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chosovixen · 1 year
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NSFW!!
sukuna has a soft spot for you, especially regarding sex. he’ll never say he wants to fuck you, he says he wants to make love, and every time he does, it’s more mind-blowing than the last.
he takes things slow, almost painfully slow, but it’s all the while worth it in the end. he’s kissing along the side of your neck while making small circles on your inner thigh—bulge pressing firmly on your clothed cunt as he grinds slowly into you. his lips now move to yours, catching you in a heated but passionate kiss. 
your moans become whiny as you now move on your own accord, bucking your hips into his and moving against the thin material that separates your sex.
“hold on, baby,” sukuna moans, smirking slightly against your lips as he moves his hand down to your heat, rubbing slow circles on your sensitive clit. “i got you.”
when he finally pulls at your panties—pulling them slowly down your thighs, he nearly cums, looking at how strings of your arousal connect to the fabric and your puffy cunt. 
“fuck, look at that. all for me?” he clearly knew it was for him. no one has ever taken care of you the way he has to the point you were soaking through your panties. he just wanted to be reminded that, yes, this was all for him. so you bit your lip and nodded, making him smile as he pulled his cock out—spitting on his hand and smoothing it over his thick length, he pumps it a few times and positions himself between your legs. he rubs the head up and down your slit before pushing into your warm cunt, and it earns a satisfying moan from the both of you. 
finally bottoming out into you—tip reaching the further it could, he bends down and places a tender kiss on your plump lips. pulling away, he looked at you, and you were breath taking. he took in all your subtle features as if you were the most beautiful being he’s ever laid eyes on. he wanted to keep you close, so he treated you right in every possible way he could, even if that meant blowing your back out when needing to.
“i love you,” he says, eyes dilating with each second his gaze stays on you. he then slowly rocks his hips into yours, swollen tip kissing your g-spot as the thick shaft rubs against your tender walls lovingly. and you whispered an “i love you too” as he fucks you makes love to you until you beg for him to give you a break.
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succubusmunson · 1 year
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NO WAIT PICK-UP LINES ARE MY FAV
i was wondering if you had an extra heart. mine was just stolen.
w rizz??👀
This was so cute, it’s the best
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megaskinnypimp · 1 year
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Why is my mutual so fucking horny all of a sudden? It’s that fucking rping ain’t it?
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porchlightfairy · 1 year
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steve who rejects every girl first because he's scared of being rejected since the whole breakup with nancy. he tries getting out there, but nothing seems to work for him cause he feels too uninterested and the girls don't match his energy.
there's a day when you walk into family video, and he feels that there's something different about you. you then walk up to him and ask about what movies are good to rent out, and he doesn't answer. he just stares. that is, until you say his name. it rings in his ears until he is finally aware of what's happening. you had read his name tag and hummed to yourself when he finally looked at you.
"do you only answer when your name's called?" you joked, flashing a sweet smile he missed seeing girls do, not out of pity, but out of genuine and pure delight.
his heart skipped a beat and he softens. steve decided then and there that he wanted to get to know more about you, maybe even let his broken heart open up for a bit to let you in.
anxiety and stress kicked my ass love. Please forgive me for keeping this from you too long.
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You can tell that he is skittish. He hesitates to hold your hand on the first date and when he drops you off it looked like he was going to kiss your cheek but he stops. You don't pry into it but it does make you put more effort into it so he knows that it's okay.
It probably isn't until the 5th or 6th date that he is finally able to truly let go. You went up onto a hill that looks over Hawkins and lay on a blanket in the grass stargazing. Steve swallows the spit in his mouth before looking over at you. You look at him and smile. “You look beautiful.” He whispers. You smile widely taking the compliment. He licks his lips then turns over, propping himself up on his elbow and looking down at you. “Can I just say; I really like you. Like genuinely, truly, like you. I want to spend more time with you. I hope this goes further. I hope you like me back. I hope this is okay to say. I hope that look on your face is a good thing. I hope—” He’s run out of things to say. He looks at you nervously.
You clear your throat and sit up, “I’m glad that you like me. I like you too. I’m glad you want this to go further. I do too. That was really brave of you to say, and I’m glad you did. The look on my face was me thinking in my head; how bad I want to kiss you right now.” He smiles widely before capturing your lips into a kiss. It seems all the worry melted away with the kiss. His shoulders slacken, and he isn’t afraid to touch you anymore. His grasp is firm on your waist as he holds you close. When you separate, Steve has a big smile on his face. He felt whole again.
