud, too loud to control until he stopped the tumultuous shouting in his head, crashing his lips on yours– pushing you backward until your back thud against the stone wall in between the pane glass window of the hallway.

"Yeah? s'this what you want?" His lips left yours for a second, coming up for air before latching back down onto your jugular, sucking light purple hues right under your ear. "'m asking, is this what you want?" He asked again, the sensation on your neck loosened as you got your mind straight.

You still couldn't answer his question, groaning against him as your fingers found their way up to his body, scratching the material of his robe to hold on to anything you could. "Tell me to stop and I'll stop Y/N" His muffled groan vibrated through your body and straight into your panties, the tingly feeling in your stomach coming to life when you felt a wet patch attached to your cunt.

You shook your head, pleas slipping past your lips as you were putty in your best friend's arm "N-No please don't stop" The noises coming out of your mouth sound pathetic. Everything from the deepest part of your dream was coming true. How you have been longing for his touch, curious as to how his warm skin would burn into yours, conceiving an addictive effect much like drugs.

For the longest time you have tried so hard to keep all your emotions away, he was your best friend and you were his, you weren't meant to do what lovers do, but here you were. Tangled in each other arms in the middle of the hallway where anyone could pass by, couldn't even make it to a closed space.

Your eyes stayed close, savoring the sensation of how his hands roamed your body, slipping past your shirt to grasp every inch of your skin. You needed more and you were sure he did too, but then he pulled away. His lips leaving your skin felt like a thousand blades dropping on you at once.

"Would you look at that..." His mouth trails your hairline, murmuring words into you "...it's the Gryffindor tower, I wonder if Potter s'still awake" He was quick to turn you around, moving you to stand in front of the window outlooking the great Gryffindor tower not too far from where you stood.

You didn't know what he was planing, the nerves in your stomach exploding as you waited seconds that felt like days for him to continue with his actions. "Let's put on a show shall we..." His lips lingered on the shell of your ear "...a special show for your precious Potter" His hands began to roam you again, slipping past the fabric of your clothes to trace your skin.

You couldn't answer him with your words, rather just nod and grunt as he pushed his crotch into you, making sure you could feel the hard outline of his hard-on pressed up against your butt. Everything was going on at once, you couldn't focus on just one action. The feeling of his lips, his hands, his body, his cock, all rubbing up on you, drenching your panties that lie beneath your skirt.

"Desperate are we?" He chuckled to himself, his hands slithering down your body until he reached your exposed thighs, your skirt riding up as you continued to grind your butt into him.

"Shut up" You mumbled, your hands steadying yourself on the windowpane as Draco continued to roam every inch of your body. You couldn't see it but you felt it, one of his hands circling to move your panties to the side, leaving your cunt bare for him to trace the outer lips of your cunt, gathering all the dripping juices to better slick your pussy.

"No y/n, you're gonna shut up" His fingers slip past your clenching hole, diving deep into your cunt as the sliver rings that sat on his fingers made contact with your clit, jolting you up when the cool sensation hit your heat.

Your mind started to go blank once again as you took all the pleasure he was giving you. His fingers diving deep into you as your juices leaked down your thighs. "S-Shit... feel s'good" Your back arced as the time goes on, slurring your words as you turned to mush under his control.

"I bet you'd let him do this too huh?..." His voice so deep behind you as his free hand went to roam your chest "...play with your pretty little pussy" He slipped the buttons of your shirt through the hole as the lining of your bra peeked through the half-open material.

You cursed and whined, trying to control your moans as he started to scissor his fingers inside you, stretching you out from the inside "Well guess what darling..." His lips lingered, tracing kisses up your neck, sucking the sweet spot under your ear "...you're mine now, got it?"

You could feel your orgasm peeking through the corner, your mind going foggy as you felt your breasts slipping out from under you and into the open air. "Y-Yours... O-Only yours" You chanted the words like a prayer, locking the statement in your mind that you're his and only his.

By now you were half-naked, rocking your hips into him as you chased your orgasm. Your breasts pressing up against the cool pane window as his fingers curled to hit the spongey spot inside you. Anybody in the Gryffindor tower could've seen you and Draco, you were just praying they didn't.

It didn't take long for your breath to become short, you could practically feel your heartbeat vibrating through your body, rocking you to orgasm. "Oh n-no, shit 'm gonna cum..." You whined as you threw your head back, your nails digging into the boy's forearm. "...please can I c-cum" You waited for his answer, the coil in your stomach kicking you in the guts, begging to be let out.

"Y'wanna cum on my fingers?" You couldn't answer him, repeatedly nodding pleading for him to give you permission. "Go on then" His voice tuned out, the world going silent once again as you let go of the burning coil in your abdomen. Coating his fingers in more of your juices as he continued to pump his fingers into you, helping you ride out your high.

You felt your legs going numb, shaking as you struggled to keep yourself up. Your head spinning as you felt his fingers leaving your cunt, trailing it up your body until you were met with his fingers– slick with your orgasm, proding at your mouth "Open up" The tone in his voice completely changed into a more nurturing demeanor.

You obeyed him, leaning back onto him as you parted your lips, accepting his fingers into your mouth before sucking on them. "Good girl... didn't even need to tell you what to do" You heard him, your chest still heaving as he trailed his mouth on the side of your face.

He slowly pulled his fingers out, leaving your mouth with a pop before helping you to dress. Buttoning your shirt as he turned you in your spot, finally getting a view at your flushed face. You watched him with amusement as your breath started to get back to normal, your gaze locking his as his hand moved to caress your cheeks, bringing your lips to his once more.

"Too bad Potter didn't see that"

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[heyiwrotesomethings]

hello!! May I request a Rei Batsubami one-shot where reader (she/her) gets insecure and jealous because Rei is so popular with girls? Thank you!

Nothing to Worry About

Rei Batsubami x She/ Her Reader

A/N: I wasn’t sure what pronouns Rei prefers. The wikis I looked at use some variation of he/they/she depending on what phase of the season they were in. Since this is taking place before Rei gets to write themself back into the family I decided on using they/them. Now that I think about it, they/she or she/they probably would be more accurate idk. Hope this is alright! Word Count: 964

“Rei-san, I’ve been looking for you!”

“Me too!”

“Same!”

(Y/n) watched from the sidelines, a displeased frown easily readable upon her lips. She knew that Rei was gathering votes for something big, but she didn’t like how easily all these other girls flocked to them looking for their attention. Neither did she like how soft and kind Rei was when dealing with them nor the gentle, consoling way Rei would smile and touch their shoulders and hands.

(Y/n)’s dagger like glare went unnoticed and the girls took their sweet time putting their votes into Rei’s box before finally parting ways. (Y/n) was so busy glaring at their backs that she failed to notice Rei come up to her until they were leaning against her.

“What’s wrong?” Rei asked, rubbing (Y/n)’s shoulders.

“Nothing.” (Y/n) grumbled unconvincingly.

“I find that hard to believe. You’re really tense. Talk to me.”

(Y/n) exhaled harshly through her nose, mulling over how to voice what they were feeling. Just as she found the courage to speak what had been on her mind and parted her lips, another group of giggling girls came up to surround Rei with votes and other little homemade gifts.

Rei treated the girls cordially, yet swiftly. When the last of the girls finally departed, Rei turned around to address (Y/n) again, only to find her gone. Worried, they immediately began their search for her. They knew something was wrong and they wouldn’t be a very good partner if they didn’t give her the support she needed. They walked through the halls giving the girls who wished for them to stop for a chat quick apologies and kind smiles as they kept up their search.

“Looking for someone?”

“Totobami-sama, Yumi-san, good afternoon,” Rei bowed, “Yes, I am looking for someone. Have you seen my girlfriend come through here by chance?”

“Oh! Yeah, I think I saw her!” Yumi nodded excitedly. “I think we passed her on our way inside.”

“Thank you. I’ll be going then.”

“Just a moment, Rei.” Terano said, causing Rei to pause.

“I’ve heard whispers that you are collecting votes. Have you decided to join in on Kirari’s little game after all?”

“I may or may not have something in mind. Nothing worthy of your attention I assure you.” Rei bowed again. “Good day to you.”

Terano lingered on Rei’s expression for a few more seconds before closing her eyes with indifference.

“Good day.” She said in return, dropping the subject. She motioned for Yumi to continue and they went about their day while Rei went outside to search the grounds.

Rei was worried that Terano was onto them, but they didn’t have time to dwell on that now. This whole stupid election could wait until after they found out what was going on with (Y/n).

“There you are,” Rei sighed audibly with relief when they found (Y/n) laying under a tree not far from the main walkway, “why did you disappear on me? Are you sick?”

“I’m fine,” (Y/n) huffed, “go back to whatever harem you’ve got going on in there. I don’t care.”

“Harem?” Rei chuckled, taking a seat beside (Y/n). “You mean the girls giving me their votes?”

“What else would I be referring to?” (Y/n) frowned, crossing her arms tightly. “And they give you way more than votes. Don’t pretend to be so surprised.”

“You don’t need to be jealous of them. You know you’re the only girl for me, right?” Rei snuck their hand underneath (Y/n)’s bicep and tugged her arm free. Then they caught (Y/n)’s hand and held it between both of theirs.

“Sometimes I just don’t know.” (Y/n) sniffled. “Part of me is glad all of these girls are as enraptured with you as I am. That they see you as I do, how you deserved to be seen, but then… there are so many of them and surely some of them would be better for you than me. I don’t know.” She said, her hand shaking in Rei’s hold.

