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savannahsdeath · 8 months

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Can you write about loser! inexperienced! ellie x fem dom reader

Love your writing

thank you bae<3

UNEXPERIENCED!ELLIE WILLIAMS X DOM!READER

mdni please<3

warnings: 18+!! smut wo plot.. the req says everything

writers note: im honestly used to writing dom!ellie but sometninf about this req made me want to do it idkidk😓 its short cuz its without any plot but enjoy!!🩷

ellie literally begged you for that. you couldn't say no, not when you could tell she's really ready.

"i'll show you how it's done first, 'kay?" you straddled on her hips, leaning down to kiss her.

she was nervous, like usually in your presence, so you tried to be as reassuring as possible.

you slowly moved down, your lips not leaving her body, as she kept on nodding.

you smiled at the sight. you didn't even start, and her flushed face made it look like you teased her for a long time already.

"nothing to be scared of." you whispered, getting into your final position. "i'll be gentle and slow, i promise."

ellie trembled and closed her eyes as your lips lightly brushed over her inner thighs.

you slowly moved your mouth across her quivering body, inching closer and closer to where you both knew she wanted you.

her mind felt like it was melting right there, and she could barely get the words out to tell you; 'i trust you.', but she hoped with all that she had that you knew how much she meant it.

ellie's legs quivered with anticipation as her heart pounded faster and faster. she tried to hold back from squirming too much as you worked your way towards the special spot you had promised to take care of. finally, your lips had reached her clit, and she let out a soft gasp of pleasure as you carefully kissed it.

she tried to tell you how good she felt with her words, but it was difficult to focus on anything except for the wave of sensations washing over her from where your lips gently caressed her.

your gentle touches were driving ellie nearly insane with pleasure. with just the feeling of your tongue, you had turned her into a quivering, mindless mess ready to give herself over completely. you knew that she enjoyed every second of it, but she was too lost in the moment to voice her thoughts and feelings.

she began gently pushing you down closer with each flutter of her hips, her legs wrapped tightly around you. she wanted to be as close as possible to you, wanting even more of what you were giving her.

you moved slightly downwards, now your thumb circling her clit as your tongue played with her entrance.

ellie felt her breath go out, and her eyes roll, as her body tried to soak up every gentle touch you gave her.

ellie tried to focus on keeping herself still as you continued to kiss her core, but the growing pleasure within her made it increasingly difficult not to move. as her legs began to fidget, you let out a deep, rumbling chuckle, reassuring her that she didn't need to be overly still.

her body seemed to be responding of its own accord, as her legs began to shift slightly back and forth, as did her hips, the sensation building and building the more it continued.

ellie's body shifted more intensely as she tried to get more of the feeling she was getting. you had to take a moment to gather yourself from having to hold back laughing at her obvious pleasure, as it seemed she was having a hard time controlling her movements, her body trembling against her will.

taking a moment, you placed your hands on her thighs and held her in place, your thumbs dancing along her skin as you let her move, though limiting it a bit. she seemed to settle down and breathe slower as you did, though her legs still moved a bit against your grip. her eyes opened and closed in rhythm syncing with her little whimpers.

"just relax and enjoy it." you advised, the smirk obvious in your face.

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kikarouflames · 5 months

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Aot Fandom and Ableism:

For the past month, I have seen a lot of people hate and make fun of Levi for his disability. And some fans stating they don't like him anymore and thinks he is unattractive now that he has scars and needs a wheelchair. First of all, people who think this way, saying "it's just a personal opinion". No,its not. It's your sick ableism.

Thinking Levi is any less than he was before just because he is disabled, thinking he is in any way pathetic now that he can't function the way he used to IS ABLEISM.

Levi's disability doesn't make him any lesser of a man nor does it make him pathetic. Levi has sacrificed literally everything including his physical abilities, which is more noble and greater than anything. He is definitely not upset about being disabled now, he would give anything and everything for humanity. He must have many problems come his way now that he has lost and sacrificed so much, yes, he isn't that strong anymore. But he still as great of a man he ever was.

Does he has difficulty maneuvering on daily basis? Yes. But does it make him in any way less greater than he was before? Absolutely NOT.

Also, you are not only making fun of Levi or hating on him, you're basically hating on every person who has lost or sacrificed thier physical and emotional capabilities. You are literally hating people who had no control over what they were not born with or has lost/sacrificed in any way. Being physically, mentally or emotionally challenged and disabled doesn't make anyone any less of a human.

Yes, Levi did not deserve to be disabled, he is a very kind hearted person, most selfless, a genuine hero, life isn't fair, war is merciless, it takes and takes and gives nothing, this brutal realism is what aot has always depicted. All those people who are disabled didn't deserve it either, that doesn't mean they are any less. He is still all those things even now that he is disabled, and even more, those physical, emotional and mental losses he has faced is a proof of his determination and inherent drive to save humanity.

The only one that should be ashamed are ableists. Levi's loss of capabilities isn't something to be shamed but something to be proud of. He is a hero in every way. He deserves respect, admiration, and love.

I saw a post on pinterest long ago making fun of Levi's fangirls saying something along the lines "have fun pushing his wheelchair instead", apparently it was a way of saying he is unattractive or doesn't have an appeal because he is old and disabled, it wasn't the first post or person I saw saying this. Well, I don't mind pushing his wheelchair or taking care of him at all, it would be an honor to be granted such an opportunity and position of his caretaker, he was humanity's greater soldier. He is still the great man he ever was. And don't say "it's a joke", "Don't be a snowflake". It's ableist people like these that makes living and believing in ones self as a challenged individual, in any way, be it physical, mental or emotional, so hard.

I am a able-bodied person, but I have some friends who aren't, and Ableism is truly an ugly thing, my friends' experiences with it was horrible. I had to speak up on it.

For all the ableist or covert ableist out there, the only one who is any less of a human and should be ashamed is YOU, for being cold enough to think disabilities are pathetic or makes anyone any less for having it.

#levi ackerman #attack on titan #aot #levi aot #levi attack on titan #levi #shingeki no kyojin #attack on titan levi #captain levi #aot fandom #snk levi #levi snk #ableism #ableist #fuck ableists #kikarou is thinking

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visiosatanae · 9 months

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Possession

A lonely Sister of Sin asks Swiss about the idea of helping her out for when he's away. He's only too happy to help.

A/N: I don’t really consider myself to be much of a writer, but sometimes I get an idea and I want to see it come to fruition, and this idea just happened to be better as a fic. Anyway, I haven’t written anything in a long time so feedback is appreciated if you read!

Rating: Explicit

Words: 1,553

Pairing: Swiss x afab!reader

Ao3 Link

"Alright, you ready?"

Swiss sat with you in his lap, your back to his front. You were both sitting on your bed with his arms wrapped around your middle as he rubbed soothing circles over your hips with his thumbs. You nodded, fully willing for what lay ahead but nervous all the same. He rested his chin on your shoulder, pulling you close.

"Just relax. Close your eyes, it'll make it easier."

Possession was something you had been intrigued by ever since Swiss said it was an ability the Ghouls had. It was frowned upon for them to use it on Siblings but you were becoming desperate in your situation.

You had been having a hard time finding any kind of release while he had been on tour. You just… had a hard time figuring out what made you tick. Swiss had you down pat, able to make you see stars at what seemed like no effort to him. But the last tour had been awful. Especially when you would see the videos of him the fans would post on social media. The way he acted on stage made you ache for him all those months.

So when you brought up the idea with him, a mischievous look crossed his eyes as he immediately dragged you back to your room, tail flicking in expectation. And now you were here. Locked in his embrace. About to have your body and mind taken over by him. The thought was exhilarating, but that kind of vulnerability also made your heart race.

You did as he asked. Your eyes closed and you attempted to calm your breathing. Then you felt it. Like a tickle in your brain at first, then it turned into more of a caress. Your head fell back against his shoulder as he took over your mind, then your limbs, starting at your fingertips and toes. You slowly lost the use of your body to him, giving it over completely.

When you finally opened your eyes again, you knew it wasn't of your own volition. Your body moved on its own. You were no longer the pilot, merely a passenger in your mind.

"How do you feel?"

You felt him more than heard him inside your head.

"F-Fine," you thought back. "It's like nothing I've ever felt before."

You felt him chuckle in your head. "Good. I'm happy to be your first possessor~" His words curled around your brain like a thick fog. You could tell he was a bit smug at being your first. "Now, let's get started, shall we?"

You hummed in affirmation in your mind as your hands lifted, although not within your control. Swiss wiggled your fingers experimentally before having them dive over your skin, touching over your stomach and up to your chest. Your hands palmed at your breasts over your habit, fingers quickly finding your nipples through the fabric. Your breath hitched as he rolled and pinched them beneath your fingers, moaning into your mind.

Your pleasure was now his own.

But this was just the beginning for him. Next your hands skimmed down your thighs, tugging up the hem of your habit. He opened your legs wider, helping you relax against his body. Out of curiosity he turned your head up to look at him. His eyes were closed, as if almost in a meditative state. Even in a relaxed state you could still see his telltale smirk. He chuckled again and if you had control of your body currently you knew your face would be turning red. Of course he knew what you were thinking. He was literally in your head.

He went back to the task at hand, bunching up the fabric around your waist, allowing him access to your panties. He started by rubbing over the fabric, feeling the damp spot that was already there. There was a hum in your mind of appreciation.

"Start slow," he thought softly. "You're very sensitive down here, so you'll need to work your way up."

You tried to nod before remembering you couldn't, but he seemed to still understand your compliance. Your fingers pressed into the wet patch there, rubbing up and down your clothed slit before sliding up to rub circles over your clit. You moaned within your mind as he pressed your fingers down firmly, a pool of heat beginning to form in your belly as he found the perfect pressure and speed.

He let your shared pleasure rise like that, until you both knew you needed more. Your fingers moved up, skimming along the elastic of your panties before slipping underneath. Both of you gasped in unison at the discovery of how wet you were. Swiss wasted no time in sliding your fingers between your folds, gathering the slick on your fingertips. He was practically purring in your mind.

"Satanus, your body feels so good…" He said out loud and it was strange hearing your own voice intermixed with his.

You whimpered back to him. He was right. Under his supervision you were already feeling better than you normally would on your own. He coaxed your legs wider, your body slumping against his as he lazily played with your clit. At that moment you realized this wasn't his first time doing this.

The corners of your lips tugged up into a smirk. "Oh yes, I've done this before. Although, usually not with cute little things as willing as yourself." There was a dark edge to his tone and you mentally shivered at the implication. You felt yourself bite your lip as his fingers flicked over a particularly sensitive spot. "There it is," he moaned in your throat.

The build up in your belly grew bigger, hotter as he focused on that spot towards the top of your clit. You could only whine in your head, your body completely at his mercy. You tried to pay attention as best you could to what he was doing, but it just felt so good. Having Swiss know you even better than he did before was a dangerous game to play.

Your hand reached down again, gathering your own slick to keep your fingers moving smoothly over your clit. Your breathing became heavier under his ministrations, his own excitement and pleasure keeping everything going. He was losing himself now, your hips moving up in time with your hand as he maneuvered your fingers expertly along your pussy. Soft moans and curses left your mouth as the fire within you became hotter and tighter in your belly.

"Your cute little body wants to come so bad for me," he purrs, not even faltering in his onslaught. He knew there was no point in dirty talking when you didn't even have control over your own body. He was doing it just for you, sensing how riled up you were from being trapped inside your head and only able to feel how good everything felt. And it was true. You felt yourself going crazy from the pleasure.

He suddenly pulls your hand away and you can't help but whine internally. He hushes and coos to you in your mind before lifting your hips up, quickly pushing your underwear down your legs and kicking them off. He spreads you wide for him, fingers quickly finding your clit again as your other hand sinks a finger inside your throbbing cunt. You both cry out, hips coming off the bed in little pulses as your fingers work you towards the edge.

"Swiss! I'm… fuck!"

"I know, sweetheart. I want it too," he grunts in your voice as he slides a second finger in. Your hips were thrusting up to meet your fingers, helping push them towards that sensitive spot inside. The burning coil inside your gut felt so hot, stretched tight and ready to snap. "Just a little more," you hear yourself whine out loud. He was desperate for it too.

Everything came undone as he moved your fingers harshly over your clit, the coil snapping as you both came all over your fingers. A hellish mixture of both your voices cried out, back arching off the bed as your fingers continued to help you ride out your orgasm. Your body shuddered with waves of pleasure even as it finally began to relax down into the bed.

Once your trembling eased slightly, you felt Swiss pull your hands away, looking at the fresh cum coating your fingers. Before you realized what he was doing, they were in your mouth, your tongue tasting the tanginess of yourself with a groan. He cleaned your fingers eagerly and then suddenly he was gone from your mind, his real arms wrapping around you from behind.

"So obviously I know how you feel," he smirked into your neck, "but how was it?"

"Amazing," you breathed, hand dropping back down to your side. "I've never been able to make myself feel that way."

"I'm glad," he purred into your skin.

"It's just," he paused at the concern in your voice. "It was so good, but I'm not sure if I remember everything you did properly…" You let the statement hang with intention.

You felt him start to harden beneath you as he pulled you closer.

"Oh, I would be happy to show you again. As many times as you need…"

#the band ghost #ghost band #swiss x reader #ghost band fic #smut #my writing #visific

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teabutmakeitazure · 2 years

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Contemporary

>Yan! Il Capitano x Fem! Reader

a/n: I wanted to make this one a bit subtle and also wanted to write big military man holding and petting darling like a cat. Also tried a bit of a different banner style. Just cropped a screenshot lmao. Also, reader has a vision

Warnings: mentions of blood and pain, slight controlling behaviour, cat

Word count: 1.9k

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Darkness and nothingness. Two things that coexist more often than one might think. There is nothingness in darkness and darkness in nothingness. Sometimes, the two things are the same. It depends on whether you’ve taken either in a literal sense or a metaphorical one. For Capitano, darkness is in the metaphorical sense and nothingness in the literal.

His soul is as pitch black as the Snezhnayan night sky, and his heart as empty as it can be. Save for you though. You’re not aware of any family that he might have so you guess you’re the only occupant of the familial section of his heart. If… he actually has one given his odd nature. Using the word odd to describe it is a bad choice actually. You can’t understand it so you settle for a simple word that doesn’t require any further explanation. Injustice to the unseeming complexity of his personality, but you couldn’t bother less. You never found yourself good with words anyway.

Still, you can’t help but try to give descriptions of the sights you saw before you met him. It wasn’t a luxurious life, but it was a happy one. You had people around you. Now, there’s only Capitano and servants who won’t talk to you. The soldiers you heal sometimes talk to you but it's a very brief conversation. There is a harbinger they have to answer to after all.

“Are you done, little one?”

The smooth, deep voice demands your attention so you turn your head from your spot on the ground, still petting the injured cat. “It’s still a little scared. May I take it inside for a bit?”

Wordlessly, he invitingly lifts his arm, heavy coat lifting with it to expose his body. You pick up the white feline, ignoring its whimper, and walk over to him. Capitano immediately covers your body with it, settling his hand on your shoulder. The snow on the pathway of the abandoned village crunches underneath your shoes as you head back to the nearby Fatui building.

It’s a good fifteen minute walk away, but you don’t mind. Anything to get out of the stuffy room you’re left in. The quarters you share with Capitano are large but they feel suffocating. There are no windows so it feels like a prison.

As you approach the building, mostly hidden in the larger man’s cloak, you start petting the cat again, more for your sake than its own. When you reach your quarters, you’re quick to run out of his coat tent and seat yourself near the fireplace. The white ball of fluff now rests on your lap, peacefully asleep while you start assessing its injuries. The better lighting is a help in properly healing the animal.

The wounds look fresh and it hasn’t lost a lot of blood. You could save it.

Your vision glows as you get to work, and Capitano stands behind you. Coat now taken off, he looks a bit less intimidating. Instead of you, he focuses on the cat in your lap. It wakes up as the pain subsides and jumps to lick your cheek when it’s done. You giggle at the cat’s licking, picking it up and petting it while it rests on your chest. It’s not too big, roughly the length of your forearm. You don’t want to leave it in the wild again. Maybe you could find someone willing to take it the next time you pass by a city or village.

“Is it healed?”

That one question makes your heart drop as you turn to face him.

“Yes.”

“Well done.”

Your eyes widen, but he robotically steps forward and seats himself next to you. The cat visibly shrinks away, yet he doesn’t pay it any mind. The dark glass of his helmet stares at you and you stare back. With a tilt of his head, he gestures to the blanket draping off the seat behind you. Immediately, you get up and place the cat in the blanket, leaving it to rest.

You’re abruptly pulled onto Capitano when you go back to your previous seat. He sets your body against his in a mimic of the way the cat was on you earlier. You feel the deep rumble of his chest when he awkwardly clears his throat, head resting against his chest.

Large hands wander your form but end up settling on your waist. You make no move to embrace him.

"You may keep the cat if you want to."

With a gasp, you look up at him. "Really?"

His head moves to the said animal's direction, chest again rumbling as he speaks. "Yes. I'd like to see more of your happiness. That spark on your face, I haven't seen it before."

Oh. So he's doing this for himself…

You slump back onto him. Well that was a disappointment. You thought he'd care for you for once. Still, at least his body is warm. You can just cuddle up to him when you're cold. It's not like you're allowed to keep your distance either.

"Little one?"

The rumbling chest is starting to annoy you. "Hm?"

"What gender is the cat? I wouldn't have to compete with a male, would I?"

"The cat is a boy."

The sigh he let out at that was evident of his annoyance. He wouldn't change his mind, would he? You try and test the waters by putting a hand flat on where his heart should be.

"I can keep it, right?"

You don't miss the way his heart starts beating faster when he looks down at you. Taking a hold of your wrist, he tenderly rubs the skin with his gloved thumb. "Of course. But… some rules are in order."

Oh great.

"You will not tend to the cat in my presence. You may do as you please in my absence though. Also, I will be naming it."

"Easy enough."

"Are you sure? If I see you so much as glance at it, I'll leave it out in the wild."

Panic settles in. It's just a little animal. How could someone do that? "Capitano," you gulp nervously, "it's just a little animal. You don't have to be so cruel."

"Someone will save it. I saved you back then, didn't I?"

"You were patrolling the camp. It was a coincidence. But the cat…"

He seems to think over the matter for a moment because he briefly tilts his head in the cat's direction.

"Fine. But you won't be ignoring me in favour of it."

"Of course!"

A smile is back on your face and he watches with attention. You stare into the void of the dark glass, ignoring the fact that his hand is now caressing your back. It travels up to your shoulder blades, then down to your waist and repeats.

"I knew you were special from the moment I found you."

Capitano's hands settle on your waist, guiding you to straddle him.

"You were like that cat when I found you. Small, injured and in desperate need of protection. Witnessing you get your vision when you had gotten hurt was captivating."

His hands move from your hips to your thighs, softly squeezing the flesh.

"You're so delicate. Even though I went easy on you in our duel, you lost."

"I barely survived. Don't act like the most you did was push me."

A hand squeezes the flesh of your thigh painfully and you cry out in pain. His grip immediately loosens but the hand is still there.

"I went easy on you. You're delicate. That's why I vowed to protect you and cherish you as your husband. You were too stubborn to accept my proposal."

"I met you in the woods, lost and miles away from home. I couldn't trust you so readily. Wait, why are you bringing this up anyway?"

"To remind you of where you came from. To remind you that I am your one and only loyal knight."

"I know." With that, you slump onto him, hoping to rest.

His arms wrap around your body as he pets your head, easing you into slumber.

You wake up in cold sweat with a gasp. Crying, you frantically look around for your vision. When you spot the glowing orb on the bedside table, you immediately grab it and hold it close to your chest.

The mention of the duel you had brought another nightmare. That too just after they stopped. The image of all that blood and broken skin will forever haunt you. And the pain you had in your ribs…

You're grateful you got your vision. There's no way you could have survived all the pain. Wiping away your tears, you sink back into bed and under the blanket.

"Another nightmare?"

Shit. How early is it? He's still here so it must be somewhere around sunrise.

Heavy footsteps move closer to the bed till they suddenly stop. You remove the blanket from over your eyes to see Capitano, dressed up but no gloves.

"Are you alright?"

"I'm fine," you mumble.

You ended up sniffing right after you said that, prompting him to sit on the bed beside you. The mattress dips under his weight and you slip a bit towards him. A hand comes to pet your figure.

"I'm sorry you had to go through that. You're very stubborn, it would do you some good to sometimes listen to me."

"Let me sleep." Voice muffled, you close your eyes to block him out.

He sighs. Adjusting his leg, he grabs you from over the covers and holds you. His grip is tight and it's almost suffocating you as you weakly push at his chest.

"Let… go!"

"You're sad because of me. Isn't comforting the other what lovers do? Why are you complaining?"

"I can't breathe!"

The grip loosens enough to let you breathe but he doesn't release you.

"Let me go!"

"This is what lovers do. It'll only make us closer so please, quieten down."

You start wailing as you attempt at pushing him away, just to sense it to be akin to pushing a brick wall. Waking up from a nightmare just to face another one isn't fun.

"Just quieten down. You'll be okay."

"I'll be okay if you let me go!"

"You're the fruit of my heart, so I'll never let go. Not even when you disperse your seeds or when you rot."

"I don't need your metaphors."

He shoves your face into his chest, getting the fabric wet from your tears. There's no room for you to push him now, and he pets your head like you just stopped throwing a tantrum.

"What you do need is a little patience, my little one. Now, calm down and I won't leave our pet out in the wild."

"You're mean," you sniff out.

"You lost the duel, leaving me as the victor. As your husband and loyal knight, I know what's best for you so please, do as I say and you won't be punished."

You nod pathetically as he starts petting your hair.

"Now, do you want to start the day or sleep more?"

"I'd… like to go back to sleep… if you would allow me."

Capitano immediately lays down with you in his arms, still petting your hair as he tries to lull you into sleep.

"I'll be back in a few hours. Sleep well, my love."

You only latch onto him tighter as your mind goes blank, returning to the darkness of your dreams.

#genshin impact #yandere genshin impact #yandere genshin impact x reader #genshin impact x reader #genshin impact imagines #yandere genshin x reader #genshin x you #capitano x reader #yandere x reader #yandere capitano #yandere capitano x reader

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threadsun · 7 months

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🌊 anon here! after two bouts of illness and a disability flare I'm back and stewing in weeks worth of horny malaise

anyway I've chosen to use my powers for evil 💅 I come offering morsels.

Joseph hits me right in the size kink but in such a dommy way- like this precious babygirl is literally SO sensitive that he couldn't possibly take more than a few fingers from his (much smaller) partner- wrap a little hand around his throat and he's already gasping for air, shove his chest and he's boneless in an instant, there's no way he'd be able to handle a big, strong, meanie dom! his big ol body can hardly keep up, heaving and sweating and shaking with every tiny movement. too bad you're gonna make him take as much as you can give him anyway :3 he might cry but he won't complain!

Meanwhile Jean has my disabled ass in a headlock because can you imagine the manipulative potential of this bastard in any kind of caregiving position for a chronically ill sub? forcing his victim to work past their limits and watching as they're helplessly bedbound when he finally gets them to their breaking point, criticizing them for every dropped dish and missed deadline, forcing them right where he wants them when he comes up with the perfect way for them to "make up all those lost hours". Screwing with their meds and intentionally only providing painkillers, sleep meds, muscle relaxers, etc when he can make sure they're gonna be around him so they can associate him with care and relief no matter how badly he screws with their body and their brain afterwards. changing up their special foods and causing flares as punishment for acting out, "losing" braces, chairs, canes, and other mobility aids when it looks like they're gonna hightail it. the potential for Evil Fucked Up Nurse outfits?!? like this is an acquired taste for sure but damn there's no element of control QUITE like medical gaslighting and malpractice.

moving on if I don't see Ian pushed to the point of a complete mental breakdown but make it sexy I'm gonna scream. like. toy with him, lead him on, offer conciliatory dates only to take them away for real or invented 'wrongs', leave him constantly on the edge of relief of finally having his partner back, get him so worked up that when his partner finally dropkicks his heart into hell and tells him it's never gonna work he just. breaks. slams them against the door and sobs, pounds his fist on either side of their head and won't stop apologizing but MORE IMPORTANTLY won't stop shoving his cock between their thighs, mascara running down his face begging for answers, begging for reasons, threatening them to shut up if they want to see the sun rise all in the same breath type shit. forcefucking them on the spot and screaming as he cums, alternatively choking with laughter that they can never leave him now that they're knocked up like a common whore and cant-catch-his-breath sobbing that he's worse than the dirt beneath their feet and he can't believe he assaulted them and he should just go off and die and fuck he can't help but get hard again when theyre squirming like that and it's their fault for making him like this so why don't they go ahead and just bend over like they knew they should have all along? I can't be the only one that knows that when this bitch breaks, he breaks, right?

also 👀 ?!?! damn dad dom you think you can just flirt with your followers and have us leave our minds and our panties at the door?? you can and its phenomenal, a thorough round of applause for you

anyway your writing and general degenerate vibes have been giving me life blood, bless. thank you for getting me off getting me of- getting me through these trying times, hope you're happy and well!

I'm glad you're feeling better!! Also all of these are soooooo sexy you're so right about all of them!!!

Joseph is so desperate to be bullied, he'll let you push him around and hit him and he'll take it as if you're bigger than him no matter how small you are. And don't even get me started on how tight he is! How he'll never adjust to getting fingered or fucked by you, it'll always be an overwhelming stretch for him in the best way. He'll always feel filled by you!

And Jean as a fucked up caretaker 👀 that's a concept I always find sexy!! He fucks with your meds so hard, giving you fake ones sometimes or ones that do other things. Sometimes he'll replace it with stimulants or sugar pills just to see what happens. And he learns all of your weaknesses to exploit them and keep you with him. He'll make sure you're never well enough to leave, that you're stuck at his mercy forever. And he'll make you crave it, make you associate him with relief and comfort, as much as with pain and abuse. He'll even seek out legal means to give him more control over you as your carer until you have no rights of your own and can never leave him >:3c

And Ian snapping... oughhhhh I love him!! He's so pathetic about it. He's flipping between apologising and justifying it and blaming you, all in the same breath as he sobs and rapes you. Promising he'll make things better, begging you to forgive him, telling you he wouldn't have to do this if you'd just been kinder and more forgiving. And you know he'll never let you go after that. You'll be his captive forever~

You're so cute! I'm glad Dad can help you out, sweetheart 😘

#sunshine #18+ only #🌊 anon #sdj joseph #sdj jean #sdj ian #hiiii welcome back I missed youuuuuuuuuu!!!#also :3 glad people like my degenerate vibes!! Legit one of the best compliments I've ever gotten!!

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thirsty-lakedream · 2 years

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Robo-week: The Climax

Your mind is racing with pure euphoria as you take my boyfriends 9 inches deep inside you. He forcefully clenches onto your ass cheeks as his rod thrusts in-and-out. Through the pleasured movement, you manage a moan, “Keep going, your hot babe.”

“Tell me about it. I’m getting close.” He says as he holds you closer.

“Your so hot, your smoking…” As you twist your head to see the sexy face of your boyfriend, you take notice that a cloud is bellowing out of his body, though it wasn’t just from the hot and sweaty passionate sex. “Literally your smoking!”

“Its fine babe, I’m real close. I can tell you are too, let’s just finish th-i-i-i-” His voice screaches to a halt as the whisps of smoke increase from the seamless pores from his body. Though he has apparently lost control, his body continues the act, speeding up and becoming more intense. Through his broken state, he pleasures you more vigorous than you are used to, leading your hardened shaft to send streams of white fluid from your dick. The rush of eurphoria is too much as after you released the last of your seed, you feel a wave of fatigue surge over you, though your malfunctioning bopytoy has yet to conclude. His hard dick continues to excavate deeper inside o you, now to the point of discomfort. You manage to push him off, his still-grinding body hitting the bed stand and onto the ground. You collapse to the soaked bedsheets, giving yourself a moment of reprieve before checking on him. You can still here him moving, his mechanics undulating, now evidently whining with his movements until it comes to a slow and terminal stop.

Staring down to his lifeless form, you simply shrug and sigh at the inconvenience. Sure you knew the possible repercussions of buying a robot boyfriend. The technology has been out for nearly a decade and you were able to buy one to your exact specifications. A hot white boy, himbo top with a heart of gold to impress your friends and families, while also being a freak in the sheets. Still, it didn’t come without its flaws. One being that his internal cooling system was shoddy and could lead to overheating issues. Regardless, you are too invested in him to simply discard him for a better model. All you can do is help resolve the issue when it occurs.

In this motionless state, he is incredibly heavy, making it nigh impossible to lift him up to the bed. You figure once he’s back to functioning, he can help himself, so the best thing to do is help cool him off. Standing him up against the bed, he looks peaceful, yet his face remains dead. Looking around his trunk-like waist, you look for the pinch locks that keep his upper half-and lower half. Unlocking those, you are just barely manage to pull his two sections apart. Within, your robotic boyfriends steel skeleton separates between two regions with only a long power cord connecting the halves. Lifting your boyfriends top half onto the mattress, you point an electronic fan tower towards his inside technology, allowing the vapid trapped smoke and burnt-smelling parts to cool down.In the meantime you take the time to clean off your sticky body with a nice steamy shower.

Eventually, you hear a familiar voice, “Hey babe, I’m awake!” You rush over to see your boyfriend, still in two halves though now awake.

“Glad to see you still chipper, how are you feeling.”

“I’m alright, internal CPU temp has nearly settled to normal.”

“That’s good to hear. Still, I told you to let me know if your internal temp sky rockets, its okay this time but what if your damages are irreparable.”

“I’m sorry, I didn’t mean to worry you. I was just in such a high and- no, no excuses I’m sorry.” You shake your head. You know deep down he can’t control it. Its in his programming to go rough. “Could I ask a favor though?”

“Sure what is it?” you quip.