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indouloureux · 1 year
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i haven't been in your inbox for a while, so i'm dropping by to say hiii!!
also, i miss you. plus, your new nav header is amazing, have a wonderful day!!💛
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my beloved!! hi honey i've missed you too how are you???? and thank u mwah mwah mwah
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smiley-babe · 11 months
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i was sending lolly this thirst and got carried away…
so lemme just yell about it lmao
warnings: jealousy, unprotected sex, sort of rough sex, marking, (izuku is thick and he’s a lil mean about it), overstimulation
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my goodness izuku… he’s like the perfect man you could ever ask for. strong, handsome features, kind, attentive. there’s one small flaw that always ends up with you in trouble though.
izuku’s jealousy is hard to see for those who don’t know him. he still looks polite, all smiles. the change is mostly in his eyes. the usual cheery green resembling pools of poisonous green liquid.
so when he finds you chatting it up with an old classmate, a male for that matter he can’t handle it. he has this need to protect you from the opposite sex. men can be… vial. he knows it as a hero and a man himself. as well as the protection, he has this overwhelming need to claim you. to leave the darkest marks on any skin that can be exposed from your clothes with his lips and maybe his hands. his favorite part is pumping you so full of him it ruins the sheets.
“no one can touch you like this, can they baby?” two thick fingers find themselves deep in your cunt, reaching one of your spots so easily. a shudder runs up your spine and you shake your head. “use your words.” fuck his tone is so much more different than normal.
“n- no ‘zuku they can’t.” he usually melts at the whines in your voice but he’s so fucking furious. finding another man touching you, brushing your hair behind your ear intimately. spikes his blood pressure awfully and it takes so much in him not to crush the man’s hand.
next thing you know you’re on a silent drive home with izuku. this is the most quiet he’s been since you’ve been together, usually talkative and full of laughter. not this time. doesn’t even waste time when you get home. “strip,” is all he utters. which is how you end up splayed open on your shared bed while he fills you with two fingers.
he adds a third one and watches you gush all over him. “there you go. give it to me.” he’s so hyperfocused on making you cum, watching your pussy spread open every time he pushes his digits into you.
then when he gets you into the meanest arch, hand wrapped around your throat as cock pounds into you, you know there's no way to stop him. the force of his thrust has the headboard banging against the wall. He's so deep and his tip keeps slamming into your cervix over and over. when you try to move your hips forward he's quick to grip them with large scarred hands. "don't run from it now. take every single inch of your cock."
gets you into a harsh mating press, drilling you deeply and ignoring the incessant whines of how it's too much. "you wanted this," is all he says while he continues to fuck you completely full on his thick dick. your small hands pushing at his lower abdomen is absolutely futile and you don't know why you try.
the man isn't done until you've squirted all over him and he's unloaded into you twice. until your skin is marked almost everywhere, blooming purples all over. until he's made it clear that you're his and his alone.
izuku may seem suffocating with this type of envious behavior but you quite enjoy it. it shows he loves you and he never wants anyone else to have you.
tags: @delirious-donna @chosovixen @luvkun4 @lex-dear @noritopia @heibunniie @satorhime
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triangularz · 2 months
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Works from black creators; we’re here.
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WELCOME, CELEBRATE. Darlings: This is a directory of Black individuals who create (different backgrounds, experiences, interests, etc.) and includes a variety of preferences, styles, subgenres, fandoms, original works, etc. You can link to it in pinned posts (you’ll find in mine) or save to keep top of mind and heart ✔️
Primarily fan works creators here: Fanfics, fanart, fanthoughts, variety of fandoms. But you’ll see individuals who create straight original work/art. List begins below housekeeping. And below that, a few thoughts from me.
Original idea post here thanks to @cardierreh15 for posting a request for black creator tags/recs- l've aggregated as much as possible here
Growing it: The list isn’t exclusive. There are no applications or requirements for inclusion*. I'll add your blog or your recs as long as within the context of the list’s purpose! Just share in comments/dm. Please spell correctly (when I can, I'll ask your recs first). Some blogs are recommended but if not found, I can’t spend time searching for them unfortunately
Upkeep: I’ll consistently spot check for removed blogs, name changes, etc. If you happen to notice something like that, please let me know. If you have a post with a list of recs, I can link to that as well. I will remove your tag if you'd prefer not to be listed. And cry.
I'm happy to add a few descriptive words/content tags/fandoms to the list when you’re added: These are examples- art/photography/writing, smut, fluff, plot (plot plot not like, where y'all fuckin), feelings, angst, series, typical word length, humor, dark content, lgbtq, etc. or your own; just message me or comment.
CHECK: @blkwriters ( @ramonathinks damn, the tags the organization of it wow) and @angelshub (specific writers were part of the network… shut down but works are present) specifically post our creations.