“You’ve known me forever and no one knows the struggles the Bami Families have put me through like you do. You even transferred schools to support me here. None of them can hold a candle to you.” Rei pulled (Y/n) into their chest and kissed the top on her head. “I’ll be more firm against their advances from now on. Votes be damned. If you’re ever feeling insecure about my feelings for you, please tell me and I will tell you how much you mean to me every time.”

“You don’t have to do that, I’m being silly.”

“Your feelings aren’t silly—”

“Oh! There they are!”

“Rei-san, good afternoon!”

“Please accept our votes!”

“We made you a treat!”

The group of girls circled around and (Y/n) tried to sit up, only for Rei to hold firm.

“Thank you. This is all very nice. Especially these treats you all worked so hard on, my girlfriend loves these.”

“Oh… is that right?” Some the the girls looked downtrodden while others pouted and a couple even glared at (Y/n).

“Yes, we really appreciate your kindness, but I must ask you all to give us some space. We’re having an important discussion right now.”

A bunch of muddled affirmatives left the group and they all walked away, some nosy girls glancing behind their shoulders to try to catch a hint of what they could be talking about before continuing on.

“Now they’re mad at us.” (Y/n) sighed, idly munching on one of the treats that the mob left.

“They’ll get over it. It’s not as if they didn’t know you existed before.”

“I’m not so sure they did. It’s like I don’t exist when you’re around.”

“I’ll be sure to remind them from now on then.”

And remind them they did.

[elysianslove]

Those dick analysis are so good!!!! Idk why i just keep reading them Abufbsudjwjdj my i please ask for the setter ones? If its not trouble, of course!

honestly they’re so much more fun than i thought they’d be??? i wanted to do it cause,,, horny thoughts, but then it ended up actually being enjoyable hbsjdd but im so so happy you like them!!! and yes yes of course <3 

just to clarify as i always do, this is hella unrealistic and just for fun!! 

other versions: haikyuu captains dick analysis, haikyuu aces dick analysis, haikyuu middle blockers dick analysis, jjk dick analysis. 

setters done in the captains version: oikawa tōru

HAIKYUU SETTERS DICK ANALYSIS

kageyama tobio 

listen, i know he has a skinny penis. something about him just screams skinny penis, but it’s so so so pretty. also it’s not like unsatisfying skinny cause it still has a little girth to it but it’s not painful girth you know? he’s like 6.8 inches? idk that seems right i guess? pale shaft that has a little flush of color to it, and a pink pink pink tip, but it’s like such a pretty, pretty tip, kind of mouthwatering tbh. curves to the right absolutely it does.  also he is so sensitive, like everywhere. literally just hover your fingers lightly along his dick and you’ll have him twitching and all. he’s not clean shaven because he never really understood the purpose, like the hair’s there for a reason for sure?? it must be?? but if you ask him he’ll be like “ok.” 

kozume kenma

i can’t decide if kenma would have a little dick or not, so i’m gonna settle for he’s a 5.6 inches. thing is kenma knows!!! how!!! to use it!!! like in a way that he’s kind of winging it, but he’s very perceptive so he just goes with what he sees you like the most. also teases so so much before, so that when he fucks you it feels really good!! shaft is a light tan with a golden tip, and very veiny too?? also kenma’s actually clean shaven— he probably waxes pls, just cause it’s so much more convenient and shaving always itches :( idk i feel like he might forget to take care of himself so he does it just so he doesn’t have to worry about it yk 

akaashi keiji 

god. god. god. such a pretty dick, like you could just stare at it all day. dick pics need to be framed in gold. he’s probably 6.8 inches like kags, with the prettiest pink tip like it’s so flushed but it’s not red and it’s not a pale pink either like just a deep deep pink, and a pale shaft, really prominent veins when he’s hard. his balls are pretty too pls :( and he’s clean shaven, for sureee. akaashi would do the most to make sure you’re satisfied and happy. when it’s hard it curves against his stomach like inward but only a little, maybe at the head yk? is really into foreplay and prepping you for him so by the time he fucks you his dick is drooling for you, and it’s the most gorgeous sight ever seeing it twitch and leak ugh <3 

miya atsumu 

big dick and KNOWS it. flaunts it. is the type to wave it in your face while in the shower with you just cause. a golden tan to the shaft, darker tip with a slight pink/red flush to it, hella veins, hella girth, hella length. he’s a good 7.1 inches i’m not gonna lie. (osamu’s bigger by .3 inches and rubs it in atsumu’s face all the fucking time btw). he. he is not clean shaven. will make you trim it for him if you really want it clean. (but only to piss you off, he will do it anyways <3). also his dick print is. gorgeous. in sweats? immaculate. gym shorts? beautiful. those red plaid pajama pants that give everyone a fat ass? dick print is stunning. IN TIGHT ASS BRIEFS AND ITS LEAKING A LITTLE? im crying. 

sugawara kōshi 

omg it’s !!!! he’s so good with it. so good. loves to tap it against all your sensitive spots like your clit after being abused by his mouth and fingers? or your hole after he stretches you? 6.5 inches, sort of proportionate in terms of length and girth, but idk. suga seems like he has a fat dick for some reason? like it’s not shocking girth, but it’s definitely a stretch. idk i can just picture his bulge in jeans or tight pants to be very prominent i guess? or like. idk i can just tell he’s hiding a fat dick in his shorts does that make sense. also a very pretty tip, a pale-ish pink with a shaft that kind of starts off very pink and then pales towards the base. clean shaven!!!!!! obviously. 

semi eita

such a nice dick you’d wanna just cockwarm it. but with your mouth. yk. or anything else really. it just feels so satisfying inside of you!! i can’t decide on a length (these are all hella unrealistic anyways) but maybe 6.9 inches. he just seems like he has a long dick!!! more length than girth you know? you know. purple-ish head and pale shaft, sticks up straight with no curves, and not a lotta veins!! there is one or two that are obvious, but it’s delicate yk. also i have the feeling semi likes it messy so he’s obsessed with deepthroating you and pulling out and having his dick covered in a mess of cum and bubbling spit. i will not be taking criticisms thank you <3 

koganegawa kanji 

oh my god he so has a big dick and literally has zero clue. no concept of size whatsoever. first time you see it and you gasp and he’s like uh oh what’s wrong like he’s not fucking packing as shit??? 6.9 inches with so much fucking girth. not so much that you have to spend forever prepping yourself, but like, it’s definitely a long time. first time you had sex he put it in too soon and you were like pls i beg you and your stupid big dick— fat, fat tan head, a lighter shaft with a golden tint to it. head flushes pink when he’s hard and leaking!!! he’s so messy with the hair down there cause he thought it was cooler but when he learned it wasn’t he was so quick to shave it all off yk :) 

ukai keishin 

couldn’t skip him!!! big dick big dick big dick. he has a big dick. look at him and tell me he doesn’t. it has a tan shaft, very similar to his overall skin tone, and a pinker tip, which darkens considerably when he’s hard. curves to the right and is so veiny!!! so fat, shaft is fat, head is fat, just so fat. he’s a good 7.4 inches, because why not you know, and always hits it from the back to have his balls slap against you. i— he’s not clean shaven what are you expecting. he’s not gonna shave. will actually make you choke on his dick and bury your face in his lap unashamed. (no but to be honest he would trim it for you, at the very least, not to worry <3) 

i tried not to miss out on any setters too!! i looked through the schools and if i did miss any, it just means i don’t know them well enough to write for them, i’m sorry!!! but i hope you guys enjoyed !!! im sorry if it’s a messy or something im writing this with an oncoming migraine </3 

luv u all mwah <3 

[pufflocks]

omega bokuto ( change the character to whoever you wish too ) who's in heat and is surrounding himself in a 'nest' which consists of his boyfriend's clothing. he can't help but rub against your boxers as he imagines himself being fucked by you. he wants his big strong alpha to help him. he desires your touches, your kisses and your dic-

idk if this is how requests work i- im sorry if i did it wrong bby and i can change it to sfw or something else if you want

Summary: This is beautiful, hush up. I gotchu original gangster I gotchu. 🤝

Warnings: NSFW { omegaverse } • proof read

Cast: Alpha!M!Reader x Omega!Bokuto

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When you left to pick up groceries for your omega, whom was by the way in his early heat. You've mated in the past, but somehow this particular week has already started off extreme.

Your inner gut was wary of leaving Bokuto home, but the house has been empty of food so now you are where you are.

Currently your omegen lover was in a huge cluster of laundry. His very old baby blanket, a stuffed animal specifically for these occasions – and last but not least, your clothes.

Some people would much rather wash any type of clothing that belongs to their significant other. He was a bit different. He likes the musky smell of your athletic wear and the ting of sweat from your hoodie that you wore in summer. You of course did that on purpose - your pheromones coming off more pungent and terrific if you did sweat. Wouldn't have another way if you asked him, since any cologne you wore throws him off completely.

Back to the restless omega himself however — more than restless. He was deathly slick in his shorts making it slip and glide down his very spent legs. Koutaro's legs honestly felt like a sore thumb along with his throbbing member. Doing the same damage just as his arse, leaking clear juices everywhere.

Raspy breathing could and would be heard if another soul stepped into your guys room as he bites his peach lips in earnest of letting go any type of call for his alpha. How he wanted you right here with him, though he knows you left just for him. It doesn't make it any better though.

"Mm‐ I want m' alpha." His mumbling is a near cry for help as the irritating pain is exquisite to his joints. He needs you now ! Rubbing himself is now very uncomfortable because the cloth of his boxers is making his dick feel raw as if there is no skin there to rub against anymore.

