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milkpup · 3 months

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｡⋆ʚ♡ a bitch meant for breeding

›› nsfw 18+ jjk oneshot!

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›› zenin naoya x y/n ›› 18+ f!reader ›› wc: 3,207

‹𝟹 summary: you’re naoya’s wife, and he’s determined to treat you like the pet he believes you are. he takes your sex life up a notch, showing you how he really feels about you:3

‹𝟹 fandom: jjk, jujutsu kaisen

‹𝟹 genres / warnings: petplay, assault / impact play

‹𝟹 tags: au- no powers, spit kink, spitting, breeding, degradation, name calling, pet play, puppy play, light praise, slapping, spanking, choking, rough sex, misogyny, owner / pet dynamic, leash + collar, naoya has a big dick, light biting, light blood, cum swallowing, rough fingering, finger fucking, orgasm denial + delay, throat fucking, mating press, doggy style, missionary

‹𝟹 notes: typically i see naoya more as someone to be subby (bc i wanna put him in his place). but one of my fave artists posted the pic above + the uncensored one, and i went fkn FERAL. like i would be naoya’s dog frfr. i wanna be his pet frfr. this is completely self-indulgent and pure smut. enjoy the ride:3 i made naoya a bit mean, but ultimately i made him a lil nice at the end. my fic and i want nice naoya rn >:(((( (even tho we all know hes a certified misogynist lolol)

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The Zenin clan was known for its harsh treatment towards the women of the clan. They don’t allow them to educate themselves and they are forced in domestic roles and used to make children. While it gives the woman’s family a good reputation to marry into the Zenin clan, her life usually got worse as a result.

Marrying Naoya Zenin was no exception to this rule; if anything, it was actually worse in comparison. As much as Naoya makes your blood boil, he makes your pussy drip even more. You can’t stand to be around him. His personality is insufferable and he’s a misogynistic asshole, just like everyone else in this hellscape of a family. And despite this, he knows exactly how to pleasure you in ways you never thought you’d be into.

It started out as normal, vanilla sex even before you two were officially married. He never tried anything too crazy, just using your body like he owned you, but never taking it anywhere. Over time, you put up less resistance when he told you to do things for him. While it pissed you off sometimes to be his basically his servant, he always rewarded you in the end and you couldn’t deny how amazing it was every time.

One night, after he had been out late drinking with buddies, he comes home with a shit-eating grin plastered on his face. You greet him at the door, taking care of his coat and belongings. He’s looking at you like a predator. He scoops you up, trailing kisses from your chin to your lips. Naoya bites your bottom lip slightly, drawing a hint of blood as he pushes his tongue into your mouth, meeting yours. He’s tasting every part of your mouth as he carries you to your room.

Despite his drunkenness, his coordination when tossing you onto the bed was surprisingly swift. He pushed you against the bed with such animosity it was like something had possessed him. He starts nipping at your neck, leaving a trail of kisses and spit along your jawline before meeting your lips once more. He twirled his tongue around yours, sucking every part he could. He pulled his lips away from yours, a string of spit connecting you two. “Open,” he commanded. And you did just that. You opened your mouth as he spit into it, telling you to swallow it after.

He watched with satisfaction at your instant submission. You were like his pet. And he wanted you to know that. He kissed you once more before pulling apart and walking over to a drawer, opening it and pulling out a leash and a collar. You were only slightly able to make out his figure, his form quite hazy in the darkness of the room, but you could hear the jingle and clank of the collar.

He walked up to you, a hand offering the collar to you. He had it engraved with your name beforehand, saving this for the right moment. “Will you be a good bitch for me, ____?”

You were looking up at him, eyes wide with a blush creeping across your face. You nod, squeaking out a quiet “Yes sir” in response to his question.

Naoya grinned as he reached to buckle the collar around your neck. “Good girl. Such a good little puppy for me, huh? I’m honestly a little surprised you raised no objections. Such a dumb little puppy, aren’t you?” He buckled the collar and moved his hand to your cheek and caressed you softly right before he pulls his hand away and slaps your face.

You gasp at the impact, looking up at Naoya with a mixture of fear and arousal. His hand snakes its way up the side of your face, before resting on the crown of your head and gripping you by a fistful of hair. He gently tugs your head to meet his, kissing you once more. “Be a good girl for me and I’ll make it worth it, okay?” He says as he pulls back, hooking the leash to the collar recently buckled around your neck. You only nod up at him, eyes saying everything you can’t with your mouth.

He rubs your head a bit, praising you. “Good pup.” You blush at the pet name, feeling heat spread in your body. “Take my clothes off, sweetheart. Be a good bitch and prep me after too, yeah?” He finishes by tugging your head slightly, just enough to add some pressure.

Your hands meet his waistline first. You tug at the drawstring of his sweats, pulling them off. His briefs follow suit, exposing his thick cock. You never would have guessed when you first met him, but he had a piercing going through the tip of his cock. It always added an extra sensation, and it was interesting to look at. You always wondered how painful it must have been.

Naoya’s cock bounces out of his sweats, precum already leaking from the swollen, angry looking tip. He’s looking down at you, expectantly. You don’t immediately budge, and so Naoya pulls on the leash attached to your collar, pulling you up to meet his cock. “Suck it, slut.” He commands as he’s tugging your head closer and closer.

You meet the tip of his cock, kissing it lightly, trying to be cute. Naoya grunts, pushing your lips open with his thumb and forcing his cock into your mouth. You barely have time to prepare yourself before Naoya is shoving his thick cock down your throat, still tugging at the leash and bringing you even closer into him. Your hands are trying to push away as his cock is pushed deep into your throat, cutting off your air. You can barely breathe through your nose as you struggle to push against him, but this only makes Naoya snaked a hand through your hair and push your head against his cock even more. “I know you can handle it, whore. I thought you’d be a good girl for me, so why are you resisting?” He taunts as he fucks into your throat causing drool to drip from your lips down your chin.

Tears were forming at your eyes as you look up to see Naoya fully immersed in his pleasure, head thrown back as he throat fucks you. He can see the tears starting to form at your eyes, only serving to turn him on more in a sick, sadistic sense of pride. He releases his grip from you momentarily, allowing you to catch your breath for only a few mere moments before resuming his rough abuse of your throat.

He picks up speed, not allowing you to get used to his erratic rhythm as you feel his cock start to twitch, warning you of what’s to come. You don’t really like swallowing, not that Naoya gives a fuck whether you do or not. Naoya does as he pleases. And right now, he would enjoy watching you swallow his cum. He likes the idea of fucking his cum down your throat, but he wants to watch you swallow it instead. Thus, he warns you before he’s about to cum and pulls out. “Open wide for me, pup. Time for your milk~” He purrs as he strokes his thick cock, shooting thick ropes of cum into your mouth.

The taste is horrible, and there’s so much it’s spilling out your mouth, just how Naoya wants you. “Swallow it, slut. Drink it like the good girl you are.” You swallow everything before opening your mouth and showing Naoya. He praises you, before bending down and spitting into your mouth following it with a sloppy kiss. He pulls away before pushing you onto your back on the bed. He pulls your top off first, watching the way your tits bounce when the shirt comes off. He trails kisses down your abdomen before reaching the waistband your pants. He tugs at it with a finger before completely pulling them off, leaving your panties on.

Naoya pushes your legs apart before positioning himself between them. He spits on one of his fingers as his other hand meets your clothed cunt, before pulling the panties to the side. His other finger rubs your slit, feeling how utterly soaked you are from just being teased and facefucked. His long, slender finger slides over your hole before making its way up to your clit, rubbing small circles around it. Naoya can hear your pathetic attempts at stifling your moans like you’re embarrassed, and he makes it one of his goals to make you louder. He wants everyone to hear what a dirty whore you are.

His finger makes it way back to your tight hole, slipping itself inside the wet and warm entrance. Naoya feels you immediately clench at the intrusion, hearing your cute moans as a result. “Good girl, let me hear how much you love me doing this yeah?” He encourages you as he pushes his finger all the way in, before immediately pulling it out and fucking you with it all over again. He wastes no time in adding another finger, trying to stretch your tight cunt open as much as he could. His fingers are drilling into you, making lewd wet slapping noises that fill the quiet room. Your soft moans betray how aroused you are.

Naoya pulls out to your chagrin, before rolling you over onto your tummy across his lap. He spreads your legs open once again before forcing his fingers back into your needy hole. You yelp out in surprise as his fingers slip inside, scissoring themselves and spreading you open. Naoya uses his other hand to spread your ass open, giving him a close up view of your weeping hole taking only 2 of his fingers and already struggling. “You’re taking it like such a good slut, yeah? You want me to stretch you out after?” He asks, feeling you clench around his fingers the moment he finishes his question. He laughs a bit. “I guess that’s your response, huh pup?”

It's that damn pet name again. You moan he lifts his hand to slap your ass. Naoya does not hold back in the slightest, repeating his slaps until he’s satisfied with the redness spreading across your ass. He pushes in another finger, this time feeling your stretch cunt at its limit. He pulls your body up into a sort of doggy position, you on your knees face down onto the bed. His fingers are slamming into your cunt, your juices dripping onto his hand and wrist then onto the bed.

Naoya bends down beside you, purring into your ear. “You’re such a good whore, aren’t you?” Your cunt clenches in response to his praise-degradation and he chuckles beside you. “I love bitches who make messes so easily, and you’re just like that. I bet you’re already close just from me fucking your tight cunt with my fingers.” He smirks at his taunt. You’re moaning into the bed, drool spilling from the sides of your mouth as his fingers continue their relentless assault on your cunt. He brings his other hand to your clit, thumb circling the sensitive nub as he brings you one step closer. Naoya was right, you were close, and he could tell just from your body how desperate you were to cum and make a mess right in front of him.

“You gonna cum, baby? Gonna make a mess for me, yeah?” You could only whine into the bedsheets, face pressed against the mattress as you felt Naoya bringing you ever so closer to your release. His thumb pressed harder onto your clit, rubbing it with more intensity as his other three fingers fucked into you with ferocity. You were drooling all over the sheet as you whined, feeling yourself tighten up around Naoya’s fingers as you feel that knot in your stomach start to snap—

And then Naoya pulls away both his hands, right as he felt you about to be pushed over the edge. You lift your head up, whining as you pout and look at him. He has the cheekiest grin plastered on his face as he brings his fingers to his mouth and cleans your juices off them. “Sorry, pup, but you don’t cum until I tell you to. Got that?” Your pitiful whines come out as a response, still squirming under Naoya at the loss of touch.

You softly squeak out, “Yes sir.” In response to Naoya’s question. You would do anything for him in this moment if it meant he would let you cum all over him. Literally anything. You would bark for him if he asked; he probably would like it given the puppy stuff anyways. Fuck, you’d even do tricks for him if he really wanted to, anything if it meant he praised you and helped you cum.

Naoya smiled even wider, setting a hand on your head and petting you. “Good girl,” he coos. You feel your heart melt and your pussy throb at the praise. He’s making it painfully slow for you, taking his time before he’s going to touch you again. He pushes your face back into the mattress, scooting your ass closer to him in the process.

Naoya parts your thighs ever so slightly, giving him better access to your sloppy cunt. He lines his thick cock against your hole, pushing his pierced head in ever so slightly. Even with his three fingers fucking your cunt and spreading it out, his cock was still a tight fit for you. He grips your hips with his firm hands as he pushes into you in one sadistic push, bottoming out into your tight cunt. You yelp out in pain as he slams his thick cock into you, feeling every ridge, vein, and especially his fucking piercing. You didn’t think it would feel extra good, but it’s an added sensation that you can’t get from anything else, and it feels fucking amazing.

You moan against the bedsheets loud enough for Naoya to hear as he pulls his cock out and slams it back in. “Fuck, ____, your cunt is so tight. It’s like it’s made just for me, yeah? A hole meant for me to breed, isn’t it? You’re just a bitch meant for breeding, aren’t you?” Naoya asks as he roughly spanks your ass in tandem with his thrusts. “Answer me, pup, what are you?” Naoya demands an answer as he hardly tugs at the leash, pulling you up against him.

The collar is pushing against your airway as he tugs at the leash supporting your weight. Because of this, you can barely choke out the words he was expecting to hear from you. “I’m a bitch… meant for breeding...” You sputter out as his thrusts increase in velocity and force. You moan against him as he pulls your body fully against his, fucking into you from behind.

“Good girl,” Naoya coos as he places a gentle kiss on your neck before biting down hard in the same spot. He draws a bit of blood, licking the area clean and kissing it once more before he lets go of you and pushes you onto the bed again.

Without breaking contact between you two, Naoya expertly flips you onto your back. He never stops his rhythm fucking into your abused cunt while moving your legs. He fucks you a bit in a missionary position, looking down into you as tears are forming at your eyes. “Fuck, Naoya, it feels sho fucking good~!!!” You slur your words out as you look into your eyes, his thick cock never relenting. You reach your arms around his neck as you pull him down to you into a quick kiss.

He pushes away from you, but not before gently biting on your lip first. He pulls his cock out momentarily as he places both your legs onto his shoulders. He pushes his body fully into yours, trying to feel every inch of your body. He slams his cock back into your messy hole as you moan into him. You can feel his warm breath as he trails kisses from your jawline to your neck, biting you in almost the same spot as before. The sharp pain only adds a distinct sensation that enhances your pleasure.

You can feel the knot building in your stomach again, threatening to snap at any moment. “Naoya, m gonna—m gonna cum, soon!!!” You stumble out your words, trying to warn him in advance so this time he can reward you.

Naoya grins and fucks into you harder, drilling his thick cock into your tight cunt. “Good slut, cum for your owner, bitch. I own you and this cunt, don’t I?” He taunts you as his cock hits your g-spot, hitting that bundle of nerves in such a way that has you seeing stars.

“Th-thank you!! Yesh, yesss you own me Naoya!!! I wanna be your dumb pet pleaseee imgonnacum im gonna cum!!!” Your words are stumbling out now, unable to control any of them as you feel the knot in your stomach break and you get not pushed over the edge, but metaphorically kicked into your orgasm. It feels like you’re crashing into the pleasure that is Naoya’s cock as you basically scream, feeling yourself squirt and make a mess around Naoya’s cock and the bed.

He reaches a hand to grip around your throat, cutting off your loud proclamations of pleasure. “Be quiet, bitch” He spits his words out as he rams into your cunt. You can feel his cock twitch and release his thick load, grunting as he fills your womb to the brim with his cum. His grip around your throat releases as he pushes himself off of you, pulling his cock out. Some of the cum overflows from your cunt, dripping out of your hole. He reaches a finger down, lapping up some with his finger and pushing it back inside, placing your panties back in the same position as before.

“Don’t let any spill out. You’re my bitch that’s meant to be knocked up by me. I’m sure you’re so excited to be a mommy, aren’t you?” In your fucked out state, all you can do is nod in a stupor as you try to catch your breath.

Naoya lifts your head and props a small pillow behind it as he climbs to in front of you, cocking staring straight at you. “Be a good girl and clean me up, pup.” You look up at him with half-lidded eyes, still reeling from your mind shattering orgasm mere moments before. Naoya’s thumb opens your mouth as his cock meets your lips. You stick your tongue out, placing kisses on his cock and licking his cock clean.

Once he’s satisfied with your cleanup, he moves beside you and kisses you. He pulls away and looks into your eyes as he caresses your cheek. “I love you, ____. You’re such a good girl for me.” You look into him and grin, as he playfully smacks your cheek. He places a kiss over the slight red mark he leaves before getting up to gather clothes for you.

‹𝟹 notes: how this fic got me feeling:

but frfr this pic got me going crazy im like feral and unhinged. i rly am a monkey. i think geto suguru was on to smthn frfr. i see hot jjk men i start fucking hooting like a monkey, going crazy when i see their bananas frfr

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patheticbabie · 11 months

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The Feels - Dick Grayson x Reader

The Feels - Dick Grayson x Reader (fem reader)

A/N: I was listening to the feels by twice while writing this, so this is very self indulgent for me to write this. Yep I got carried away writing this, from 2am - 3am. But I had fun, cause I’ve had thots about Dick Grayson for two nights in a row now. Anyways enjoy 💙

Warnings: best friends who are idiots, friends to eventual lovers, they did this whole thing backwards, smut 18+, NO MINORS OR AGELESS BLOGS, dirty talk, grinding, fingering, recording intimate acts, nipple play plus nipple piercings, oral (f receiving), caught in the act. Wow okay I think that’s all the warnings.

It’s finally the weekend, and it was the rare occurrence that everyone was at the Manor, to hang out or do their own thing. Dick had asked his best friend if she wanted to come along with him, and seeing as her weekend was free she thought why not.

“YOU CHEATED! You can’t do that, you can't gang up on me and put down +4’s.” Dick scoffed and pointed at Jason, Tim and his best friend with a scowl.

“House rules Dickiebird, so go on pick up the cards” Jason grinned

Everyone’s competitive streak comes out, with arguments about their stupid house rules, and ganging up on one another. The only players left were Jason and Dick. Both players glared at each other. They’re both down to one card, and Dick picked up a card and hid his grin.

Jason grumbling about how he didn’t have the correct colour was forced to draw a card. Dick laughing to himself, slammed the +4 into the pile.

“Hey littlewing….uno bitch”

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Feeling bored hanging around downstairs, Dick made his way up to his old bedroom, and played something from his playlist, whilst going about tidying little bits and pieces.

She made her way upstairs, getting close to his bedroom, his bluetooth speakers blasting a familiar kpop song, by both of their favourite girl group.

“You have stolen my heart oh yeah, never let it go oh oh, no never let it go oh oh oh” she heard him sing loudly, and watched from the door as he did the choreo in front of his full length mirror without a care in the world.

Making her way into his room, she giggled seeing him and came closer to him and grabbed his hand with a smile and teasingly said the lyrics “you got my attention, so what’s your intention? Tell me baby, what’s the deal?’

He pulled her close to his chest, with a smirk and twinkle in his eyes as they danced lost in a world with just them. His finger gently pushed a stray hair behind her ear, as she watched him with a dreamy look. “Did you enjoy the little show? I do think I could be twices’ 10th member.”

Laughing softly, she loved hearing his little random thoughts. “Hm.. maybe, but there is that one problem, they’re a girl group and you’re a guy. Although I would love to see you perform TT or fancy, that would be amazing to watch.”

Pulling away from her, he laid down on his bed and patted the spot beside him. Laying next to him, he gathered her in his arms and played with her hair. The silence was comfortable, as both of their thoughts were filled with each other.

“Hey bunny, you heard they’re coming here for a concert?” she hummed as her answer

“Do you wanna go together, like…as in a date night thing?” he didn’t know he was holding his breath waiting for an answer.

Sitting up slightly, she looked down at him trying to hide her ever growing smitten smile. He had a sense of panic, it’s only been 10 seconds since he asked her out, but it felt like time was slow, “Bunn-” he didn’t finish the sentence as he suddenly felt a pair of soft lips pressed upon him. Holding her closer to him, his hand tangled in her hair, as they kissed.

Pulling away slightly from his addictive lips, she whispered, “to quote twice; I got the feels for you. And yes to the date.”

He grinned, “a woman who knows the ways to my heart.” pulling her on top of him, so she was straddling, he didn’t think he could ever be tired of the view in front of him.

She laughed softly and winked at him, before leaning down to connect their lips. His hands roamed her body, as she moved her hips against his ever growing boner, moaning softly into the kiss as Dick softly pulled on her bottom lip. Her hands tugging on his shirt, he reluctantly pulled away from her lips to remove it and throw it on his bedroom floor.

Biting her lips as her eyes followed the hard lines of his body, watching him subtly flex. Unaware of the needy whimper that escaped her throat, and the slight grind of her hips on his cock. He chuckled softly

“Baby, I love how needy you are.” his smug smile got wider as he made sure to grind up against her hard, for her to feel his desire for her.

Tapping her thighs, he asked her to remove her shorts. Not ever being one to deny him of anything, she quickly removed her shorts, throwing it on the ground next to his shirt. Settling back down onto his lap to grind against his cock, she pouted “Why am I the only one in my underwear? Dick you’re such a perv.”

“Because I love this view, wait can I take a photo? I promise it’ll be for my eyes only.” With a nod, he reached to grab his phone, opening the camera, and grinned at the position they’re in. Her on top of him, her hands underneath her shirt and cupping her tits, wearing a blue thong which coincidentally was his nightwing suit colour. Tilting her head to the side with an innocent smile, She lifted her shirt and rested it on her collarbones, allowing him to see the matching lace bra. He smirked, and snapped multiple photos of her.

“Hm..you know how they say videos are sometimes better? I have an idea, is that okay with you Dick? You know something for your spankbang when you’re away.

Groping her ass before giving it a smack, he smirked at her yelp “Of course bunny. I’ll hold the phone, and you do whatever you’re comfortable with.:

Phone focused on her body, lowering the cups of her bra, he growled seeing her nipple piercings. He had an inkling but never asked her about it. Now in front of him licking his lips as he watched through his phone as she played with her nipples.

“Are they sensitive?”

“Hm…extra since my nipples have always been sensitive.” her voice airy as she moved the metal bar on her right nipple. Her free hand tilted his head up to watch her, and her smile was mischievous.

“Do you wanna see what it’s like to suck on them? You know for curiosity's sake, and even better, I’ll record you doing it. What do you think babe?”

“Fuck yes” he handed her his phone, as she pressed record and a gasp escaped from her as his lips latched onto one nipple, as his tongue swirled around the metal bar. His hands are busy cupping and squeezing her tits, his fingers working on rolling her right nipple. Kisses made their way to her right nipple, as he gently sucked on the nipple making her moan loudly. The view she had from his phone was making her lose her mind. Stopping the recording, she threw his phone on the bed, before tugging on his hair and pulling him into a deep kiss.

“Need you, please. I want you” she panted in between breaths as his lips made their way down her neck. His fingers made their way to where she wanted him most. Fingers rubbing her pussy through her blue lace underwear, he felt how wet she was.

“Yeah baby? I can feel how wet you are. I’ll give you anything you want.” He growled against her neck as he bit hard enough to leave a mark. Sliding her panties to the side, his fingers ran through her lips, feeling how drenched she was. Slipping his fingers in her cunt, he cursed at the delicious feel of her velvety walls squeezing his fingers.

He glanced down seeing how her pussy easily sucked his fingers in with how wet she was for him. Thumb rubbing her clit, he groaned addicted to watching his fingers becoming wetter with her desire. “Fuck baby, look down and see how your greedy cunt easily takes my fingers.” looking down she whimpered seeing his fingers work in and out of her cunt with a steady pace.

“Looks so hot right princess? The way your cunt squeezes my fingers, not wanting to let go. And the sounds this pretty pussy makes? I’m addicted to it, I should make your moans and the pretty sounds your pussy makes my alarm.

“Dickie…can I record this pretty please?” she didn’t have to ask since she knew his answer, as she grabbed his phone, already having the camera ready to record.

Removing her off his lap, he laid her down on the pillows, spreading her legs. He groaned seeing how wet she was. Looking up at her, he winked at her flustered face “let’s make that recording better, I’m gonna eat this pretty pussy like it’s my last meal.”

With a nod, she pointed his phone down towards him, his hands holding her thighs apart, he knew how wet she was, but he couldn’t help himself as he spat on her pussy, and she gasped, behind his phone. Not wasting time, his tongue licked a long strip from her cunt to her clit, fingers gently working in and out of her. Lips sucking on her clit, she felt him making moves with his tongue as if he was spelling something. He was though, spelling his name on her clit, she whimpered as her hand tried to steady as it focused on him.

Moving away from her clit, to press kisses down to her opening, his eyes trained on the camera, giving a wink, finding her entrance his tongue replaced his fingers, and she let out a loud moan feeling his tongue in her pussy.

Her free hand rolling her nipple and playing with the metal bar, feeling weak watching him between her legs. Not knowing where to look, through his phone's camera, or watch the real thing. His groans wracking her body, he couldn’t get enough of how sweet her pussy tasted.

Pulling away slightly, he panted to catch his breath, he looked at her flushed face and laughed softly, “your pussy is so sweet, so fucking tasty, gonna spend all my days eating your cunt out.”

“I-I won’t complain, getting eaten out everyday sounds like a dream” she whispered breathlessly

His lips wrapped around her clit before moving down, as his tongue entered her cunt. Using the zoom on his camera, she focused on how Dick was tongue fucking her as his thumb rubbed tight circles on her clit. Feeling her pussy tighten around his tongue, she panted and moaned his name loudly, knowing she was close.

“P-please. Fuck I’m so close.”

Groaning against her cunt, he worked his tongue as fast as he could, as his fingers worked on her clit in the same rhythm. Hearing her scream his name loudly, he felt her squirt on him. Groaning, he worked his tongue lazily against her pussy, groaning as he felt her squirt again.

Unaware of how loud her scream was, and unaware of someone standing by the doorway having witnessed Dick eating his best friend's pussy and making her squirt and her holding Dick’s phone towards the scene and recording everything? might be the hottest thing he’s witnessed.

Subtly adjusting his jeans, he awkwardly cleared his throat. Both heads snapped towards the door. Both of them quickly tried to cover up with the bed covers. “Jay…how long were you there for?” Dick asked breathless, chin shining and dripping with your essence.

“um…I guess…long enough to see you make her squirt twice. And you asked her to record it? Fuck that’s hot. Anyways, I came because I heard a scream so I wanted to see if things were okay, and I can see things are more than okay.” He smirked at both of them

“Hey princess, ask Dick to send me that video if you’re okay with it.” Winking at her flushed face, and he laughed as Dick threw a pillow at him telling him to get out and close the door.

Pulling her into his arms, both breathless from what had happened. “You know he was right, that video is the hottest thing on my phone…well until we fuck and I record us, with your consent of course bunny.”

“Hm…that sounds like fun. A close up of your cock going in and out of my pussy…sounds like a great movie night.” she grabbed his hand and placed it onto her wet pussy, sighing as he ran his fingers lightly through her.

“But not till after our date, because I”ve been looking forward to this concert.”

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beamtori · 7 months

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𝐰𝐡𝐚𝐭𝐞𝐯𝐞𝐫 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐰𝐚𝐧𝐭

implied fwb!ji changmin x afab!reader

1.9k words, smut (minors dni), piv sex, porn w/o plot, switch dynamics but changmin leans dom, so much dirty talk 💀, biting hard enough to draw blood, edging, kissing, swearing, overstimulation (f. receiving), fingering/cumplay, pet names (baby, sweetheart, hot stuff, good girl, etc.), aftercare is dinner lol, unprotected sex (wrap it before u tap it bro), low-key manhandling, it's kinda just... filth tbh (im on my period, sue me), CHANGMINS A LITTLE SHIT

a/n: this is the most self-insert i have ever self-inserted :l if it's awful, blame the brainrot!

"This has got to be a world record."

You rolled your eyes as you walked into his apartment, pointedly ignoring the smug smirk on his face and the arms exposed by sleeves rolled to his shoulders. "Do you want to get laid or not?"

Ji Changmin closed his front door, tongue poking his cheek, but it did nothing to conceal his smile. He leaned back and crossed his arms over his chest. "How many red lights did you run?"

Heat rose to your neck and you scowled. "I'm literally going to walk out the door right now."

"Try me, sweetheart."

So maybe you had dropped everything to get here when he sent you that blatantly obvious thirst trap photo, but you were thirsty; what could you say? It was a fucking shame he knew your weakness.

"Aww," he cooed, taking the few steps to meet you. He gently grabbed your chin in one hand and jutted his bottom lip outward. "Don't pout, baby. You know it'll only make me wanna kiss you."

You licked your bottom lip. "I get to draw blood, then we'll call it even."

There was a gleam in his eyes, the one that first got you addicted to falling into this man's bed. "Whatever you want, sweetheart."

This was what you meant by drawing blood.

Changmin's moans filled the room, his breathless, desperate "ah, ah, ah"s would engrave themselves into your flesh like you nipped at the skin on his neck. You could taste the iron in your mouth, dark and sticky, red staining your teeth and your lips as you kissed and lapped at the wound. Each bite would bloom his favorite shade of purple by morning. Your forearms braced against the bed sheets on either side of his head, your knees growing sore from the steady rocking of your hips.

Flesh stuck to flesh, his hands grappled at your body to hold on for dear fucking life as you rode his cock and marked his pretty canvas of a body for your own. Sweat glistened, further highlighted by the warm glow of the lamp on the nightstand.

"Baby, baby, baby—" he babbled as his hand buried itself in your hair to pull you out from his neck, "—tight. Oh fucking hell, you're tight. C'mere."

He caught your kiss, his blood smearing across his own lips. You licked him clean as always, humming against him as he spoke through the earnestness.

You suddenly pulled away from him and braced your hands on his pecs. The view from this angle was enough to make you clench: Changmin splayed beneath you, lips and neck bruised appropriately, a dazed glaze over his dark eyes, sweat making his skin shine. "Oh, look at you," you purred, giving him an indulgent roll of your hips.

Changmin gritted his teeth, hand clutching your thigh and inching higher. "You don't move, sweetheart, and I'll move for you," he smiled thinly and backed his statement up with a firm spank of your ass.

You lurched forward in surprise; his chuckle filled the room.

"I have power, too, you know."

"Okay, hot stuff," you huffed, brushing your hair from your eyes. "You realize you could have flipped us over a long time ago, right?"

A smirk-like grin curled onto his lips, devilish and enough to make you squeeze around him again. "I know. But you looked like you were having fun up there, princess. Plus, your tits look so good like this."

You rolled your eyes. "You're such a dude."

"Yn, I sent you a thirst trap to get you into bed with me like, an hour ago; now you're calling me a dude?"

You sighed, sitting upright, warming his cock. "True."

"Baby. Sweetcheeks. Apple of my eye—"

"Hm?"

"As much as I love that you're just sitting on my cock like your throne," he drawled, "I wanna make you cum as many times as you ran red lights."

"I didn't run any red lights—"

You squealed, your world twisting and your back hitting the sheets. Changmin grinned from over you, one large hand palming your right boob.

You were breathless. He leaned down to devour your mouth. A trail of spit clung between your lips when he pulled away for a second. "So what you're saying is you want me to edge you?" He husked, tongue swiping along his bottom lip, his eyes shining with a dark glimmer.

Genuine fear spiked through your heart. "Ji Changmin, I swear to god—"

He gave one powerful thrust, and you clung onto him as your swear melted into a whine. "The government name? Only good girls get to cum, Yn-ie. Be a good girl, hm, and moan for me."

You dug your fingernails into his back as he drove his cock into you so hard you could see stars circling. He swallowed all of the pretty, desperate noises coming out of your mouth with his own. You arched your front into him, hips lifting slightly to meet him until his hip bone smashed against you.

"That's it," he grunted, kissing you as your high approached and his thumb grounded into your puffed up clit. "Take my cock so well; fuck—me—"

You were so close, and you nodded to what he said—nodded so desperately as you dragged your nails down his back and chased that high like a fucking dog—

Everything stopped.

"You want dinner?"

He was leaning over you to grab his phone off the nightstand, the light making the sweat dripping down his chest glisten like liquid pearl. His cock was still inside you, but you could feel the impending tightening of your orgasm slowly deflating.

Your blood pressure spiked. "What the fuck, Changmin?"

He tried to hide his smile. Tried. He sat over you as he opened a food delivery app and showed you the screen. "They've got that new Hawaiian restaurant and that fried chicken place you like."

"You are such an asshole." You draped your arm over your eyes, pussy clenching around him as if that alone could get you back to bliss.

You felt him shift, and then he was laughing fondly, removing the arm from over your eyes and pressing kisses to your face. "Aw, I'm sorry, sweetheart. I know you were close; just wanted to tease you a little bit."

You glared. "You're fucking evil."

He grinned. "Clearly you like that." He kissed a trail from your nose down to your ear, murmuring, "Like calls to like."

You bit your lip and tried to ignore the butterflies in your stomach. "Please, can I cum?" You didn't know where it came from, but you knew he wouldn't resist the pleading, because as he had said, like called to like.

A kiss right below your ear. "Well, aren't you sweet when you're desperate? Whatever you want, baby."

You sighed as he brought his lips back up to yours—thank fuck. One of his hands curled lightly around the side of your neck, the other wrapping around your right thigh to hike your leg up. His cock dragged through you at a slightly different angle, and you squirmed, hands clinging onto his shoulders and back.

"You wanna cum, baby? I'll give you what you want."

He groaned into your neck, teeth nipping at the skin there like he was grounding himself. Cock bullying into you, hand around your neck, the pressure so sweet and delicious. You were going start seeing things, your throat was losing breath as you begged for sweet, sweet fucking mercy.

Changmin suckled on the joint between neck and collarbone. "So good for me, huh?—dropped everything to see me—" He moaned into you, the sound urging you over the edge.

"Changmin," you cried out desperately. Closecloseclose, oh my god, you were close. "Changmin, baby, please. I'm so close—fuck."

Sweat dribbled down the slope of his nose as he hovered over you and continued to fuck you through until you were leaping over that cliff of pleasure—literally throwing yourself—thighs shaking in his grasp. You let out a loud whine when he didn't stop moving inside you; he was still rock hard and he locked your ankles at the base of his back to curve his cock up into you.

You clawed at him. "Fuck, fuck, fuck—"

"My good girl can give me another, can't she?" His nose nudged against yours, a sharp contrast to the obscene sound of his balls slapping against your skin and the wet squelches of his thrusts. "Came all this way just for me…"

He brought his hand away from your neck to draw brutal circles around your clit, desperate to feel you clench around him again. His eyebrows creased, coaxing another orgasm out of you as he chased his own.

"Changmin," you stammered.

"Gonna come for me?"

"Yes," your breath came out in a delirious pant, pussy deliciously overstimulated. "Gonna come, gonna come, Changmin."

You were quivering around him again, incoherent thoughts half-babbled and half-moaned. The tension in your belly was mounting faster and faster now, and you could feel Changmin's thrusts getting sloppier. The tension snapped, and you drowned in it. You cried as you clung onto Changmin's form and he stilled, emptying out ropes of warm cum into you and making you squirm again.

As you both came down from your highs, he pressed his lips to the sides of your neck, eyes closed in a blissful daze. "Fuck, I owe you dinner for that. Shit."

You shifted uncomfortably as he slowly pulled out of you. "I did bite a chunk out of your neck," you exhaled. Both yours and his eyes wandered down to where your bodies met, your folds a mess of your combined fluids.

You saw him lick his lips, eyes glued to your cunt. "Earth to Changmin," you chuckled, poking his dimple.

His eyes shot to you for a moment before he was dipping his finger into the mess, swirling the cum around and pushing it back into you.

You mewled. "Dude," you shivered as the girth of his fingers filled you.

"You did not just call me dude when I'm pushing my cum back inside you," he grinned, crawling back over you and sealing off any chance at a response by kissing you. Your hips pushed into his hand, grinding against his finger. "Mmh, greedy."

You playfully pushed him off you. "Off, Changmin."

He laughed, but obliged, pulling away and helping you sit up. He took his cum-soaked finger and stuck it in his mouth to clean it. "Okay, but for real, do you want dinner?"

You grimaced as you moved yourself onto your knees to shuffle over to him and inspect the nasty little bite you left on him. "Dinner sounds good. Whatever you want." You frowned and gave the blooming bruise an experimental poke.

Changmin hissed low under his breath while he perused the delivery app on his phone. His hair stuck up in weird places and he ran a hand through it. "Whatever I want?"

"I did a number on you," you muttered. "Lemme clean it up so it doesn't get infected."

"It's all good, sweetheart; I got it. Just sit and rest." He shoved his phone into your lap and disappeared into the bathroom before you could object. You found a comfortable position against his headboard and decided on a place you knew the both of you would like.

From the bathroom, you could hear his whistle. "I'm almost sorry I have to cover this one up," he marveled, inspecting the bite mark. "If you hadn't drawn blood, I could leave it out for people to see."

Your heart leapt. "So people know you're sleeping with a vampire?" You joked half-heartedly.

"Well, sure," he mused. But he turned his head to send you a wink. "But also so people know I'm taken."

a/n: the ending is for ME, OKAY? :')))

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alatushours · 4 months

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☆ 3:27 AM, featuring xiao — even during the tough times, he’ll always be by your side.

contents. fem! sick + insomniac reader, hurt / comfort + lots of fluff <3 xiao calls you “angel,” reader is rather clingy, self indulgent, xiao takes a bubble bath with you bc he loves you sm ♡ tw. illness, nightmares, crying, and non sexual nudity. word count. 1.6k.

notes. hey um… i apologize if this was not what you expected during the holiday season but i am have been sick + incredibly stressed this month (∩ ˃̣̣̥᷄ ᴖ ˂̣̣̥᷅∩) so i kinda needed this… on the bright side, i am so thankful for all of the positive feedback on my previous post! it makes me very happy to see you all enjoying my work ♡

thin beams of moonlight filtered through the curtains, illuminating your shivering form on the bed. it was several hours past midnight, yet you still lay wide awake, hair splayed across your pillow like a halo.

it’s cold, you thought, pulling the blankets tighter. why is it so cold?

it felt freezing outside, yet your body felt like it was baking in an oven. that, and the dark visions swirling in your already throbbing head was enough to make you sob in misery.

you lifted your head slowly to check the clock on your nightstand. 3:27 am.

you buried your head deeper into your pillow, as if that could take the pain away. oh, how you wished your lover was here. he always made you feel better, loved and cherished.

as if on cue, the door clicked open and a lone figure stepped inside the room.

“hey, angel,” xiao whispered. “i heard you call my name… are you doing alright?”

you stayed silent. it would only trouble him if you told him about your condition. you didn’t want your boyfriend to worry about someone like you, not when he was already battling so much himself.

unluckily, xiao seemed to be able to read your mind; or at least, he was awfully good at knowing when you were hiding something from him.

“hey, don’t ignore me like that.” xiao made his way over to the bed, turning on the lamp on the nightstand before sitting next to you. “i know you’re awake, and something’s wrong. just tell me, what happened?”

hearing his voice, so worried and gentle, was enough to make your determination break. you threw yourself into him with a sob, feeling his warmth envelop you as his arms immediately snaked around your waist. you started crying, confessing your bottled-up emotions to him.

“i-i… my head hurts s-so bad a-and i can’t sleep and everything is j-just so hard right now and i can’t do th-”

you were cut off with a soft kiss. it was short, just one peck on the lips, but it was enough to make you calm down just a little. your sobs slowly turned to sniffles as xiao gently stroked his fingers through your hair, whispering kind words in your ear.

“shh, angel, it’s okay… i know things are difficult right now, but i’ll always be here… i’ll always be by your side, alright? as long as you need me, my love.”

you nodded into his chest, burying yourself deeper into his warmth. “i… thank you…”

“there’s no need to thank me. this is what lovers do, right? they look out for each other. you’ve cared for me so many times before, when i was injured or struggling with my karmic debt. it’s about time for me to take care of you.” he took one of your hands in both of his own, circling his thumbs over the back of your palm.

“now, is there anything i can do to make you feel better? a glass of water? some food? do you want me to draw a bath for you?”

“… a bath would be… nice…” you murmured.

xiao pressed a kiss to your forehead. “i’ll get it ready for you, my love.”

he started to stand up, but something triggered in the back of your mind, for you didn’t let go of him. “no… don’t leave me alone… i don’t wanna be by myself…”

xiao sighed, but didn’t complain. instead, he picked you up, bridal style, and carried you over to your shared bathroom. he kissed your forehead again before setting you down on the toilet lid to fill the tub with nice warm water for your bath. bubble baths always seemed to make you feel better, xiao had noticed before, so he made sure to add extra soap to the water.

before long you were seated in the bathtub, which was filled nearly to the brim with bubbles. seeing you giggle at the sight brought a smile to xiao’s face, but he couldn’t help but still be worried. how did you deal with this when he wasn’t here?

he’d discovered your insomnia a few months ago, and you’d assured him that you were used to dealing with it; but were you really okay by yourself? he’d seen the dark circles under your eyes. and the way you had broken down tonight…

“xiao?” the sound of your voice brought him back to reality. “is something wrong?”

he shook his head. “i was just thinking, darling. don’t worry about me.” he sighed, letting go of his doubts. “is your bath okay? do you want me to be with you?”

you looked down at your hands, fidgeting under the water. “i’d like that, but… i haven’t been feeling well, and i don’t want to get you sick too…”

xiao chuckled. “i’m a yaksha, love. i don’t get sick that easily.” he stood up from where he was, removing the mask from his belt. “just relax, alright? i’m here.”

he undressed and joined you in the bath, foam swirling around his body. "come here, i’ll wash your hair for you," he gestured. you obeyed, making yourself comfortable by his side as he moved to grab the shampoo.

“it’s been a while since we’ve been together like this…” he sighed, feeling himself relax as he lathered the shampoo into your hair. “i missed doing this with you.”

“me too…” you smiled softly, remembering how you used to wash his hair for him after he had a nightmare. funny how now it was you who was getting your hair washed instead.

the feeling of his fingers massaging your scalp was soothing, as was the feeling of bubbles on your bare skin.

xiao’s hands removed themselves from your hair, moving down to your back. a sigh left your lips as he massaged your shoulders. “is this nice?” he asked.