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1zurusprinc3ss (smut, plot/pwp, dark content, angst, fluff)
555sage (wwe- jay critch, dave east, more)
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a-lumos-in-the-nox (Druig, Merlin, Hogwart’s Legacy
characters, others, black female ocs) abinitioart
ackee (original art; writing-oc) akm87 (original art, ocs)
annie-manga (original art, oc) aquiboni (original art, ocs)
arachine (stranger things, marvel, avatar- angst, fluff, dc,
nsfw) asieybarbie (original art, fanart/ocs- pokemon,
sailor moon, others)
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backwzzds (op, bleach, aot, jjk, gangsta, simon riley)
bbybrainrot (aot- explicit, dc)
bey0nseh (aot- fluff, smut) blkkizzat (jjk - smut, pwp, plot,
fics 5k+, black coded reader)
bleach-your-panties (bleach, mha, aot, jjk, tr, tg, h!!, hxh,
ds, cm- smut, plot/pwp, dc, angst, fluff, x blk reader)
bloodripleygal (wwe) bluumey (original art, ocs, lgbtq)
boxofbonesfic (star wars, thor odinson, lotr/the hobbit,
h. cavill, marvel, c. evans, s. stan- angst, fluff, dark content,
comedy, horror)
breyspage (aot, mha- fluff, nsfw) btrcp (original art)
bunnerscrib-28 (fanart, original art, ocs- toontown,
danganronpa, total drama, more)
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c-nstantine (dc comics, marvel, mha) c0pkiller (aot, jjk, ds,
cm, hxh, op- sfw, nsfw) cardierreh15 (h. cavill- angst, fluff,
smut, violence)
channwie (jjk, bleach, op- angst, fluff, smut)
charee (original art) cherienymphe chosaya (jjk- fluff, smut)
chosovixen (jjk, h!!- fluff/sfw, nsfw)
chrissshub (jjk, ff, tr, kny, aot- smut)
chrollohearttags (aot, ds, hxh, jjk, tr, kuroko no basket, h!!,
op- fluff, smut, dc)
chrollosbm (jjk- smut, fluff) clouzyday (jjk- fanart and
writing)
cocoamoonmalfoy (timothée chalamet, zendaya
and florence pugh characters, eivor varinsdóttir, loki
laufeyson, peter parker- various genres)
cookiepie111 (marvel, könig, op) cowinf (fanart, ocs, original
art- deltarune, final fantasy, d&d, berserk, more)
cozystars (fanart, original art- dungeon meshi, superstar
saga, more, lgbtq, mature themes)
crescentmoontsuki (ds, jjk, mha, aot- fluff, comfort, angst)
crystolnaut (original art, ocs, lgbtq) cuddledot (original art)
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darksideofthecocoamoon (timothée chalamet characters,
prince hal- dark content)
daitsaisan (original art, ocs, lgbtq) darcias
darqchilddaydreamz (sons of anarchy, mayans, chicago pd,
good girls- humor, smut, angst, fluff) @deathc-re
dejwrld (aot, jjk, cod, h!!, mortal kombat, vinland saga- sfw,
nsfw, multi-chapter/long fics) delinda-arts (original art,
fanart) desavine (original art- lgbtq, blood, gore, horror)
dimikira-art/dimikira (original art)
diorsbrando (bleach, naruto, mha, aot, jjk, jjba, more-
fluff, smut, dark content)
dreamsinfocus (roman reigns- smut/nsfw)
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ebonyslasher (slashers- michael myers, billy lenz, jason
voorhees, stu matcher, more- fluff, smut, humor)
elfqueen006 ellethespaceunicorn (h. cavill, c. evans and
s. stan characters- explicit, mature, general, fluff)
empressdede endotwrites eraofevermore
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fairune fineanddandy (character roles- brandon boyd,
s. stan, aldis hodge, charlie hunnam, manny montana, tess
thompson, more) frogwhomp
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gardenof-venus (scream, euphoria, criminal minds, stranger
things, marvel- smut, fluff, angst) genottr (fanart)
getoscrybaby (aot) getosbigballsack (jjk- smut, fluff)
glorious-imagines (angst, fluff)
greyspaceghost (original art, ocs)
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Some thoughts, with respect (roll your eyes if you’d like, it’s a lot of the same ole same old… if you do roll your eyes, send me a video of you doing it and I’ll try to care… I’m being cheeky, but there may be some newer folks who appreciate the thoughts!):
We’re very obviously diverse in artistic/creative style, speech, experience, philosophies, takes on the world, how frequently we post/ how prolific, our perspectives, personalities, all that… so find what you like, skip what you don't (Settings - Filtering for what you don’t want to fully see or just block). REBLOG (THEY’RE FAR MORE IMPORTANT THAN LIKES). GIVE PRAISE. THANK PEOPLE. particularly with specifics (I’m working on all this too, my lazy ass), we don’t need more of us to leave… ✔️
Creating and pinning a masterlist is SO HELPFUL! ppl can better find your original works OR use a unique tag for each of your works so that ppl can search within your blog. ✔️
Tagging is important for your works and what you reblog- character or fandom x black reader, x black!reader, x fluff, x smut, x smut with feelings, #blk fanfic writers, #blk writers, # blk fanfiction, see how others use tags, there are a shit ton more ✔️
Adding name and age to your blog is smart. Many, many folks have blogs that include explicit content and topics, and they choose to use age restrictions block those who follow or reach out to interact if a name/age aren’t listed on that person’s blog ✔️
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Besos, Hazel 💋
blk fanfic writer, triangularz
*If I happen to skim, and note that a blog contains themes like inc*st, harm to minors, glorification of abuse or similar, I will not knowingly add. I’ll refrain from adding quietly, no call outs or big to dos about it
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noritopia · 9 months
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@kagejima @chosovixen this is for y’alllll (repost)
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Kotaro thinks you’re so fucking pretty.