“Well you see, during my shut down, I didn’t really get to finish the job… yah know?” He points down to his detached lower part. You stare as his lengthy member is still steel hard. “A serious blue-balls moment… Would you mind finishing the job?” He chides you with his sultry frat-bro tone and alluring smirk. Though you roll your eyes to the cheesiness, how can you say no?

#robo-week #android #robot #malfunction

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simqiy · 2 months

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Dimiran

Hello everybody! The winner from our last poll has been cast. Today, we are learning more about the magic system!

Dimiran is the low risk, low-medium reward side of magic, however it takes a long time to learn. Translated, Dimiran represents ‘the art of spirit magic’. It is mostly used by the Alkans, as it shapes their ethics and morality.

There are four main spirits, each representing a different element. However, a new spirit is appointed during the books, and I’m thinking of adding more pre-established spirits on top of that.

How does it work?

The spirits, as appointed by a higher power, can control their given elements. However due to having no physical form, they cannot interact with anything in the physical world.

This means that those who are learning under the spirits will act as a medium rather than as a possessor of the spirit’s powers.

To control elements in the physical world, the spirit and their medium must learn to communicate so efficiently that they always know what the other wants to do. In short, they must learn to share a body.

This arrangement also allows both parties to deny the other control over elements.

O’bidya

O’bidya (oh-bid-ee-yah) is the water spirit. She is a glyptir, however her species has sadly been long extinct.

While being taught by her, she will promote self-reflection and empathy. She is often described as soft-hearted, and her magic is mostly used by healers.

However, when threatened she can be cold and destructive, making her element a powerful one if used correctly.

K’rami

K’rami (key-rah-me) is the lightning spirit. As you may guess, he is a zephyr. However, he lived long before the modern ones, and wields power that his species has lost to time and evolution.

While being taught by him, he will teach loyalty and acumen. He is often described as uncaring, making his element used mostly by fighters due to its fast and destructive power.

However, he will be sensitive to the needs of those he respects, and quietly help them in the right direction. Especially during crisis when a friend of his student has fallen, he will guide them to use his power in an attempt to resurrect their friends (much like a defibrillator).

T’kavi

T’kavi (tee-kah-vee) is the fire spirit. He takes the form of a gillzur. His species is extinct, however species descended from his remain.

While being taught by him, he will teach passion and strong-will. He is often described as arrogant, making him mostly used by fighters who refuse to give up in battle.

However, he finds himself inspired often, and encourages his students to become inspired by anything and everything. This allows others to be warmed by their constant inspiration and enthusiasm, literally or figuratively.

Mytirian

Mytirian (my-ti-re-an) is the earth spirit. He is a triglorin, which has sadly been long extinct.

While being taught by him, he will teach patience and confidence. He is often described as calm, making his element used more by tactical fighters.

However, when angered his power is the most destructive of the spirits, making him a formidable foe to even the strongest of elemental users. This helps keep the balance of peace in check, as his presence doesn’t allow the scale to tip too far one way or the other.

How do you reach the spirits?

To reach the spirits initially, one must be in a continual deep sleep. The Alkans create a mixture of plants designed to induce a temporary coma to help with the process.

One must also keep their mind fixed on their intent when sleeping. However, the spirits will usually know the intention either way.

Once contacted, the spirit will set them a trial, designed to see if they are ready to be taught magic. If passed, the spirit will converse with the being for a while until they wake up. After this, the spirit must be reached through meditation.

That’s all for now. As always, feel free to ask questions and I’ll answer them to the best of my ability. Good day/night everyone, and happy writing!

#writing #writeblr #writer #writers #writers of tumblr #writers on tumblr #writblr #writerscommunity #novel writing #writers and poets

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spatio-rift · 1 year

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i like shin teikoku in the game better cuz i just think it makes more sense (?) or like it somehow sucks less for kidou specifically cuz in the anime its kinda like ok so they lost one (1) match and kidou won for them and its the end of the world. literally so troubling that they believe the first mf who came to rile them up. i dont know its just a little. aueuhg to me 🙄 and i think it doesnt help that the influence of the aliea meteorite is so subtle like i wouldnt fault people for thinking sakuma and genda are both of mostly sound mind during this. theyd be wrong but i wouldnt fault them for thinking that. its just so funny from the perspective of someone who likes kidou more cuz at some point you cant help but get this feeling like. did your friendship with kidou mean so little to you was your trust in him always that fickle? which is absolutely not the point the arc is trying to make and i wouldnt call it true to canon in any way but you get that feeling nonetheless.

the game kind of saves it for me in that it has fudou recruit (kidnap) them a while after they all got out from the hospital and experienced what its like to be teikoku without kidou. i think it gracefully avoids that issue of making it look like genda and sakuma have secretly been envious of kidou for a long time (which is something that would stick with kidou for a long time even after the immediate situation was solved and is. pretty messed up!) because you know theyre struggling to keep the team together without him and this harsh reality check re: this dependance on kidou they got used to is making them doubt themselves. which is why theyre so easily shaken by fudous provocations. there is already an issue here like it doesnt come out of nowhere(or implies unfortunate deep rooted issues in their relationship that werent there before and arent meant to be explored further)

and also. the game makes it very, very obvious theyre mind controlled for most of it lol. they dont want to fight and hurt kidou they dont want to use forbidden techniques they dont want to follow kageyama again. i still have my issues with it but at the very least im glad that their attitude is more clearly that they dont want to be doing this but if theyre gonna be forced to anyway they might as well use this chance to settle the unrest in their heart, rather than giving off the impression that they really felt the way fudou said they did and just had a change of heart at the end after their bodies got broken almost beyond repair. i dunno. mic drop

#i forgot what i was initially going for here so ill just stop #inzm

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stfuviolet1 · 8 months

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The Start of A New Beginning. 24/08/23

Can you feel it? do you feel what I'm feeling? I feel like for the first time in my life, I'm having the healthiest relationship with myself. probably not perfect yet but am getting there. slowly, each day trying to discover and actually listen to myself, my body, my skin, my mind, my personality, my traits, my weaknesses, my strengths and my wellbeing as a whole. the price I have to pay for getting to where I am now? 5 months of suffers, depression and and isolation. not to mention, numbers of friends I've lost as I shut myself from everyone and disconnect myself from social medias. Feels like the only person I'm talking to right now is Isma and syaza. I was a lil triggered when oomf literally asked if I'm dead in our WhatsApp group I mean looking back at how suicidal I was few months ago but thank god acap voiced out of how immature he is. dude first you made fun of our friend for ghosting and now you're tryna do the same to me ? how old are you? 15 ? we all have our life and sometimes there will be time where we outgrow people and that's okay. but anyways, quoting Drake;

''I been losin' friends and findin' peace But honestly, that sound like a fair trade to me''

So yeah, how do I begin. For someone who grows up in pretty much toxic environment (don't make me start with my dysfunctional family cs that's gonna take forever) I've always been my biggest critic. there are times where id give myself a pat in the back whenever I accomplish something but when I screw up? I emotionally and sometimes physically hurt myself. at one point the amount of self love is nonexistent. I hated almost everything about myself from my name, my birthday, my body, my looks like why do I even exist. fast forward 27 years later, she's still right here breathing but suffocating from all the troubles and pains. ungrateful? maybe.

It's gotten worse early this year when I hit rock bottom and struggle with my physicality that I avoided almost everyone that exist in my life including my family. Funny how 2022 was the best year of my life but 2023 is the total opposite of 2022 and in fact, worse than the year where I broke up with my long term partner. Ngl I'd take breakup heartbreaks over this kind of heartbreaks anytime. I'd rather have boys breaking my heart than feeling self conscious all the time. The never ending low self esteem has caused me to lose so much weight and doubles the insecurities that I already have. I felt hopeless, helpless that the only way to escape all those pains is through death. Until one day, I decided that I've had enough. I've had enough feeling sorry for myself and I've had enough being my own enemy. If Im not picking myself up, no one else would. Apparently, its not the problem, the people around me that been causing pain, its me, myself. I had a weak mindset. I had a poor mind game I was unable to control my own mind, when everything begins with mindset. And now that I've realised, its time to play the real game. Imma show who the real boss is.

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nad-zeta · 2 years

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Hey there! Do you have a favorite Ikesen/Ikevamp suitor? If so, why???? I love your writing btw. Literally gives me life.

Heyaaa cutie!🥺🥺🤩🤩❤️ eeeeeek thanks for stopping by!🥺🥺🥺🤩✨️✨️ and omw stoppppp you ganna make me blush😳😳😳😳😳😳 you are too kind for words!🥺🥺😳😳 honestly wish i had more time to get back to writing 🥺🥺 but anyyyways….

My faves!😏😏😏😏😏 i have a few😍

My biggest favs of the moment….

THEO! for ikevamp

KENSHIN for ikesen

Other mentions but im not ganna get into: Motonari, Vincent, Arthot, Nobu, Kanetsugu, Napoleon aaaand i have a good feeling bout vlad🤩✨️

So i could give you a really well thought out semi generic answer that is totally rational oooooor i could just give ya the truth 🤣🤣🤣🤣 which is I don't always know why I love the characters as much as I do😆 obviously overall looks plays a role and i do have a type 🤣🤣🤣 cause im vain af😆

Jokes aside, if i had to look at all my fav characters and find a common thread of similarity I'd say its most likely cause they are incredibly passionate and dedicated to their crafts. When I was still in my younger years of studying I looked up at their destructive workaholic tendencies and was like //wow I wish I had something I loved so much that I could just work endlessly towards. But also wow bro you are working yourself to an early grave😱😱😱And now? I found that thing 🤣🤣🤣 and i get it🤣🤣🤣 but yeah nothing draws my eyes like a person with a killer work ethic🤣🤣 wanna impress me? Don't be a lazy slacker lolol🤣

Kenshin

So ima just throw it out there as a fitness fanatic 🤣🤣 i back his love for training and war? Lol i kinda get it, that adrenaline rush, the stories you can tell after ✨️ like obviously don't kill people buuuuuut i mean I can see why he enjoys it🤣 nothing like that happy hormone that gets released when ya move ya body! Plus if someone really makes me angry, nothing like running off that frustration 🤩🤣🤣😳

DRINKING! ME AND KENSHIN ARE ON THE SAME wavelength👏👏👏 like what a coincidence i love to chill with ma fav drink as well lolol🤣👏✨️

Also something about a strong manly man that becomes a soft marshmallow around his significant other just absolutely makes my heart turn to mush😍😍

Also cuddles! All the soft cuddles! I love post relationship Kenshin cause omw the amount of love and cuddles he gives😳😳🥺🥺🥺🥺 even in the latest story event where he said he would dote like mad on his significant other (omw mush, i was turned to mush)🥺🥺

Like I also love how noble and just the bro is. Like even though he loves a good fite he NEVER hurts the innocent or down trot! If anything there are multiple time in others routes where he swallows his own pride and joins hands or even takes responsibility for when his own outta control subordinates act shady🥺🥺🥺🥺

While he had a "different" way of showing his love, this man definitely is kind beyond words. Like let's be real, his castle is pretty much an orphanage at this point with people he just adopts and absolutely cares for and supports…. Unconditionally mind you! Like i dont see him asking for rent lolol just the occasional sparring match😆😆🌷🔥. Like you lost your whole home and life? Bro legit be there to welcome ya with open arms 🤣🤣👏🥺 in his own murderous way of course 🥺🥺🥺❤️ like even his bunnies. He legit lets them carry on even though im pretty sure they are overtaking the whole garden 🤣🤣👏🥺and and like when Sasuke goes missing in others route who is it that stays up all night looking for and waiting for him? FREAKEN KENSHIN THAT'S WHO!

ALSO THIS DUDE HAS A SENSE OF HUMOR. like ngl i can't help but laugh my ass off when he makes appearances in other routes🥺🤣🤣🤣 sometimes the things he says is just absolute gold✨️✨️✨️👏😳

Back to the bunnies! I believe animals have a keen sense of a person and the fact that the bunnies love him so much! Thats telling enough 🔥❤️🌷 like this man has proven time and time again that he is actually a gentle soul 🥺🥺🥺😏

Okay lemi stop here and head to bed 🤣🤣🤣 its almost midnight and i gotta be up at 3am😭🤣

ALSO DON'T THINK I FORGOT ABOUT MY MAIN BAE THEO 🔥❤️❤️❤️❤️😍

I have so so so much to say for Theo 🥺🥺🥺like gaaaaaaah. Despite his lack of fashion sense 😭 this bro be on another lvl with his passions and work ethic! Like I did a whole two posts dedicated to what I love and hate (which is all the things i hate to love) about him. 😍😍😍❤️🍬🤩 so instead of ramble and repeat i'll just reblog those for ya to investigate 😳😳👏🥺🥺😏😏😏 cause im a lazy lazy person 🤣🤣🤣

THANKS FOR THE SUPPORT AND ALSO DROPPING THE ASK🥺🥺✨️❤️❤️🤩 I honestly miss interacting and becoming more involved but alas🤣🤣🤣🤣 the workaholic lifestyle is one that does not leave much room for fun lolol🤣🤣🤣🤣

#zeta chats #its beeen sooooo long #thank love!#and u give me life #lolol #hehehehehe i missed interacting #oh well back to my hermit hole #lolol work never ends #and sleep is limited #🤣🤣🤣🤣#one day i may have the time to indulge again

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witch-hazels-musings · 3 years

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I'm curious of how characters would use their visions in the bedroom 👀 Like, Kaeya would totally do temperature control stuff.

Could I request headcannons or narratives for how Diluc and Albedo would use their visions for your pleasure? (or for theirs 😳)

Note: I believe vision can only be used when they are in the possession of the person they were gifted to ( primary reason: Diluc giving his away - if anyone could have used it he would have given it to his father, and if he didn’t really need it to use his vision, he wouldn’t have taken it back )

Warning -> slightly funny? 18+ OMG PLEASE RESPECT THE 18+! NS_FW!!!! ( foreign penetration, voyeurism (Alb), burning clothes, no injury, held against wall (D), orgasm denial, foreplay, hydro bondage, hydro foreplay, voyeurism (C))

Character X GN Reader | Anthology

( okay … so this one is gonna be the strangest one I’ve ever done?, and I’m apologizing right now for it --- i’m literally so embarrassed, ima hide under my desk DONT JUDGE ME T.T )

Includes: Albedo (i’m sorry), Childe, Diluc

Albedo

A vision in the hands of Albedo is a tool for many uses - he sees it less as proof of his power and more of a means to an end - it’s an extension of what he has available and he’s learned to adapt it to any possible scenario

Now he’s learned there are ways he can use it to satiate you while he continues to do his work - and, if he’s feeling especially devious, inquisitive to the point of combustion, he may just watch

“Alb--bedo …” You adjusted, legs pressed together so intensely that you thought you might break your kneecaps. Shaking hands gripped onto the closest thing they could while you did your best to stay seated just where he placed you.

“Try not to move too much, it will alter the drawing.” He sat with his leg resting over his thigh, the large sketchpad he had propped up there was bouncing vigorously as his hand ran across the paper. The pencil, when you could see it through your blurry vision, was dancing across the parchment in unbelievable speed as if to capture what was before it.

The vibrations that shook your body seemed to fluctuate from intense stimulation to slow, steady pulsations. Every dip in frequency allowed you room to breathe, your hands moved to your face, teeth bit onto your fingers as your hips rocked against nothing as they sorrowfully tried to help you get off.

“Be-do, please …” You whined, eyes glossing over as you looked at him. Did he laugh, did he smile at you, how heartless could he get. Under your rippling vision, you saw how it glowed brighter and richer in color, and yet, as if you didn’t comprehend its meaning, your hands flew down to grab onto the chair while the resonating stimulation grew between your legs. “Ah!” You slid further into the chair, your head resting on the back of the chair as your fingers gripped and pushed against the edge of the seat. Arching your back, lifting your legs up onto your toes you couldn’t help the moans and pants that fell from your mouth at an unreasonable pace.

“Hold that pose.” Albedo’s voice was calm even if the speed at which he turned the page wasn’t and, as you gazed at him you couldn’t help but lose your mind at the way he observed you. The intensity of it was so powerful that even though you knew he wasn’t inside of you, it felt like he was.

You crashed like a runaway cart into your orgasm, it shook you to your core, and even though you were screaming moments ago all that came out now was a high-pitched whimper. Deep breaths were all that you could take as you clenched around the object Albedo had placed inside of you, it was so hot that you started to pull at your shirt, and soon your hands found their way to the spasming place between your legs.

Albedo’s voice suddenly sounded much closer to you, his lips pressing to your forehead while his hand rested on the one you had near the object. “You did excellently, but I’d like to see more of you if I could, will you assist me again?”

In your dizzy haze, you glanced at his bright eyes and with a gaping, air-sucking mouth, you gave your reply.

Childe

There was no need to keep his skills at manipulating hydro out of everything that he did, why would he when he was so beyond capable at making it do exactly what he wanted. Whether that be from creating blades out of it, spears in its likeness, or even shackles to hold people down - he was learning just how versatile water could be

How could he not give everything he’s ever wanted to try to his partner who had shown him on multiple occasions a level of trust he knew he didn’t deserve, and a willingness to let him do what he wanted -- you always gave him permission, and you were doing it even now

Your back arched as his hands slid under your pants. The way he touched you so perfectly made your vision go dark before lighting up under the stars. As soon as he put pressure right where you needed it, fingers bending and flexing to let you know how much control he had over you, the sound of pleasure and excitement that slipped from your mouth gave him access to the tongue inside of it.

He played with you, toyed with the tightness in your stomach. Every time you were about to break under his stimulation he pulled away just to watch how much you’d whine.

“Childe, please …” You shifted under him as he slowly, painstakingly began to remove your clothes. Each layer, every article which fell to the floor next to the bed felt like an eternity in your sinful sentence. The way his hands ran down your legs as he slipped off your pants, the sensation of his gloved fingers trailing down the center of your chest as he watched the way you squirmed and grabbed at his arm - he was enjoying it all and he had barely done anything to you yet.

“I’ll give you exactly what you need, remember,” He pressed his lips to your neck, your collarbone, and in the center of your chest before continuing, “If you want to stop, tell me immediately.” You nodded your head and he sealed your promise with a passionate kiss.

In no time, he had you exactly in the state he wanted you, his eyes observing the beauty and perfection that lay before him and as your own gazed longingly, eagerly back at him, you noticed how his vision began to hum. It pulsed like a glowing heart and in your curiosity, you reached your hand for it only to find it was impossible.

Tilting your head, you noticed there was a stream of water around your wrists. Funny, you couldn’t tell that your skin was wet at all. That’s when a new sensation began to work its way up to your legs and when you looked down to investigate, you noticed a swirling blue like rope beginning to creep its way further up your body.

“What’s …” The smile that stretched his lips and seeped into his dangerous eyes made it so hard for you to breathe. Your heart pounded in your chest, your stomach rippled with excitement, and the build-up in your body began to increase so much you were sure he was going to make you orgasm just from his stare alone.

“Ready?”

“Yeah, ready for wh-AH!” The flowing water reached your ache. The wetness of it made your body nearly seize as he worked its way into you. The moans and cries that left your burning throat were so loud you were sure someone was going to hear you. Desperately, you wanted to cover your mouth but your wrists were still locked above your head so instead, you tried to bite your lip but that only sealed in so much noise.

“My, how adorable you look like this.” Childe hummed, his hand moving to stroke your chest as he leaned down to pepper kisses against your throat. “Let’s push a little further, what do you say?”

The girth of the water increased and no amount of self-control was capable of holding back the scream released from your body. Your feet struggled against the mattress, futile attempts to assist you in raising your body off of the mattress came with frustrated huffs and whines in your throat. You called out his name and soon you heard the sound of rattling metal.

“Damn, I made myself jealous.” Suddenly, all the water around your body ran down your skin and before you could understand what was happening, Childe positioned himself above you and worked at finishing what his hydro vision started.

Diluc

He usually has so much more control - he had to learn in order to survive, but there were times, there were moments when all he knew was instinct and all he could do was feel

With you, these moments came up more frequently than he would have ever anticipated - there is no switch to turn himself off when he gets lost in your body. You learned to never get him so worked up while his vision still rested at his hip (things were bound to burn)

He backed you into a wall, his fever to have you was apparent by the intense way his hands ran over your body, tugged at your clothes, manipulated your hands with his. He was almost like another person, a delusion of himself. There was no way you could have known riling him up would lead to this and while it was incredible, the ferocity of him, the unreserved nature that he was capable of showing, it was also incredibly hot.

“Diluc wait -” You tried to reach for his vision but his hands plastered yours to the wall. His lips claimed any part of your skin that they could and the pressure of his body against you, the feeling of his growing and dangerous erection crushing against your stomach made every rational thought in your brain fall to the floor he hardly let you touch.

His strength always shocked you. For someone so thin it was often hard to remember that he was capable of it - even though you watched him fling his claymore around like it was nothing, even though on countless occasions he lifted you like you were a freshly sprouted plant; how deceiving his true abilities were to you and everyone else.

Your clothes began to cling to your body. The sweat dripping down your back, in between your legs, your neck all made you wildly informed his vision was active. You didn’t even need to see how it burned like a beating ember to know he was calling on its ability. He let go of your hands and began to work himself out of his jacket, undo his vest, and any other article of clothing he could all the while his mouth kept yours occupied.

The heat from his tongue was near scalding, how was he able to let this fire seep through every single part of his being - was he not experiencing it too? When his chest was exposed, your hands ran over his rippled torso and the question you just asked yourself was answered as you felt how slick he was becoming.

You pulled him closer, the resulting action making his body come into immediate contact with yours and the feeling of his cock digging into the soft and sensitive area between your legs made you burst in exclamation. Your head landed on the wall, hands slid around the hem of his pants and gripped so tightly onto them his hips pushed further into you.

“It’s hot, it’s so hot.” You panted, gazing at him and hoping that your words made sense. Your body was hot, everything was hot, but while you wanted him to alleviate the heat, you hoped he’d remove one primary cause of it.

Pinning your hands above your head, he quickly began to work on your pants. He wasted no time undoing the buckles and buttons that kept you clothed and as he helped you remove them there was a distinct smell filling the air. When you looked down, the fabric was starting to burn even with you still in it.

“Diluc! Hold-ah!” Struggling against him, you began to shake your lower body and in his complete daze, he slowly came back to realization. In an instant, he let go of you and grabbed the nearest item to him to put out the flames. He was on his knees, his black shirt tightly wrapped around your chard pants afraid that if he didn’t keep it there the flames would get worse.

“Y/N … I cannot apologize enou-” Your laughter cut him off, the expression he shot up to you was one of mass confusion as he searched for understanding.

“If I had known you were going to burn my clothes, I would have teased you without them.” He shook his head and tried to apologize again, his eyes dropping to your legs, assessing them for any damage. “I’m fine, you didn’t burn me.”

He wrapped his arms around your waist, his cheek pressing against your stomach as he held onto you tightly. Chuckling, you rested your hand on his hair and began to caress him, the soft movements reassuring him until he composed himself again and lifted back to his full height. Looking at his face, you could tell he was nervous, so you lifted onto your toes to give him a kiss of redemption.

“Next time, let’s leave this,” you reached for his vision and easily removed it from his pants, “out of the action. What do you say, hot-stuff?” His eyes narrowed at your nickname but agreed to your suggestion anyway.

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uwuwriting · 3 years

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Boyfriend w/ Megumi, Itadori and Gojo

Request: hii I just read your jujutsu nightmares piece and oh my god I am indeed a very simple simp and your writing just makes my heart go uwu so may I maybe req a very soft, fluffy s/o for Megumi, Itadori Sato and maybe Sukuna if you write for him? I hope it's not too much, thank uu <3 - anonymous

I can’t get enough of the JJK content, I love them so much my heart can’t take it. Sadly I don’t write for Sukuna *I think I mention it in my rules but I’m not sure*, he pissed me off big time in the manga so yeah sorry about that. Really all the curses have kinda pissed me off but that’s a story for another day lmao. Love ya.💖💖💖

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warnings: boyfriend things lol, fluff, maybe some angst sprinkled on top but not a lot.

Fushiguro Megumi

-Megumi reminds me of Suna from Haikyuu.

-Like a lot.

-He will put effort in the relationship of course but he won’t flaunt it around in everybody’s faces.

-Yes he has a s/o and yes he is in love but in his book that should be mostly kept in between you two, no one else has to know.

-So at first your relationship isn’t really acknowledged by the others.

-It’s so subtle at casual that everyone around you thinks that you’re merely best friends and close to each other.

-Only Makki knows that you two are a thing since she sees how you worry and take care of him after he has been injured.

-It’s different from platonic concern and she knows what’s going on.

-Plus she saw you steal a kiss one time and that sealed the deal.

-Eventually the others figure it out and they are losing their shit, for completely different reasons though.

-Nobara can’t believe Megumi got a s/o before she did.

-Gojo is hurt because neither of you said anything and he has been trying to hook you up for the past two years now.

-Itadori is just confused because he thought that you were like that to everyone.

-Now PDA is non-existent with this one.

-He doesn’t feel comfortable touching you in public even if it’s a small peck.

-He prefers showing his love behind closed doors or through acts of service.

-So expect to find multiple bentos waiting for you in the kitchen each morning or a hot bath on the ready when you come back from a long mission.

-You are okay with the no PDA rule, your only request is that he at least hold your pinkie when you need it.

-It grounds you and who is he to say no to that?

-During missions he doesn’t underestimate your strength and let’s you do your thing.

-He only interferes when you ask for help or when he notices that you’re extremely overwhelmed.

-He doesn’t smother you and you are eternally grateful for that.

-Training sessions between the both of you are brutal.

-Neither holds back and you're left a panting, sweating mess at the end, crawling to your respective rooms to change before you settle for a movie later that afternoon.

-If either of you gets injured it’s mama bear time.

-You need to change your bandages? Megumi has already taken out the kit and all the essentials.

-He needs to take some meds to calm the pain in his ribcage? You have the pills in hand.

-He is a shy boy so even in private he hesitates to touch you.

-Don’t get him wrong he loves holding you and feeling you close to him but he is also afraid he will make you uncomfortable or overstep.

-So you will be the one initiating cuddle session during the first months of your relationship.

-After a while he will simply pick you up and carry you to his bed for cuddles if he needs them without uttering a word the whole time.

-Good morning/Goodnight kisses are a must.

-It’s a ground rule that he follows religiously since day one.

-It doesn’t matter if it’s a simple peck on his lips or a passionate kiss, he just wants to get a kiss before starting/ending the day.

-Sleeps on his stomach with an arm always draped over your waist.

-Isn’t really into the whole sleeping on each other thing but he won’t say no to being the big spoon or even better the little spoon.

-He gets flustered when you kiss his knuckles or trace patterns on his palms.

-He knows his hands are rough from all the training but after your touch they feel tender and gentle.

-Prefers indoor dates rather than outdoor ones.

-His favorite is cooking dinner together and then cuddling on the couch *in hopes you won’t get interrupted by Gojo*.

-The only thing he dislikes about the whole relationship thing is the teasing he receives from Gojo.

-He is ready to rip his ears off.

-Boy has murder on his mind 24/7 and it is all directed to his mentor.

-Gojo noticed that Megumi had you as his wallpaper ONCE and now it’s game over for your boyfriend.

-The thing is that you don’t get teased as much and he is *salty*.

Itadori Yuuji

-He is such a lovable boy, how could you NOT fall in love with him?

-Your relationship is naturally effortless.

-Everything flows so naturally and without even trying you two have formed such an unbreakable bond that not even Sukuna himself can tether even if he tried.

-Many MANY spontaneous trips to the nearest convenience store at 3 am.

-Oh you are craving some popcorn? Well go on, get your shoes, we are going grocery shopping.

-Won’t hesitate to do anything for you and when I say anything I mean it.

-He ditched Gojo once because you had bad period pains and said you needed cuddles.

-What cruel creature would he be if he denied his beautiful girlfriend her cuddles???

-Sukuna has cockblocked you two and has ruined your cuddles on multiple occasions.

-From weird noises to rude comments to interrupting Yuuji’s thoughts with random shit.

-Real party crasher.

-Yuuji’s love language is touch mainly so expect a shit load of hugs and kisses.

-Won’t let go of your hand while you are out in public.

-If he can’t hold your hand he will place his palm in the small of your back or wrap his arm around your shoulders/waist.

-It’s a physical need.

-He has to be touching you at all times because that reminds him that you are truly here beside him and that you are okay.

-The sorcerer's life has already taken a toll on his mentality and he hates leaving you alone so most of the time you go on conjoined missions.

-Unlike Megumi he tries to protect you during fights by all means.

-He doesn’t do it because he sees you as weak and in need of protection it’s just an instinct that he can’t control at all.

-He will put himself in immense danger, taking all the blows just so you can leave the scene unscathed.

-You have scolded him on his complete disregard of his own life and the tears that pooled in his eyes as he explained that his body moves on its own when he sees anything darting towards you, breaks your heart.

-If you kiss the little marks under his eyes all his worries fly out the nearest window.

-He forgets about everything around him, about the looming threat of his imminent execution, the only thing on his mind are your lips on his cheekbones and your thumbs rubbing circles on his cheeks.

-If you pepper him in too many kisses he will begin his own assault by first tackling you to the floor or the bed and capturing you in a hug before the smooches begin.

-He has a tendency to leave hickies on your neck which you struggle to cover each morning and you are always real close to glaring at him when he beams like the sun itself at you in the morning but your mild anger fades the moment his lips meet yours.

-You have your suspicions that he knows what he is doing with that, he knows his kisses make you weak so he uses them to his advantage.

-Will never admit it but it always places a small smirk on his lips every time you clutch his shirt for balance or rest your forehead on his shoulder to regain your composure.

-An I love you a day is required for good vibes.

-Won’t hesitate to shout it even in front of others, he just has no filter and no shame.

-Makes you turn tomato red and he snickers.

-Fuck him, literally.

Gojo Satoru

-This fucking tease.

-He has no chill!!!!!!

-How are you with him?!?!?!?!!

-My man fine af and he drinks his respect for y/n and y/n alone juice every morning.