“mhm,” you closed your eyes, leaning back against his chest. you both stayed like that for a while, held in each other’s embrace. you couldn’t stay there forever, though, as the water was starting to get cold.

xiao got out of the tub first, quickly drying himself off before holding out a hand to help you step out. a big fluffy towel was draped around your shoulders, followed by a soft kiss to your temple.

“did that make you feel better?” xiao asked quietly.

you smiled. "yeah, i'm doing a lot better now…" you turned around, standing up on your tippy toes to kiss him. "...because of you. thank you, xiao."

"of course," he replied immediately. "it's what i'm here for."

he helped you get dressed in your pajamas, draining the bathtub and hanging up the towels before walking you back to the bed. "i know you said you were feeling better, but i don't want you to get worse tomorrow. i'm gonna get you some medicine, okay?"

you hesitated. "y-yeah, that's fine…"

xiao raised an eyebrow. "are you sure? the lamp will be on and i'll only be gone for a minute or two, but if you don't feel comfortable by yourself, i can take you with me."

"um…" you looked around the bed, spotting your favorite rabbit plushie that xiao had bought for you as a gift when you first started dating. you grabbed it and hugged it close to your chest before nodding. "yes! i'm fine on my own, don't worry about me!"

xiao chuckled, "that's my brave angel." he kissed your hand before standing up. "call for me if you need anything, alright? i'll be right back."

he left the room, leaving you alone with your stuffed animal and the feeling of your lover’s kisses to keep you company.

all was silent for a few moments. you were trying very hard to think happy thoughts; how grateful you were to always have such a loyal and caring boyfriend by your side. however, the darkness that lingered in the back of your mind were starting to push their way forward again. you squeezed your rabbit tighter as you tried to shake the thoughts from your mind.

i need to be strong, you thought. for xiao. he’s been so brave for me, so i need to be brave for him, too.

before long, xiao returned with your medicine and a glass of water atop a wooden tray. “i’m back,” he said, putting the tray down on the bedside table. “were you alright on your own?”

you smiled at him. “yeah! it was a little scary, but i wanted to be brave for you.”

“for me?” he sat down, measuring out your medicine for you. “you could’ve just told me you were scared, and i would have taken you down with me. come on, take your medicine.”

you did as he said. xiao sat behind you, brushing your hair for you as you downed the bitter medication.

soon after, you and xiao got ready for bed and climbed under the covers together. xiao pulled the blankets around your shoulders. “are you comfortable, love?”

“mhm…” you mumbled sleepily. “can we cuddle?” he chuckled and pulled you closer to him. you laid your head against his chest, tracing the tattoo on his right arm down to his hand, which was intertwined with his other.

“sleep. i’ll be here when you wake up.” xiao whispered.

“do you promise?”

“i promise.”

“seal it with a kiss,” you joked. he did just that, pressing a kiss to your lips.

“there. now go to sleep.”

"okay!" you giggled and snuggled close to him. slowly, the doubts from earlier in the night started to fade. although the fear wasn’t fully gone, having your boyfriend by your side definitely made it a lot less scary.

"good night, xiao. i love you."

"i love you more."

ending notes. edit, i wrote the first authors note about a week ago so i am not sick anymore lol but i still wanted to post this for those who are needing a bit of comfort this holiday season <3 also just bc xiao and forehead kisses >>> i hc to be taller than he is canon lol but anyways, there will be some special holiday posts between today and christmas day, so look out for those :)

#໒꒰՞ ܸ. .ܸ՞꒱ა mari writes !#xiao x reader #xiao fluff #xiao comfort #genshin impact xiao

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little-miss-dilf-lover · 3 months

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I am once again asking for more dad!Tan. It’s just so sweet to me. Maybe like the little kid sneaks into tan’s car right before a mission

if you’re the same anon never stop, I love dad tan too much 🫠 hope you like it💌

DAD TAN HCS.

(in my mind there are 2 and they're between the ages of 2-6)

as always some might be a little self indulgent, but I feel they make sense for his character. or the way I write him, at least

OKAY SO..

— he does that thing where he carries his kiddos under his arms. just holding them under each arm horizontally. they giggle and squeal bc it feels like they're flying. and he carries them around so effortlessly

— when he takes them out he says "alright, now what do we say to mummy?" and it's to hint the kids to say bye and how they love you

— he does this thing where he bops them on the head (lightly and playfully!!!!!) when he walks past them when they're playing or watching tv or drawing

— when they greet him when he returns home, they hold either one of his legs and look up at him, all cute toothy grins and you hug and kiss him. so it's kinda like a group hug, but not, but kinda, but not. they're hugging his legs and he's hugging you and it's all just really sweet and homely and cute

— he doesn't like the idea of them respecting him more just bc he's dad, so he has rules in the house to make sure that doesn't happen. so like how they might not listen to you but will to him, that sorta thing

— I feel like he's the 'this generational trauma ends with me' type, so he tries to be like the dad he never had. he wants his house to be a home and a place of comfort and refuge

— I do feel like he's a family man, so you'd both be a team for raising your kids. everything done equally and fairly

— maybe im projecting a bit for all of these lmao, but he doesn't smoke or drink around the kids. for smoking, he makes sure there's more than enough distance and drinking is only done when they're in bed or when they're at a family member's house (but time to time he has a glass of wine or whiskey or beer with dinner) also any disagreements between you are done civilly and any actual arguments are saved until you're alone (well maybe that steering too far away from his character??? I just like to think that he had counselling for his anger before the kids were born bc he didn't want to mess them up) also that being said, he tries not to raise his voices around them

— I feel like he's way too overprotective, and you often have to tell him to reign it in. he just gets too scared of something happening to his family. and he's just overcautious about the silliest things

— he frequently asks if he's a good dad and follows it with "I don't wanna be like my old man" and then you reassure him by saying how he's questioning proves that he cares and is a good dad (he's also a great dad regardless)

— maybe he's joined a dad group page on facebook ????? he just wants to make sure he's doing a good job. they exchange tips and tricks and there's been talks about all meeting up ???? just the idea is real cute to me

— when he tells the kids he's going away for work, the kids run to collect their suitcases. and they throw toys and teddies in there bc they want to go with him

— sometimes if the trip is too far away/ for too long, he'll book you and the kids a hotel room in the same city so that he can see you whenever. you get to have a mini holiday and you all get to be near each other

— the kids love uncle lem, that's a given !!

if I carry on I may never stop lol. I JUST LOVE DAD TAN

#ask #anon #tangerine #dad tangerine #tangerine headcanon #tangerine x reader #tangerine fluff #tangerine bullet train

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riewritten · 1 year

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do you ever think of a very street smart Erwin and the reader who is clueless about stuffs (me fr). like im very new with the whole having a more independent life comparing to how i used to and the more i experience the more i realized life is so much more than hoping life will go smoothly bc it doesnt. so i wonder in what circumstances would reader with this certain personality would encounter Erwin and how do they become part of eachother's lives? im speaking out of my insecurity but like. i've alws imagined Erwin as a calculating, observant person who wouldn't let anyone step on him, who knows when someone is intending to use him or fool him into dumb stuffs. This particular reader is quite the contrast. That's why when I imagine self indulgent stuffs I would go like this will NOT be okay how can a person like me get close to a person like him???

so i wanna know your thoughts abt this situation!! no pressure tho!!! like for example in particular how will these two contrasting ppl meet and why do they maintain the relationship? for what purpose? what if the reader shares same goals and ambitions with him? i fr have so many questions but they wouldn't make sense once they go outta my mouth 😔

hehe i just wanna tell u something i have in mind you really don't have to do anything with it!! thank you!!!

oh chau, this was such a sweet prompt. i can still remember how bad i was giggling inside the hospital room 🤭 i hope i gave this one justice!

WEEKEND LESSONS

ERWIN X GEN NEUTRAL!READER, ERWIN X YOU, NO Y/N

TAGS: modern college AU, fluff, slice of life :)

WORDS: 2.1k

Erwin could have too much to say, too many plans to execute, and more heaps of too's that renders him as overwhelming; but he, for once in his life, tried to tone it down and act in normalcy. Just like a little shark swimming alongside a school of fish, pretending ever so silently to avoid alarming its company.

Oh, bet you thought you were the only one who felt the jitters, didn't you?

He did at some point, too — at some point he might never admit.

And when he's a few steps away from becoming a professor, he ponders about quitting. What was once a dream inspired by his father is now deemed a big fish imparting the same alienation to smaller fishes. He's getting quite sick of it. Pretending without a solid goal was never his forte.

Perhaps it was your naivety that warranted a reconsideration.

It started when you went to the teacher's table and approached him instead of the professor in charge, "I think I'd opt to ask a fellow student instead of that old man," you sheepishly answered when he asked, "he's so scary — why do professors love to be scary? And you honestly seem to be way smarter than he is."

"Am I, now?" he feigned surprise with amusement still palpable, "And if he hears this first thing in the morning, what then?"

"Tell him what? That you're smarter than him?"

You were curious, quite amazed even, that he might have the gall to confront the professor about his substandard intellect.

"What do you need help with?"

You flashed him a book and flipped the pages on the particular article. "Whenever our prof asks you to pitch something, you always have additional things to say in this topic. And for some reason, the more you overtake the discussion, the more I become interested too!" You weren't able to help yourself, and that's what Erwin could see very well — eyes almost sparkling, giddy composure, and a very drawn demeanor.

Erwin was never oblivious to his ability of drawing people's interest if he wants to, but to see someone this enthusiastic about it?

How intriguing.

Is intriguing the right word for it?

No. Oh, no.

He thought you were cute. Spare him the cliché nuances but it's been a while since he thought of someone as cute.

"And look," you scooted nearer and pointed at a page. "The author who wrote this is a Smith. Don't tell me you actually ghost wrote this? Is that why you tackled the topic so well?"

Erwin was not smiling when you went to him but now he lost the will to hide it.

"You're really that great? Oh my, to ghost write one of my major—"

"My father. He's the one who wrote that article."

Your eyes widened and mouth formed a perfect O. Then there came a slow nod. Followed suit with another gasp. It ended with a smile — happy, much more enthusiastic smile. "Then I just came to the right person! Do tell me more!"

The dynamic then started. A very curious undergraduate, fresh in the field, and a book smart from masters, freshly burnt out, ain't an unusual dynamic to create, after all.

The supposed module written by his dad about visual communication theory was eventually followed with more diverse issues. At first, Erwin playfully asked for a collateral in exchange for his knowledge. Before you meet at the library, he'd have you treat him a parfait. If he went an all nighter with his thesis, his request upon your daily meeting would be an iced Americano. In time, the small sweets became favors. In exchange for info dumping about the French revolution and the World War (you have no idea how perplexed Erwin was at reawakening this childhood habit — everyone thought it was annoying!) you must allot a whole weekend to see him. You, so dumbly drawn over what the slimy curves of his brain could offer in humanity, never deemed it as dates. If anything, it was weekend classes on your end.

At this point, cute is becoming an understatement for him.

He played along nonetheless. He has an ulterior motive, after all — a space in his brain to accommodate more knowledge, a space intended for you. Who are you? What's inside your head aside from curiosity and willingness to cater his blabbers? What do you want to do aside from listening to him? Why do you — despite the vigor to know about the world — opt to stay as a measly listener? Why, despite your concern in human's darkly inherent nature of using others for its own gain, don't mind too much when he teases you into doing dumb favors for his benefit?

That's what binds him to you the way you bind yourself to him. Erwin feels as though he's speaking into a smiling void, and if there's an unknown void — a gorgeous intriguing one at that — who else would be the most eager to explore it if not him?

When both of you went to the newly built Japanese convenience store and saw a pack of onigiri that piqued your cravings, Erwin finally noticed a quirk.

And Erwin — for the most time he's been playing around your obliviousness — finally thought of taking things seriously upon noticing it.

You didn't ask him for help even if the onigiri wrap had broken and you were forced to shove all the rice into your mouth. Just like how you didn't ask for his assistance when he noticed your difficulty adjusting to university life every semester. You don't ask something that requires his action, attention, and guidance. You seek nothing of him but his blabbers, his info dump, and every measly thought coming out of his mouth. Nothing more, nothing less.

He bought you another onigiri, taught you how to properly unwrap it as both of you walked, and shoved the rest in your mouth thereafter. You groaned but he just said, "You're not just a listening outlet. Ask people for help if you need it."

You took your time chewing (angrily so) before responding, "No. I'll be way more out of your league if I let that happen."

Erwin halted his steps, "Come again?"

"I'm no match for you. If you realize how naive and easily fooled and clumsy I really am, then things will start to get annoying on your end. Let me impose myself as someone knowledgeable, independent, and all the things that you are, okay."

Oh no.

Erwin let his face flat in utter hope that you wouldn't notice the corner of his lips shaking. He wants to chuckle, to tease you, to coo as he finally cups your cheek and kisses your forehead because of how plainly and dumbly adorable that statement was. He already knows how naive, easily fooled, and clumsy you really are. He's the one who would before anyone else.

Above anything, though, Erwin was pleased, very pleased because he unleashed a facet of you. Finally, finally revealing something about you aside from a perfect company for his eccentricity. The fact that this facet of you is also frustrated at the possibility of losing him gave him a tremendous gush of warmth — gushing, gushing, and gushing towards the unstoppable urge of offering a proposition.

"The only time naivety can be bad is when people start taking advantage of it, and even then it would not be your fault."

"It will be my fault!" you disagreed, "and it will be a hassle for you who's so used to being so independent! Don't you think I've been childish and irritating all along?"

"How so?"

You gave him a puzzled look, there's no way he seriously didn't think of that.

"How so?" He took a step nearer.

"Someone as brightly independent as you are would not deem people like me so pleasantly," you cut yourself off from that. For all the times you had listened to Erwin, you just know how he would debunk what you just said. "T-that's what I initially thought, hence the question."

"You didn't answer my question." The proximity tightened. Erwin was not smiling, not a hint of amusement plastered on his face too. Only an inquiry, or perhaps a resolve to shatter how low you deem yourself. "Am I childish for not hesitating with my blabbers? Do I come off as irritating when I ask you out during a weekend like this?"

"No, you would never!"

"How do you see those, then?"

"I am fond of it, that's why I stick with you until now. I am—" Heat crept up your face. You realized where he's headed, and with his resolute yet patient face you just know he won't let you have your way out of this. "I am… fond of your eccentricities. Even if people find it annoying."

"Uh-huh," the sharp blonde also sensed your awareness, hence his tone came more urging. "How do you think I see you then?"

Your cheeks puffed and eyes averted from his, perhaps your futile attempt of resisting something he had already established very well.

Erwin repeated as he called your name, "How do you think I see you?"

"Tolerable," you uttered weakly.

He let out a strained chuckle, "Really? You really would opt for that word?"

"It's getting cold, Erwin. Let's just—"

"Am I just someone tolerable for you, hm?"

His tone was, in fact, a well-defining factor that he very much knew the answer.

He knows you like him, just like the bright sharp man that he is.

"Look at me."

You did, though with a slight glare.

A stern command followed, "Answer my question."

"You know the answer."

"Answer my question."

"I like you! You're not just someone tolerable. I like you. But!" You still tried to argue, "I'm not the same as you are, not as redeeming as you are, not on par with your league, and even though I sound like someone with inferiority complex, I see this as a serious glaring factor. I'm just—" you frustratingly sighed, "—not someone really dependable and compatible with you, Erwin. Not with the likes of you."

"The empathy, the headspace to handle my company when most deem it as overwhelming, the willingness to stay despite the pile of eccentricities, all with genuine interest — you say that as if I never find these as the most endearing."

Your cheeks tightened further. The hot feeling compensated for the outside cold. You looked at him with surprise, only to be met with resolute eyes.

"You had an inkling about my affection but chose to ignore it because of how you see our relationship," upon observing your further surprise, he added. "And now you're finally realizing how wrong that is."

"I'm sorry."

He stayed silent.

You took a step forward and tugged the end of his sleeve, "I'm sorry, Erwin."

But he's not angry. He's still more pleased than angry. He won't let you out of this without gaining a worthwhile result, after all.

"Despite listening to me most of the time, you still seem to assume a lot of things."

"I know."

He raised his brows, face softened but still taunting, "And what does that mean?"

"You win this one now, okay. I'm sorry. Don't get angry now."

"Oh, I know. I sure won this one."

The supposed glare was quickly replaced by surprise when he cupped your cheeks and kissed the tip of your nose.

"Right?" he whispered.

Here he goes, as bright as he usually is. The collateral exchange for his knowledge, the sweet treats turned into sweet favors on the weekends. You really did treat your time with him as classes, but he was a subject you very much loved to tackle. And if you're apparently someone who could lovingly coexist with him despite your unredeeming qualities, then you'd gladly give him the honor.

You defeatedly sighed, "You always do, Erwin. You always do."

He hummed and held the tip of your chin with his fingers. Before going for the lips, he whispered, "Can I get my reward now?"

Oh, you felt your heart swell. As his broad rough hands play around your waist, you tipped his head to your level and ever so slowly, indulged on his win. He took it with sweet vigor — pulled you towards him as if he couldn't have you any nearer — and cupped your cheek much harsher than earlier. He didn't stop until you were seeking air. When he let go, he gave your swollen lower lip a small peck.

"Have you accepted my apology, though?"

Erwin chuckled lowly and buried his head at the crook of your neck. His large build sought support — leaning on you with arms engulfing your waist. He kissed a spot on your neck and replied, "I earned my win fairly. Earn my forgiveness with the same competence."

"What should I do for the smartest man in humanity to forgive me?"

"Let the smart ass love you for all he could."

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that-one-gay-writer1227 · 1 year

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30-Day Writing Challenge: Day five, Protecting and Comforting You After a Bad Day

A/N; Hey everyone, I just wanted to let y'all know that today's submission is very self-indulgent. I've had a harsh few days and so I made this fic into a bit of a pick-me-up for myself. Also, I apologize for the late post, I guess I should work on my time management a little bit more lol, but to make up for it I wrote this one to be extra long. Remember, take time for yourself, stay happy, drink water, and I love you, you lovelies <3

Warning: cussing, a smidge of angst, your co-worker is a jerk who should be arrested (physical fight), people are jerks, mentions negative self-image/thoughts.

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Today you were late again. It wasn't your fault, you got preoccupied with some hilichurls on your way. Though you might not be the strongest or flashiest fighter, you still knew enough that it kept you safe on days like this.

Once you finally arrived at work, your co-worker was livid. Yelling at you for the first half hour of your shift, as if he didn't have his own work to be doing. It was one thing for there to be a snide comment every now and then, you'd learn to expect it. But a whole 30 minutes of hearing about the ways "you failed the company" is where you draw the line.

You had walked into the building, and went to grab your uniform to start commission work when suddenly you find that co-worker-kilo was standing at your desk, a sour look very present on his face. You took a breath and walked over not knowing what you'd gotten into.

"Where. the hell. have you BEEN y/n?! Do you really think we have time to wait almost 40 minutes for you to show up late? Seriously. I'm disappointed. Makes me wonder why the company keeps you around sometimes." His face was red and his breath heavy. He pinched the bridge of his nose and scoffed disgustedly. "I hope you know you're only around cuz' you got lucky. You didn't earn this nor are you worth the title so don't act like Lei won't replace you."

Wow. You hadn't even sat at your desk and this asshole decided to start talking down to you. Normally this kind of talk didn't bother you as much as today, but something about how he worded it really hit you where it hurts. You felt a lump in your throat and opened your mouth to talk but no words came out.

"Exactly. Good job. Now you're starting to see. But hey since you wanna be late all the time, why don't you make up for it by picking up some of the loose work around here." Kilo said walking to his desk not too far from yours, picking up a few client files and dropping them onto your already mountain high pile. "These are due by the evening by the way."

As he walked away to start his own work, you took a seat and began sorting through the papers that you had taken home the night before to work on.

It took a little less than an hour, but you were finally finished with the stationary paper-pushing part of your job. You picked up all of the files that weighed a ton, and put them in your side bag, then headed out the door.

Your first client was a younger woman who lived just outside of town. You made your way down the path to her family abode. You looked at the exterior, feeling a slight tinge of jealousy. It was much larger than your apartment and from what you knew is that your client was around your age. It made you wonder what you were doing with your life, feeling a little down about what was said earlier.

You shook the thoughts from your mind, remembering you had a job to finish. You walked up to the front door fully and knocked on the door. An older man who looked to be in his late 50s opened the door and stared at you absently.

"Hi sir, I'm y/n from Lei's tailors. I am here to see ms.-" But he cut you off by holding a hand up to you. He sighed and stepped to the side, allowing you to walk in. He guided you through the entrance, to a room on the left.

"Wait here a moment" Is all he said to you before he left. You took this opportunity to look around. The furniture was white with this white lace embroidery pattern, and most of the decor consisted of glass or porcelain. The walls had this wallpaper of white with gold trim and designs. To be honest, it made you a little nervous standing in there since everything was so clean. There was a small, older-looking desk that you walked over to. The wood was smooth and looked worn, but not in any way that would be considered tacky. More or less like an antique desk would.

"Mx. Y/n, This is lady Jing. Lady Jing, This is the artist commissioned for your dress." The man who led you to this room earlier broke you from your thoughts. You turned around and looked at Ms. Jing.

Ms. Jing looked to be slightly older than you. Not by much, maybe a year or two. She had long cascading black hair and bright green eyes. She had a slim frame, and was much taller than you are.

You felt your face heat up when you realize that you were staring a little too long. You began apologizing quite but profusely, but Ms. Jing only chuckled. "It's quite alright. Shall we sit down and discuss designs?"

You nodded in response, and let her lead the way. You both walked into another room next to the one with the white and gold theme, and out another door to a patio. The patio was still white and gold, but the columns and beams were covered in well-kept green vines.

The two of you sat at a round glass table. You pulled out your sketchbook and flipped to a plain page.

"Ms. Jing, were there any specifics you'd like to request for your design?" You asked, breaking the silence. Ms. Jing nodded curtly.

"Yes. You see, This is for a presentation event my father has planned in a few weeks.. He sells weaponry at a few shops you might've seen in liyue harbor. He recently made a new line of bows he'd like to present. My fiance is coming with us on a date and he's decided on wearing purple formal wear. I need something tight fitting and a medium purple like this so our clothing matches." She reached into her pocket and pulled out a small purple cloth. The purple wasn't very vibrant, but a medium shade of imperial jasper.

You gingerly took the fabric and began sketching. It took you about 30 minutes, but after you both were talking about shapes and styles, you'd draw a tight-fitted, purple cheongsam dress that had light purple flowers towards the hems. The dress had a neat slit on the left side that went from the hem to around 3/4th of the way up. You turned to draw around and Ms. Jing's whole face lit up. "Oh my archons! This is beautiful. You really are quite talented!"

You smiled feeling very proud of your work. You said a quiet thank you as you gathered your materials into your bag. You pulled out her file and settled payment methods rather quickly.

This led to you exchanging goodbyes and on your way to the next client. His house wasn't too far from Ms. Jing's so you'd begin walking.

This client wasn't nearly as kind though. He was incredibly rude the entire time. Telling you about how "shitty your work was" or how he hated every design you had made. Eventually, after an hour of his insisting on rambling, you made something he was content with and practically shoved you out the door after payment was settled. This is similar to how all the rest of your clients were. rude and insensitive to your work.

It was later that evening when you finally made it back to the shop. You had made it through over 12 clients, each taking anywhere between 20-40 minutes except for one, which isn't too terrible.

By the time you made it back, the sun was setting and you still had to submit the designs and files after logging the information in the archives. Well, the only problem with this was the fact that kilo was the only one in the office since everyone else's shift ended.

You were sure that he stayed behind to belittle you more, simply because that's what this deadbeat did normally. You set your bag down next to your station and opened your bag, pulling out the files, you walked over to the archive room ignoring kilo standing to follow you.

The room was dimly lit by a single lantern, coasting across all the bookshelves and file cases. You walked to the appropriate stand and began working.

Kilo was walking behind you. Just as you went to turn, he slammed you into the table locking either side of your body with his arms. "Nuh uh, your ass isn't going anywhere honey." He leaned in staring at you with absolute disgust. "I was thinking about earlier, and I wanted to apologize. I should've been a little more clear with what I meant."

You leaned away and try to push him off of you. "Get the hell off me kilo. "

"No, you're gonna stop!" He slammed a hand over your arm, pinning it to your side and growling at you. "Listen here you little bitch, you act so entitled and I think you need to be taught a lesson-"

You interrupted him but kicking him in the shins and running out the door, forsaking your paperwork. At this point you only had one thought in mind: run.

Racing past the desks, and through the doors, you moved as fast as your exhausted legs would take you. Making it down the pathway, you felt beyond exasperated.

Now, during the most inconvenient moment of all time, you remember that you haven't taken care of yourself at all today. You hadn't eaten and you only drank a cup of (f/d) to start your day. Maybe that had a part in why you now felt so tired after only running a few minutes.

You couldn't keep moving, your legs were burning and you were sure that you'd made enough distance. You found an alleyway on the other side of town. Slipping in you slid down the wall and sat there catching your breath.

You felt hot tears falling down your face. You honestly just wanted your boyfriend at this point. Xiao always seemed to brighten even the darkest of days. Remembering him and his comfort, you remember what he always said 'whenever you need me, call my name.' You knew you shouldn't bother him, especially for something as small as this, But you couldn't stop his name from falling from your lips as your cries grew harder and more sorrowful.

Within a flash, he appeared in front of you. Xiao looked ready to fight to the death of whatever foe stood in his way of protecting you. It took him a moment to realize that you were not in physical danger right then and there, but he also took notice of your crying and shaking figure.

His eyes widened for a moment before he crouched in front of you. Now bear with him please, he's never been exposed to any comfort like what you need, so he kind of has to guess at this moment. He took both hands to cup your cheeks and look into your eyes.

"What happened?" Was all he uttered, his tone beyond gentle and caressing. He gently glided his thumb under your cheeks to catch your still-flowing tears. You went to speak but all that came out was strangled words and sobs, leading to you giving up on talking and just hugging him.

His body stiffened for a moment before he wrapped his arms around you, letting you cry out everything you needed to.

Without realizing it, he teleported both you and himself back to wangshu inn.

It took you some time, but you were finally able to calm down enough to talk. You told him about everything that had happened today, explaining how you felt and even the fact that you forgot to eat that entire day. Xiao was a good listener. He soaked in every word attentively. (Plus he was internally planning on teaching kilo a few manners) by the end of it, he even gave you a rare smile.

"You are stronger than you accredit yourself for. You shouldn't listen to the darkness around you. It will crawl into your soul and consume you. You need rest. I'll get you food when you awake." His comfort, although it isn't helpful in terms of advice, was still warm enough to hit your heart and make you feel happier than you did earlier.

You went to hug him again, and this one he returned almost immediately. Placing a hand around your waist and a hand in your hair.

"Thank you Xiao, I would be lost without you."

#xiao angst #xiao x reader fluff #xiao x reader #xiao x you #xiao x y/n #requests r open btw #requests open #xiao fluff #xiao #genshin fluff #genshin boys #genshin impact #reader is not traveller

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cor-lapis-candy · 1 year

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Sometimes I read people's works and feel that their reader is meant to be small or well short and my giant ass is 6ft and likes 7inch platform heels and I'm just like hmmmm.

I can stand beside like childe and be near his height or looming over him at any given moment, I'm built like a treatment for mommy issues and damn it I wanna think about using my height to my advantage...

So this idea is wholly self indulgent for me.

