#and yet. and yet. it just feels like its all falling apart. ive lost that compulsive thing thats always set in my chest

[littlelovelyra]

I'm with you - Astarion FanFic

Fem tav x Astarion

Tav is a bard

Summary: Unbeknownst to you, Astarion has realised that perhaps his plan is falling apart, you have felt him distancing himself for a few days. You now arrive at last light inn where one night Alfira asks you to perform one of your latest songs. Which leads to you and Astarion alone in your quarters later.

Notes: Ive written this based around a song by vance joy, there will be the use of the lyrics from the song (maybe a few changed lyrics) for the plot of this story, so you will be reading the song lyrics - if you wish to listen to how its meant to be sung, the song is called “Im with you” - I suck at fanfic writing but I day dream a lot and since hearing this song I have had this “encounter” in my head so I like to get it out.

Warnings: Fluff, Oral, PiV, fingering

MINORS DNI

He’s been distant, and you don't know why. You spend your time lost in thought, replaying moments in your mind, searching for what you might have done to push him away. He hasn't sought you out for his daily feeds either, which surely means he must be growing weak. The last time you were alone together was two days after obliterating the Githyanki Creche. You wonder if he's still mad about the blast from that weapon you triggered. But you'd asked him multiple times if he had forgiven you, and he had reassured you that it was in the past. He had even warned you that next time he would be the one to wield the powerful weapon, as if he were more responsible than you.

You arrived at Last Light Inn in what you believe to be the early hours of the morning, though time feels different here. Your companions insisted you take the single room available, with its own bed and privacy. Perhaps they don’t know that Astarion hasn’t visited you for the past three nights…

Three nights ago, you had quietly slipped into his tent for him to feed on you. You remember how gently he laid you down, cradling your head with his arm as he carefully kissed your neck before sinking his teeth in. You can still feel his other hand cupping your cheek, his thumb tracing loving circles around your jaw. His soft moans as he drank you in echoed in your mind. After he had his fill, he placed another tender kiss on your wounds and slowly pulled you into a long, slow kiss that felt earth-shatteringly intimate, something you had never felt from him before. Remembering the feel of his cold hands exploring your body with such tenderness and purpose sends a shiver through you, as if you can still feel his touch. The breathlessness you both shared while tangled together in a night of passion, only to wake up the next morning with him already gone. You wondered if you had imagined the love radiating from him.

But now, there is nothing but silence. Eye contact avoided. Your chest feels as if it has caved in. You don’t know how to repair this, so you do what you know best. You pick up your lute and begin to compose. After what seems like an eternity of trying to collect your thoughts, you compose something that perfectly captures how you feel in this moment. Yet, the heaviness still weighs deeply within you. Sighing to yourself, you set down the paper and your lute and decide to purchase a drink at the bar.

“It’s you!” A familiar voice calls out from across the room. You lift your head to see the friendly face of Alfira, a fellow bard. You meet her smile with one just as wide and pull her into a warm embrace.

“I’m so glad you made it here, Alfira! I hope you’ve been keeping yourself out of trouble!” you say, holding her at arm’s length, taking her in. She seems healthy and safe.

“Well, it’s all thanks to you, Tav! I’ve been keeping out of trouble, just working on my music. In fact, I’ve been providing entertainment here for a while. I thought this place needed some nightly music to lift everyone’s spirits… OH! YES! I have the BEST idea!”

You know where this is going, and you don’t like it.

“You need to play here tonight, Tav! Please!” Her eyes are practically sparkling with excitement.

“Look, Alfira, I’m sure nobody wants to hear my stuff. Yours is probably way more interesting.”

“Nonsense.” She looks around the bar and loudly announces, “Who wants to hear Tav tonight instead of me?”

Gale, being Gale, yells in agreement, and the rest of the bar follows suit. You shoot daggers at him, who holds his hands up in surrender, offering an apologetic smile.

“I suppose I can, but one song only, Alfira.” You offer her a small smile. One song—you can handle it. It will be fine.

“Amazing! I heard some music coming from your room before, which is why I came inside. I’d like to hear that one, please! OH, I can’t wait. This is going to be AMAZING!”

Before you can protest the song choice, she gives you a quick hug and exits the building, spreading the news of your performance.

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You spent the rest of the day polishing the lyrics of the song, and the time has finally come to head out and wait for Alfira to bring you up on the makeshift stage set in the corner of the room.

“We have an exceptional surprise for you all tonight! Our very own Tav will be performing one of her latest compositions! Please help me in welcoming her up!” Alfira extends her hand out and you sheepishly take it to hop up on the platform. Casting a look around the room you take a moment to compose yourself, this is what you did for a living before all hell broke loose. You can do this… and that’s when you see him lingering in the back, swirling his drink in his hand, his gaze completely fixed on you. You inhale deeply and you begin to play your new song, your stare never leaving his as you sing…

“I saw you standing there, the curls in your hair, the way it came tumbling down, just like a waterfall. And if you need a light I’ll be the match to your candle My Darling I’m ready, to burst into flames for you.”

Holding his stare you see something flicker in those ruby eyes but you continue without faltering.

“I was just coasting till we met. You remind me just how good it can get..

Well I’ve been on fire dreaming of you Tell me you don’t, it feels like you do Looking like that you’ll open some wounds… How does is start and when does it end? I’ve only been here for a moment but I know I want you But is it too soon? To know that I’m with you? There’s nothing I can do”

“There's nothing I won't do to see you shine I'll swing for the fences I'll run to the line And it's high time that you love me 'Cause you do it so well Oh darling, I'm with you There's nothing I won't do…”

You concluded the song, and the entire Last Light Inn erupted in cheers and hollers of approval. It had been a long time since you had experienced such genuine appreciation for your music, and your heart swelled with gratitude. You offered a small bow from the waist and made your way off the platform, shaking a few hands along the way. Alfira had returned to the stage, and the entertainment resumed.

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After a brief conversation with some of your companions, you excuse yourself and head to your room. Placing your lute gently on the table, you begin to prepare for bed, starting to undress. As you stand in your underclothes, a sudden chill envelops you from behind, causing your body to tense. You inhale a familiar scent - bergamot, rosemary, and a hint of aged brandy - and realize that you are not alone.

"Hello, darling," he breathes into your ear as he places a hand on your bare waist, sending a cold shiver down your spine. You slowly turn to face him, lifting your gaze to meet his. A thousand questions scream in your eyes, and you can tell he clearly sees them.. Before you can even form a sentence his mouth is on yours, with heated desperation his hands moving across the fullness of your body, taking you in, holding you as if he would never hold you again. Your questions vanish and nothing but desire flows through you down to your precious core that is aching with need for him. In an instant he’s guided you to the bed in the corner, placing you down, his kisses never missing a beat as he undresses you. The peaks of your breasts swell with anticipation as he scatters kisses down your neck, across your collarbone and eventually sucks in one of the tender peaks. A moan escapes your lips as you feel his hand moving toward your core.

He finds the bundle of nerves that eagerly await his touch and he begins rubbing slow circles around your clit.

“Astarion.’ You breathe out in a soft moan that sends him trailing kisses down your body until his head is at your very centre. You arch your back in anticipation, your body begging his mouth to find its home.

He lets out a soft growl as he buries his head in you, his tongue expertly delivering long calculated strokes, flicks and swirls. As he feels your body nearing its end he curls two fingers inside you and pumps them in and out while completely devouring you. You feel yourself becoming light headed and your body shaking as the wave comes crashing down. You let out a loud moan as you completely shatter around his face.

Astarion comes back up to you slowly cleaning his fingers off with his mouth while never breaking his stare. He slowly brings his face to yours kissing you deeply and you feel his hardness through his clothes pressing against you. A soft gasp escapes your lips as he undoes his trousers, springing free you feel his hardened flesh on yours.

While never breaking his kiss he slowly eases himself into you, the two of you exhaling the moment he fills and stretches you. He moves in and out in a slow rhythm, one almost matching the composition you had performed earlier. You can feel the passion and heat with every kiss and every pump that fills you.

“Astarion…” you whisper between his kisses, his pace quickens as if a torch had been lit under him, he drives into you harder, faster more desperate and you can feel him reaching his end. You are not even aware that you are doing it, its as if its become instinct, you turn your head exposing your neck, an invitation for him to have complete satisfaction. Without hesitation he sinks in groaning so loud you swore you felt the bed shake. You can feel his body starting to twitch and buckle as he comes undone, you find yourself exploding in ecstasy with him.

The two of you lay there, breathing heavy. All is silent for a moment until his gaze meets yours.

“Why?” You manage to choke out, your throat tightening. You wish you could demand answers, explain your hurt, anything but this pathetic whimpering mess. Your eyes are stinging while you hold back tears, screaming to yourself in your mind that you will NOT cry.

Astarion’s ruby eyes slowly scan your face, understanding flickering through them and his face softens; you think you see a hint of shame there.

“I was afraid,” he whispered softly. “I… I’m not good for you, Tav.”

You look at him and place a hand on his face. “Let me decide what is good for me. Please. It's okay to be afraid… I thought I had done something wrong. I thought… I thought you grew tired of me.”

Pain flickers across his features that vanishes all too quickly and is replaced with a quiet chuckle. “You do everything right, Tav… I cannot fault you on anything. As for growing tired of you? I don’t think I would ever be capable of doing that… ever… and perhaps that’s what scares me the most.”

You understand now. For an immortal, growing close to someone must be a frightening thing. Maybe, just maybe, the two of you could find a way for you to be with him forever.

You keep your thoughts to yourself and softly place a kiss on his lips.

He smiles and whispers, “For the record, Love, I’m with you too.”

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[opens-up-4-nobody]

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#oh lads. its not looking good for my genomics exam on Thursday. its all fucked #i dunno. its just been a weird day. bc one of my lab mates is getting ready to go to the astr0biology science conference #and its just so wild how i got here. into the perfect position. i have a great advisor. a great phd project. a committee member who is super #integrated with n4sa astr0biology projects. and so many of the instructors are amazing. my genomics prof is terrifyingly smart #so is my advisor and his wife. and the program is great. ecology and Evolution. its perfect. its all perfect #and yet. and yet. it just feels like its all falling apart. ive lost that compulsive thing thats always set in my chest #and now all i want to do is lay on the floor and cry and sleep and not do anything. why am i so tired? #its just so frustrating. and im sure ive got the most wretched vibes bc im constantly like 1 comment away from bursting into tears #like 2 weeks and its done. then im off to find a summer job. and find a long term job. and consider throwing away everything ive ever worked #toward. just let it all burn. im so tired. and i dont get to see my therapist until Monday. thats gonna b fun #hi. hello. since last i saw you my life has crumbled into pieces. ugh. i just dont wanna fail this genomics exam but it looks like that's #where we're headed. maybe i should have just dipped out of these last 3 weeks. but no. i didnt want to leave the lady i ta for 100 lab #reports to unexpectedly have to grade 4 days before grades are due. ugh. itll b fine. i mean it wont but whatever #unrelated

[downfallofi]

The incredible depression of like, it doesnt matter where you go, there you are.

#Real talk Ive been telling myself I wanna look at maybe moving on in a year or two #Because like the bickering the drama the actual borderline abuse and just all of it #Its a lot #But like #It feels like it doesnt matter #That nothing matters #That it doesnt matter where I go #Ive bounced around for over a decade almost two at this point #And everything always falls apart #This? Tonight? fucking yet again wanting to cry in the kitchen because I fucked something up? #This may honestly be the best I can get #Anywhere #At any time #And Ive lost so many friends and lost everything I ever had and now I just feel like #I dont have a fucking right to inflict myself on anywhere or anyone else #Because it doesnt matter where I go it just... isnt going to fit #and i dont think ill ever be able to make it fit #Sorry #Depressing tags are depressing #Long tags are long #S been that kind of night #Long post nobody read

[zafrinaxyz]

𓄼ralak x f ༅ metkayina!reader

18+ 𓄼 iv - blowjob 𓄹 m.list

ralak is an OC by @ zestys-stuff . mates . bj [m receiving]

you can't seem to stop staring. your mind has fully taken over. you were standing right outside of the marui's entryway, & he had just gotten out of the water. he has not noticed you yet, thank eywa. large fish on his back, supported by one arm dangling over his shoulder. you wanted to eat him alive

you slipped inside and made your way over to your shared bed, with a few moments later he slipped inside behind you, drenched from the ocean, sending you a quick smile. he was solely focused on preparing dinner, while your thoughts had other plans

you just knew it was hanging low, half hard, crying out to be touched. he was always wanting you... it only took a few seconds of caressing, kissing and light touches and he was ready. how you would continuously tease him while clear precum made its way out in beads out of his needy head. his groans would rumble throughout his chest, silently dying for more. it's when you would finally connect your lips, worshipping the tip and collecting all of the clear substance, but to no avail as more would continue to flow. up at the top on his back, your mate's mouth is wide open, reveling in the feeling of your heavenly mouth. he would reach down and grab a handful of your hair, and guide you to take his full length, unable to resist anymore. the desperation made you giggle around him, but you oblige your absolutely gorgeous provider

first you would start slow, lubing him up and feeling him start to fully harden. he releases your hair and throws his hands behind his head, not wanting to obstruct his perfect view. what on pandora did he do to deserve you

believing he is well prepped and ready, you introduce one hand to simultaneously stroke him while the other massages his heavy pair. he lets out a moan as he is beginning to get closer. his abdomen constricting time and time again. you change both hands to stroking, releasing him from your mouth to shoot a quick smile at the man falling apart below you. he is halfway gone, breathing out a quick laugh and throwing his head back against the bedding. you begin to leave open mouth kisses along the ridges and lines of him, wanting to make sure he knew how much he is loved & appreciated. and for the hell of it, giving him a very small & light bite for good measure, earning an almost-like growl

you resumed your stroking, returning your mouth to him and increasing your speed. his breathing increased and his chest fell and rose dramatically. all it took was one deep intake of your throat, and he held you in place instantly by your hair and released down your throat, painting your pink walls in white. you slowly let him go, making sure none of his released escaped.. using your hair as a guide, he brought you into a messy and frantic kiss, both of you feeling as though the room was on fire ...

"tahni"

he was kneeling right in front of you on the ground with his cloth still on. you jumped out of your dirty thoughts, looking at him with wide eyes and a blank expression. he was holding a leaf with dinner right in front of you. he eyed you suspiciously, wondering what was going thru your mind

you quickly took your food and nodded, hoping he didn't notice how flustered you were. ''would you like some of your favorite drink from the top shelf?'' his deep voiice enveloped you, while gently rubbing your calf. you cleared your throat, feeling as though you may have lost your voice

''yes please... thank you''

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[nyxronomicon]

Part iv: One More Time

ex-husband!Geto x fem!reader

reader: she/her pronouns, wears a skirt/dress, tits & vagina pet names: my love note: I use MC in the place of y/n because I prefer it cw: coercion & dub-con (reader is drunk), manipulation, choso sleeping in the room you're getting freaky in, religious themes, yandere!Geto, fake boyfriend scenario, penetration, creampie, fingering, overstim

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Despite your better judgment, you gave in to him. Just like you always did. Your buzz was fading, so you downed the half glass of wine you'd forgotten on the table.

Suguru took the hint and sensually kissed your neck again, sliding his hands down your thighs to find the hem of your skirt. He was still painfully slow, taking his time feeling you again as your hips rocked against his.

"Suguru…" you whispered as he kissed you, his lips covering every inch of your exposed skin yet still respectful of the dress you were wearing. "I jus'..." You had a slight slur to your speech. He recognized this as the level of drunk where you get honest.

"This is bad for me. You're bad for me…" you continued as he peppered kisses down your cleavage. "It doesn't mean anything , ok 'Guru?"

Suguru was stunned at how much this felt like it used to. Like you never left him to begin with. He was sure you felt the same way, why else would you tell him how little it meant to you if not to try to convince yourself?

"Of course not, my love." He whispered back, staying focused on making you feel good. He pushed the spaghetti straps of your dress over your shoulders, exposing more of your breasts that he promptly kissed.

"No… not your love…" you mumbled. He shifted on the couch again, making the couch squeak. You froze in place, glazing over at Choso who was still snoring away on the bed. You were at the point where you no longer wanted him to wake up and stop this. The damage was done.

You put no more thought into your fake boyfriend after feeling Suguru's thick cock pressed against your sex. Nothing but a few layers of fabric separated you, and the urge to feel him inside you again was raging in your core.

Suguru hadn't skipped a beat, feeling the heat of your skin and your uneven breaths told him everything he needed to continue. "You missed me too. I can tell."

"No…" You sighed with pleasure, refuting his claim more out of habit than anything.

"No? Then what are you feeling?" He whispered. His voice was tender and affectionate. He didn't want to force you into anything. That was part of the reason you'd divorced him to begin with.

"Feeling…" you closed your eyes, pushing all distractions aside for a moment.

Suguru was everything when you closed your eyes. His hands had pushed the hem of your skirt all the way up your thighs, holding your hips still against his, making sure his cock was nestled against your sex through the layers of fabric. Feeling his size against you so tightly made you yearn for him, remembering how easily he could get you to fall apart in a way no other man had.

Your dress had fallen off your breasts entirely, and Suguru's wandering kisses took its place keeping you warm. Your head tilted back as you felt his tongue against your nipple, a light moan dripping from your lips by accident when his tongue swirled around the hard nub.

You could feel the heat in your core quickly rising, his touch so familiar and intimate. He knew everything about you, your body, your mind. He even knew how much you missed him before you did, which made it all the more dangerous to admit the truth. And yet, your mind wasn’t quite clear enough to stop yourself. You were lost in the nostalgia, stuck in his little trap that he’d designed to bring you back. To make you his again.

"You're right…" your words were breathy, you weren't really even processing them as you spoke. Never mind the alcohol, his presence was intoxicating. Every moment you spent with him left you wanting more.

"I'm right?" His movements stopped but your body yearned for him to continue. "I want to hear you say it." You pouted, looking into his molten brown eyes again. You couldn't resist him at this point even if you wanted to.

"I missed you." You whispered, cautiously pressing your lips to his, knowing those words were a mistake. Far more than any actions you’d taken until now.

He immediately kissed you back, more reckless now that you weren’t holding yourself back. But there was something needy behind it, like those were the words he’d been waiting to hear all this time. You pulled away, looking into his eyes with a soft gaze.

You were in it now. Even if you stopped yourself, Suguru knew he’d won this round. You were so pent up and needy, his touch sparking your desire so deliberately.

He flashed a flirty grin as you rocked your hips against him, inspiring him to trail his fingers up your thigh to your sex. He felt your folds through your panties, slowly stroking his thumb over the fabric as he looked back at you with those lonely eyes.

Choso’s presence returned to your mind, knowing the longer you kept this up, the more likely he was to wake up and see how wrong the plan had gone. Yet, you couldn’t ignore the way Suguru looked at you. It was like he was begging for just a little more, and the way your pussy fluttered at his touch had you subconsciously rocking your hips against him again.

It was subtle at first. The friction as you rubbed against his bulge felt good. Suguru was an expert at building you up slowly, making sure your arousal has piqued before making you cum. His fingers kept rubbing your pussy, gradually intensifying his movements. He started kissing your neck again, sucking and biting you as you finally embraced the pleasure his touch was bringing you.

Your brain was getting muddied. The rigid walls and barriers you’d built against him had been torn down one by one, and Suguru Geto had gotten exactly what he wanted. You. And you were letting him get away with it.

Suguru pushed your panties to the side and pushed his fingers down your slit, feeling how wet you were. "That’s my girl…" He mumbled into your ear, biting your earlobe as he stroked your folds. Your breathing was labored as he continued, his touch getting a little rougher when he found your clit.

"My love," Suguru raised his hips, his bulge prodding you again. You wanted his cock so badly it was embarrassing. He continued to whisper in your ear, "I would do anything for another chance. Please."

"Guru…" you mumbled back, barely able to control your volume. The pet name made his heart leap, knowing it was always reserved for intimate moments like this.

"I know." He stopped your thoughts, talking you through them as he fingered your clit more intentionally. Your back arched in pleasure as he continued to whisper. "You’re not sober now. But I know you feel it too. We belong together."

"I've put you through so much." He started sucking your neck again between thoughts, the feel of his teeth against your soft skin making you shudder. "Even I know that… but I would do anything for you… if you would just…"

You were panting, his fingers and mouth pushing you to the edge as he whispered. You could feel pleasure washing through you, the familiar rush of ecstasy coming closer and closer as he continued.

"Let me worship you." Suguru's hips rolled against yours, responding to how desperate you seemed. How close he knew you were.

"Yes… Guru…" your voice was a whimper, your whole body electrified as you twitched in pleasure.

"Good girl." He sounded husky in your ear as your orgasm hit, squirting all over his hand and pants as your body tensed up. He kept rubbing you through your high, savoring each aftershock as you trembled against his fingers.

Slowly, you relaxed against him. You were too tired to fight your desire to return to his side, too drunk to let go, or maybe just too stupid to care. It didn't matter. You rested your head on his chest, anyway. It felt like home.

"Is my love tired?" Suguru whispered. Your mind blasted alarms at the pet name, but you were too exhausted to fight it anymore. Or perhaps you wanted this too.

"Guru…" you nuzzled closer to him. This feeling was so familiar but so distant at the same time. "… we're divorced…" It almost seemed like you were talking to yourself.

Suguru stroked your hair, holding you against his chest. "Just let me pretend we're not for this weekend."

You were silent. Your sensitive pussy still ached as it rubbed against his stiff bulge. His body was so warm, his scent so decadent. His presence was so soothing, you hated how calm and at peace you felt in his arms.

"And then what?" Your voice was soft, unsure.

"Do you want me to promise to leave you alone?" Suguru sighed. "You know I can't do that. I've been trying for a year to get over you and I can't. I still think about you every day. I yearn for your touch, your kiss… I spend every moment thinking about you."

"Suguru… it has taken me all this time to piece my self esteem back together. I still haven't repaired most of the friendships I lost because of you." You felt hypocritical clinging to him like this as you spoke, but you were too comfortable to move.

"What about our friendship? Could we rebuild that?" As he spoke, you squeezed your eyes shut.

You lifted your head to look at him, and he looked back at you with glossy eyes. He placed his hand on your cheek, making eye contact with you. "I need you." He sounded so vulnerable.

Suguru was wearing down your resolve bit by bit. Without thinking, you pressed a kiss to his lips again, the passion between you still burning just like the first time. You could still feel his clothed cock pressing against your sex. You were conflicted, wanting more of him but not wanting to cross the boundaries you'd made to protect yourself.

Although, you'd crossed many of those boundaries already.

"One more time." He whispered in your ear. You felt his bulge twitch, knowing what he was asking for. "Just for tonight. Let me fuck you one last time."

Your mind was still a little scrambled from the wine, and your body was still sensitive from cumming earlier. He held your hips, slowly pushing himself against you to remind you of his size. You gasped silently, glancing at Choso, who was still sound asleep.

Suguru placed a hand on your cheek, directing your attention back to him. He kissed you deeply; he was done asking for your permission. He quietly flipped you on your back, hovering over you on the couch.

"It doesn't have to mean anything." He kissed your neck. "... just need you one more time, promise." You were panting, his hands finding where you were sensitive. You knew you should say no, but he felt so good. Truth be told, you often still thought about the way he fucked you.

"One more time." You repeated, giving him the permission he wasn't going to ask again for.

He kissed your neck with more passion as you heard the clinking of his belt, soon feeling his bare cock mingling between your thighs. You sighed as he directed the tip into your folds, taking his time to swipe it between them and get it wet.

With a breathy moan, he finally began slowly pushing himself in, his patience dwindling now that your warmth wrapped around him. You both were trying to be silent as he bottomed out, but only a sleeping man wouldn't hear the panting and soft groans coming from the two of you.

"Fuck…" Suguru whispered, burying his head in the crook of your neck. "This feels… better than I remember…" he started pumping in and out of you, the friction instantly dialing up the heat in your core.

You were oversensitive from earlier, your pussy fluttering around him as he prodded your g spot. You forgot how good the sex was with him. It was like his cock was made for you, filling you perfectly and hitting you just right. Just a few minutes of his thrusting and you felt your rational thought disappear, your body doing all the thinking now.

"Feels so good… my love…" Suguru was absolutely shameless, knowing at this point you were too fucked out to care what pet names he used. He was intentionally sewing them back into your mind, reminding you how good it feels to be his love. If only he could get you to say it back.

Suguru's long dry spell and the languid make-out session had him on the edge already, his cock throbbing with pleasure as he haphazardly rammed into you. He wanted to cum so badly already, your tight grip around him. "Can I... my love?"

"Can you...?" You whispered back, heavy breaths tickling his neck.

"C-cum inside..." he sounded so needy. Desperate. Like he was about to fall apart regardless of your answer. You knew you should say no. The single last salvation for the evening- making him pull out like a one-night stand. But you knew he was clean. He admitted he hadn't fucked since the divorce. You were on birth control, so that wasn't a concern either.

It was the intimacy that concerned you. Well, it should have. Your walls had crumbled and Suguru was in your heart again. The throbbing of his cock made your whole body shudder, and you hated to admit it. You hated to admit that you'd cum again if he filled your aching hole with his seed. You hated that in the heat of the moment, the breathy moan that fell from your lips, just before an almost silent "Yes."

"Mmh," He grunted, his body tense as he slammed into you a few more times. