#orz i need him carnally

[merakiui]

more beans day azul vignette that i really like!!!! orz he’s actually so pathetic it’s really too cute.

[fire-lizard-ro]

Ohoho Sunday thoughts you say? >:D this is loosely based on the prior ask? But I was just thinking how Sunday would probably try (keyword try) to remain pure and abstain from s*x before marriage, yknow? But when he finally does have you as his own, all bets are off. Angel boi is horny and wants you :( in his mind: it’s pure and simple yet beautiful lovemaking between two souls :( and in my love deprived ass I would melt because I know he’d be big on giving and receiving praise fjgjgjgj even would enjoy the idea of extending the Family if you were down for it (whether or not you could, he enjoys the idea of it) ((also he likes control so))

And don’t get me staarttteddd on his sweet aftercare and pillow talk D: oml you’d quite literally be on cloud nine!! He is too tho :) and he cannot help himself from just being so sweet and genuine orz

ohhHHHHH- Y e s I like this quite a bit. Need this to take a break from the angst I’ve been cookin up with a certain someone (you know who you are OTL).

Fair warning y’all are gonna end up seeing me write a fic about him that is blatantly blasphemous with religious themes (pretends like I’m not already working on one like that with Argenti).

Anyways- Back to this.

Thank you so much for the ask~ I love Sunday so much. <333333

CW: possessive behavior, cumming inside, fluff!!! (crazy I know how very almost off brand of me-), maybe some blasphemous thoughts? (idk that they count with aeons but hey-), marking, breeding kink (he’s saying it regardless of whether you are able to have children or not bc regardless it’s h o t -), praise

Reader gender: gender neutral (I tried not to say anything that would be too telling about what sex the reader is so please read it as such! I don’t think I said anything that was like that-)

So going off the last ask, we’re going to assume that he likes you enough to feel great affection for you. Enough to want you. To feel his own carnal desires rear their head even before you’ve married. It manifests in his seemingly innocent yet wandering hands. A hand on your waist as he passes by you. His hands drifting dangerously low when you hug. Leaning in close to talk to you. Lips making their way down from your forehead to your cheek to the corner of your lips. The placement of his kiss making its way to your lips slowly with every goodbye kiss.

But at some point, he can’t really stop himself from at least using those pretty hands of his on you- Along with that silver tongue and sinful mouth. He’ll make you feel so incredibly good, plunging his long fingers into you and taking you into his mouth. He’s lick and suck at you and even slide his tongue inside you. Perhaps the taste of you would be enough to tide him over until you were properly his- Married to him. It would have to be enough because you deserved to have a perfect wedding and perfect wedding night.

But aeons that doesn’t stop him from pleasuring you with what he can before then in order to hopefully keep himself in line. Even as his cock aches with the need to have you, he’ll just hold you down and whisper sweet promises in your ear. Even if you beg him, he won’t. Just wait for him baby just a little longer-

But after the ceremony is over and the afterparty is done and the guests all leave-

Oh dear. You’re finally left alone with your hungry fian- husband. You’re finally left alone with your absolutely famished husband. And you’re on the menu.

It begins like how many of your other encounters of sexual nature begin.

Sweet kisses that make it seem like he wants to swallow you whole.  Gentle hands taking in the feel of you in his arms. Trailing kisses down your throat, eyes closed in ecstasy because you were finally his now. He can have you with no regrets. All that waiting was for this moment. When he could finally have you wholly. And that makes this moment in the warm light of the bedside lamp and the cooler shades of the moon all the sweeter.

Wetted fingers stretching you in preparation for something larger, taking their time in their task despite knowing you well by then. Because even if this was to get you ready to become one with him- He’s wants to draw as much pleasure from you as possible. This is a special night for the two of you. One he will cherish completely and one he wants to make perfect for you. His arm would be holding him up, cradled behind your head for you to lean on while he molds himself to your side. Even as you whine and roll your hips into the curl of his fingers inside you, pressing on that special spot inside you, he kisses your cheeks gently with soothing words. “Good… very good, my love. Just a little more- I want you to finish on my fingers first. Can you do that for me, my sweet? I know you can-”

Just as he gives you your first orgasm of the night, he takes your lips once more while gently coaxing your through the waves of pleasure. He’s so soft, guiding you through the dance even while your mind goes blank for a bit as he watches your expression. “That’s it. I’ve got you.”

It’s then that he kisses you almost chastely before beginning his journey down your body to have his prize. The prize being whatever he’s managed to pull from you. He’d lick it from your body in broad strokes as though he were tasting honey dribbled over your form, caressing your every curve as he went.

Sunday would dribble lube over himself, a hand slathering the viscous substance over his cock in pumping motions. It was almost erotic watching him. The way he'd squeeze just a little at the top and you would watch his hardness twitch and drool between his fingers. But when you look up, the angelic man would only be looking at you. Gazing lovingly- longingly at you.

That's how it always was. Ever since meeting, he couldn't seem to take his eyes off you. You were simply radiant to him. Unlike anything or anyone else he'd ever seen.

Leaning over you to settle himself between your legs, Sunday would give you another kiss before asking if you were ready. While waiting for your answer, he'd go back to nip and lick at your neck. He wanted to mark you for all to see- You were his. His lover, his spouse, his soulmate. His. No one else's. He would love and care for you in every way, he'd think to himself.

And no- Don't just nod at him. "I need to hear you say it, dove. Please? For me, my dear?" Once you'd given him your clear consent, he'd bring you into a deep kiss while lining himself up with your stretched out, wet entrance. He can't even bring himself to tease you a little. Though the thought crossed his mind, he knew he'd been waiting far too long for this.

Once he was in the proper place, he'd rest his forehead against yours, the two of you breathing in each other's air while he looks down at where the two of you would be connected, fingers drifting to fondle you in order to distract from any possible pain you may feel with a gentle hum.

As Sunday would finally push in, cockhead popping inside, he'd gasp against your lips with twitching hips he had to force still. "Are you alright, love?" Taking a moment for himself to regain his composure and steel himself, he'd hide away in the crook of your neck to breathe in your scent and feel your pulse beneath his soft lips. Once you were ready it would be but a slow rock of his hips, moving gently inside you, to eventually sheath himself completely inside. As he worked himself into your tightness, Sunday would whisper sweet words into your ears in a whisper, as though the words were only for the two of you despite no one else being around- The words would come in between kisses while he rubbed a hand up and down your side to comfort you, the hand occasionally straying to rub your sex or pluck at your nipples to distract you from the strain of this part of the night.

Once bottomed out, your ass resting in the cradle of his hips with his body covering yours, he would ask you if you're alright and give you time to adjust. It's all praises here, the man telling you just how good you are for him and saying that you're doing wonderfully. After some time passes and you rock your hips against his to test your comfort, a small moan would be startled out of him before it devolves into a chuckle. "Are you ready, my love?"

It'd start with hip just grinding into you, firm but slow and accompanied by a pleasured sigh from him. He'd hold back none of his sounds because he wanted you to know how good you made him feel. Then he'd pull out only just a bit before thrusting himself back in. At some point he had begun to properly fuck you, the push and pull like the rocking of a boat on a gentle sea. This was making love. And after angling his hips, he found your sweet spot he'd only ever touched with those pretty fingers of his.

It'd be a struggle to not lose himself in you. In your all-consuming presence and the pleasure you gave him- In the love you showed him as you reached up to bring him close with a whimper of his name. It was like hearing the gospel fall from your lips. And they might as well have been. For now you were his everything. His god, his true Harmony. Were you to say it, it would be so. And right now, you were telling him that it felt good and asking him to keep going. So, he would.

With teeth gently marking all the places he'd been, his darkened eyes would watch the way you arch your back and moan to the heavens (they were yours anyways). Sunday is something that knows how to hide its teeth and disguise itself in the form of a man. He was careful to dull his claws so he would not hurt you when he held you close. Careful to veil the violence that was part of him, showing in his eyes, when he was with you. But he was a beast who knew the taste of blood. And yet you, his pure and lovely dove, loved him and accepted him. You said he was a good man and that you loved him. You were his truth. So, it must be so.

He wanted to claim you so wholly that none could ever deny that you both belonged to one another. That none could mistake that you were his deity and him your humble and devout servant who worshiped you here in the temple of your bed, giving you his offerings in pleasure, loyalty, and love. That brought another idea to mind of just how he could claim you and show you his deepest love.

"I want to breed you, my love. To carry on the family and mark you inside with my cum. Would that be alright? Do you want that as well, dove?"

He would speed up now, thinking about how he could have a family with you. How lovely you would look with a child tottering around behind you. He would make it happen no matter what so long as you wanted it as well. When you agree, he'd smile so wide his face hurt and shower you with kisses. "Thank you, thank you, thank you, my love my heart my everything-"

He can hardly fathom how he'd lived without you before.

Touching and kissing you all over he drove the two of you to your peak, the both of you moaning and whining against each other's lips as you kissed through the high. His hips continued to rock into yours to prolong the waves of pleasure that washed over you before slowing to a stop when you both became overstimulated.

"Thank you, love. You did so well- So very good for me. I love you so much," he'd praise and declare between kisses that he planted all over- Everywhere he could reach while wrapped up in your arms and holding you so close you wondered if the two of you could fuse together. "I love you, too," you'd mumble against his lips as he came back to them for a proper kiss. The chaste peck turning into a sensuous slide of lips, unhurried and full of undeniable love.

Even when he withdrew from your now cum-filled hole and began to clean you up, he would praise you and ask you how you felt while pressing kisses every place he touched. Once everything was done and he'd had you drink water, he'd lay down and pull you to lay on his chest. While stroking your back and pressing a kiss to your hair, he'd bid you goodnight and say yet another "I love you" before quietly humming to help you drift asleep.

Hopefully that was to your liking~ I had fun writing it! Thank you for the idea and for letting me write more about Sunday! <333

Feel free to send in another request if you want, hehe.

[iamnightduchess]

Hai Queen, can you make HC of ReiKasa's secret fetishes? (Lmao I'm so embarrassed) or if they uhm BDSM, what will they do?

Hello luv, thank you for the Ask! Happy belated birthday in advance. I am so sorry for the delayed wish 🙏 Here's hoping this will be a good belated gift for you 💖

Reiner x Mikasa (ReiKasa) Extremely Kinky Sexy Times Modern AU (R20+) Headcanon #12

(A/N: ‼️WARNING‼️Graphic/Explicit Description of very dirty smut with potentially provocative images ⛔ Please don't click Keep Reading if you're below 20 🙅‍♀️ Sorry kiddos! To my more adult readers, please absorb this post's content with appropriate discretion & maturity)

Ring the alarm because it's going to get extremely fiery in this zone 😳🔥🔥🔥 If i'm going to horny jail, I'm taking you guys with me haha

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Reiner & Mikasa have a very comfortable (and vanilla) sex life. However, they do have some secret kinks that they share behind closed doors. The kinks are only discovered after they've been together for at least half a year based on the trust they have built through their relationship. Reiner and Mikasa would at least go on between 10-15 dates before they become intimate with each other & exploring the more physical aspects of their relationship. These two don't f**k. They make love; slow, tantric, gazing into each other's eye kind of loving. When their bodies fuse, so do their souls.

BUT, after months of getting comfortable with each other's bodies, that is when they know they are both ready to bring in more colors into their sex life and ready to take it to the next level. It takes some time on Mikasa's end because this woman has some insecurities with the way her body is built. Yet Reiner helps her build her confidence a lot by giving her the space and the time she needs to truly let herself go with him and he is the kind of man that embraces HER body type the way she is. But if Reiner could describe Mikasa's body with one word, it'll be with heaven-sent.

Secret Fetishes

Muscle Kinks (Both)

No, not the literal muscle kink 🤣 Mikasa admires Reiner's body very much - his strong and sturdy shoulders and his large Nordic build reminds her of the statue of Ares she had once saw in Greece. His biceps are her most favorite go-to body parts of his (during sex especially) when she wants to sneak in quick affectionate touches, kisses or squeezes (apart from his butt!). Mikasa expresses her feelings better through touches. Let's just say she can't keep her hands away from his a$$ when they're in private. Reiner has also learned to know that the tighter her grip is on his biceps while he's inside of her, it means he's hitting her sweet spots just right.

Meanwhile for Reiner, he doesn't have a very specific favorite on Mikasa because he loves every part of her! Although he's developed an affinity for her breasts and abs. He'd jokingly say that he'll eat off her body if he could (like those kinky sushi bars haha) 😏 But, to Mikasa, Reiner knows exactly how to suck her soul out of her body through certain sensitive points of hers using his sinful lips.

Fellatio (Reiner)

Like most men, Reiner loves getting blowjobs. He finds himself in bliss yet being extremely defeated every time Mikasa goes down on him. This woman, apart from having a pair of strong grips, rather unexpectedly, has a strong jaw muscle and exceptional gag reflex control. She swallows too ;) He'd almost instantaneously comes when she pulls double jobs on him (mouth & breasts) at the same time. He also loves running his fingers through her hair and seeing the intensity in her gaze when they lock eyes while he's deep inside her mouth. Mikasa devours him like she would with her favorite ice-cream: lots of tongue, sucking and loads of slurping.

Cunnilingus (Mikasa)

Mikasa isn't a very loud lover but only Reiner is able to make her whimper helplessly with his mouth and fingers. Reiner sucks so well (pun intended) that she'll end up being a heaving mess when he's done with her. Mikasa has become an acquired taste for Reiner. He knows exactly the right amount of pressure to apply using his tongue and teeth on that sensitive spot of hers until he drinks her dry. These two love the receiving and giving aspect of their lovemaking. So, yes, they enjoy doing the 34+35 a lot ;)

Mild Kink - Foreplay, hair pulling, loads of biting & scratching (both)

As referenced in this post, Reiner & Mikasa are both biters. He likes pulling her hair if he takes her from behind and she'll grip his back or his arms so hard that her nails would always break his skin if he's taking her in missionary. BUT, the sweetest part of their lovemaking is always their foreplay. Reiner loves running his fingers along her thighs, hips and back and takes pride when he can make her shiver with tiny prickling goosebumps on her skin. That way, he knows he's making her feel really good. Also, when he gets her all wet and gushy. *Bixby, play WAP by Cardi B & Megan Thee Stallion 😳

Asphyxiation (both)

We're almost getting into BDSM territory. Depending on their mood for lovemaking, Reiner and Mikasa injects a li'l bit of mild asphyxiation while they're in deep penetration mode; just a little bit & not too much. They have a strong level of trust between them that they've never accidentally gripped too hard on or hurt the other. Their safe word for this: ACE.

Roleplay (Both)

Even after years of being together (even after the children comes into the picture), Reiner and Mikasa enjoys frequent roleplaying. Usually takes place during their wedding anniversaries to keep their marriage fresh and spicy. From pretending to be strangers meeting in a hotel bar, to hot plumber and the sexy housewife and to reliving their highschool tropes, these two have no qualms in putting on some disguises while getting their freak on.

Public Sex (Reiner) / Risk-taker (Mikasa)

Now, Mikasa is an extremely private, introverted person and her definition of public is more of having the risk of being heard of than the location itself. At the beginning of their exploratory phase, the furthest location beyond the bedroom that she's ever been comfortable in would be their house kitchen in broad daylight.

Even then, she'd be the one who'd make the first move because Reiner once shared that it'll be interesting to try sneaking a quickie when/where they're not supposed to.

Reiner wears reading glasses when he works at home and Mikasa always finding herself feeling a little turned on when he does. There's just something inexplicably sexy when she sees her gorgeous man getting all engrossed in serious work mode.

One time, Reiner was in a Zoom call with Magath and his Warrior unit and suddenly his woman just walks out of their bedroom with nothing but his tshirt on, sans underwear. Mikasa intentionally reaches for things in the top shelf and bending over the kitchen counter a little bit more than usual just to tease him. Well, it worked and he had to maintain a straight face when his vidcam is still on with his raging hard-on or while she's sucking him off from underneath their kitchen table. As soon as the Zoom call ends, Mikasa's getting the pounding, I mean, the punishment that she deserves.

There was also that one time when he was in an online gaming party with Armin, Jean and Connie, while an almost naked Mikasa was riding him hard at the same time. The boys still couldn't explain why Reiner was suddenly silent in-game (he said his mic was being weird) and why he was voluntarily sacrificing his character repeatedly while they're in the middle of a boss fight during that session haha

If they're in the kitchen, expect some edibles to add on a little more spice such as ice on his pecs and abs as well as whipping cream all over hers.

BDSM (Both) - including Blindfold, Bondage, Spanking, Dom & Sub subtext

Reiner is a man of strict discipline and Mikasa is a woman with a fixed routine but their sex life reflects both authority and flexibility that balances with their pre-planned kink-exploration techniques. Reiner and Mikasa both take turns to be the giver and receiver. Seriously, the level of trust and carnal attraction between these two are phenomenal.

When she's the one receiving, Mikasa would surrender all of her self control to Reiner's hands and hot damn, when this man is in his dominating mode, Mikasa would end up screaming and biting into the pillow because Reiner can be extremely firm in delaying her gratification. Playing with her like a skilled musician would to his instrument, Reiner knows how Mikasa's body works and responds to his touch. He likes raising her limits higher every time.

This man can be scary manipulative when he's the dom and he will leave her begging for his mercy. He has amazing hands made for comforting massages and well, orgasmic spanking. Their safe word when he's the Dom: DIAMONDS.

Reiner tried addressing himself as 'Daddy' with Mikasa one time before spanking her. Needless to say, she ended up rolling on the bed laughing. That session failed gloriously. She'll made a point, however, to use that specific endearment years down the lane as their secret keyword in front of their kids when Mummy's in the mood for some heavy bonding with Daddy 🙈 In the end, she still calls him 'Daddy' for sex? 🤷‍♀️ orz

When he's the one receiving, he will be the most hard-to-break sub and lucky for him, Mikasa is a persistent dom. He loves it when he can let go and just be fully vulnerable with her. She will make him kneel, she will make him beg and Reiner loves it when she takes control over him.

He pretended to resist against his restraints even more just so she would inflict on him harder. Although, Reiner has some underlying emotional issues and has some repressed self-aggression with innate desires that need to be 'reprimanded' in a sense. He's a physically strong figure in the public eye but he is emotionally and psychologically vulnerable due to some issues that began in his childhood that was only addressed professionally later on in his young adult life. He also has some attrition to pain that needs to be channeled safely and Mikasa is the only woman who he can be open and honest with, who has strong impenetrable limits to receive and hard resolve to inflict on him when he truly needs it. Their safe word when she's the dom: SPADES.

Usually, after a very intense session, these two would soothe each other with a long, warm embrace or just hold each other for far longer in the showers before pulling themselves back into their neutral zone. They'll usually slip into something much more comfortable afterwards with some comfort food, weighted blanket and streaming services. Reiner and Mikasa both are physically and emotionally built perfectly for each other that it's so surreal. Their bond, love and trust just run even deeper with each passing day that he believes when they sleep, their souls would still be looking for each other.

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Sorry it got even longer than I expected but I had super fun thinking & working on this! Thank you so much for the Ask & I hope you've had a memorable celebration this year ❤ xoxo

[lazy-safetastic-13]

Trial run for Wolf Sans x Vamp Red

I tried!!! Orz IDK WHAT I’M DOING LOL

Pairing: Kustard

Words: 1, 100

Sans stir awake, his dog-like ear appendages twitched as his tail swished to a side. Slowly opening his eyes and blinking away the sleep, Sans turned around to check the time at the clock that was on the bedside table.

6 am, huh. It wasn’t unusual for him wake up around that time. An internal alarm clock he couldn’t turn off even if he wanted to. Maybe it was the wolf in him that needed him to take walks. Sans stopped caring in wondering the why’s and simply just dealt with it. The lazy bones in him wished he could sleep some more, but the wolf said otherwise.

Sitting up to stretch a bit, a sigh of relief escaped him from the satisfying cracks it made. He heard shuffling at his side that brought a smile to his face, and planted a quick kiss to his lover’s forehead before getting out of bed.

He padded around the completely darkened room, already used to knowing where things were as he grabbed a shirt from his drawers to put on. He tended to sleep half naked, so the shorts he wore were fine.

Sans reached for his sweater and was putting it on as he headed for the door. He made sure not to trip over stuff along the way; their room was always a mess after all. Once he made it pass the obstacle course, Sans left their room; closing the door quietly on his way out.

His lover will be awake in twelve hours; an ample amount of time for him to do just about anything. Though, he wished he could spend his day off with Red more. Guess that’s the only con to dating a vampire—not enough time spend together.

In any case, Sans decided to take stroll around the town, grab some food on the way, and remind himself to do some grocery shopping when he gets back.

His brother had teased him once that he fell hard for Red since he’d been so responsible and actually willing to do things for the vampire … And to his dismay, he couldn’t deny it. He made sure to irritate Papyrus with his plethora of puns that day as payback.

“Guess I’ll drop by Grillby’s for some breakfast.” And Sans’ day began.

Sans came home with a bag of groceries in one hand. It was almost six pm, so Sans refrigerated the food before heading to the bedroom.

He’d already eaten a hefty dinner beforehand, but he kept some ketchup packets in his pockets as reserves in case Red drank too much and Sans would pass out. It had only happened once, and it was on the first time he allowed Red to drink his blood. They’d learned then, but it didn’t hurt to come prepared at all times.

The wolf entered the room, his tail wagging from side to side, unable to hide his excitement that he’d get to talk to Red. Since it was night time, Sans had no problem turning on their lights and opening the blinds. Artificial light doesn’t hurt vampires after all.

“Wake up, sleeping beauty.” The annoyed groan was music to his ears, and Sans smiled as headed to the bed to pull at the covers so that he could see Red’s face.

Sleepy red eye lights stared back at him and the wolf kissed him. “Hi.”

“… ‘llo.” The vampire yawned and rubbed his eyes to rid of sleep.

“Hungry?” Sans sat on the bed and helped his lover sit up. He placed a hand on the back of the other’s skull and pulled him towards his neck.

The wolf shuddered when he felt a warm tongue lap at his clavicle and moved close to its target. Arms wrapped around his waist as Sans free hand supported himself from behind.

“Thank you.”

And Sans gritted his teeth when sharp fangs sank into his bones as if they were soft flesh. He relaxed shortly right after as it was like getting your blood taken—literally in his case, which makes it a perfect analogy—and you can’t truly prepare yourself from the initial pain. Sans rubbed Red’s back in a soothing motion and just simply allowed the calm silence to fill the room.

When the vampire was done, his partner used a bit of magic to close the wound like always. Though each time Sans was licked there, he found the place becoming more and more sensitive. He supposed he didn’t mind. It kind of felt like it was a way of Red marking him as his own. Stars, the wolf wanted to just combust and dust right there from how cheesy that was. Good thing Red won’t know or he’d never hear the end of his teasing for being such a sap.

“You okay? Did I take too much?” Red nuzzled the wolf’s neck and Sans just wanted to push his lover down and fu—

“I’m fine.” His tone may have come off a bit stiff and hoped that Red didn’t pick up o—

“Do you want to do it?”

Red watched the tail stiffen in place, and he couldn’t help smirking. So predictable. And the vampire just knew how to entice his partner.

The skeleton moved away to lie down on the bed, and slowly trailed a hand go underneath his shirt, with the other travelling down to his hip bone. The hand made it to the femur and began to spread his legs apart. With a devilish smile, he met Sans’ gaze. “What? You’re not gonna jump me? Are you a pup? Or a big bad wolf?”

Sans felt himself rise to the challenge. The pride of the wolf in him made his eye lights filter blue and he made a low guttural sound.

“You really shouldn’t be a vampire.” Sans crawled on top of his partner in between the parted legs. His hands pressed beside the other’s head; a hand on each side.  

“Yeah?” Red wrapped his arms around his partner’s neck to pull him close so they were only an inch apart. “What should I be then?”

“An incubus fits you much better.”

“Pfft. Says the one who gets horny almost all the time.”

“And who’s fault is that?” Sans’ smile was sinful that Red found himself heating up. But the vampire was not one to back down without a fight.

“I wonder as we—”

The wolf mashed their mouths together and used the chance to have their tongues meet.

No more words were exchange as the two quickly fell into their carnal desires.

The night was certainly young for this pair of lovers.  

Lol, just kill me. idk man. it was so much better in my head. lol.

Just for shit n giggles. derp. Not my best.

[merakiui]

CEO Azul is a bug I want to study and corner. What if reader decides she's truly had enough, and doesn't care if she can never get a job in this field again. She waits until maybe one or both of the Leech's are out of office, and resigns to Azul in front of a bunch of other employees (no 1-month notice, she's leaving now). She declines to go in his office to talk it over. What tako do? I guess at this point, he knows where she lives anyway...

In that case,,,,,, it's housewife life for you. <3 you fight him now, but soon you'll see that this is good for you. No stressful work environments or the irritations and anxieties that come with applying for jobs and going in for interviews. No bills or rent to worry about. You'll lead a comfortable life tucked away in his home, and he'll provide you with everything you could ever need or want (everything except your freedom, that is). Doesn't that sound ideal? A life in which you can relax forever, not ever having to know any of life's greatest stresses or difficulties! Azul's only doing this with your best interests in mind (and his. Mostly his, actually). But you'll come around eventually; he's sure of it!

And all you need to do in return is love him. It may be difficult at first, but after some time you'll realize this is the perfect life and he's the perfect husband who'll love you unconditionally and obsessively. It's okay if work isn't for you; he doesn't expect you to lift a finger, nor will he force you to do so. He'll take care of everything. You won't have any time to think about Trey or Riddle when Azul's checking off the items on his life plan with you.

The first item? Start a family. :)

[merakiui]

*slides in* pspspsps in one of Belphie's devilgram (You Make Me Warm All Over) MC woke up in the middle of the night just to found Belphie had crawled into their bed and had been sleeping right next to them, for "warmth" 😳 so somnophiloa Belphie might not be too far fetched muahahaha

AAAAAAAAA OTL OTL for "warmth" but it's really just so he can warm his dick. Any character associated with sleep in any shape or form (all of Diasomnia, but especially Malleus, Belphie, and perhaps even Scaramouche when he's able to appear in Haypasia's dreams as a vision during his brief era as a god) automatically becomes perfect potential for somno. <3 Belphie being the avatar of sloth who sleeps often,,,,, it writes itself hehe. >:3c and if you woke up during it he'd just shush you back to sleep or stuff your face in the pillows to quiet all of your protests.

Omg and imagine if it became a nightly thing and after a certain time your body is just trained to react to him and his touch. >:D Belphie conditioning you when you're asleep,,,,, orz he can share you with Beel, but everyone else is a no-go. But then you won't need them when you're already so finely tuned to him and his habits. :)

[merakiui]

Overblot brainrot be hitting different after that midnight coffee. Overblot boys. Just all of them. So many possibilities. There's just so much potential there. Also can I be 🫐 Anon?

Overblot Azul is so OTL OTL OTL but this is also because I'm extremely, immensely biased. >_< I just think his entire breakdown is so delicious. The build-up and the laughter and that SLOW BREATH HE TAKES. THE TAKO TEARS. HIS "AA AAAA AAAAAAA MOU YADA." OTL OTL OTL OTL OTL it drives me so crazy. His overblot theme is also such a BANGER???????? The piano.......... thank you to Leona for destroying his contracts because we were granted such a great scene. >w< I need to replay book three.

I love the other overblots as well!!! I think Vil's overblot was also so great. The nail-biting tension in the lead-up to when he almost poisons Neige with the apple juice, but Rook steps in........ the breakdown that follows suit. :O too good... and Riddle's overblot will always have a special place in my heart. T^T his backstory is so sad. I always become emotional when I see his overblot scene. Those chapters in the manga just made the emotions become even stronger uuwaaaa!!!!!!

Idia's overblot.............. all of book six feels like such a fever dream. I need to replay it at some point, but then those dreadful towers.......... ;;;;; I'm just so fascinated with STYX. Research labs in fiction will always be my weakness, and I really enjoyed getting to see all of the characters interact in their respective towers. Also, the STYX bgm is another banger. orz orz

I'm rambling a lot, but there's so much I could say about the overblots. So much potential indeed!!!! (And you can definitely be 🫐 anon!! :D)

[merakiui]

I think I’ve come down with a sickness, because I’m thinking about Idia constantly. Why did it have to be him??!! I think it might be that fact you were talking about sharing clothes with Floyd, then I immediately thought about slipping into Idia’s jacket with him still inside so I can cuddle with him. Then proceeded to catch myself and deny ever having such a thought!!! What do I do??!! I can’t be having Idia brain rot!!! I’m a loyal seafood enjoyer!!

Embrace your thoughts of Idia. <3 live, laugh, love Idia Shroud forever. I'm here to enable your love for him!!!! His jacket looks so comfy; I don't blame you for having such a thought because it's very true!!!! The two of you cuddling and wearing that oversized jacket is such a cute idea. >w< or being face to face with him while you're both wearing it, but you're cockwarming him while he's gaming...... do you see the vision? orz he's the cutest scrunkly gamer bf with his atrocious sleep schedule and galaxy brain and AAAAAAAAAAA.

It's such a big jacket as well, so you could get away with wearing that and nothing underneath. <3 throwing it on after Idia's just rearranged your guts so you can grab a snack from the Ignihyde kitchen. Or wearing it to hide your pregnant belly from him!!!!! OTL so many thoughts,,,

[merakiui]

Imagine being basketball player!Floyd’s cute little cheerleader girlfriend…

He drapes his jacket over you so no one else will look at you when you’re wearing your cheer uniform. <3 always so overprotective and possessive!! Each shot he makes is dedicated to you, but whether he can behave long enough to stay in the game is another sort of dedication he needs to work on. >_< you’ll meet him after everything’s ended and he drags you into the showers in the locker room to kiss you all over, so proud of his shrimpy for cheering the loudest. You’ll likely be plastered to the wall while he fucks you sore and silly, leaving you scrabbling for a handhold against the tiles. Water washes away both sweat and the blood that runs down Floyd’s back when your nails dig into his shoulders each time he hits that lovely spot deep inside you.

[merakiui]

Now I just want to about your thoughts of Trey cuckolding Riddle's s/o

Trey understands better than anyone that Riddle is not the easiest to deal with. He extends his sympathies to you once you're in a relationship with Riddle. It can be stressful with all of the rules and expectations Riddle holds over your head, obsessively sculpting you to fit his criteria for perfection. And while Trey does occasionally lessen the blow (soothing and reminding Riddle to keep a level head before he levels yours for very minor, insignificant infractions), he'd rather not parent him over every little thing. Riddle's responsible; he can take care of his own relationships. But when he can't...

That's why Trey is here to give you relief. It starts small; he asks if you'd like to help him in the kitchen preparing Unbirthday treats. Baking will surely help you relax after being tugged along on an invisible leash, suffering Riddle's tyranny all in the name of love. Trey bakes at the most convenient times. It's always when Riddle's occupied with his studies or out of the dorm on account of Housewarden duties, but isn't that just a clever confectionary calculation orchestrated by a certain Mr. Clover? :)

Trey can tell himself he isn't trying to be intentional when he intervenes like this (a sugared lie), but can you really blame him? This isn't a competition (Riddle is clearly the winner because he has you), and he knows better than to compare himself and Riddle. But what is it you see in his high-strung friend that keeps you coming back for more? Surely you're aware that Trey is bigger, has more stamina, is physically stronger... Well, those qualities may be superficial if you aren't someone searching for appearances. Beyond that, he's sweet, attentive, and patient. He is, in all aspects, husband material. If you were with Trey, he would work through disagreements in a civil manner with a sweet smile and plenty of pastries to praise you after he's finished gaslighting you into submission. Riddle will only collar you, yell at you, grow frustrated with you... And if you're really thinking long-term, Trey's family is so perfect. They're as sweet as the strawberry tarts they bake. And what will Riddle offer? A wickedly bitter prison warden for a mother.

Trey bakes in close proximity with you. He has an apron prepared for you, tailored to your exact measurements, and he always chooses to tie the bow in the back himself rather than simply using magic to do the work for him. He spends a long time behind you, his hands almost ghosting over your hips, while he stalls with easy conversation. He's drawing away before you can come to the realization that he's too close for comfort. When baking, he brushes past you, teases you, acts like the two of you are a couple bantering over recipes (which is just your usual friendship, but in the kitchen even friends can be thrown into the oven and emerge as lovers). He knows what he's doing when he rolls his sleeves up, when he kneads dough, when he licks his finger and swipes flour from your cheek with a playful smirk, when he holds the spoon for you to lick, his eyes drawn to the way your tongue darts out to gather thick frosting.

Trey builds sexual tension much like how he prepares layers in a cake. Each step is meticulous, every fondant flower and sparkling sprinkle adorning the smooth surface of the cake with immense precision. It takes time and effort; it's a waiting game that he'll gladly play. He knows how to be patient. Unlike Riddle, he can adore imperfections. After all, it's cute when you make a mistake in the kitchen and you turn hopefully to him for guidance. He loves baking with you. He'd love even more to fuck you for the amount of time it takes for the cake in the oven to bake. Alas, he can settle for cornering you in the kitchen, allowing your embarrassment to rise before he merely flashes you that bashful, boyish grin and reaches up to grab a bowl from the shelf.

In the kitchen, you and Trey appear to be more than just friends when he crafts tension so expertly. Beyond the kitchen, you return to being Riddle's lover and the delicious dream he confines himself in promptly shatters. But this is okay. There will always be an Unbirthday party, which calls for sweets, and Trey is the resident baker in need of his cute sous-chef.

He'll comfort you when he has you pinned to the counter after the two of you have exchanged more than a few heated kisses, assuring you that Riddle doesn't have to know about this. It will be a sugar secret between the both of you. You look so desperate, so torn between him and Riddle. Trey's fingers curl under your chin to guide your eyes to his. He smiles at you and tells you, rather simply, that he can kiss you much deeper than Riddle ever can, all while his hand rests upon your belly, estimating a measure of just how many inches of him you'll take.

Riddle is a good textbook boyfriend. Trey can be better, and unlike Riddle he always strays from the page.

[merakiui]

I had a dream... even in my sleep I'm a slut.

Squid game au where you and Scaramouche are the last two players alive. You don't know what tomorrow's game will be, but only one of you can leave there alive.

Scara's a mess. You're an easy picking for someone like him. No matter what the game is, he can definitely beat you. He's older, smarter, and despite his small stature, he's much, much stronger than you.

Scaramouche is hungry.

He's guaranteed the win. All that money is his. He can pay off his debts, get that pesky doctor off his ass. He can purge the past, he can start life anew with enough money to grant him endless power. He'll be akin to a god!

This is what he's always wanted... isn't it?

Then why does he feel so... dissatisfied?

Scaramouche is starving.

He keeps bleeding through all the tissues pressed against his side in a makeshift bandage. No one knows he's injured. Especially not you. He could never let you see how fragile his imperfect body can truly be.

But the bleeding just won't stop, and the suit hanging on the door of the bathroom stall seems to be dancing to and fro in his blurry vision.

He thinks of you, waiting for him at the dining table for your last meal together. If he pretends hard enough, it's almost like he's getting ready for a date with the girl he won't admit he's obsessed with.

So he rips his track suit to shreds, pulling out as much of the stitching as he can. He'd kept the needle from the dalgona challenge, just in case, but never thought he'd need to use it like this. He bites his lip til blood runs down his chin, salty streams stain his doll-like face as he stitches the gaping wound shut.

A short nap on the cold tiles should quell his fever. You'll understand if he's just a little late to his date.

Scaramouche is famished.

When he finally arrives at the dinner table, he sits across from you. He'd never seen you all dressed up before. He deeply inhales your soothing sight, he drowns himself in your beauty, allowing it to wash away the memory of all the blood that stained the bathroom floor.

He doesn't talk much. It's never been his thing, and you've never minded. Maybe you even liked it. Why else would you cling to his side for the entirety of the games?

Scaramouche is ravenous.

He devours the steak in front of him. You're a bit hesitant, and he knows it's because your stomach churns at the sight of it. It's a sick game, really, he'll admit that. Making you kill each other and then feeding you a huge slab of meat? He has to persuade you to eat.

"You need it for tomorrow. If you don’t eat, you'll feel even sicker."

It almost sounded like he cared about you.

Even after he's done, his appetite isn't soothed, so he just sits and watches you struggle with the meal, playing with the steak knife to occupy his hands.

He's not as grateful as he thought he'd be when the organisers announce that he'll be allowed to keep it.

That night, Scaramouche approaches your bed. The knife is in his pocket. He'll make quick work of you. It will save him the time and effort of playing another game tomorrow, and it truly is the kinder option. After all, you hate these games. Why not save you from it all. It won't hurt. You'll be dead before you even realise you're in pain. He truly has a kind and benevolent soul, taking pity on you like this.

It's the right thing. It's what you need, and more importantly, what he wants. It's right.

Then why can't he do it?

You're not asleep. You feel him over you, a menacing aura consuming you. And then somehow, vanishes just as quickly as it appeared. The bed dips.

"Scara?"

He doesn't respond.

You sit up, looking at him. There's hardly any light in the room, but if you look hard enough, you'd swear his eyes were glowing.

"Scara? Are you okay?"

"No one else knows the name Kunikuzushi. You should thank me."

"Maybe I should just go back to calling you the hat guy."

Right. He slides the knife under your bed, the clinking sound lost under the chuckle he lets out. He forgot you were a snide little shit.

That night, the two of you talk. You talk and talk and talk, about anything and everything. He has a beautiful voice, you realise, and he tells you everything. He doesn't mind. His past will die with you tonight after all.

You tell him everything, and Scaramouche decides that you're the most tragically beautiful character he's ever read of. He loves you.

That knight you and the hat guy, Scaramouche, Kunikuzushi, tangle your legs and desperately fuck each other, swallowing each other's moans and whimpers as he kisses you senseless.

At one point, you manage to choke out, "Are you gonna fuck me til I'm too tired to fight back and then kill me?"

"Maybe I should."

Somehow, you're not scared.

That night when you're fast asleep, Scaramouche sits on the edge of the bed, watching you.

He's no longer hungry.

He kisses you, whispers an "I love you" that will never reach your ears and then fishes the knife from under your bed.

He goes back to the bathroom. The blood is gone. No matter. There will be more soon.

ANON, OMG.... SENDING YOU ALL MY LOVE AAAAAA!!!! SQUID GAME!SCARA IS MY BELOVED AND I CHERISH HIM!!! THIS ASK HAS ME CLAWING AT THE WALLS AND BITING MY FIST WOOOOOOOO!!!!!!!!

[merakiui]

the delusion for today: fatui harbinger lyney. :)

[merakiui]

How is it that every time you write something, a ramble, a passing thought, a mention, of Trey I am reduced to a giddy mess. And for every post you make of him, you make me realise what my ideal man is and how down bad I am for this man. Idk maybe I'm in the same boat as you and it's because he's actually cunning and manipulative behind his "you can rely on me" exterior. Ugh he's so frustratingly hot. People believe that he's the "I'll have your daughter back by 10" type of guy, and he can be, but he's also the type of guy to call your parents and go "sorry I didn't bring them back earlier, it's been really busy lately, I promise to have them back tomorrow morning" and your parents wouldn't suspect a thing cause they know how responsible Trey is so of course they're okay with leaving you in good hands, all while said man is pounding into you, smiling down at your fucked out expression when he hangs up the phone. Now you two have the entire night to yourselves, all with your parents'permission :)

YES OMG...... it's actually so embarrassing how one mere thought of Trey is enough to have me doubled over. OTL I am down atrocious for him. He is the only twst guy who I would let knock me up in a heartbeat, even if his intentions are to baby-trap. Not even Azul has that power over me. This is just the Trey Effect. >_< I think it might be due to how smooth he is??? How the concept of domestic bliss applies so nicely to him. How completely safe and "normal" he appears compared to the other more suspicious individuals in the twst cast. How seamlessly he can manipulate you without appearing so obvious about it. He seems so sweet and caring and responsible (and he is), but he's also incredibly sneaky and you wouldn't even realize it.

Aaaaaa orz he absolutely is the type of boyfriend to keep you out past curfew and then use the excuse that the both of you were having so much fun that you didn't even realize the time had passed so quickly. But Trey's family is very trustworthy, as is Trey himself, so your parent(s) or guardian(s) can rest well knowing you're in good hands for the evening. And those hands are very good, so good at working you open, at prying your lips apart so you can suck on his fingers, at gripping your hips when he bottoms out in one thrust that has you seeing stars.

He's the type to fuck you just hours before your wedding, promising he'll be quick and it won't be too messy, competing with time just for the fun thrill of it. And he'll tease you with little things of what he'll do to you on your honeymoon, where the two of you can pick up where you left off just before the ceremony. >:)

Omg and if you're staying at the Clovers' house, you have to be quiet when he fucks you so you won't wake his siblings or his parents who are sleeping just a few doors down. AAAAAAA he brings you down to the bakery and fucks you against the counter so you can be just a little louder. You might assume he would be so boring and vanilla from a first glance assessment, but appearances are often deceiving. Trey continues to surprise and amaze.

[merakiui]

absolutely love love LOVEE the idea of single dilf floyd…. floyd w his kids who consistently refer to you as mama despite you reminding them you arent their mother….but floyd wanting to change that!!! if u arent the mother of these kids then i guess u guys will just have to make more 🤷‍♀️🤷‍♀️ him being so so gentle during sex bc he loves u sm ughhh my heart

The most gentle eel aaaaa he’s so in love with you. He’ll whisper the sweetest things to you while he’s sliding in so slowly. The both of you have the entire night to yourselves because Jade’s watching the kids, so you know he’s going to take his time and enjoy every single moment fucking you until he’s certain you’ll be a mama in no time.

Of course he isn’t just gentle for every round. Routines are boring, and Floyd prefers spontaneity. >:) after each break, where Floyd always makes sure to bring lots of water and snacks and anything else you might need to retain your energy, you can expect to be fucked so roughly into the mattress. Your hips will be bruised from how hard his grip is, and he’ll mark you all over, so very exhilarated and beyond horny with the thought that within time you’ll look so pretty and round, all full of his baby or maybe even babies. He’ll never complain if it’s twins or even triplets. Either way, he knows you’ll be glowing. You’ll be the most beautiful mama; he’s certain of it and if you won’t believe him he’ll fuck you in front of the mirror to prove it, fondly stroking your belly and telling you to picture it. You’ll look like a vision or a painting or a statue or…something artsy; he’s too sex-brained to really think of coherent comparisons, but you’ll get the idea one way or another. <3

When Jade drops the kids off come the following afternoon, he asks if the both of you had fun. He’s so annoying when he plays innocently dumb. He knows fully well what the two of you were up to and the reason for why the kids had to be babysat. If the poorly hidden bite marks and bruises aren’t an indicator, then your wobbly gait certainly is. :) Floyd fucked you good and it shows. And it’ll start to show even more as the months pass and your belly gets rounder and rounder.

The kids are so excited to get another sibling (or siblings) when Floyd eagerly tells them the happy news.

[merakiui]

Mera I'm so happy I got suitor suit Idia on my first 7 single pulls!!

I legit teared up when I saw him. My heart skipped a beat and my knees went weak/srs

*ahem* 'come on fuck me emo boy' starts playing*

—Eel anon

Today is valentines day on Brazil so YIPPIEE-

Idia eating you out right after he's saved from the ghost marriage, he doesn't even take the suit off before he's all over you.

He's delulu(I'm too) and acting as if that's your guys honeymoon.

—Eel anon (wants Idia carnally lol)

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AAAAA YAY!!!! CONGRATS ON BRINGING HOME THE GROOM!!!!!! >0< and in such short time, too!!! He really did want to come home to you! My heart always skips a beat when I see how handsome he is in his suit, so your reaction is very relatable. Cherish the groom forever hehe!!! :D

AND IDIA EATING YOU OUT AND PRETENDING IT'S YOUR HONEYMOON OMG....... so galaxy brain. Maybe it's not Idia who gets kidnapped by Eliza but instead it's you and he's the only one who can save you!!!! But truthfully Idia's worse than Eliza because he's also horribly delusional and uuuwaaaa T_T he has to give his beloved spouse the best treatment now that the two of you are married hehe!!! <3 now no one can make fun of him because he actually has an irl discord kitten to love and spoil. >:D

[merakiui]

TEARS IN MY EYES AND EVERYTHING….. HE CANNOT BE REAL…….