Thankfully you come through clutch a few 15-ish minutes later with extra necessities like small fruits and vegetables. Just in case, you bought some suppressants he may need after a nap. You make quick action to take off your jacket and close the door behind you. Then there it is. His scent. It had gotten thicker and more sour sweet once you had left. Which he smelt of nothing in particular. Just home-y and comfortable to your nose to lure you in. You, his mate particularly.

And it works with you following his smell to your shared room. Creaking the door open slightly to not scare him with your much bigger frame, since his senses were very high in his heat. Events have occurred where you had scared him and he looked like a fluff owl.

Walking towards the lump on the floor by the very edge of the bed you can see bits of his bi colored black and white hair. The sweat causing his usual high ends to stick to his forehead.

"Omega." You sing song to him as you kneel down to his slightly panting form. His response being of a small chirp and grunt, making you let out a throated chuckle. Your hand is out to brush his hair when he unexpectedly rises. Not fast, his stamina is still low, but fast enough to be a bit startled yourself.

In hushed tones you smile. "You needed me ? I see you're not doing too well this week, hm ?" He nods wearily. Your poor Koutaro was craving you and you had left him at home by himself untended to.

"Nest–" his request was paused as he felt a trickle of slick run down his legs for the umpteenth time. He cringed slightly squeezing his legs together a bit. "Alpha." He whines.

You understand as you take his weak arms and wrap them around your neck. He hums in approval when you start to blow on his slicked forehead. The cold air making him sigh but furrow his eyebrows.

Honestly who knows why omegas did this to themselves. They seem to want to be surrounded by heated areas like their nests - even if they are sweating by nature. It's alright though. You have no harm and problem with letting him sweat this all out. Since you are his lover and caretaker of certain times.

"'M gonna take your underwear off. Okay Kou ?" Koutaro nods his head on your shoulder. Good sign because you make quick movement to take all his clothes off in the process. His pleas of doing other was hushed when you did the same to yourself. Closing the space between one another – trying to bypass the small slick puddle with your legs. "Want my knot, babes ? Or do you want to rest and take your medicine when you wake up ?" You ask. Patiently waiting while idly rubbing circles on his lower waist and back. Heavy hands of yours feeling comforting to him.

Koutaro's pheromones get more pungent when you say that. The thought of a knot in his oh so wet hole sounds nice. More than nice since he gets hungry after heat sex, and you just went shopping so win win.

You noticed the eager smell of him and laughed to yourself as he runs his sweaty heady under your chin, for clarification. "Okay then. 'M gonna hump slowly because I know you ain't comfortable with goin' fast during your – times." He smiles at that. You always respected his boundaries and needs slash wants during his monthly cycles. The relationship you both had in general was a big notice of that.

And he's glad he has such a big alpha to protect him.

[kass-storycorner]

Mentally I’m getting worse again (tho I try to do all the stuff I learned from two years in therapy to … prevent it from getting bad bad ), so I’ve only been thinking about how some of the Genshin characters would comfort me? So here have this, whatever this is, that I wrote at 2am on a night before I have 11am shift at work. Using you in all of this but honestly this is 100% self indulgent. I just want someone to cuddle with. Pretty sure most of this isn’t really in character and every point is vastly different from the others but hey, it is what it is. As long as I’m in my current mindset my stuff won’t be any better than this

Genre: fluff, a bit of angst I guess idk man, comfort i hope

Content warnings: depression (?) I don’t go too much into detail, don’t want to write out those negative thoughts HA but you know you are just not in a good spot in these, absolutely inconsistent writing, every character has to deal with a different stage of feeling depressed and yeah

Characters: Diluc, Childe, Albedo, Yoimiya

Fun fact: my app crashed while writing this so thank the tumblr admins that you can restore posts you wrote after the app crashes one of the few good features of the app

Diluc:

Would definitely notice the first small changes in your behaviour, but wouldn’t think much of it in the beginning.

Maybe you are just tired? And even if not Diluc knows best that no one can always be chipper.

Still he doesn’t know how to act around you when you are sad / heading towards a depressive episode.

He would offer you his help, you just need to say what you need and he’ll give it to you.

Ah, but Diluc didn’t really consider at first that you would be too afraid to ask, even when he offered it to you.

One day he will directly ask you in the privates of your home if you are okay. At first you would try to brush it off, not wanting to be a burden on Diluc. You know how much he’s been through and that he also has his emotional scars… would be a bit selfish to dump it all onto him, wouldn’t it?

But oh, you’ve been dying to talk with someone about your feelings, craving a warm hug and words of comfort… so when Diluc doesn’t drop the topic you just let it all out.

He will take you in his arms and hug you, cuddle you, as long as you want. He’ll stroke your hair, quietly listening to your words, only small “mmmhs” and “it’s okay” leaving him, to reassure you that it’s fine for sharing it all.

When none of you talks all you can hear is his steady breath and oh, it’s so soothing.

Maybe you end up crying, while sharing all of it with him. All he does is to pull you closer into his chest, saying that it’s okay and tell you to let it all out.

Diluc hides his softer side from the people of Mondstadt, always hiding behind the more grumpy image some of him have, but he knows that it’s not good to run away from your own feelings. What you need to do is to feel them, do not try to push them aside because you are uncomfortable with them.

Generally he would be soft, kind and understanding. At first he might give you too much room, afraid he might be overstepping a boundary when he keeps pushing you in the beginning. Ends up in you isolating yourself / pulling away more, but once Diluc sees the pattern he will be more attentive to your needs and learn to differentiate between you needing space and you isolating.

Though please communicate with him better, he’s busy and if him having less time for you causes you distress you need to tell him, he might only notice it after the feelings festered.

Childe:

Oh boy - he hasn’t seen you in a while, Fatui duties you know, so when he knocks on your door one day he notices immediately that you are not in a good place.

This man - he cooks, he cleans, we all joke about him being the perfect husband but seriously. He sees the state of you, the state of your apartment and immediately helps.

Having spend the last week or two in a depressive state caused you to neglect your housework - the dirty dishes are everywhere and laundry keeps piling up. Not to talk about how you look.

Childe will make you a bath and while you’re in it he cleans. An immense help!!! Taking away a good chunk of thinks that made you feel just so overwhelmed and helpless.

The whole time he wouldn’t breach the topic of why it has come to that point, but now after you finished the bath and the apartment looks liveable again he asks you what’s wrong.

Honestly you don’t know yourself, you’ve been just lacking more and more energy to do the basic tasks and suddenly everything was a mess.

Will wipe away your tears and tell you “don’t cry, I’m here”, taking you in a hug.

When he’s around more, will he notice it when it slowly gets worse? Mmh, yeah!! He definitely notice when you are feeling more down, seeing how your interactions change and how your laughs become more forced.

In the beginning he will just try to make you feel all the “positive” feelings, not wanting you to feel any “negative” emotions at all

this man definitely represses his own trauma a lot and has a horrible way of coping with it so I doubt he would be the most emotionally intellectual person to help you through it

Though when you show that you don’t feel like showing your sadness aside and you just want someone to share it with / need some comfort he will adjust to your needs

Albedo:

Boy as impeccable observation skills, he will notice immediately when something is off.

However - he somehow struggles to understand your feelings. Like. At all.

When he asks you what’s wrong and you tell him that there is not a reason for your feelings, you just feel a bit depressed that’s all, he will not get it.

How do you feel a certain emotions without something causing it? There must be a reason for it.

And honestly he’s right there is always a reason for a certain feeling to arise, but sometimes they aren’t easy to understand for yourself or to spot, sometimes it’s just that your inner child needs a hug and it takes you three weeks and a metal breakdown to understand that this is all you needed… plus a good cry

He’s gonna be so awkward at trying to comfort you, making you feel better, at first. Trying everything out to cheer you up, he really doesn’t want you to feel bad. Asks around for advice what helps others when they are sad.

Honestly? The things he does, the small presents he gifts you - they are nice and make you feel loved, but it doesn’t make the bad feelings go away. Even worse it somehow builts up this immense pressure for you to get better quick because look! Albedo does nice things, he tries to help. He tries to figure it out. Why can’t you give him the results he hopes to get???

Only when someone (Timadeus for sure) finally tells Albedo that it’s not a special dish or flower or even place that helps with sad feelings - it’s that they remind them of something that’s comforting. Klee told him Dodoco helps when she’s sad, because Dodoco reminds her how much her mum loves her. So when people told him about certain foods or flowers - it was more because those were valuable for those individuals, doesn’t mean it has value to you. Most importantly is that he’s just there for you.

With that new bits of information he will try to adjust to your needs more, to learn what you need and to understand it.

He will be so upfront about it too, coming into your room and telling you that he’s been trying to make you feel better the past couple of weeks and noticing how your mood has not improved at all. Finally asks you what you need opposed to him only having asked why you feel that way

Will definitely make you cry with how he approaches the topic. When he apologises for making you cry you cry even harder at how soft he says it.

Albedo will remember what he was told, that it’s important to just be there for someone, so he will stay at your side, his hand on your back rubbing it while you are just sobbing.

After the tears have calmed down you can just be honest with him, tell him that you sometimes don’t know yourself what will make it better, that sometimes you just have to life with the feelings and accept them - but that his attempts really didn’t help.

He will apologise for putting more pressure on you, asking if you need a hug (something a lot of people have told him helps them but he was just to shy to actually try it out). After saying yes you both stay for a long time in the hug, the first thing in a long time to make you feel better.

Yoimiya:

My love, the light of my life, my future main - she would be SO good at helping you through an episode.