You’re pretty when you put in that little extra effort on your hair and you think he doesn’t notice. You’re pretty when you’re just waking up and you’ve still got the crusties in the corners of your eyes. You’re sickeningly adorable when you refuse to kiss Ko because you’d rather die than let him kiss you with your morning breath.
As often as he tells you how absolutely gorgeous you are, Kotaro thinks you’re prettiest with tears wetting your lashline and your nails digging into his lower stomach as the tip of his cock presses into you. It’s such a tight fit that he feels a little woozy every time he rocks his hips and pushes another inch or two in.
“So pretty angel,” He mumbles into the crook of your neck, pressing kisses against your clammy skin. “You’re so so pretty.”
The delicacy of his kiss is such a jarring juxtaposition from the tight grip he’s got on your hips as he cants his hips and the hefty feeling of his body on top of you. The rooms spins and the air is charged with a neediness that Kotaro rarely showcases. He’s always so enthusiastic and attuned to your pleasure, but he feels greedy in the way he sheaths himself inside of you.
Bokuto nips as your skin, littering your chest in marks until your walls pulse around him. His eyes roll back, pulling out almost completely before he fucks into you again, knocking the wind from your lungs. He finds himself looking down, hazy eyes skimming over everyone of your features—committing them to memory almost—watching the way your face contorts as Ko fucks you with desperation.
There’s only one thought that runs through his head as he watches you mewl and whimper for him. You’re so pretty.
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luxesiren · 8 months
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⸻ 𝐅𝐋𝐎𝐑𝐈𝐒𝐓!𝐀𝐑𝐌𝐈𝐍 𝐇𝐄𝐀𝐃𝐂𝐀𝐍𝐎𝐍𝐒
cw :: fluff, black reader in mind, and modern au
a/n :: @chosovixen remember how you said that the oc i posted on discord looked like florist!armin and i was sick abt it?? yeaaah i’m blaming you for this😭
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𝑵𝑶𝑾 𝑷𝑳𝑨𝒀𝑰𝑵𝑮 :: pink + white — frank ocean
florist!armin takes pride in his flower shop, he loves how it looks and he opened it with his mother before she passed but he’s been keeping up with it.
florist!armin loves flowers. he loves looking at them, taking care of them, and watching them grow.
florist!armin opened his flower shop a few years ago and it’s been successful ever since. his busiest holidays are valentine’s day and mother’s day.
florist!armin loves making custom bouquets, he likes putting together a few different flowers and making them match.
florist!armin met you when you came in on a whim, your flowy dress and bright smile drew him immediately. he was even more drawn to you when you asked him to help you, “excuse me! could you help me with something?” he couldn’t stop himself from moving or from staring at you, “of course!”
florist!armin who was convinced that it was love at first sight, if you believe in that sort of thing, he couldn’t get you out of his mind. his mind was clouded with nothing but you since your first meeting.
florist!armin who wondered when he would see you again.
florist!armin who lit up when he saw you coming into his shop again, hands already shaking as he wrapped another bouquet for another customer.
florist!armin who beamed when you came to the counter and asked him to help you with a custom bouquet for your mother, “sure! what kind of flowers does she like?”
you laughed nervously and he couldn’t help how it made his heart speed up, “i know she likes roses! if that helps!” and he smirked and led you over to his collection of various roses in different colors. “i think we can make a beautiful bouquet with these colors.”
florist!armin who was sitting cross legged on his counter, on a slow sunday, bored out of his mind — his ears perking up when he heard the door opening and it was you coming through the door. he smiled when you approached the counter and leaned over it, “hey! i came back because i wanted to thank you for the flowers, she loved them.”
“oh! it’s no problem! i’m glad she loved them!” he smiled, happy with another satisfied customer.
florist!armin who didn’t know that you were just as gone as him. coming to the flower shop after the first time just to see them and even making up the excuse that you wanted to get flowers for your mother just so you could see him again
florist!armin loved when you came in on sundays, the slowest day of the week for him, you both just talking and relaxing while there were no customers around.
florist!armin who was shy to ask you out on a date but wanted to so desperately, with every small touch between you two and the obvious thick air surrounding you both.
florist!armin who was surprised when you asked him out. surprised but he still said yes.
florist!armin who made you the biggest bouquet of your favorite flowers to give to you on your first date making you smile.
florist!armin who took you on five dates before he actually kissed you. he didn’t even kiss on the fifth date, it was you who took initiative and kissed him on that perfect sunday afternoon and before you left you pulled him over the counter by his shirt and planted a fat kiss on his lips.
florist!armin who just about gone on you as you were on him.
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blueparadis · 1 year
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❝ TIMELESS TWILIGHT ❞ + ARMIN ARLERT
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CWs —» afab!reader with s!her pronouns,semi-linear plotline,  suggestive themes, royal au + supernatural au ( reader is a supernatural being ), strangers (to childhood friends) to lovers, slowburn, light angst, mention of corruption, violence and murder, temporary unrequited feelings, implicit smut descriptions,sappy romance and happy ending.