Think Itto, tall, oni blooded, big boy Itto, usually looks over everything and everyone meets you, another traveller in the teapot when he comes to visit, the little section you dwell in is sturdy and the floors smooth with polished rock, in that domain you look over all even him. Sure he would normally look down on people but the sight of you perched on a lounge, legs kicked up and heels clicking slightly as you sway your feet makes him feel small.

However the way you glide onto your feet, the platforms of your shoes bringing you to just above his eye level makes something in him want to whine, something in his blood tells him that the sight of you towering over him is correct.

The way your body moves as you walk towards him draws every ounce of his focus down to the way your heels click against the floor before he has to look up to ask about the location of his own room, he was after all the one and oni so he should have a room as grand as your... Parlour?

When you brush past him and drag his focus with you out the door what was he meant to do but follow along, the floor under him turning from polished stone that made your steps click transitions into familiar hard wood boards, the sharp sound of your steps becoming almost hollow on the new surface. The room around him looks every bit like his room back at granny onis only a little more grown, a rack for his sword and a small bed for ushi being two of the major additions, he would have to thank the traveller when they next set out for doing all of this for him.

Sure he had heard how you half walked away, hell he had turned around and watched as you disappeared back down the hall he had no clue how to get too. Who would have known that that small interaction would haunt him into the night and long after he had laid down to sleep.

Behind his eyes ran an endless stream of images of you, a stranger to him, but someone who had struck something primal, something from the Oni in him in a way that wasn't going away.

The whole "night" he spent in the teapot room was spent hard, head full of the sight of you pressing the platform of your heels into his shoulder as he kneels beneath you, horns nothing more than a place for you to wrap a hand around as you drag him upwards pressing his face against your still clothed sex, laughing at him as you look over him, or perhaps he was driving off with the idea of you hoisting him up holding his hips as he wrapped his legs around your waist as you kissed him breathless.

He didn't know you and yet here he was jolting awake with his cock hard and leaking against his stomach, the trail of whispy white hair that led to his cock slick with the pre he had been dripping with in his sleep. How could he look at you the next day, sure he barely looked at you today but archons above how would he ever lift his eyes and look you straight on if each time he did nothing but the thought if you looming over him filled his head? He would never not be shuffling from foot to foot to hide his growing bulge, maybe you'd look down and see it, laugh at him and cook a little?

No no no, he needed to think of anything but that, anything but being under someone who was just slightly taller than him for once, but celestia forgive him for how he shucks his sheets off and wraps a hand around his cock, panting and growling into the empty air as the mighty Arataki Itto succumbs to the more base parts of himself.

#genshin impact smut #genshin smut #arattaki itto smut #itto smut #genshin impact x reader #corposting

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ace-in-the-author · 6 months

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Oceanic Appreciation

Super self indulgent and projecting onto mc and Levi here but I hope you like it!

Warnings: mc+Levi have a stutter, mc repeats the same word two times in a row sometimes, nd coded mc+Levi, they/them mc, Levi misspells from speedtyping, Levi calls mc Henry once

As MC lays on the floor of their room, thinking about everything and nothing in a chaotic jumble of thoughts, they have an urge to ramble about something to their favourite demon; Leviathan.

‘ener me was stupi- Oh my GOD I HAVE TO TELL LEVI ABOUT MY FAVOURITE JELLY!!!’ MCs thoughts are focused on one thing, and that thing is telling Levi everything about their favourite type of jellyfish.

And so, MC sits up fast and sends their best friend a text.

Silly Nerd !!!! (Levi)

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Hey Levi!! Could I come to

your room later? I wanna

hangout 10:57 A.M

??!!

You really wanna

hangout with me??

Uhh ok what time!!

Around 1:20 maybe?? Is

that okay?

Yeaj perfevt!!

**yeah perfect

lmao

Anyway thanks Levi!! C u soon! Read at 11:00 A.M

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As MC and Levi end their quick chat, MC stands up. They switch to their preferred music app (Levi hacked it onto their D.D.D for them), connect their headphones to it, and put on their favourite playlist. MC walks over to their desk. They pull open one of the drawers, and take their sketchbook out.

Picking up their pencil and opening the book, MC starts to draw some jellyfish, and many variations of it; be it human versions, anatomically correct, or cartoony ones.

MC does this for two hours, sometimes spacing out or getting lost in scenarios with the music. And when they look over at their D.D.D, it’s 1:00 P.M, and MC feels like moving around.

MC stands up, putting the book away, and leaves their room to walk around the HoL for a bit, and s stops by the kitchen to get water, as their throat feels uncomfortably dry. After finishing their cup of water, they walk out of the kitchen and pull out their phone to check the time, hurrying quietly over to Levi’s door to be there two minutes before 1:20 P.M.

And MC waits, fidgeting with their fingers patiently and excitedly.

‘20… 30…. 50… 1:20!! Okay now you can knock MC!!’

They knock, the exact way they always do: one, one, two, one. And Levi opens the door immediately after.

“O-oh hey Henry! I didn’t think you’d actually show up, LOL! Anyway… what game did you want to play?” Levi exclaims.

“Actually Levi, I wanted to talk to you about something…” MC realizes how upsetting that sounds, “OH! OH NO, it’s not- it’s not a bad thing don’t worry!!” They sputter out, trying to reassure Levi that they weren’t mad. “I just wanted to tell you about my favourite jellyfish! Is- is that okay??” They say nervously.

“… Your favourite jellyfish!? LOL MC I know everything about them! I made them!!” He brags. The slight blush he has gives away that he’s flattered MC likes creatures of his element, though. He continues, “But sure, tell me all that humans know about your favourite one. Hearing it from my player two would be epic!!”

And tell him everything, MC did.

“My favourite has a few names, but is mainly known as a ‘Moon Jellyfish’, it’s very cute and is both the easy- the easiest to take care of AND its stings can’t be felt by humans, making it the most har- harmless jellyfish to humans. They usually travel alone, but on occasion move in groups called ‘a Smack’. Also!! Also, thanks to both Global Warming on Earth and water poll- pollution, the water temperatures are hotter, making it easier for them to live freely. Unfortunately, these little guys are targets of both sea,,, air, and land predators, making their lives shorter than they already are. The longest they usually ever live up to is one year. And they can asexually reproduce! They- they have a little clover-like design on their top and can touch by that to reproduce. They’re super cute and I love them so much!!”

Levi looks almost zoned out, with how intense he’s staring at MC. But then he says “Woah, MC… You know so much about them!! I’m happy you like jellyfish! I can’t believe it!!!! Can I- Can I tell you about my favourite kind of snakes??” He finishes excitedly.

“YES!!!!” MC says giddily, happy to be able to bond with him.

The two went back and forth sharing their interests and fixations, up into late hours of the night (switching to playing games while talking) and eventually fell asleep, controllers in hand, and game temporarily abandoned for the night.

#levi gets his own post <33 #obey me leviathan #levi x reader #om! leviathan #leviathan x reader #leviathan avatar of envy #leviathan x mc #shall we date leviathan #I’m projecting on them both heavily #me if levi was real 🤗🎉#i need a levi in my life fr </3

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I don’t know what I wanna do with my self-indulgent knox hillbilly fic anymore. Here’s some wip writing (some spice, 18+)

In the shower, you were washing dirt off your knees with delightfully hot water. Your skin still felt the memory of Johnny’s reckless touch. You knew things were going to be different now, but you didn’t regret it. You wanted to do it again. And again. And again. You smiled giddily into the spray from the shower head.

Johnny was waiting for you in your living room. You toweled your hair dry and put on a clean t-shirt and soft black panties. Something comfortable, but sexy. Normally, you would’ve at least worn some shorts around him.

Johnny definitely noticed your skimpy choice of outfit when you made your way to the couch to sit with him. His eyebrow cocked up then he quickly averted his eyes back to the book he was looking at, moonshine jar poised in the other hand… and the second you realized that book he was looking at was your sketchbook you jumped up and tried to snatch it from him. Johnny reacted quickly, he grabbed the book with both hands and tugged it out of your grasp. Moonshine splashed on himself, the book, and the couch in the process.

“Don’t look at it!” You didn’t mean to scream like that. Johnny knew you liked to draw. He knew you liked the comics. But he had never looked in your sketchbook before. It was almost like your diary.

You were standing over the privacy invader, between the couch and the coffee table that he rested his socked feet on. You made an attempt to snatch your sketchbook again, but Johnny was faster and stronger than you with longer arms.

“You know,” Johnny’s glasses were resting on the tip of his nose and he flipped through some more pages. “There’s a lot of pictures of me in here.”

Your face was bright red, but you plopped your ass on the couch next to Johnny anyway. You snatched the jar of moonshine from his hand, which he allowed, and took a healthy swallow. “Those aren’t you! You’re so conceited.”

Johnny turned the sketchbook towards you. His finger rested on a drawing that was undeniably him, with his pointy nose, dark eyes, and dark, gelled hair. “That’s not me?” He questioned.

“It’s not you.” You couldn’t contain your smile as you spoke the untruthful words and pressed the moonshine jar to your lips.

Johnny flipped to the next page and found another portrait of himself, which he flashed in your direction. “That’s me. Clear as day.”

You puffed like a pouty toddler. “It’s not.” You lied again and took another sip of moonshine to wash away your embarrassment.

Johnny was relentless with his teasing sometimes. He set your sketchbook down on the couch, on the side opposite you, so he could keep guard of it. “If I was a little more conceited,” Johnny started. He took the moonshine jar from you and had swig. “I’d think you had a crush on me.”

You let out an offended gasp and shifted your seat, causing the couch to creak. “No! That’s stupid. You’re my friend. We’ve been friends forever.”

“So?” Johnny purred teasingly. “That didn’t stop me.”

You eyed Johnny suspiciously, and damn if you didn’t feel a little butterfly in your belly. Though you weren’t sure if Johnny was serious, or if he was just being a flirt. “what are you getting at?”

“Remember that time we went skinny dippin’ together?” As if you could forget. Johnny leaned forward to place the now empty moonshine jar on the table. “I thought my heart was about to beat out my chest. I liked you way before that though. I probably shouldn’t tell you that.”

“Why not?” The redness had faded from your face and you pulled a blanket from the armrest over yourself.

“Cuz of Bam.” Johnny waved his hand dismissively. “And how you’re gonna marry him and all that.”

“I don’t wanna talk about Bam tonight.” Hearing your boyfriend’s name left a pit in your stomach. You shook him from your thoughts and scooted closer to Johnny. Johnny removed his glasses and draped his arm over your shoulder. Maybe you were a bad person. “Can I sleep on the couch with you?” You asked.

“Of course, sweetheart.”

……….

You woke up to the sound and smell of butter sizzling in a frying pan. Your sore body sat up to see Johnny making eggs and toast on your stove. Candy was at his feet, begging for scraps.

“What is this?” You questioned as you lazily walked into your kitchen.

“Making breakfast,” Johnny answered simply. He used a spatula to scoop a fried egg from the frying pan and place it on a slice of toast. “I know you always got a ton of eggs, so I thought you wouldn’t mind.”

Johnny smelled and looked fresh, even though he was wearing the same clothes from last night. He must have showered while you were sleeping. He even shaved his face, presumably with one of your razors.

“I just hope you’re not getting any ideas,” you said as you took a plate from Johnny and sat at the dining table. Johnny poured you a cup of coffee, and you plucked a half-smoked cigarette from the glass ashtray on the table. You smoked it as you watched Johnny finish cooking. “I don’t want you running around thinking you’re my boyfriend or something.”

“Nah. Not at all.” Johnny sat across from you with his own plate and cup off coffee. He wasn’t wearing his sunglasses. He stared at you while he ate and you stared right back.

You blew a puff of smoke at him. Johnny gave you an annoyed look, but he kept eating. “Man, I almost forgot how grumpy you are in the morning.” Johnny finished up his plate. “We can forget all about last night, sweetheart. Like it never happened.”

You stamped your cigarette out in the ashtray. “No. I don’t want that.”

“What?” Johnny chugged his cup of coffee. He noticed the way your eyes shyly fluttered to the side, the way your neck was slightly craned, and that tiny, temptress curl in your lip. “You wanna screw?” He asked.

Your lips curled further upward. “If you want to.”

Johnny’s chair made a grating squeal against the floor as he stood up. He pulled your seat out and it made the same grating sound. He used his arm to sweep your plate and coffee cup off the table. They landed on the floor with an awful crash, and Candy rushed over to clean the food off the floor. Then Johnny hoisted you up by your waist and plopped your ass on the dining table. He gave you that devilish smile of his, the one he gave when he was feeling full of himself. With his hands on your thighs, he said, “of course I’ll screw you, princess.”

Johnny lifted your shirt over your head and you giggled, “On the table, Johnny? Where I eat?!“ You feigned offense.

Johnny ogled your tits as he undid his pants to free his already hard cock. “As good a place as any.”

Johnny grabbed your legs and pulled you closer to the edge of the table. His bare erection rubbed against your inner thigh as he leaned in to suck on your neck and grope your tits. You’ll admit it felt scandalous to fool around with Johnny after all these platonic years. Though, it didn’t feel wrong. You knew each other well, and you loved each other.

One of Johnny’s hands deftly trailed down your body, causing you to flinch when it reached your lower belly. Johnny responded with a love nip to your throat, like a rogue tomcat would do to the neighbor’s cat in heat. His hand pressed onward. First, he gently circled your clit over your panties. Then, his fingers hooked under the thin fabric to feel your wet folds.

Your hand was in Johnny’s hair, massaging his scalp, and you let out wanton, little sighs as his fingers worked on you. A groan came from Johnny’s throat, “I’m gonna make this whole fucking house shake.” Then he forced your legs open wider. He guided his cock to your entrance and pushed himself in, then out, then in a little further. His body was already shaking with pleasure and his breathing was becoming heavier. “Ah, fuck,” finally, his whole length was inside. “Lay back, sweetheart.” And you did as Johnny said.

Johnny positioned your legs so that they were resting on his chest and your ankles met his shoulders. Johnny grabbed an ankle and kissed the side of your foot, the arch, your heel, and he started humping into you faster. He gets faster and faster, until he’s panting like a dog and the tabletop is rattling. Your loud moans sang praises to Johnny.

Johnny looked down at you. You could see sweat already forming on his forehead and upper lip, which he licked off. “Tell me I’m better than Bam,” Johnny huffed out while bucking his hips into you harder. “Tell me I fuck you better.”

#johnny knoxville #fanfic #hillbilly #ao3 writer #my writing #n

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Hello!! I hope your doing well and life is going good.I have a request is it possible if you could write like suna, Kuroo, osamu and atsumu with a tall S/O (im like 5'11 and i get bullied sm about not finding a man cuz im a giant or smth) cause its really hard for me to believe that some genuinely like us?? i never saw or felt smth like that or admiration towards us tall girls like i havent seen this much content about this so when i saw your big girls hc i loved it so much!!! Have a great day!

Hey there, sweetie!! <3

Sorry for the late response, I was a bit busy with classes, I hope you're doing well too and staying safe!! <3

Soo, coming to your request... I'm also on the 'taller' side with 174cm so I feel like I can understand your struggle to a certain extend but rest assured! First of all: I happen to be a bit self-indulgent at some times, so everything I usually write works perfectly fine for a taller reader. Seriously.

Second: Personal advice. I know some 'taller' guys, and they all have one thing in common: They all mostly prefer a partner that is tall as well. A too drastic height difference can actually be difficult sometimes, so I feel like many tall guys subconsciously look for a taller partner as well. That much to feeling not desirable <3 You're beautiful and your height is a part of that- please embrace it and feel appreciated, because not just tall guys love tall girls!! We all do <3

And last but not least! Just for you my dear sweetheart:

Suna x Tall fem reader

Warnings: None

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"C'mon, princess, we have somewhere to be."

"I don't wanna," you whine and wrap your hands around his waist to prevent him from getting up. He looks down at you with a sigh but his lips are curled into a smile, revealing that he's not as annoyed as he pretends to be. He surely couldn't care less if you are late or not, Atsumu made you both wait for half an hour the last time you decided to meet. Revenge is sweet, especially when it comes to the Miyas.

Suna leans back again and allows you to rest your head on his chest. It's comfortable, the only sound filling the room are the soft sounds of your breaths and the comforting ticking of the clock. His hand cards softly through your hair, a fond smile showing on his face when you draw circles on his chest.

"Princess?"

"Hmm?"

His tone sounds questioning, careful, as if he wants to say something controversial.

"You know that I love you?"

"Hmm, I love you too, Rin." You prop yourself on your elbows to hover over him and smile before you press a soft kiss against his lips. He returns the sweet gesture and allows himself to get lost in the kiss for a while before he pulls back.

"You know that I love everything about you?"

"I hope so." He grins at your playful response and presses one last kiss to your lips before he softly moves you to the side to get up- this time for real.

"C'mon, we don't wanna be too late. He's gonna be all whiny and annoying if we do so."

If you were to tell someone that the stoic and cold Suna Rintarou turns into the softest and most caring boyfriend when you two are together- no one would believe you. But he always makes sure that you feel comfortable around him, always reads your reactions to everything he does- and sometimes it feels like he can read your mind. It seems like he noticed something about you though. Something that you'd never dared to tell him.

As soon as you stand, he gently pulls you in his arms and brings a hand under your cheek, forcing you to look at him.

"You know what I especially love about you?"

You expectantly look at him, your heart beating fast at the sudden proximity. It's different when he's looking at you like that- when his features are softened and warm, his dark eyes staring right into yours and making it impossible to look away.

"I don't even have to lean much down to do this." He barely tilts his head to connect your lips once again, your eyes widening when you realize what he's telling you without saying it explicitly to not overstep a boundary.

If there is one thing about yourself that you're still the tiniest bit insecure about, then it's your height. You're not petite or small, words like "delicate" and "cute" seem not the right terms for someone with your height. It's hard to fight these insecurities, even though you assure yourself that Suna loves you, loves your height as well. But there are some days when you can't stop comparing yourself to these small and cute girls, and think that Suna might want someone like that- someone who would fit into his arms perfectly, unlike you, who seem to have just a few centimetres too much to get fully lost in the arms of the tall middle blocker.

Right now though, you're too busy with kissing him back to let these insecurities go back to you. Your brain is too busy to progress the fact that he just told you that he loves you- with your height as well. Especially your height. And it feels so right to be in his arms, so you allow yourself to forget about it. To feel good with yourself, to feel loved and appreciated, to get lost in the kiss.

Being tall surely has advantages.

Bonus:

"Where the heck have ya guys been? I've been waiting for half an hour?!"

"You made us wait too last week. You deserve it."

Atsumu's jaw drops when Suna just shrugs his shoulders and quickly presses a kiss to your cheek before he pulls out the chair for you. Atsumu watches the both of you, his anger replaced by an other feeling at the sudden display of affection. Jealously.

"Yer luck. I wanna have a girl like yours too."

"You're talking about my girlfriend, Miya. Watch your mouth." Suna response is sharp, and Atsumu is quick to raise his hands as a defense.

"I don't wanna steal your girl. I want my own. A tall girl. My own supermodel." He stares dreamily to the table, and your jaw drops at his words.

Seems like they both have the same type- and that happens to be you.

#love you #tall anon 💖#lots of love to you sweetie 💖💖#i wrote this quickly during classes #i hope you’ll enjoy it! 💖💖#Suna x Reader

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skypied · 1 year

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sorry this is from a few days ago but i still wanna do the ask meme ;3

🤡✨🧠🎢

(I love the perpetual 3-5 business days ADHD delay on both our sides<3) read moreing bc I refuse to shut up<3

🤡 What’s a line, scene, or exchange you’ve written that made you laugh?

A lot! A lot of the time writing is providing entertainment for myself, and I often make myself laugh tbh! But I have no clue if anyone else finds it funny, mostly bc what feedback I get on things being funny often differ from what I laugh at 🥴 the one I can point to (and will again later in this post) is the goat-wrestling scene in always be this close. I also think all the banter in Morning Routines is funny. There's a shit ton of fun stuff in my wips, but I'm coming back to those.

(unrelated, I just discovered I've on two different occasions, months apart, written the exact same line of dialogue, which is Alberto saying "stop complaining and put your dick in my mouth". The more you know)

✨ Give you and your writing a compliment. Go on now. You know you deserve it. 😉

ouhhhhh uhhhhhh I think I'd say dialogue is one of my strong suits... I think? It's what drives most of my writing, and, while I feel like I'm always making the boys more and more OOC with every iteration, I guess that's one of the things that makes people find my fics in character. Maybe??? I dunno??? (honestly this is the worst kind of question bc for all I know I'm WAY off base). When I first am able to suppress my shame, I think the porn I write is fun and hot (but, y'know, it's 100% self-indulgent and to my tastes since it's a drop in the ocean from my personal spank bank, so again, nervous to state it for a fact)

🧠 Pick a character, and I’ll tell you my favorite headcanon for them.

given how I've rotated these blorbos so relentlessly in an endless drier for 14 months, there are sooooo many, and very few that are fixed in stone tbh. I more go through phases with headcanons, tbh! and I'm getting sleepy, maybe I'll come back and do a separate post if I remember anything special 😴

I can share that one of my current headcanon obsessions is Alberto in a skin tight short tennis dress though. I have this one in mind, bc that was the one that inspired it when a friend of a friend borrowed it to wear and he's a short'n'stout king who's dummy thicc and looked absolutely incredible wearing it. Hopefully I might draw and at some point post ... maybe in a sketch dump along with the two-three other pieces that are just "Alberto on his knees, thighs spread, soft lil tummy out, in cute outfits" hehe

🎢 Which of your fics would you call your wildest ride?

I think always be this close with the Alberto almost getting himself severely damaged in a goat-wrestling match is the wildest. The rest of my fics are either just shameless porn or shameless fluff or writing-for-writing-practice's sake - I rarely write any plots or scenes that get wild. Honestly babe my wildest rides are still wips 😭 and I can't decide on just one so this is almost a ranking

#1 is probably the "discovering Luca's dick glows under the blacklight when they're getting nasty in a club bathroom" which also includes Alberto joking about Luca being into scat (or maybe it's on the cutting room floor) and jokes about dolphins being depraved creatures and Luca's dick trying to fuck Alberto's ear and Luca having a laughing fit over Alberto looking like he's playing a flute while sucking his dick and Luca delighted to discover Alberto likes having his mouth stuffed with his tail. this fic is honestly like 80% done and has been for almost a year, I'm just eternally struggling but I did my once-every-four-month casual perusing and re-discovered that it's a lot of fun and I wanna finish it

the also-80%-done "Luca tries casting himself in a porn" fic. It got away from me and now includes smut and is, oops, 12k. It's not as overtly wild, but I think it's funny, I think it'll be finished soon-ish, and I hope y'all will find it funny, too. If nothing else, laugh at me pls<3

the one doc just titled "train wrecks" which is 3am, Luca in the club spotting Alberto and going

Luca pretends he's so blackout drunk he's forgotten where he lives so Alberto will take him home, and the rest honestly is just the dumbest banter. Highlights include likening Alberto's dick to a Christmas present, joking about Luca time travelling to groom Alberto to give him even more daddy issues, Alberto calling Luca a bird furry for leaving old food bits in his mouth during makeouts, and a lot more that'd take too much context to explain. but besides being a lot of dumb funny shit what I like about it is exploring the kind of surprising honesty and delightful rudeness you get with complete strangers. I think my fav moment is them small talking to get to know each other more, Luca talks some about his mom being overbearing and a pain in the ass, then when Alberto talks about his parental situation Luca just goes "fuck you, you can’t let me complain about all that stupid shit and then tell me that" and, after Alberto tells details about his dad and Luca offers sympathies, Alberto in return goes "no, fuck you, that sympathy is for your own bad conscience, not me". This one is a lot less finished, due to being mostly dialogue, and needing three sex scenes (and counting maybe???) written out lmao

sandbox is pretty much eternally on hold, but some out of context highlights include:

Alberto's literal "anyways, here's Wonderwall" moment

everyone calling Luca a slut

Giulia calling Alberto "young dumb and full of cum

Luca repeatedly having to tell Alberto off for quoting memes in bed

Alberto's graphic Shrek t-shirt collection

Luca skipping class to suck a guy off during a matiné showing of a war drama

Lorenzo giving Daniela chlamydia when they were young

Luca accusing his parents of being in a swingers arrangement with Giulia's parents

Alberto: recites Luca's Starbucks order - Luca:

(that's not a joke btw it's literal actual canon)

okay I'm done will sleep now ty for letting me ramble @ u ! 🥰

#skypieposts #skypiechats

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violetshine-appreciation · 1 year

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not to infodump abt my own stories but i wanna talk abt how i write needletail in my violetshine drabbles bc i have a lot of Thoughts abt her

my first drabble takes place in an anthro au where violet is still a kit/child and needle is an apprentice/teenager. violet gives needle a drawing she made of the two of them

i wanted to establish how needle views violet, not just in this au but in most of their interactions until shit w darktail hits the fan. she thinks of violets drawing as cute and amusing; she views her as a kid, a much much younger kid than her, and doesnt rly take her all that seriously but still indulges her. the story ends w a grown up violetshine wondering what needle eventually did w the drawing but not being able to ask bc its far too late. i wanted to leave it ambiguous for the sake of the story, but i think needle probably tucked it away in a secret drawer or something instead of hanging it up in her room. she still keeps it bc its important to her, but she thinks its embarrassing to hang a babys drawing up in her room.

my most recent drabble expands upon this dynamic, this time in the canon verse

needle reassures violet after sleek is mean to her, but she also tells her that its "no big deal"; in her mind, violet is overreacting. sleek is needles friend and she knows her well, and is personally unbothered by sleeks teasing. she doesnt see why violet cant understand it like she can and thinks violet is just being childish. violet almost says that it is a big deal to HER, bc her feelings are important and should be taken seriously, but is distracted by needle comforting her. shes never been comforted this way since she was w lilyheart in thunderclan, and its enough to make her forget abt her feelings. she trusts needle, even if needle herself is extremely misguided and doesnt understand her feelings.

throughout various other drabbles, violet repeatedly thinks of needle as one of if not THE most significant person shes lost.

she still idolizes needle despite needle not exactly being the best friend/sister; but she was the ONLY friend/sister who was there for her during her time in shadowclan and the kin, so she values her a lot and has this kind of warped view of her to the point where just thinking abt her fills her w strong feelings of grief and anger at herself. at one point she has a nightmare abt needle drowning HER instead of needle being drowned by darktail

this is reflective of her guilt and self-hatred; she still blames herself for needles death, and this guilt manifests itself as a nightmare abt what she thinks "should" have happened instead, or what she feels she "deserves."

violet develops this unhealthy attachment to/view of needle that lasts well into her early adulthood. i do want to write more abt it and how she eventually realizes that needle was an extremely flawed individual, but thats for another day. i just wanted to post abt my thought process behind this bc i enjoy talking/thinking abt this stuff

#mod meows #needletail #violetshine #suicide ideation #ask to tag

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grapefacegrfa · 2 years

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This post will be a short and silly x reader (mainly self indulgent heehee) thing with ROTTMNT Leo. Not for any reason other than I just felt like it. You may continue reading if you wish for a short and fluffy story.