Notices the way you act towards her changes and immediately confronts you about it, afraid that something in the relationship is amiss until you tell her the truth that you are a bit depressed.

Canonically the one with the best communication skills, if you were to put her, Diluc and Kaeya in a room I’m 1000% sure those two would leave it as brothers again.

That said she can sometimes be a bit too overwhelming - she can talk a lot, but she’s a good listener too, but in her attempt to fix the issue she goes a bit overboard.

She’ll want you to talk it all out which isn’t a bad thing per se, but sometimes you just don’t feel like talking or that talking would help.

However the way Yoimiya is it will make you communicate with her more about how you feel and what you need - she kinda just seems to be more approachable and the kind of person you can pour my heart out to after meeting her on the toilets of a bar.

Will cuddle you as long as you need.

And honestly? 100% sure she would even make you a firework to cheer you up that you both watch from her favourite spot on a blanket while doing so (the cuddling!)

or you know maybe it’s just what I would really want to do with her when I’m depressed aka RIGHT NOW MAN

[sourwulf]

hello 🥺🥺 idk if you're willing to do smut or anything nsfw, but i was wondering if you'd be willing to do something where u and stiles take each other's virginities?

༄  word count  —  1.9k

፨  characters  —  stiles stilinski

☓  tw  —  none

⊹  cw  —  smut & oral

✎  masterlist

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it was date night for you and stiles. aka the first time you’d been alone together in what felt like forever, even though it’d only been about a week. being friends with werewolves, banshees, and kitsunes came with its own challenges, and not getting any time to spend together just the two of you was one of them.

but tonight, a saturday, it was just you and him watching star wars. it was one of his favorite film franchises, and he’d been trying to get you to watch it for months. you finally gave in, and he brought over all of his dvds.

you were laying on the couch in his living room, his dad working overnight at the sheriff’s station.

you were laying on the edge with him behind you, his arm wrapped around your front. he had his head propped up in his palm to see over you.

it was going smoothly until you adjusted your position, unintentionally grinding into his crotch. you could immediately feel the energy in the room grow tense, awkwardness filling your bodies.

“sorry,” you mumbled, looking back to see a red stiles focusing on the tv. and that was when you could feel his growing erection pressing into your back.

“no, i’m sorry.”

he leaned in to kiss you, and you kissed him back. you reached up to place your hand on his cheek, pulling him closer.

only a second later, you were on your back with him between your thighs, kissing you softly. when his lips moved to your neck, you took in a deep breath.

“stiles,” you whispered, making him look at you. “neither of us have done this before.”

it was as if he remembered that both of you were virgins, and his demeanor changed. he got nervous and anxious, his breathing growing unsteady.

“do you not want to?”

you nodded quickly. “i do. i just... maybe we shouldn’t do this on the couch.”

“oh. good point.”

“you get the condoms, i’ll meet you in your room, yeah?”

this time, it was his turn to quickly nod, jumping off of you and practically sprinting upstairs with you close behind.

—

your head hit his pillow, his body pressing you into the mattress. his lips met yours quickly as he ground into you. his hands reached up into your shirt and you gasped at the sensation of his icy fingers, allowing him to slip his tongue into your mouth.

kissing him made you feel lightheaded and flustered, fuzziness clouding your vision. his hands worked softly and slowly under the fabric, enjoying how your skin felt on his fingertips. he took in every inch of you, trying to memorize it. his kiss slipped back to your neck again, and they left tiny hickeys everywhere they touched.

you tugged on his soft hair to get him to come back up to your lips, then worked your way down his neck. he let out a shallow moan at the contact and shut his eyes, savoring the feeling of your mouth on his neck.

you kissed and licked, smiling as he slowly lost it. you reached down and tugged his shirt over his head, taking in the sight of his slightly-toned abdomen.

“my eyes are up here,” he joked, making you chuckle. you sat up slightly to take off your shirt, causing him to gulp at the view.

“my eyes are up here,” you mocked and he smirked, pushing you onto your back gently, kissing down your chest. your eyes rolled to the back of your head as he kissed across your half-exposed breasts, cupping them as he did.

you arched your back and reached under you to unhook your bra, and that was when his breathing stopped.

“is something wrong?” you asked, nervousness laced in your voice.

“no,” he said quickly. “you’re just... so beautiful.”

you felt your cheeks go red as you giggled, pulling him back in for a kiss. he snaked his hands down to the waistband of your pants, slipping his hand into your underwear and dipping a finger under the fabric to feel how wet you were. you gasp at the contact, and he continued kissing you.

“stiles,” you moaned into his mouth, making a groan exit his. “shit... that feels good.”

“yeah?”

“mhm.”

a few seconds later, he pulled his hand out of your underwear, pulling the rest of your clothes off your body and tossing them onto the floor. you, out of habit, pressed your thighs together, hiding your lower body from his eyes.

he gently pulled your thighs apart, hungry yet kind eyes tracing your skin.

“why are you trying to hide from me?” he asked gently in the tone of voice that made your heart flutter. it wasn’t a commanding or rude tone, in fact just the opposite. it was gentle, concerned.

“because you’re the first person to see me naked in a long time.”

he dipped his head down and kissed your knee, maintaining eye contact with you.

“you don’t have to cover yourself. i promise.”

you nodded, and a split second later, he was on his stomach with his head between your legs.

“i, uh, don’t really know what i’m doing,” he confessed, making you giggle.

“it’s okay. just do what you think you should do.”

almost with hesitation, he licked a stripe up your clit, making you gasp involuntarily.

“did that feel good?” he asked with concern in his voice. you nodded, and he went back to work.

your body squirmed, your back arched, and your toes curled. moans tumbled from your lips and you reached down to tug his hair.

him being a virgin made you assume he had no idea what he was doing, but you were wrong. he knew exactly what to do, and he was damn good at it.

but it didn’t last long, as he pulled away less than a minute after starting.

“is something wrong?” you asked, noticing he was moving his jaw.

“my jaw hurts,” he said defeatedly.

you couldn’t help but burst out laughing at the way he said it, gripping his face and kissing him.

you pushed his pants and underwear down with your feet before wrapping your hand around his length, causing a shudder to run down his body. he squeezed his eyes shut as you continued kissing and stroking him, a desperate whine leaving his throat.

he reached over to the nightstand where he’d laid the box of condoms and pulled one out, all while trying not to knock the box onto the floor.

“do you know how to put one of those on?” you asked sarcastically, making him give you a look.

“i think i can figure it out.”

he looked back at you when it was on, and he leaned down to gently kiss you.

“are you sure about this?” he asked, making you smile.

“yes, stiles. i’m sure. do you want to?”

he gave you a look, as if to say ‘isn’t it obvious?’

“absolutely.” he reached down and lined himself up with your entrance, and you took in a deep breath. “ready?”

you nodded frantically. “yeah.”

he gently pressed into you, and you silently gasped, your eyebrows turning upward and your mouth dropping open. an involuntary moan filled his ears, which in turn made him groan.

once he bottomed out, he looked at you. “good?”

“good.” he kissed you for a moment, and he slowly pulled out before thrusting back in.

even though this was new, it was a thrilling sensation, one that made your stomach flip. your eyes stayed locked with his and his lips parted slightly, a groan low in his throat.

it was soft and slow, and you could feel every part of him — his skin against yours, his heartbeat in his chest, his hands, which were now gripping yours and holding them above your head.

one hand left yours and, a second later, you felt his fingers rubbing circles onto your clit, which made you jump. you let out a loud moan and he did the same in response, pulling you back in for another kiss.

“stiles, i think- i think i’m close.”

almost as if he knew exactly what to do, he picked up his pace to a fast but still gentle one. your knees pressed into his sides as the coil in your stomach built quicker than you anticipated it would.

you’d had orgasms before, considering you’d masturbated quite a few times. but none of the buildups for them had been anything like this one. this one was different.

it was like you were underwater, desperately trying to swim to the surface. you were kicking your feet and paddling your arms to the point they were on fire, fighting for that breath of air.

and then suddenly, you got to the surface.

your legs trembled like they never had before, your eyes were screwed shut tightly, and your hands gripped his shoulders, your nails digging into the skin.

it took everything in you not to scream out — not to scream his name.

and as swiftly as it’d started, it ended. he’d stopped his motions, allowing you to catch your breath.

you’d fantasized about your first time a lot, and in none of those fantasies did you cum. you figured whoever you’d lose it to would also be inexperienced, so you didn’t anticipate for them to be able to make you feel good.

but wow were you wrong.

“you good?” he breathed.

“so good,” you responded. “you feel so good, stiles. so good.”

starting his movements again, he went a bit faster now, but still slow enough to not overwhelm you. he pressed open mouthed kisses to your neck and jaw, moaning as he did so. you admired the sound, thinking his moan had to be the hottest sound you’d ever heard, and you could sense he was also close.

he moaned your name, which almost made you cum right then and there. as he came, his pace and rhythm changed to a choppy, quick one, compared to his smooth, gentle one.

he rested his forehead on yours as he finished, both of you panting loudly. neither of you moved for a few minutes, absorbing the fact that neither of you were virgins anymore.

a giggle formed in your throat and you smiled as he looked at you, chuckling to himself. he kissed you once more before pulling out of you slowly, which made you softly moan. when he was laying back down next to you, he reached down and gripped your hand.

neither of you spoke. and you rolled onto your side to rest your head on his shoulder.

“you okay?” he asked, still playing with your fingers.

“absolutely.”

“good.” he kissed the top of your head, wrapping his arm around you. “i’m glad you were my first.”

you looked at him. “me too.” he kissed you one last time before getting comfortable and closing his eyes, the two of you eventually drifting off to sleep.

[strawberry-nugget]

𝙈𝙤𝙤𝙙 𝙈𝙪𝙨𝙞𝙘 | E.Kirishima x Reader

Pairing: Kirishima/ reader, Bakugo/ reader (mentioned)

Summary: You shouldn't want him and he shouldn't want you, it's sinful and forbidden. But he can't help coming back to you, and you can't do anything but take him in every single time. Until today that is.

Word Count: 3.6k

Warnings: Aged up characters (twenties), NSFW 18+, plot with some p//rn but it's not very detailed, unprotected sex (please use condoms everyone), cheating, casual penetrative sex, jealousy, the seggz is pretty vanilla though

↪A/N: tennis player Kirishima, tennis player Kirishima, idk how I came up with it but I can't get it out of my head, written for @doinmybesthere 's 3k event collab and based on The Hills by the Weeknd, don't be shy to tell me if you liked it, I almost wrote 4k in a day which is unusual for me

5.30pm [Missed Call: Red]

5.31pm [Missed Calls(2): Red]

The bubbling notifications are spamming your phone, each call, succeeding the other in persistence and length, making your phone crawl onto your coffee table in restless buzzing. To your salvation the device is on silent; you're just unable to bear the overwhelming sound of your ringtone echo through the empty walls of your apartment, to let it bounce between concrete like a slimy ball, only for it to hit you on the face with tremendous force.

It's one of those days that you can't answer Kirishima. Too perplexed in the wields of your mind, blaming yourself for this horrendous situation, delivering raw swears at him for simply existing.

You don't know how it came to this nor when was the exact moment things switched. Was it at the party that you met him? Or the thousandth time you took him in and let him ruin relationship after relationship. Either way it was horrible for not only you, but also him, and all the people that have been caught up in the sidelines of this rotten affair.

You shouldn't want this anymore and truly, you don't. You're tired of being the second choice, of hiding behind your little finger, crying yourself to sleep at night, only to put on a sultry face for every time he comes. Once, twice a month.

[New Messages: Red]

Babe, you there?

Read 5.38pm

[New Messages: Red]

Babe I got practice at 8.

I know you're reading those.

Read 5.39pm

[Red is typing…]

[New Messages: Red]

I'm outside btw

A fresh, tremendously sharp wave of anxiety rushes through you at the little notification -it can't be like this again, not today. The thudder in your chest is unbearable, heart too weak to stomach the weight of your decision, fingers too reluctant to type out your response.

He's probably smirking while staring at his phone, not a single care in his head. It's loathing to your mind as you confirm your speculation, shooting a glance out of your window, landing your eyes on his car.

He shouldn't be here.

His thousands dollar car doesn't belong in your urban street, not in your side of the town. And it's so dangerous that he's doing this to see you. You've played the worst scenarios in your head a thousand times, millions of headlines on sites and the news about this; Eijirou Kirishima, on his way to claiming a fifth Grand Slam, caught in affair with university student.

Atrocious, degrading, exposing. A hit to his career that would bother the media for a couple of weeks and paint your name in mud along the way.

Why can't he just be content with the model that he's with? You're nothing like her, not as pretty and you don't have her body, you don't have her face, but he still says he finds you better, says he knows you better, but he just can't be with you.

[You]

Can't do it today

Sorry

You're good to yourself, only when you deny him and only when you feel the satisfaction of being the one to do so. It's pointless to sulk over saying no. He can go fuck other girls, play with their hearts and leave you to your otherwise peaceful life. Even if it is just for today.

You don't have the chance to let a smile creep to your face when your doorbell rings. The jiggling sound bursts into your eardrums once and twice, three dreaded times and they're enough to make your stomach churn, your neck tight and your skin ache.

You contemplate on opening the door for him, subconsciously letting yourself feel like a vulnerable prey, who, after running away to save yourself, is choosing to walk into the wolf's den, so willingly that you can feel yourself drifting away with each step you're taking towards the door.

"Babe,"

The swing of your door handle, the crack of your wrist, the creaking of your door as it opens to reveal him; they're all embarrassing. You can't tell if they fall short on his ears, too caught up in the way he looks -all swollen muscles and tall legs. You're running out of courage to say no and he knows this.

He's not as innocent as this cheeky smile frames him out to be, he's not the sweetheart everyone wants him to be either.

He's Eijirou, who's selfishly standing on your door, who's barging his way in your apartment, who's grabbing your cheeks and slamming your face in his, biting your lips until he draws blood, just to punish you for standing up against him.

Your door is slammed behind him, one bend of his knee and it's falling into its rightful place. To shield the sins of your affair, to bring you comfort and privacy as he attacks parts of your neck, your chest. Places that only squeeze perfectly under his touch.

"Babe," He calls again, in between soft kisses. "What's gotten into you?"

You frown and try to look away, past his cocoa colored orbs, past the swelling that's taking over his lips -and yours- with a numbing, tingling sensation.

"Eijirou—"

"I don't have much time in between training, I got a game the day after tomorrow."

It's always like this, you know. He doesn't have to tell you twice or try to excuse his own self for what he does or how he acts. You're pushed between schedules, or slammed into his timetable like a truck when he feels like indulging with you again, hidden between the lines of his free time.

You're sure at this point that it's the thrill he's after. The sinful taste of your lips on his, how he feels in control while chasing after you, when you can't keep up with him.

His lips don't taste like sour cherry anymore, but you let them wiggle against yours with triumph, you let him want to catch his breath as he pulls back and you put the minimum effort in returning the passion you receive.

You pull back, ignoring the words he's whispering against your face, only to take in his features once again.

Soft black hair pulled into a low ponytail, spiky bangs that fly all over his face and his tips drowned in a fiery, foxy red. The only reminder for who he was before his tennis career blew up. For who he was before he turned into this cocky womanizer whom you're desperately after with a longing heart.

"I'm just not in the mood today."

"Well let's get you in the mood then huh?"

He smiles, nose scrunching and chapped lips hiding behind his gums as his hand moves to your thigh, tagging your shorts with furry. As if he's desperate to have you, right here and now. As if bending you over the couch will help put out a fire in him. That's how he always convinces you to keep this going.

He's making you feel like not having you this way is insufferable.

You're buried in the crook of his neck while being pushed onto the couch, nibbling a soft spot that you've found, rubbing his skin on the top of your tongue. You know how to do this without leaving a mark, you can hold back from wanting to take all you can get from him.

But today it's different. It's going to be the last time.

It's not like any other time you've told yourself that you are going to end this. Today you're going to leave a mark, you're going to bite your way into his skin and drink from his poison -the intimate attention he's only ever willing to give- and you'll get drunk in it.

"Fuck," He grunts against your lips. "Fuck, don't stop that feels good."

You don't stop, eager to listen to him, to breathe into his neck before you wrap your lips a little lower and closer to his collarbone. You should be asking if this will cause him problems, but gone is the guilt that veils your coinsense otherwise. You suckle on a spot and then another, stealing his groaning moans one by one as they fall from his lips, plushing them softly in a spongy part of your brain, where they can rest forever, until you've forgotten them.

"Get your shirt off Eijirou," You plea, ogling eyes watering from the pressure that's applied in the apex of your thighs and he's quick to follow your command, lips curling upwards in a sweetheart smirk.

You're going to miss the way the apples of his cheeks cover his eyes when he smiles like this. But there's no going back for you and him.

With legs that feel like burning rubber you hug around his horse, watching the way his muscles flex and fold with his snappy movements. His shirt, tousled and wrinkly, tossed in an unknown corner of your living room, only for him to guess where it is after he's gotten his fix of you.

Thick fingers probe at your sides, pulling your shirt downwards in a silent plea, take off your shirt, give him the satisfaction that he wants, indulge into this as much as he wants you to.

But today, you're not in the mood for this. So instead of pulling your shirt off, you unbuckle your pants, pulling them down at the most dreadful speed, making him bite his lip impatiently.

You won't miss this, the way he's expecting so many things of you.

And if he notices something's wrong, he doesn't say a word, presumably content with getting what he wants; the rear view of the gap between your legs, where he can bury himself and get lost for the next thirty minutes.

"Fuck baby," he moans. "Why do you smell so good?"

You grunt, averting your gaze from his as he pushes your bangs away from your face with the back of his hand. You want to miss his puppy eyes. Ghosting him won't be easier for you if you don't.

But damn if he couldn't read you this well, things would be easier.

"Not in the mood to talk?" You look even further away to avoid the question, "babe, you can tell me if you're not well, you'll feel better if you let it out"

You don't need someone to tell you how to feel. You've decided when the two of you are going to be through. It's set and done, even if he feels at the top of the world right now, you won't inflate his ego anymore.

"M fine Eijirou, put it in," You bite his lip, putting huge effort in making him forget about what he thinks it's bothering you. "Want you to put it in m'kay?"

Sultry, fake voice, he's heard it all before and he doesn't have the right to call you out for it. Whatever he does next, you're his for the moment and for the last time.

Repeating is your rightful way of convincing yourself of not giving up on your decision. If only he could have broken up before deciding to wet himself in you, if only you hadn't taken him so eagerly, if only you hadn't become just like him. Welcoming him despite availability status, afraid to lose him, saying that a little sex wouldn't hurt. If you could do this on repeat, then you could get rid of him quite as easily.

You're not better than him and he's taken your vulnerability to him for granted. He's loved the attention you've paid him from time to time, whenever he's given you so much as a mere call.