+. PLAYLIST—» moonlight ╾╼ somebody that I used to know ╾╼ rewrite the starts ╾╼ until i found you ╾╼ miel
PRECIS —» Armin was a chaser of eternity while she was a slave of it. One yearned for it, the other despised it until a thread of tragedy tied them together, forever.
+. NOTES —» this is for @dearbraus via @suyacho ’s gift exchange collab. hope you like this piece. I was confused between noé and armin but settled with the latter because this idea was originally thought for him.
I got this idea around april but finally, i could write this thanks to eden for that <3; also, this fic was partly inspired by the song moonlight by dhruv. I'm very much sleep deprived, so lemme sleep while y'all have a happy read. Merry Christmas (⁠^⁠∇⁠^⁠)⁠ノ
Special thanks to @orchid3a, @sailewhoremoon & @chosovixen for ß’reading this. also, you can read this in AO(III) ; browse more of my works through navigation links.
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Museums, sculptures, libraries, books, songs, stories, poetries, paintings— all these had one thing in common: that is, they were eternal. They carried so many memories with them and yet were so defunct. And then, there are humans that live and die like flies. Ever since Armin was bestowed with the ability to walk he would only use it to go to the library or to sneak out through the back door of his room into the garden, or anywhere that does not remind him of the burden he has to carry till his last breath, the burden of protecting each and every person around him—  the burden of this whole kingdom that his father ruled.
He never asked for this life, the luxury, the fame, and the power that came with it. His father had told him that everything that the light touched belonged to him, but only one thought crossed his mind: for how long? Armin did not have to ask anyone to find the answer to that question. He saw it, he lived it. The fragility of his life. 
At that moment, when he was on the brink of destroying thousands of lives in one blow, hesitation overpowered his senses; the man kneeling in front of him, waiting for death to embrace him to save him from such shame, gutted him in the stomach. So annoying, Armin thought and slashed the head of the ruler of the kingdom. 
He was nineteen when he owned a new kingdom, a hefty crown adorned with the most lustrous jewels in the city, and the queen that was promised along with it. To his father’s disappointment, he denounced it, the kingdom, and the kingless queen. Oh no, that does not mean he did not enjoy the greater pleasures of life. He did, through and through, he is the crown prince, and anyone who denied his demands would be rendered lifeless, a mere memory just like stories, books, and sculptures.
He was desired by many, even males. Some people knelt to him to please him, while others were doomed to become an unpleasant distant memory. There was no in-between, no mercy came from the heart of the crown prince. He was not cruel, just a rageful young boy who desired things that seemed impossible to achieve, at least in this life. He envies lifeless things that do not have a lifespan. How utterly foolish!
Sometimes he would laugh at himself, thinking he had been born cursed, a little sick in the head, but his diary told otherwise. He kept it in the library, the journal with sapphire covers and his family emblem. It rested among those massive books that carried the history of great generations and his ancestors so that none, even Mikasa and Eren would not be aware of him, his truth, his true self. Half of him was amused by how all his writing mocked the rich legends that his father boasts at every royal dinner, while the other half, wept like a wounded creature for not being able to make his dreams come true. He is the crown prince, the prince yet all that power fell short of his dreams to achieve; to hold someone in his arms timelessly and to fall in love limitlessly.
Armin could think of only one name, y/n l/n. The girl who left him without finishing her stories. The girl who met him only during Twilight, smelt like forever, and looked like one of those decaying sculptures of Rome.
The Library, that place has always been a wonder to her, y/n. Books stacked beside one after the other embedded with lores and legends from all over the world. Most are sugar-coated, few are the resultant of figmentation and truth but none told the bitter truth. The poets lied, love is not a prince saving princess, love is a princess waiting for the prince for eternity; love is not sharing kisses under the starry night, love is being burnt by mere words. Love is not divine, rather it is the most wretched curse.
Ever since she discovered the existence of the library, she had been fond of how lies are woven so slyly that even the witness failed to separate the truth from fallacies. She had been the witness to how all the kings confiscated the castle, slaughtered the innocents, and had all the women as baits for bodily pleasure, but those rusted pages of the book told how the ferocious warriors, ‘envoys of justice’, ‘harbingers of peace’, or so they liked to call themselves; those warriors killed so many cruel kings and saved the people of the kingdom from their madness. Same lies, different names, different times.
Eternity was nothing like she imagined it would be. It was never a promise of happiness, but rather a promise of loneliness. Heck, even promises faded with time, yet this followed her like a shadow. Even love failed to fill the hollow space she had in her heart. She stopped believing in good but did no evil. Indeed, she had the power to rewrite history, but that could endanger her life, even if she was at the edge of death. But hope can be a dangerous thing for a girl who has lived through an aeon, and it shone miraculously on a full moon night.
There was a particular book that caught her eye. The spine was slim, with a plain sapphire spread and a logo embedded on one of its ends. She perfectly remembers that a few days ago the book was not there and a certain someone is a fool enough to keep it among the books that have all scarlet bindings. But she should not let that bother her so much. Besides, she is here to read; read about how her lover turned against her, exchanged her to get a few coppers and silvers a century ago yet died at her hands. It was tragic, of course: to watch your beloved betray your love and trust, but ecstasy gushed into her veins when she killed him by burying her fangs into his neck, absorbing the life out of him. 