-That doesn’t mean though he won’t try to fluster you throughout the day.

-It’s his main goal really.

-Full blown make out sessions in the hallways of the school, ass smacks in front of others and trying to leave hickies on your neck during your lunch break.

-It simultaneously pisses you off and turns you on so you can’t decide if you should smack him or jump his bones.

-It’s a never ending debate and his chances of getting the quawk quawk 5000 are 50/50.

-He respects your boundaries when you give him a sign that you really don’t want him to be like that on certain days.

-He is a very observant individual in general so it’s not hard for him to take note of the signs of pure discomfort or awkwardness.

-True he loves flustering you but the moment things get out of hand and you don’t feel okay with how he is acting, he is throwing his attitude out the window and becomes respectful Gojo in a flash.

-Likes having his arm draped over your shoulder.

-He is super tall so chances are he towers over you.

-He has used you like an armrest several times which resulted to a trip to Shoko for a dislocated wrist/shoulder.

-You make him bentos almost everyday and he waits for them like a lost puppy.

-No matter the time, he doesn’t care if he is late, he will wait for you to make him a little bento to take with him.

-Curses can wait, he needs to receive his first dose of y/n love of the day.

-Brags to his student about you and to Nanami, much to the blonde’s dismay.

-Talks everyone’s ear off.

-He becomes super protective when an elder shows up or at the mere mention of them.

-He will grasp your hand, keeping a firm grip as those pretentious fucks stare down at you.

-They really don’t care about Sato’s happiness and they will never show you a fiber of respect despite being chosen by the strongest sorcerer.

-You are not part of one of the three clans so you are worth nothing in their eyes.

-Gojo hates them for that.

-Deep rooted hatred that could turn into a mass murder if one of them call you a distraction or a slut one more time.

-You are really grateful for him in those moments.

-You are grateful in general but during those times when you are being bombared left and right with rude comments, he will remind everyone in the room that he doesn’t give a flying fuck about what they believe.

-He fell in love with you because you are your beautiful self and not because you are a powerful sorcerer.

-He wants to imagine your kids as a sign of your love and not as an item of power, as a weapon like many of these people see him.

-He has ditched the elder meetings on many occasions just because he wasn’t in the mood of listening to their bullshit so he came home to you and spent the rest of his night cuddled up under the large comforter, watching a movie while peppering your shoulders with kisses.

-Adores seeing you in his clothes.

-They are so big on you that you wear them as dresses around the house.

-He especially loves the sight of your bare legs peeking from underneath his black t-shirt.

-99% of the time this ends up in you getting your guts rearranged.

-Surprisingly remembers all the important dates and he makes it to as many dates as he can.

-Being a sorcerer is difficult man, give him a break curses he has a date at 8 and he needs to get his formal glasses.

-All in all he loves you to the moon and back and would do anything to keep you safe and next to him.

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xxwritemeastoryxx · 3 years

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Demons Within

Author: xxwritemeastoryxx

Pairings: Elijah Mikaelson x Reader

Request: Angst fic where Elijah accidentally kills reader bc he’s lost control? (Red door Elijah?) -Anon

Word count: 2K

Warnings: Chatacter death, angst, canon typical blood and gore.

Author’s Note: Welcome to day two of may madness! I hope after yesterday’s fic that you guys are still looking forward to the next month’s worth! Here’s an angsty fic that I know you guys have been waiting for! Day two and going strong!

Feedback gives me life and motivation for future things. ♥

Y/N was running for her life. Not the on the run from Mikael, running for life. This time, it was different. Y/N was running from the one person she never thought she ever would run from.

Fear wasn’t supposed to be coursing through her, but in that moment it had. She shouldn’t have been afraid of the person that was after her. She should have been able to stand her ground and fight, just as she always had. She should have been able to break through to the man that was after her. But after several failed attempts, there was nothing else she could do.

It didn’t matter how fast she ran or how far she went, she knew there was no getting away. She could hear the way his own feet met the ground. The crunching of the leaves under the weight of his shoes loud in her ears as she ran. She didn’t dare a glance back. She knew he was right there, almost within reach. She should know, this was her husband she was running from.

There were many things that Y/N had known in her existence. She watched as the world changed around her and her loved ones as they went on with their lives. People they had once known long gone, either by their own hands or the passage of time. Being a vampire, an original at that, meant the lives of the people you knew were gone in the blink of an eye.

As the years passed like simple hours, there were things they survived. Things that they faced, enemies they fought and bested. And even those that are immortal are faced with darkness that even they don’t know the depths of the darkness that lay within them. It was that darkness that was deeply rooted in her husband’s subconscious that caused her to run for her life.

Esther’s magic had done as intended. The facade that Elijah hid behind throughout the majority of his existence, had been destroyed. The red door left wide open with slightest of triggers that enabled the darker side of himself to breach the surface.

Y/N should have been able to break through to him. She should have been able to reach the man that she knew was currently buried underneath the darkness. For the few times she had almost lost him to that darkness, she had been able to pull him back. She had watched as her words of love and care had caused the coldness in his eyes to disappear and return to the warm, inviting brown that she had grown to love. But it hadn’t worked this time around.

The soft touch of her fingers running along his face as the veins under his eyes played should have made him recognize who was in front of him. The way they trembled slightly as they moved down to his neck, should have recognized that she would still be there for him while he fought it. But it was the way his hand had grabbed a hold of her arm and twisted it in a way that a sickening snap could be heard before she cried out in pain that told her, he was deeper in the abyss than he had ever been.

Her few simple steps back caused him to take a step towards her with each one. The darkness within his eyes every indication that he had no recognition of her. That the woman he loved was currently a stranger, a threat that needed to be dealt with.

It was the reason she ran. The only reason that she decided to turn and run from him. She needed to give him time. Time to hopefully get through the darkness that was surrounding him. To hopefully come to his senses before he could get a hold of her. Y/N knew that he could and that he would.

Y/N may have been Elijah’s wife, but she had turned a handful of years after he had turned. She was strong, but not as strong as he could be. She had to at least out smart him for the time being. To keep herself alive for as long as she could, because even she knew that in a fight against her husband, she would lose.

It was when Elijah’s footsteps went quiet that she stopped running. The woods that surrounded them thick enough for her to hide in plain sight. She turned quickly in search of him. But her eyes couldn’t spot him. Her mind screamed that he must have come to his senses, that he wasn’t going to hurt her.

Her ears trying to pick up anything. The slightest movements of anything that would indicate where he was. But she couldn’t hear anything. Even her breathing had been silenced knowing that Elijah would be able to hear it in some form or another. She knew he was out there, she just didn’t know where.

As her eyes moved along the trees in her eyesight, her head tilted as she took in a tree not too far off. There was something familiar about. It was the way some of the branches had been broken to one side. The leaves barely hung on as the slight breeze made its way through.

It was then that realization had hit her. Elijah had been steering her in the direction that he wanted. She was supposed to be the one in control of this situation. But the tree proved that she had currently been going in circles. A game of chase that she knew Elijah was all too familiar with.

That was when she felt his hand grab a hold of her arm and spun her around before pinning her to the tree beside her. A startled yelp passed her lips as he had done so. Not by the action itself but the way Elijah had now looked as he stood before her.

The clean suit he had on some time ago had now been covered in blood. Blood had covered his lips and trickled down his neck. The blood pooled at his collar of his white button up. His eyes still filled with murder. She lifted her hand up to cover her mouth as she looked him over. She knew that for the few moments she had lost him, he had found someone else to prey on before he returned for her.

“‘Lijah.” She said with a slight shake of her head as she dropped her hand. Y/N knew she needed to get through to him. “It’s me. You know me. You’ve known me for centuries.”

Their eyes never left the others. Even as Elijah kept her pinned against the tree, he never looked away from her eyes. Deep down within Elijah he knew her eyes were familiar. That they were something that had always brought comfort to him. But all he could see was a threat that needed to be taken care of.

She was to be another body that he had kept locked away behind the red door. For as his mother had once said to him, the women he loved were butterflies. Ones that he loved to tear the wings off of them. And in his darkened thoughts, Y/N was a butterfly ready to be dewinged.

Her voice, while familiar, hadn’t brought any recognition to his mind once more. Even when he heard her words earlier that day, they hadn’t meant anything to him now. Not even as she explained who she was before he brought his hand up to her throat.

Y/N placed her hand on top of his trying to pull his hand away from her. But the harder she fought to get his hand away from her neck, the tighter his grip became. Y/N gasped as she tried to at least break any of the bones in his hand to get some reaction out of him. Just before she expected to hear the sickening crack of a bone breaking, he had pulled her away from the tree by her neck, before slamming her back against it.

Her hands fell to her sides as she looked Elijah in the eyes. Her mind racing for something, anything that could be done. “You know me, Elijah.” Her voice strangled against his hold. “I can show you.”

She lifted her hand once more, bringing it up slowly to his face. If she couldn’t get through to him with words or touch, she was going to try through memories. He watched as she raised her hand up to his face slowly. His eyes going back and forth between the two before her fingers brushed along his face.

It was enough to begin a small connection. One that Y/N had barely been able to show how they met before a loud cry of pain left her lips, causing her hand to fall from his face and the connection lost. Her eyes looked down to see Elijah remove his hand from her neck, only to see the other shoved into her chest.

The way his hand gripped on her heart told her he could feel every beat of it. Every chance it tried to pump the blood through her veins, he could feel it. He was literally holding her life source in his hand.

Tears of pain and sadness began to flow out of her eyes as she watched him. He was studying her for a moment. It was strange to both of them. It was if there was a part of him that was fighting to save her, or even kill her. It was the way his head tilted as his hold on her tightened.

Another scream passed her lips. She was afraid to move. Afraid to try anything. The pain that radiates through her overpowering anything else she was trying to get through her mind. She knew if she tried anything else, all Elijah had to do was pull and that’d be the end of it.

It was then that her mind had made a decision. The thought itself had caused the tears to rush down her face a little more before she nodded her head. Her eyes took in his face one last time. She wanted to see it. She wanted him to see that it was going to be okay.