Drowsy

School truly is a pain in the ass. After yet another long and incredibly stressful week, you wanted nothing more than a weekend of relaxation and quality time with your boyfriend, Leo. You were currently sitting on Leo's bed in his room, doodling in your notebook as his Spotify playlist softly played through the speaker on his lowest shelf above the bed. Not paying much attention to anything else, you jolted a bit when you suddenly felt a head lean onto your shoulder. "Whatcha drawing, gorgeous?" His voice sounded drowsy, yet he still was as flirty as ever. You chuckled a bit and replied, "Not much. Just whatever comes to my mind, I guess." One of Leo's hands wrapped around your waist, pulling you closer to his body. He kissed your cheek and, while gently rubbing his hand along your hip, muttered, "I think you should put that away and lay down with me." With the long day you had, that didn't sound like a bad offer. "Did you have a bad day, too?" Leo nodded and let out a hum in agreement. You gently pushed your boyfriend off you to close your notebook and put away everything you used to draw back into your bag. Almost as soon as you laid down on Leo's bed, he already had his arms around you and nuzzle his head against your chest. You softly scratched your nails on his shell. "Do you want to talk about it?" "No, I just wanna lay with you," Leo mumbled into your chest. He really must have had a rough day. Usually, he'd ramble about his day to you, so you figured he was really worn out. You kissed his head and rubbed one of your hands along his bicep. "I'm proud of you, my champion." You could almost feel him smile then. He pulled away from you to plant soft kisses on both of your cheeks and then lazily kissed your lips. "Te amo mucho, mi amor." Planting another soft kiss on top of his head, you tiredly mumbled, "I love you, too, Leo." With "Good Old Fashioned Lover Boy" playing quietly above both of your heads, the two of you fell asleep peacefully in each other's warm embrace. You were such a mush when it came to Leo, but if you were to be lovey-dovey with anybody, you were more than happy it was with him.

💙

I mainly wrote this because I'm tired as hell and wanted to get this fluffy idea out of my head lmao

#rottmnt #rottmnt leo #rottmnt leonardo #rise of the tmnt #rise of the teenage mutant ninja turtles #tmnt #teenage mutant ninja turtles #rottmnt leo x reader #rise leo x reader #tmnt leo x reader #rise of the tmnt leo x reader #grapeface written works

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lovethoery · 3 years

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pairing: nonidol!jeno + fem!reader

word count: 2.4k

warnings: smut! please read at your own risk ♡ also just very soft n fluffy for the most part. it gets a little mean at the end but it’s all consensual and discussed before hand!!! promise.

kinks: slight puppy play, mentions of pegging and strap-ons, dominant reader, submissive jeno, mommy kink, vaginal sex, established relationship, no protection (pls b safe!!), dirty talk, fingering, ♡ big dick jeno ♡, breeding (the reader says not to, but i promise they’ve talked it over and it’s actually okay), mention of pussy eating, name calling?, tummy bulging, drooling.

a/n: i have not been able to stop thinking abt subby puppy jeno... he’s just so good... im not a dom, but for jeno (and mark)? i’ll do anything. this is very much self-indulgent. no i’m not sorry.

jeno’s hips can’t help the way they fuck into your hand, eyes fluttering shut from the feeling. it’s just so good, and he hasn’t gotten his dick wet in months.

“and whose fault is that?” you coo, leaning forward to get in the boy’s face. jeno’s ears are a bright pink, chest and neck beginning to adopt the same hue. he gulps, looking down to where your fingers are wrapping around his length, working him up and down.

“m-mine...” he whispers, mouth parting open as his eyes flutter shut.

“unh-unh. eyes on me, mutt,” you order. jeno’s nothing if not obedient, though, and he opens his eyes quickly, whimpering. “do you wanna fuck mommy?” you can’t miss the way jeno’s eyes light up; it’d be impossible to miss it.

he’s pressed up against the headboard of your shared bed, shirt tossed in a corner somewhere. his jeans are unbuttoned and shoved down messily, boxers still confining most of your boyfriend’s cock. jeno looks an absolute wreck, and you can see the way the thought of being inside your pussy causes him to sink deeper into his fucked out state.

raising a hand, you brush the hair out of his face gently, jeno’s tongue brushing past his lips to wet them. your fingers itch to push past those pretty pillows and make him gag, but you figure you’d save it for later.

“yes or no, angel?”

jeno’s mouth opens wider, then closes. he looks around as if you’re baiting him, but then he speaks softly. “yes...”

“yes what, pup?” your eyes bore into his, daring him to look away when you’re practically dangling a bone in his face—something so sweet and savory. a chance he doesn’t get often.

“yes, mommy,” jeno breathes, eyes wide and borderline innocent. borderline only because you know what he’s really like—desperate, needy, trying everything in his power to keep from breaking any rules you may have set forth tonight. “please let me fuck you...”

the boy beneath you is practically vibrating from the prospect of being inside you once again. he hasn’t been allowed to fuck you as of late due to poor... technique.

“mmm...” you hum, straightening your back to sit up, taller than him; looking down on him like the mutt he is. “do you think you can do a good job? surely with how much mommy’s fucked you, you must’ve learned something, right, puppy?”

jeno whimpers, loud and high in his throat, head moving forward to rest his face in your chest. the boy mouths at your shirt, nuzzling into you. you can’t help but bring your hands to card through his hair, petting him gently. jeno is your most precious boy, after all. “oh, puppy... okay, okay... you can fuck mommy.”

moving off of his lap, you begin to pull your clothes from your body, only to be stopped by jeno. “let me, please...” always such a good boy, you think.

jeno’s fingers tremble when he brings them to the drawstring on your shorts, despite how deft and nimble they typically are. it makes you giggle, laying on your back to allow him to pull the shorts from your legs. he moves slowly, almost like he’s still unsure about it all. you coo, reaching for his wrist. you thumb over the protruding bone, reassuring in your gentle movements. he nods in understanding, spreading your your legs wide to play with your pussy, admiring the way it glistens with your essence.

a sigh slips from the both of you when jeno sinks in his middle finger, and you giggle again. jeno’s eyes snap towards you, making sure he’s doing alright before he’s wiggling the digit carefully. his thumb moves to hook onto your clit, drawing gentle circles. he’s working you up, just like you’d taught him to when you first started having sex.

you moan softly, jeno’s middle finger beginning to crook, searching for your g-spot. your back arches when he finds it, toes curling and the boy between your legs can’t help the way his tongue starts to loll out of his mouth, practically salivating at the display before him. he’s never seen something so beautiful in his entire life, and his cock throbs from where it sits half-way out of his underwear. a blurt of pre-cum spills from the tip and you grin lazily.

“and here i thought i was the only one who was wet... but you’re dripping over there, baby,” you breathe. your voice is pitched up just a little, head tilting back. you miss the way jeno’s eyes flutter shut at your words, embarrassment flooding his bones.

“can i add another finger?”

you nod at his question, praising him for being so good, remembering to ask before doing. you’ve taught him so well, how to be the best boy be can be, and jeno beams under it. he takes the permission granted to him and slips his ringer finger in next, scissoring them wide.

a whine falls from your lips, legs spreading wider as you clench around the digits. “fuck, that’s so good,” you moan, eyes moving to lock on jeno’s. you grin again, teeth on display and jeno whimpers, kissing your bent knee. moving your foot, you press it up against jeno’s cock, biting your lip in satisfaction when jeno’s hips jolt.

“hurry up, puppy. get mommy ready for your big cock so you can fuck her nice and good.”

jeno doesn’t need to be told twice, fingers beginning to speed up after adding a third, pumping in and out of you. you moan louder, head falling back against the mattress. the coil in your abdomen tightens, spring loaded and ready to snap when jeno’s thumb speeds up its circles on your bud. your hips buck up, whines falling from your mouth as you get closer and closer, falling from the edge when jeno takes initiative and gives you that fourth finger, cupping your pussy as he stretches you wide and makes you cum.

it’s with soft whines and pretty cries that you cum, back arched taut like a bowstring and jeno thinks he could cum untouched, just from the sight alone. he has, if he remembers correctly. but not right now. right now, jeno needs to be inside you.

without even thinking, jeno’s quick to pull his hands away, shoving his pants and briefs down enough for his cock to fall out, heavy and thick between his legs.

your eyes are hazy as you look up at him, still coming around from your orgasm when jeno shoves his length into you. your eyes widen, mouth falling open as he starts to thrust, eyes watering from the stretch. “f-fuck!” you cry, back arching again. it burns, but you’re too preoccupied with the pleasure that builds behind your belly button again.

four fingers are never enough when it comes to stretching you out, another reason why you prefer to fuck him, and not the other way around. that, and every time jeno gets his cock in you, it goes like this.

the boy between your legs is practically jackhammering into you, hips moving like a piston into you over and over again. his eyes are closed and his tongue hangs from his mouth, drool coating his chin. his eyes open and close, looking down at you. jeno’s so far into his own headspace, there’s nothing in his eyes but desire and a need to breed you.

“j-jen... puppy, you’ve gotta slow d-down—oh, my god...” you try, hand moving to press against his tummy. it’s damp with sweat, tensing over and over from a mix of exertion and undying pleasure. jeno, despite your pleas, shows no sign of slowing. it feels like he begins to move even faster, balls slapping against against you.

the room is filled with the sound of skin against skin, your pussy squelching loudly as it tries to adjust to jeno’s width.

he stops for a moment, moving the two of you around. jeno moves with your legs tossed over his forearms, pulling you closer and up into his lap. with your feet up in the air, you feel a little burn of shame, not used to being manhandled in this way, though you know in the back of your mind you could easily take back control if needed.

jeno seems to only get rougher, pushing back into with a one-track mind. you know that look when he looks at you again. he wants to cum inside you.

“no,” you warn, hand tangling into his hair and pulling roughly.

jeno leans forward with a cry, face burying itself in your chest, knees pressing to your chest. you groan with the stretch in your thighs and waist, but shake it off, pushing it to the back of your head when you feel soft lips pressing against the base of your throat. teeth scrape across your skin, biting down.

with your legs locked up between your bodies, you have no way of pushing jeno away. it’s not that you don’t want him to cum inside, you do. it’s just... he doesn’t deserve it for the way he broke your rules.

“m-mommy!” jeno’s voice is high pitched, breaking on the end as his thrusts slow, but grow rougher. you can feel the slick between your legs, spilling down over your ass and onto the blankets beneath you. “so g-good... wanna breed you...”

your mouth opens when jeno readjusts, cock pressing up against your walls in the best way possible, pressing up against your sweet spot every single time. your toes curl where they’re propped up in the air, your boyfriend’s body preventing you from lowering them. a cramp starts to pull somewhere in your left thigh, and you contemplate telling jeno as much but when he cries out into your chest, you don’t have it in you to stop him.

“you better pull out, mutt!” you warn him, fingers wrapping around broad shoulders and digging into his skin. pretty crescent moon shapes litter his back, deep, red scratching lining his tanned skin.

your words seem to only spur jeno on, hips picking up pace as he becomes focused on only his pleasure.

“stupid dog,” is all you’re able to get out before jeno’s hips are stuttering, cock bottoming out. the tip kisses your cervix, cum painting your walls, and your own body convulses at the feeling. you moan into the air of your bedroom, pulling jeno even closer. your tummy bulges with his cock, and jeno just has to press a clammy hand against it.

jeno stays buried deep inside you for a moment, catching his breath. he’s hiccupping a little as he tries to come back to earth from whatever pleasure-induced cloud he’d been on. your fingers move to bring jeno’s face to yours, lips pressing against one another. jeno’s tongue finds refuge against your own, and you moan into his mouth. it’s sloppy and messy, the total opposite of the jeno everyone else gets to see and it makes you clench around his softening cock.

when he pulls away, you hum, taking in the sight before you. jeno’s eyes are wide, pupils blown as he regards you like you’re the only source of water for miles and he hasn’t had a drop in days. his tongue hangs out of his mouth, panting like a dog, and his chin is covered in drool. your fingers work to clean his face, wiping against the bedsheets once you’ve done your best to work the spit away.

you gasp as jeno’s cock slips free, soft between his legs.

“hi, baby,” you whisper, a grin on your lips as you work him back to you. “can you speak yet?”

jeno swallows, eyes blinking slowly as his mouth works to form words.

“shh... you don’t have to try if you can’t. just nod if you’re feeling good enough to keep going.”

the boy between your legs keens softly, nodding a soft yes. you card your fingers through sweat-dampened hair, cooing gently, trying to show as much affection to the boy as you can before you’re yanking on the strands, growling under your breath.

jeno whines in pain, but you can feel his dick twitching against your ass.

“stupid fucking dog. you can’t listen, can you?” your voice is biting, though you mean no malice. “first, you think of only yourself when i so graciously let you fuck me. remember last time, mutt? remember why mommy hasn’t let you fuck her in months? because you do shit like this.” with another tug, jeno’s groaning, mouth opening again. your free fingers work into his pretty, swollen mouth, pressing down on his tongue. your thumb hooks under his jaw, in the divot behind his chin. forcing his mouth open, you maneuver his head so he’s unable to look anywhere but you. “and then, to make it worse, mommy told you not to cum inside her. but what do you do? you cum inside her like a stupid mutt. do you know what will happen if mommy gets pregnant?”

jeno’s eyes are filling with tears, and for a moment you become worried, but you know jeno’s smart enough to use his safe word. he has before, even when he’s gone so far into his puppy space that he’s gotten nonverbal.

“if mommy gets pregnant with your puppies,” you whisper, bringing him in close. he swallows as best as he can around your fingers. “then mommy can’t fuck you like the stupid bitch you are. and you will never get to come close to my pussy. do you understand me, mutt?”

the boy trapped between your legs nods quickly, drool spilling from around your fingers once more. you hum, digging a heel into jeno’s lower back before releasing him. jeno slumps against your chest once your legs are free as well, and your fingers move from his mouth to pet through his locks again.

“you’re lucky you’re so cute, nono.” your voice is breathy, a soft giggle in it somewhere as jeno rests his chin on your chest, looking up at you with big eyes. “god, i can’t even be mad at you.” you’re pouting down at him, moving to adjust your position. turning around, you rest up against the headboard, legs spread wide. jeno’s cum drips from your fluttering walls, between your cheek, and onto the bed sheet beneath you.

“if you wanna make it up to me, you’ll come over here and use that pretty mouth of yours to make me cum.”

jeno’s eyes light up once more and he’s immediately crawling between your legs, ready to give you the world and then some.

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