You should pretend to moan, to hurt his ego, but as he's delving into you, slowly, mellowy, his kisses feel like burning sunshine, August breeze against your skin, kissing your shoulders lightly. It hurts that this salvation is coming from his mouth, as it moves rhythmically against every inch of you.

"Fuck, fuck, ah, you feel so good, you know that?"

You don't answer, nor do you wrap your lips around him. You don't move them against his when he goes to kiss you, but you coo into his warm embrace once his hands come to cradle you in a tight embrace.

"I love you," He slips up and you contemplate on whether you have to start hating him from this very moment. "I just wanna be with you, I—" He grunts. “—this is why you don't believe him, but nonetheless you hold a moan in as well. "Fuck, I'll break up just for you.”

Now that's a new one. A new addition to the long list of red flags you have with his name on top. You can't fall for it. You absolutely can't. If you do, he'll treat you just like this, he'll fuck behind your back and kiss you goodnight before going off to sleep with someone else. Like he's slept with you, once, twice, thrice.

And you're going to hate being the one who's fooled, despite deserving it more than anyone else. And another girl, or guy, is going to be his subject of desire.

You shouldn't want him to be yours, but you're lewding your 'I love yous' out of your mouth like they're nothing, poisoning your heart until there's nothing left but dust and sucked up blood, all devoured by the greed he's made you feel.

"You love me too?"

"I do," You cry, rocked between him and the couch, neck hurting by the way he's digging his teeth in yours.

"I'll fucking leave everything for you babe,"

He shouldn't. He won't. You tell yourself he's only saying this because he wants to come, to make you feel dirty with his actions and fish out words that make him ecstatic or send him over the edge from your mouth.

Rhythms are peaking, his hips burning from his movements, foreheads are dripping in sweat, lips taste salty against each other. The perfect picture, the most tingling sensation, and you're too fucked to go back, or keep yourself content with him. It feels the same as the last time, a numbing knot in your stomach, commanding you to rip your heart out and throw it away, spooning mewls out of your mouth.

If you could, you'd mute him, not wanting to listen to how beautiful he sounds as he's coming down from his high. If you could, you'd look away, and wouldn't try to burn the image of his body as he's falling apart in your mind.

"That was—" The sigh that leaves his chest through his mouth is liberating, you can tell—"amazing. I still love you, so much babe."

His hand soothing the pain of his thrusts, does nothing to make you feel better. You want to shove it away, but you don't, unhappy with the way you're turning out to be.

"It's time for you to go, Eijirou, isn't it?" You remind him. A hand pushing him off of you and quickly smoothing your T-shirt over your legs to deprive him of the view that'd make him wear a smug of triumph.

"So quick to get me to go. Did you find someone else again sweetheart?"

You don't reply as you're putting on your underwear and pants, shoving his shirt into him with a heavy hand.

"You did, didn't you?"

"None of your business, go off to your practice, your girl, don't patronize me anymore."

He gruffs, beautiful features scowling in that stormy gaze that reeks of his authority, "Here I am pouring my heart on you and you found someone else"

"Eijirou, it's seven thirty, if I were you, I wouldn't be late for practice. You got a game the day after tomorrow."

No more dealing with his pouting, you're going to bawl your eyes out if you have to do it. The sooner he's out of your house, the sooner you'll get this over with; the tight lamp in your throat, the image of him smiling at you like this, him admitting feelings that he shouldn't have.

Hurting him isn't the role that suits you. Because you can't do it. You can't hurt that warm sunshine he has on his face. He has to be the one to hurt you like he's been the one to drive you away. It's too late for him to change or reverse your roles.

You don't want to fight and he knows it.

He knows you, so well, well enough to use you as he wishes to, letting you believe you're using him too. You're going to make him watch you slip away, and he won't do anything about this.

So he's eager to leave as you're pushing him out of the door, he doesn't cup your cheek with his hand, and doesn't kiss your forehead tenderly like he always does.

"You should come to this party Mina is throwing, let me meet your new guy."

Like hell you'd ever do this, he knows, but teasing won't hurt a bit. Eijirou can deal with you dating other men, he's claimed you well before, he'll do it again if he has to, especially now that he's decided to have you.

"Yeah yeah, and if I do, don't ever call me again, 'kay?"

You're too good to not do as he says, or not to fall back to him, and he's too good to not come back to you. To him, you're a match made in heaven, to you, you're a lost cause, burning in the fiery pits of hell as atonement for your sins.

He doesn't know that you'll fall apart before dressing up, how you'll tell yourself you're not doing this for him, but as a statement against him.

You're no better than him, in fact, you're worse.

…

The only problem is, that when Eijirou pulls up at Mina's party after practice, you're already there. Drink in your hand, flared jeans hugging your legs, layered tank tops that cover the bruising truth of this evening, laughing at whatever your friends are saying.

When he puts out his phone, calloused fingers furiously typing a text addressed to you, you're too far gone into another glass, dancing a little dance before grabbing everyone's cups to go for a refill, greeting them in that silent way of yours, drunken smile.

And then you'll pass him by and blink at him, you'll mutter a small greeting and he'll grab you by the hand and whisper in your ear just how hard he'll take you driving the night. You'll swoon, moan, forget about the drinks and follow him anywhere he leads you.

That's how everybody knows about the two of you.

This time, though, you don't cast a single eye on him. In fact, you're tainting him, walking past him while ignoring him, leaving him awestruck and hurt, like his confessions earlier in the day meant nothing to you.

It's a hit to his heart, how your jaw drops as you bump into Bakugo over the kitchen counter, eyes too wide at the sight of him. How your finger dances playfully on his chest and as you smile at him when he whispers something in your ear.

It's infuriating how you drop the cups near the sink and follow Bakugo outside, or how the blond waves at him with a pressed smile against his lips, signaling that he'll be busy for a while.

His insides churn, tummy aching in a feeling of guilt, one unlike anything he's felt before. Losing you doesn't taste in the way he thought he would, it's worse; sour and poisoning. It makes him flee the party, furious and bitter.

When he's back, his body is heavy, feet dragging him across his apartment, mind blank as he follows his basic routine before bed time, fixated on how easy it seemed for you to just ignore him and flee with one of his friends as soon as he came over to the party he invited you to, wondering how you could be so ruthless with him all of a sudden.

Sweet talking Kirishima with a smile of gold, the sweetheart of the professional Tennis scene and you're over him in the split of a second, pushing him away from you without an explanation or heart wrenching speech. Not giving him the satisfaction of some closure, just forcing the cold tempo of your sudden departure in the depths of his heart.

He pays no mind to the girl that sleeps beside him, back turned to him like she's oceans apart, despite the unspoken bound that's keeping them together. He'll leave her, make up for all the damage that he's done, in any way that he can manage to.

It all comes down to the fact that no one can love you like he does, no one can want you like he does. Someone can do it better, but you have to want him.

5.30am [Missed Call: Red]

5.31am [Missed Calls(2): Red]

[New Message: Red]

Fuck, with Bakugo out of everyone?

Delivered: 5.31am

[New Message: Red]

Did you have sex with him?

Babe answer me.

Delivered: 5.32am

[New Message: Red]

I'm breaking up with her tomorrow morning.

And I'll come over.

Babe.

Babe please.

Delivered: 5.33am

[New Message: Red]

I'll take you on a date and we can talk about us okay babe?

Let me know when you wake up.

I love you.

So much.

Delivered: 5.38am

Read: 10.23pm

[You]

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Sorry 'Red' even if you sound like a total douche, cheeks forgot her phone at my place.

I bet on her answering your late night drama when she takes her phone back.

[Red is typing...]

Super thanks to @celestidarling for proofreading this and giving me the biggest pump of confidence to post

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[rezzyromance]

can i request a heisenburg x reader where they take a shower together and it starts getting freaky B) idk if im aloud to add kinks but maybe praise :D

This one was written from the heart.

(CW: Sex +18)

Once again, I've written this story with a gender neutral reader until it gets to the sexual part. I am not experienced in writing any sexual scenarios for gender neutral people or people with penises. I'm very sorry for this and hope you enjoy the story anyway. "I'm not going to ask again, Karl. Will you please take a shower?" You've been pushing Karl for the last 30 minutes to take a shower. It had been so long since he took a break from his work to actually take care of himself. It worried you, so you'd often try to take care of him here and there without getting on his nerves. But now, he's being relentless and stubborn. "For the last time, (Y/N) I don't have time to shower." His tone was aggressive as he refused to look away from his work to face you. "When's the last time you change your clothes? You sweat so much during some of the shit you do to these robots, or whatever they are." "It'll all just get dirty again, so what's the point of cleaning anything?" His gross words made you shiver. You loved him, but the man had nearly no concept of personal hygiene sometimes. A small part of him did care a little bit. He didn't want you to see him as gross. He's never had someone who he's felt the need to impress or look good for until you came along. But still, his work mattered so much to him that he casted hygiene to the side more often than you'd both like to admit. "What if I joined you?" You ask. He froze in his place, nearly choking on his own tongue. But he was quick to regain his composure. He looked over at you from the chair he was sitting in. You couldn't tell due to him wearing his sunglasses, but his eyes were scanning every little detail of your face. "Well?" You cross your arms and stare at him waiting for a response. He inhaled through his nose and tried to cover his excitement with a false sense of aggravation. "Fine. As long as it gets you to shut up." He rises from his chair and you can't help but smile knowing you won the argument. "Leave your coat, hat, and gloves here. We'll clean those later." "Yeah yeah whatever." You excitedly make your way to the bathroom. You set the shower temperature to a comfortable level of heat. The room began to fill with steam. Karl stood against the wall with his arms crossed, still wanting to seem reluctant even though he already agreed to the shower. "Alright. Water's ready. Now strip." You demand with a cheeky smile. "You first." "Sorry, can't do that. I wanna make sure you actually get in the shower before I do so you can't run." This makes him roll his eyes. But, once he's done pouting he begins to remove his shirt. You do the same, hoping it will coax him into continuing. Once his shirt is off he throws it to the side and smiles once he notices you stripping as well. It doesn't take long for you both to be completely unclothed.