At first, eternity was a boon, and now it is a bane. At first, killing was out of rage and now killing was the only way of survival. She took a few steps back from the family shelf of Tyburs, and stood in front of the Arlerts family shelf. For a minute, she let her fingers run through the books and halted at the sapphire one, which had the royal emblem of the kingdom. She took out the book, thinking it would not hurt to spare an hour or two, after all, she had all eternity.
It was a journal. The handwriting was neat and artsy. The front cover read, “my daily dose of dread.” What a child! She thought, but alas, she could not open the journal. She presumed that it was sealed with magic. And, just like the cascade, the emotions that she locked away when she buried her lover in a grave gushed in her body, through every vein, through each vein. She felt alive again.
The next day, y/n spent the whole day outside observing the humans in the town, gathering some intel. After two weeks, when night befell, she made her way where she wanted to be all this time, the library, the very palace where she loved to sneak in and read those great lies and laugh at the dead. She waited till she heard footsteps, to her surprise it was a boy of fifteen, the son of Duke Arlert. It has been almost a century since she had any human interaction. And now, a boy of fifteen with all the life ahead and innocence intact became alien to her. It thrilled her.
“Who are you?”, the boy asked with aimless, oceanic eyes that had the tragedy of the great Gatsby. She jolted, blinked and took a few steps forward, bowed down in front of the boy and whispered, “I’m the new cataloger, your highness.” And that day, a new friendship was born. Only the moon and the stars were the witness of it.
Unbelievable it seemed to her, for how Armin warmed up to her so quickly. Y/n used to wait for him during nighttime at one corner of the library till he would come to her. Gradually he learnt to use the loopholes in the rules of royal court just so he could hear stories from her, stories that were not written on any of the books, stories that talked about the origin of fairies and monsters. Some days Armin refused to go to his chambers just to hear such stories from her, some days he fell asleep in her lap while she was reading out stories to him. The very stories that he despised so much became engaging to him. He started to take interest in royal duties too.
Sometimes, Armin waited alone in that library but he never asked questions like, ‘Why do your eyes change color? How come I do not see you when I come during the day?’ He was kind to y/n, kinder than most people she had met, killed, or had to betray, but at the same time, those questions weighed heavy on her heart and died at the tip of her tongue whenever she came to visit Armin. As Armin grew up, her visits became less frequent. With all the agony and anger in him, Armin never bothered to ask why. Moreover, he didn't want to cease those pixelated visits from her, however fleeting they became, they belonged to him and only him.
On his twentieth birthday, y/n went to the main court to join the celebration, mostly at his request. Amongst so many souls you felt lifeless as if you were a sculpture. And then, you saw the boy of fifteen who has reached his peak of youth. 
Armin still has those eyes of tragedy, that would tell you nothing except stories that never ended, stories that were abandoned by their auth,or or where the author had died before finishing it. But today, those blue eyes were not blue anymore. They were gleaming in hope and yearning as he watched you walking towards him surfing through the crowd.
Armin was sitting on the throne, with his cape flowing down past his ankles with the crown that sealed many fates of varied rulers. There was a line of visitors to meet him, you were one of them, just for today. Your turn came in “Happy birthday, your highness. Congratulations on your coronation. I wish you the very best of life.”, you uttered as you handed him the gift. He smiled. With a bow, you left his sight. That was it; nothing special happened. There were no secret smiles and stolen stares. It ended so soon, happened so fast that all you felt was remorse. But you did not let that linger on your mind since you knew that, late at night, when everyone would be asleep, Armin would come to visit you. He was not a creature of the night. You were. But it turned on you that very day when you waited for him till dawn.
A girl who had eternity started counting the days. 
Four weeks and three days have passed yet Armin neither came for a visit to the library nor wrote about his days in his journal. You remembered how he told you that you should not read his journal, it’s personal, he said yet would sometimes read from that very journal, just some musings. A few days later, you could hear his name in waves and in whispers, that he conquered several kingdoms, that he won many wars, and perhaps would conquer the whole world. The entire kingdom rejoiced at his success, however, you could not. You missed him. You mourned a living person since he never wrote about such dreams in his journal. Maybe that person was long-lost, somewhere in the pages of the books that anyone no longer bothered to read.
After almost five years, Armin returned home. He had abandoned all sorts of hope to see her again. The only girl who could feel what he was thinking, the only girl who could see behind his eyes, and live in between his bedsheets. He had desired her day and night, at each passing moment, in every way a man could ever desire a woman. He remembers the feeling, the feeling that has always haunted him since childhood, people called it love while Armin could call it burning, burning with desire, yet remained lifelessly indifferent about it. True love, as they said, but Armin thought it was punishment.
He was on horseback with his sword tucked in his belt which was made of gold and silver. His mantle shrouded the armor, which had witnessed many battles and mishaps, and was embedded with rare gems and pearls carving his family emblem on the mantle spread. His blue eyes wandered everywhere, he looked every bit of regal he was. 