“I-it’s okay.” She found it becoming harder to speak. Even as she spoke she felt the way his hand moved even the slightest bit, causing her to groan. “I’m not scared. I promise. It’s n-not your fault if you do this. It’s going to be okay. Just know that I love you.”

It was as she went to place her hand on top of his arm, as a comforting touch, she felt the tug of her heart. With one last cry of pain, Y/N went slack against the tree. Her heart in Elijah’s hand as he took a step back, watching as Y/N’s body fell to the ground a moment later.

The cold unrecognizable eyes were still dark as he dropped her heart by her body. For the threat he acknowledged earlier had been subdued. The threat to his family and even to himself had been taken care of. His actions are no longer hidden behind the red door that haunted him for centuries. It became easy to walk away from the body that was now ashen gray.

But deep down, the part of him that was drowning in the darkness knew that he had just lost the woman he loved to the very monster his parents created. Where she was the light in his life, the darkness that surrounded him smothered her and he was once again left with nothing.

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djarrex · 3 years

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Listen, clone wars era rex is the sweetest sub ever. Zero brat energy like others (coughwolffecough), he is absolutely there to please you and experience all the ways you make him feel loved. But it takes a bit for him to find out that he actually likes being a sub. With everything he is responsible for, I think he feels to bring that same energy to the bedroom - only problem is he isn’t very experienced. He’s not a virgin, but the most he's had are some quickies in the bathroom of 79s. So when you first get together, he feels he needs to be the one taking charge (even though he isn’t really sure what to do). It’s only after a particularly difficult mission when he is with you and he is at a loss of what to do. He knows he needs you, but he can’t focus. He just wants to stop thinking about how badly the mission went, how many brothers he lost. He just wants to get lost in you. That’s when you take over. You start showering him with love, kisses, words of praise, everything. You tell him all the things you’re going to do to him and he immediately falls for it. Relinquishing control is calming and a relief, something he never expected. He loves seeing you in power, seeing his smart and strong girl taking over, dishing out orders that Rex is all too ready to follow. As long as it means you’ll sit on his face, ride him, suck his dick, or just touch him, he’s all for it. Not to mention it lets him forget that he is a captain. In these moments, it’s just you and him.....Or I mean something like that. I dunno 😬

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VEE!!! 🆘️ "He brings a new meaning to 'good soldiers follow orders'" 😈😏 you rightttttt

Look, I'm all for dom Rex - I love to write it and I love to read it. That being said, I'm totally on board with the idea of having to show Rex exactly what he needs for him to feel good, to forget - especially after an extremely tough and emotionally/mentally/physically draining mission. Rex just wants - no, needs - someone else to take control every now and then, even if he doesn’t realize it at first.

SOOOO this kinda got away from me. literally could have wrote more but I have an assignment to work on (lmaooo). maybe I’ll do like a continuation of this later on? if that’s what the people want?

some warnings include: face riding, sub!rex, no-no words, uhhh... 🥴

AS ALWAYS, 18+ only under the cut :’)

***

Rex stands at your doorway, his forehead glued to the arm that's propped up against the door frame, helmet loosely gripped by his other hand hanging down at his side. It hurts to see him like this - drained, both physically and mentally. Bags under his tired eyes. Dirt on his face and caked on all over his armor. Even though he was created for battle, it's doing a number on him with each and every one he makes it out of; he physically makes it out of each and every battle, but not mentally, and not emotionally. It's always there - the loss, the bloodshed, the need to take charge, and the responsibility to ensure his men's safety - lingering inside his head no matter where he is or what he's doing.

Including the times when what he's doing is you.

When you and Rex first got together he was unsure, a little on the inexperienced side, but he was rough. You didn't mind of course; you liked it rough, and it was never like he'd hurt you or would ever come near to hurting you. You thought that maybe the roughness was due to his sexual inexperience, that the only other times he’d have sex in the past were just that. You really didn’t think too much about it, especially not when he was in the middle of pounding you into another galaxy before making you cum all over his cock over and over again.

As time went on, you started to understand where the roughness within the intimacy was stemming from; everything that had happened on the actual battlefield before he'd come home - including the battlefield within his mind - was being channeled into the way he handled you. Even outside the warzone, safe within your arms, Rex feels he needs to maintain control - to take charge. You understood, and let him have his outlet - It's not like you weren't benefiting from it; Rex may not have had much to go on before fucking you for the first time, but after months and months of practice, he'd become a fucking god in the bedroom.

There were definitely softer moments when he'd be crowded over you, trailing messy kisses from your collarbone up to your lips, his hips gently thrusting into you while hitting oh so deep. When your lips would be just barely touching as you breathed in each other's moans. When you'd both maintain eye-contact while simultaneously unraveling. The more gentle, loving, and softer moments weren't ones that followed his return home from a long deployment, no - those were reserved for all the times in between. You'd fallen in love with each other, but refrained from mouthing those three words in fear that you'd both be punished from feeling such forbidden things for one another.

And so tonight, seeing the drained and defeated expression engrained in his handsome features and the way his body slumped forward as he entered your apartment after a long couple of weeks was a telltale sign that this would be one of those rough nights.

You wanted to try something new, though.

***

"I want to take care of you, Rex."

He’d just got out of the ‘fresher, giving you some time to think while he was getting cleaned up. A towel loosely hangs around his hips, water droplets gliding down his toned muscles as he moves closer to where you’re sat at the foot of your bed.

"You will take care of me, cyare." He grins while rubbing his hands along your upper arms. You release a puff of air from your nostrils, focusing on a particular water droplet slowly descending from his collarbone and trailing down to where the material of the towel soaks it right up before tilting your head to meet his eyes.

You shake your head with a smile, speaking softly as you rest your hand against his abdomen, "No, that's not what I mean." You’re met with an amused yet confused look and you continue, "I want you to just lay back, and let me handle things for once. Is that okay?"

"I..." He trails off, clearly not sure what to say. You know he must’ve already had a plan on how the night would go, and that plan was probably supposed to take effect after he drops his towel. Now you’re met with the face of a man who is unsure of what to do now that the plans are about to change - he’s nervous. You keep that smile on your lips when you reach down to intertwine your fingers with his, bringing the backs of his hands up to your lips and placing soft kisses on each one.

"You're safe with me, Rex. Safe here. You don't need to think about everything when you're here with me, okay? I just.... wanna try something."

***

Wow. What a fucking vision he is right now.

Rex, the esteemed Captain of the five-oh-first, completely bare and sprawled out on his back on top of your sheets, has his head craned to watch you strip at the foot of the bed. His cock is painfully hard, twitching ever so slightly with each of his eager heart beats as he struggles to watch you undress - teasingly slow.

"Look at you, Rex." You audibly marvel at man you love, knowing what the praise does to him - it's very evident in how his glistening chest rapidly rises and falls and in the twitching of fingers. "My handsome, brave Rex. So good for me, doing just as I say," you coo at him, making your way from the foot of the bed to the side where your naked body can be level with his head. He turns his face towards you, his pupils blown wide and brow furrowed. He needs this. You crouch down, moving to where your eyes are in line with his as you reach to caress his sharp cheekbone. "Does it feel good so far, Rex?" you whisper while running your thumb along his bottom lip. "Does it feel good to let someone else call the shots for once?"

"Y-yes," he strains, followed by a muffled groan when you sink your thumb into his hot mouth. His eyes search for approval and you nod to him with a sweet smile before he begins to gently suck at your thumb - his perfect lips closing a seal around the thickest digit as you move it in and out slowly.

"First," you pull your thumb from his lips before standing up, "I'm gonna ride that pretty face of yours. If you're good and keep your hands to yourself I might sit on your gorgeous cock and ride you until I tell you to cum. How does that sound?" You punctuate your plans by closing your lips around the same thumb that was just in Rex's mouth, giving a couple sucks while staring right into his eyes before popping it out and tracing his abs with the soaked digit. The groan of approval that spills from Rex's lips goes straight to your cunt.

Wasting no more time, you climb on the bed and throw one leg on the other side on his face. Gripping the headboard for balance, you begin to sink down against him and are instantly met with his expert tongue, licking through your folds before you’re all the way sat. Fuck. He always was the best with his tongue, but this time, you’re the one in control. Crouched and straddled over his face, you begin to gently move your hips back and forth against the wet muscle, letting your already soaked cunt slide against his perfect face. You have never done something like this before, and oh fucking boy is it exhilarating.

It isn’t very long before you start to feel the blossom of heat within your core, the intense shockwaves that trickle through your body making you quiver against his face. You wanted this whole thing to be about Rex, but there’s no stopping the orgasm that shatters its way through you, making you cry out and smack a palm against the headboard. Rex’s tongue works in double-time, gliding back and forth to collect your release and stopping to flick at your clit in between deep groans. You feel him hum - deep and dark - beneath you, the vibrations making you nearly fall forward from the intensity.

“R-rex,” you pant, peering down to look at his dark honey eyes as they meet yours while his tongue continues its assault. You lower a hand to tap at his head, and his tongue disappears back into his mouth. When you lift off his face, you inch yourself downwards, placing kisses on every spot of skin your mouth can reach as you make your way to his thighs. He’s trembling, fighting to keep his hands at his sides but he does so like a good boy - and you tell him just that.

You let out a blissed-out sigh, now straddling his thighs while your palms rest against his chest. “You did so good for me, Rex. Fuck, you look so pretty with all of me on your handsome face.” He doesn’t say a word, just stares at you with pleading eyes, lips glistening and parted. His cock twitches in front of you - swollen and desperate.

You lean forward to meet his face, your lips just barely touching his as you whisper into his agape mouth, “You want me to fuck you, Rex?” punctuated by a nibble to his bottom lip. His only response is a throaty moan before you lean back to watch him, your fingers tracing invisible patterns along the dark skin of his thighs. You raise a brow at him, signaling your need for a verbal answer to which he visibly gulps, eyes clamping shut as he nods before choking out:

“P-please fuck me, cyare.”

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edit: I’m literally so sorry that I keep forgetting to tag my Clone Bois peeps in things like this :(((

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#ngl I read your thot in the car and got super excited to write about it when I was able to get to my laptop #thots with M #and VEE :')#sub!rex #literally a god-tier thot #captain rex smut #captain rex x reader #djarrex writes

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