He pulls back the shower curtain and steps inside. "Ah! Son of a bitch! Why's the water so hot?!" he yells out and begins to twist the metal shower knobs with his powers. "I didn't make it THAT hot." You step inside and feel a shiver crawl up your skin. "Now it's too cold." You complain. "You are not making this easy, are you?" He turns the knob to warmer. As uncomfortable as it was for him before, he didn't want to hear you fuss more than you already were. "That's better." You smile and relax as the water covers your body.

You stood there for a while, just enjoying the feeling of the heat around you. For a second, you zoned out. The whole time he stood there staring at you. Seeing you so happy and at peace made his insides start to feel as hot as the water that bounced and ran down his skin. All of his own discomfort fled as he watching, lovingly, at the smile growing on your face. Your eyes began to flutter open and he quickly looked away, not wanting it to be obvious that he was staring. But, you could tell from his flushed face and wandering eyes that he had been watching you.

You had placed 2 wash clothes on the side of the tub. You bent over to grab them and again he can't help but stare. This time, his feelings are a little less innocent as he gazes upon your body in a position that drives his mind wild. "Here's a wash cloth." You rise up and turn to hand him one. His body was closer to yours than it was just a few seconds ago, but you didn't mind. "Thanks." His voice was rough and low, almost as if he spoke in a growl. You supply both rags with soap and begin to rub down your body as he does the same.

You sit back for a moment, not really putting in much effort into cleansing yourself as you were too distracted by the sight in front of you. The way his silver hair stretched and clung to his face as the water weighed it down drove you mad. The way the water trickles off his muscular arms and powerful body absolutely hypnotized you. "Having fun there, (Y/N)?" You look up from his chest to his eyes. "Sure am. And you?" You use the cloth that you were previously bathing yourself with and begin to rub across his chest. "I'm fine, but I can bathe myself." He jokes. "Are you sure about that? It looks like you missed a spot." You point to a random area on his chest. "What? Where?" He looks down to where you were pointing and you take the opportunity to place an unexpected kiss on his lips. The initial shock causes him to almost pull away at first, but he soon pushes into the kiss, making it more passionate.

Your back was now pushed against the wall as you both continued your heated kiss. He was first to slip in tongue and you followed, ignoring any drool that leaked from your mouth as it only blended in with the shower water. His hands were gripped tightly to your hips. He begins to bring his body closer to yours. You can feel something poking you before the rest of his body makes contact which causes you to smile against his lips.

You place a hand on his wet chest and slowly make your way lower and lower until you can feel the light scratchiness of his pubes. he nibbles lightly on your bottom lip, signaling for you to go even further. You follow through and reach down you grasp his hardened penis. He inhales sharply and you begin to rub it back and forth, teasing him with your soft touches. He grunted quietly and tightened his grip on your hips, digging his fingers in slightly. You whimper and wrap your fingers around his cock as you begin to jerk him off. "Fuck yeah. Just like that." He groans in your ear before placing scattered kisses on your neck. You use your free hand to reach up and tangle your fingers in his wet locks. He begins to bite down on the more tender spots on your soft neck, leaving marks all over.

After more and more stroking, he grabs your wrist and pulls it away from his crotch. "Do you want me?" He says in a husky voice directly into your ear. "Mhm." You try to not moan as you feel his hand rub down your stomach and making its way in between your legs. "Say it. Say you want me." He demands. "I want you." You gasp lightly as his fingers begin to play with you between your legs. Your knees come together and he uses one of his hands to move them apart. You wrap your arms around his neck, using him as support as your legs shake beneath you. His rough and calloused fingers toy with your clit, causing you to dig your nails into his back. This causes him to inhale through his gritted teeth, but he didn't mind.

After almost rubbing you to completion, he pulls away to torment you some more. You let out a dissatisfied groan as his hand pulls away. His smirk was as egotistical as ever. "What's wrong? You want a little more?" He places his hands on the wall with your body in-between them. He slowly began to bring his body closer to yours, trapping you against the wall. His hard dick was between your legs and resting eagerly against your pussy. He slowly rocked his body, moving his dick across your needy region. He stared into your eyes and watched the agitation grow stronger. "Having any regrets about this yet?" He holds in a chuckle. "No. But if you don't fuck me stupid then I might." "Is that an invitation?" He leans in more and places a hand on the side of your face, cupping it while his thumb played with your bottom lip. You open your mouth and lead the tip of his thumb in before slowly biting now. You didn't bite hard at all, just enough to make him pull his dick away from you and begin to position it for entry. "I'll take that as a yes, Buttercup."

With his thumb still in your mouth, he pushes the first few inches of his dick in. Your breath hitches and you accidentally bite down harder. "Bite any harder and I'll leave right now." He threatens. You immediately loosen your jaw and begin to suck lightly as he pushes more of himself into you. You moan and he pulls his thumb out but continues to hold your face in his hand as he slowly rocks his hips, giving you a little time to adjust. But, it was only a little bit of time. Once your body loosened a little bit he began to thrust. in and out, holding into your waist to keep you from slipping. The sound of wet skin slapping filled the room along with overwhelmed moans that you couldn't keep quiet.

A few grunts left his gritted teeth as he pounded into you relentlessly. "C'mere" He grabbed you by the arm and pulled you away from the wall and turned you so your back is facing him. He bends you over and places one of his hands underneath your stomach to provide you for support. You felt as his tip wandered around in between your legs before finding your vagina again. Once he filled you up with his dick again, he began to pound into you even harder. Both of his hands gripped tightly on each side of your waist as he pulled your entire body into him with each pound.

You felt like you could feel it in your stomach. His dick was harder than ever and you swore you could feel it throbbing and twitching inside of you. Your vision was blurred from the sheer amount of overwhelming pleasure so you closed your eyes. Your moans had become quiet little whimpers that were pushed out of you with each thrust. You feel his hand make its way through your hair as he grips a handful of it and pulls your head back slightly. "Fuck yes (Y/N).." He moans as your body limply swings against his pounding. You could feel a burning feeling growing between your legs. Your climax was near and you wanted so badly to finish. He could tell by the way your legs were trembling that you were close.

He reaches one of his hands between your legs and feels for the clit as he continued to slam into you. A loud moan escaping from your lips helped him navigate to eventually finding your sweet spot. So now he was drilling into you while also destroying your clit. You shut your eyes tight and let loose all of the swears, grunts, and moans you were holding back. His climax was approaching as well. You could hear him grunting and swearing louder and louder, occasionally saying your name. "Karl! Karl I'm gonna cum!" You cry out. He doesn't change his pace until he feels you release onto him. Your body goes completely limp as your vagina floods with your orgasm. You couldn't feel your body and your brain felt foggy.

He still had an orgasm to reach, though. So, he pulled out and made sure to keep a tight grip on you to make sure you don't collapse. You followed the motion of his movements as he turned you around and put his lips to yours as he stroked his cock. The kiss was messy, but loving. He stopped jerking himself off and grabbed you by the waist again. "Wrap your legs around me." He says. You nod, too dazed to give a verbal response. He lifts you up and you wrap your legs around his waist. You also wrap your arms around his neck and rest your head against him as he sticks his dick in you again. You give no protest and close your eyes as he pounds in and out into your comfortable body that engulfed him. While you were quiet, he could still hear you moaning under your breath. He bounced your body up and down, kissing you over and over again. Once he knew his orgasm was rising, he pulled you off and came, letting it drip down his shaft and onto the wet shower floor. You were both breathless but gained a sense of comfort from feeling each others chests rise and fall.

"So," He spoke in between small gasps. "I might need to shower with you more often." You laughed softly into his shoulder, too tired to give any real reaction. He twisted the knob to the shower off with his powers. His hands never left your body as he held you against him. "Here. Sit." He sits you down on the side of the tub and grabs a towel. He softly began to rub your wet hair, attempting to dry it while you rested. You stared into his eyes as he did so. They had their usual sharpness to them, but something about him in this moment was so much more tender than his usual self. You didn't complain though. When he was done, you took the towel from him and returned the favor by drying his hair. He closed his eyes and relaxed against your gentle touch. Once you finished, you placed a kiss on his nose that immediately created a smile on his face.

"How about we go relax a little more before I get back to work." He offers. "I'd like that." You respond quietly. He wraps a towel around his waist and then wraps a towel around you before picking you up bridal style and carrying you back to the bedroom. There, you both curled up against each other and fell asleep.

[eremiie]

i dont know if its ok to ask but- jealous possesive eren pleassee.. tyy🤸‍♀️

no, nothing;

❥ eren x reader | 2.4k words | modern au

❥ content: possessive eren wooo, wall sex??, cum play i guess

❥ a/n; yes yes this is late idk what happened??? anyways this is season 4 eren, that’s the vibes this gives me

"what are you doing?"

eren had your jaw in between his fingertips, head pointed up towards him yet eyes darting around to avoid his gaze.

you hated when he was like this— when he thought every little interaction with anyone other than him was some kind of advancement. it irked your nerves, yet your mouth stayed quiet and you stayed compliant when he spoke to you, when he confronted you.

your fingers danced up and down the material of his sweats to distract yourself. "nothing." your voice came out in a low mumble, nervous that if you spoke any louder than you were, eren would find it offensive.