His own home city felt foreign to him except her, except you, who stood young and beautiful amongst several bouquets of flowers receiving smiles and coins in exchange for said flowers in broad daylight. Even after five years, you look just the same; just like how he saw you that day on a full moon night for the first time. So many things to tell you, so many things to write in his journal yet all he could do was to watch you from a distance. 
Armin dismounted from the horse, and a gust of wind swayed his hood off, revealing his blonde hair that kissed his shoulder blades. There he was, standing on the opposite side of the lane, with his right arm resting on his sword, his azure eyes locked on you while everything around you seemed to evaporate. When you shifted your gaze from the customers onto him, his lips took an upward curve and your heartbeats ceased to exist. 
The lane between the two of you was filled with people that lead their life without being aware of the tragedies evoked by two distant souls. The dusk was approaching; the crimson sun rays fell short on them, for it witnessed two polar souls burn with desire for each other. It seemed like an endless twilight where only they could exist and none other. Armin took a step forward to cross the lane while all the flowers in the shop closed their petals as if they were to witness the greatest kiss of timeless love, but alas! Tragedy befell them.
It happened within a blink. When y/n opened her eyes, she watched Armin fall to his knees with a wound near his heart. The crowd became unruly; while everyone was fleeing from the scene your feet moved on their own to save him, to stop his bleeding, to do anything, anything at all that would save his life, but before you could barely cross half of the street, your senses betrayed you. It was such a mighty fall, for both of them.
“Oh! You’re awake?”, a bold voice, ruptured your eardrums that could still hear the screams of the locals. A finger traced your face as you opened your eyes, and you saw the face that you have mourned for so long, so silently, that you failed to realize the budding love at the bottom of your heart.
“Yo-you are okay?”, you gasped, blurted out in a hurry to check his wound. It was not there anymore. What actually happened back then?
“How can I not be?”Armin stated, taking a seat near you at the edge of the bed, “What was the last thing you remember, y/n?”, his fingers found their way irrevocably in between yours.
“... that you were bleeding. Everyone was running…to save …”, Armin placed his index on your lips saying, “I was wounded before I came to see you. I wanted to see you for the last time…”, he leaned against your forehead, continuing, “... but you, you y/n saved me.”
It must have been the power of love. A voice mocked the back of your head, but then  Armin showed you a pendant; the very pendant that you gifted him on his coronation day. It was embedded with magic. It carried the untimely dead souls, people who departed before their time came. 
“This. This has been saving me every time.”, Armin smiled looking at your astonished face. 
“You knew about me? All this time?”, you asked, a little offended by the childish tantrum he pulled. 
“Of course, love.”, he reported meekly before kissing your lips that he had been dying to taste. You moaned as he advanced his way, his hands palming your face. His touch was so tender and soft that it felt as if he was afraid to touch you, what if you break again?
You looked at him as your lips whispered, “Even before you touched me, I belonged to you, Armin. All you had to do was to look at me. I was right there, with you, the whole damn time.” 
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chosovixen · 1 year
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NSFW!!
tsukishima mocks your moans cause he thinks it funny, but lord forbid you do it. he’ll deny your orgasm for as long as he can until you apologize.
you’re on top of him, tits bouncing as you fuck yourself on his cock. you’re nearly reaching your orgasm as you feel the coil tightening in your stomach; it feels so good you can’t help but let out heavy moans as you breathe into the croak of his neck. 
his hands drop down to your ass as he guides you on his thick shaft. he bites your ear tenderly, then moans into your ear almost mockingly, same pitch, and he even lets out a breath as you did. you rise from his neck and still your hips. tsukishima doesn’t say anything but instead smiles at you and acts clueless. you return a sinister smile of your own before rolling your hips flush against his. completely catching him off guard; his face scrunches in pleasure, and his mouth makes an “o” shape as he hisses from the feeling. 
“fuck,” he whined when you raised your hips slightly and slammed back down onto him, repeating your actions and watching as he struggled to stop himself from coming. you bend down and lick his neck before moaning against his ear, “fuck“ in the most annoying and utterly displeasing voice possible.
you feel your hips still again, but now a harsh slap against your ass shocks you. tsukishima then flips you over so that he’s on top now and goes to town on that pussy. his grip on your hips becomes tighter as he slams his length into your already tender cunt. you grab onto the headboard as he continues to use your pussy however he pleases. groggy moans escape your throat as you feel the coil in your stomach returns.
“fuck tsuki, i’m gon-,“ you cry.
“you gonna cum?“ he tilts his head and smirks.
“yes, yes!“ now, screaming at the top of your lungs, you feel yourself about to release into extraordinary bliss.
“yeah?“ he mocks you one final time before your orgasm subsides when he pulls out and cums all over your stomach with a low groan. you’re about to say something when he grabs your jaw and squeezes tight enough to leave a mark.
“don’t fucking do that shit again, or else you won’t get to cum at all. got it?“
and you reluctantly nod your head.
“good, now apologize.”