"nothing?"

at least to you it was nothing, only a couple minutes ago before eren called you to stand in between his legs from where he was perched on the railing of the stairs, you were a distance away with your other friends, namely sasha, jean and connie.

it was late at night, moon in the sky as the five of you goofed off in front of connie and sasha's apartment. you had no reason to be out so late— other than the fact that you all were bored. you'd decided to get together at their shared apartment for a small get together but the house quickly became a bore.

connie tried to teach you a skateboard trick that sasha couldn't seem to get the hang of, although he deemed it as "one of the easiest tricks to learn." and since the title of the trick was self proclaimed, you wanted to try to see if it really was that easy. you didn't see any harm in that, you didn't see any harm when you finally attempted the trick and almost fell back, the rough surface of the skateboard flying out from underneath you and jean having to catch you before you injured yourself.

the four of you had a moment of laughter, and you had thanked jean for catching you. you didn't process what you were doing at the time because once again— you found nothing wrong with what you were doing. you found nothing wrong when your hands were encased with connie's for him to steady you, because it was just to steady you. you found nothing wrong when his hands were around your waist to prevent you from falling, and you found nothing wrong when you and jean were play fighting, you getting him back for letting the smoke from the joint ghost right in your face.

but eren did, he always did. every little gesture that was just friendly to you was flirty to him, every little gesture that mean nothing meant something in his eyes. it was irritating, you could always feel his eyes burning into your back, and you always felt like you had to watch your back. you felt like prey that was constantly being hunted, constantly being stalked and watched.

eren took a drag of the joint between the fingertips of his other hand, turning his head to the side to blow the smoke out before looking back down at you again. his gaze was intimidating, the way his eyes were low lidded in boredom— as if he's not surprised. like you have done this before and still haven't learned, even though there was nothing to learn, and a viridian stare that felt like it was looking right through you didn't help to ease the tense feeling in your muscles either.

"what do you mean nothing? you didn't see how they were all over you?" he asked you, tone low much like yours earlier, except it was steady and made you shrink from below him.

do you shake your head no? you didn't see how they were "all over you," but no didn't seem like a good answer for you, then again, you had no reason to lie to him.

"no."

you felt the tips of his fingers on your jaw tighten. eren let out a small incredulous laugh, as if he was in disbelief with your answer. wasn't it obvious? how could you not see the way they were touching you, messing with you, they were practically trying to make eren upset, they always did, and he didn't know how he was the only one who saw it.

his eyes trailed over your body, almost as if he was searching for something. "look at what you're wearing." your eyes skimmed over your attire. it was simple, his jacket draped over your shoulders at his request, covering both you shirt and your shorts completely as it was too big on you.

"eren, theres nothing wrong with what i'm wearing, they don't care,"

"how do you know?" eren furrowed his eyebrows at you in confusion, or maybe slight frustration at the fact that you weren't getting it. his hand dropped down from your jaw to your neck, resting it there while his thumb smoothed over your jawline in a relaxing manner if it wasn't for the conversation at hand. "baby, you're not watching them, i am."

the joint was brought back up to his mouth as he took another hit before letting go of you and sliding off the railing. "sasha," he called out for the girl, her hickory ponytail whipping as she looked towards the two of you. "here." his hand was out with the drug in hand, using his fingers to beckon her over to retrieve it while his other hand snaked around your waist pulling you close to him in a possessive manner.

sasha scurried over from where she was sat on the concrete, saying something to jean and connie before jogging over. "where are you guys going?" she asked as she plucked the joint from eren's fingers, putting it up to her own lips.

"______ needs to get something in the house, we'll be back in a minute."

you shuffled on your feet at his words— you didn't have anything to get.

sasha dismissed the two of you with a nod of her head, walking back over to the other two and repeating what eren said as he took you up the stairs of the apartment complex. he twisted the knob to the apartment until the door swung open, pushing you inside and shutting the door behind the two of you.

"eren, what—" his hand flew to your hips to push you against the door, your back hitting it with a thud that you were sure could've been heard by someone on the other side of the door. he towered over you, eyebrows coming together in aggravation.

"why can't you just fucking listen?" his question came out laced with venom, and you let out a small whimper with how tight he was holding you in place, his hips pressing into yours keeping the distance between the two of you almost nonexistent. "i'm not just saying this shit for no reason, you don't need to be letting them touch all over you. is that what you want?"

"eren—"

"huh?"

you repressed rolling your eyes and held your tongue, not responding to him once more. it almost seemed like your favorite thing to do— leaving him without a response, leaving what you were thinking up for interpretation although it looked like he already knew what you were thinking.

"i'm just trying to do you a favor." he murmured as he studied your face, grip softening just like the features on his face when you didn't respond, only a small pout gracing your features. his hand dipped down until it was underneath the fabric of his jacket, smoothing over the skin on your hip when it slipped between your shorts and shirt. "here,"

his mouth came down to kiss your forehead before pecking kissed down the side of your face, and you closed your eyes. you were used to this, it was the same process every time, he'd get envious, talk to you about it as if it was your fault, and then try to sweet talk you, convince you that it's you, and that it's okay, as if there was an issue in the first place. it happened every time.

eren let both of his hands slide to your ass, lifting you up until you were pushed against the door and leveled with his face. he held you up by your thighs, pressing his self into you and continuing his kisses down your neck.

his teeth nibbled at the soft skin and you held back the noises trying to elicit from your throat. it felt good, it did, he felt warm against you, and despite how he tended to act sometimes; you felt safe when you had him so close to you.

"since you seem to forgot," his hands moved quick, one of them wrapping around your torso to hold you up while the other one moved to pull down your shorts. the cold air of the apartment hit your legs all too quick— goosebumps spreading over your skin that were quickly soothed by eren's warm hand smoothing over your thigh once more. "let me remind you who you belong to."

and there he went, grinding himself against you, attacking your neck with kisses, you were sure he left a couple hickeys that'd be visible in the right lighting.

eren groaned when his finger went down to pull your underwear aside, the warm slick from your cunt meeting the side of his fingers.

he brought his hand up to his mouth, tongue sliding over his index finger as he tasted you, and you bit your lip feeling yourself clench around nothing.

eren shuffled to untie his sweatpants with one hand, then pulling them to his thighs along with his boxers before holding your underwear to the side and sliding into you with one quick motion. "fuck," he groaned feeling you sheath him inside of you.

a soft moan left your parted lips and you grabbed onto eren for support, your fingers twisting the fabric of his shirt as you held onto him, like how he held on to your waist.

his head buried into your shoulder as he pulled out and back into you, groaning into your neck as he continued to kiss you, your back hitting the door with every thrust. "oh, shit—" your sentence came out choppy, every stroke of his was hard, cause you to jolt up every time.

one of eren's hands went down to rub at your thighs before trailing back up your back to grab a fistful of your hair, pulling your head back to expose your neck more to him. you winced, but the hold he had on your hair soon felt like nothing when his lips were on your skin again.

"nobody fucks you like this, yeah?" his voice came out muffled as he spoke against your neck.

you struggled to respond, pleasure was flooding your body and you almost felt incoherent with the way he was fucking you, it felt all too good, it always felt too good. it was something about the way he wanted to fuck you and let you know that you were his, and that you'll never be anyone else's.

"yes, yes." your voice was shaky, and you could feel eren smiling against you. he let go of your locks and moved his hand just a little bit further south to grab your neck instead.

he sped his pace up, and your hips moved to get him deeper— you were practically impaling yourself on him, every time he fucked up into you, you tried to meet his hips.

the lewd noises between the two of you were dirty, they made eren want to fuck you harder, knowing that despite everything that was happening moments ago you were always ready to let him fuck you good. "god, eren," you choked out, feeling his hand around your neck tighten.

you weren't worried about anything else— not about the fact that the other three could walk in at any moment, not about the black spots that were appearing in the corner of your eyes, not about the fact that this was supposed to be your lesson. you were only worried about the way his cock slid against your walls, the way that small tinge of pain made your body jerk when he would hit your cervix yet feel so good at the same time. your were worried about how your clit would hit the fabric of his shirt every time he fucked into you, and how close you were.

and by the way his hips were stuttering, the way his movements were becoming more sloppy, and his grip loosening on your neck, you knew he was close too. "what?" he breathed out, it almost sounded like a pant.

"i'm gonna cum," you moaned, and he dropped his hand from your neck to reach in between the two of you, thumb rubbing your clit in large messy circles until you tightened around eren, a cry of what could have only been his name leaving you as you came around him.

his eyes screwed shut as he felt your slick run down him, when he pulled a little out of you he could see the white ring you left around the base of his cock and he groaned as he used you to get himself off, thrusting into you a few more times before filling you up with his own cum with a grunt.

your legs felt weak, if he were to put you down now you weren't sure if you would be able to stand. so you sat there in his arms for a few minutes, both of you trying to catch your breath and come down from your high. your head was rested against his shoulder and his against your chest.

finally, eren slowly pulled out with a hiss, he was still a little sensitive. he let you step down, still holding onto him to not fall and he pulled your underwear back into place, his fingers pressing the cloth against your cunt  until he could feel his cum wetting the fabric, the squelching noises making you whimper.

"now let's go back out there," he sighed, content with the way you still gripped onto him as you pulled your shorts back up unsteadily.

"and remember who's cum you're filled with when we do."