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succubusmunson · 1 year
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I HAVE MORE!!
hey, you’re pretty and i’m cute. together we’d be pretty cute.
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I think we’d be the cutest together
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porchlightfairy · 1 year
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hope you're okay babes💛
heard your running out of ideas. *hands you a chunk of my brain*
movie date with steddie, but they can't keep theirs hands off you. you're sitting in the middle holding the popcorn and whenever they'd reach over to grab some they'd touch you by "accident."
when the movie is over you get up and leave without saying a word, they worry the might've taken it too far and being to throw out genuine apologizes, but you aren't trying to hear it. you've got a devious plan conjuring in your mind for when the three of you get back home.
tying them up and overstimulation!!
thank you for this one! Loved it so much! I kinda went crazy and it got super long.
so here ya go
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indouloureux · 1 year
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you’re boyfriend sounds surreal. i’m wishing y’all the best🥺💛
me too!!! hes rlly nice. he buys me food a lot. i like him thank u mwah mwah
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maycat-19-142 · 1 year
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may i request ushi taking you on a camping date. like roasting marshmallows, stargazing, splashing around in the river, basically the whole shebang💛
The camping date
A/n: let me know if I missed any warnings
⚠️: kissing, swimming, eating, fire,driving, and fluff
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You had to convince ushijima to go on this date he had never goon camping before. You drove with ushijima to the camp site which was not fair out from you home town.
You got to the site by the river. He doesn't let you carry everything that was bigger than you backpack. You had to fight him on letting you help put if the tent and air mattress. Finally after a few hours of unpacking and setting up you had finished.
You walked over to the community bathroom and came out in a swim suit. Ushi saw you and asked what you were doing and you explained that you were going swimming as you climbed the rocks down to the clear green water
He look at you as you got in and yelled up "it is warm" he turned his heed to the side and yelled down "I don't have a swim suit" you yelled back up "I packed one for you in the front pocket of my backpack." He nodded and grabbed the swim suit and walk to the community bathroom.
He came out and climbed down to join you. He swam over to you and you lightly splashed him. He splashed back. You just messed around in the water for a few minutes. You ended up kissing him on the tip of the nose. He ran his hand though you wet hair and kissed you. Soon you two climbed up the the camp.
You both dryed you hair and got changed. The time was around 7 and it was getting dark. You had started a fire as you sat in lawn chairs that you brought. Ushijima said next to you and rapped his arm around you shoulder as you cuddled in to his side.
You two had made hotdogs and now you were showing him how to make s'mors. "You put the marshmallows on the stick and keep it over the fire don't let is catch on fire." Yiu said to him as he followed you movements "like this and how long do you leave it over the fire." He asked asked "however as long as you like" you replied as he nodded.
After you finish the s'mors you took a walk as it was really dark out and you found a field and sat down. "Why did we stop" he asked joining to on the ground " star gazing you replied "if you look up you can see Sagittarius and leo" you pointed to the two  constellations. You see a small smile on his face and he wishpered "I love you" yiu look up at him and say "love you too toshi
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Thanks for the request. @chosovixen have a good day and night
Pixie out 🧚‍♀️
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smiley-babe · 10 months
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Ship your moots!
YAYY i finally got one of these!!!
@noritopia : draken, draken, drakennnn!!! she talks about him A LOT (i don’t mind at all cuz look at the man)!! but i really feel like she would be good for him frfr. they would be that type of couple that fits together like puzzle pieces and you can’t see one without the other.
@toychick : definitelyyyy with mitsuya! very much boyfriend material and i feel like he would make you so confident in yourself babes!! plus he’s really sweet and you deserve someone sweet.
@sirenspider : armin all the fucking way! or rengoku! they would be so obsessed with keyah i fucking know it!!! the hovering boyfriend type. whenever you’re talking or he’s talking he’s just there following you whenever you move somewhere else. they just love you soooo much!
@satorhime : i swear to god you would be so great with megumi 🥹 you two are… so cute! gumi is the type to go with you somewhere but then look lost whenever you’re talking to other people or walk off somewhere. he’s an antisocial mess and you’re his favorite person!! the connection is real deep.
@chosovixen : DENKI KAMINARI!!! do i even need to explain?! y’all are made for each other and you’ll live happily ever after frfr. i swear y’all will start with like a pillow fight and ends up in a mess of kisses and dry humping. y’all are very obsessed with each other.
@delirious-donna : KAKASHI!!!! i don’t need to explain this at all. honorable mention: ran haitani 😏
@luvkun4 : touya todoroki… you bring that man out of his shell and he lowkey fights it but he quickly becomes infatuated!! kind of hoards you from your friends (not in an unhealthy way but in a needy way). i see y’all as being very in tune with each other’s feelings. if one is upset, the other knows with just a look.
@spitcrank : you know this answer… fucking eren jarrell jeagar!!!!! y’all are so damn alike that it kinda starts a bit rocky but after some rough sheet tangling mind boggling sex i think y’all would be absolutely inseparable. he’s very all about you and is the type of boyfriend to basically hate everybody except his girl!! honorable mention tho: mikey 😏
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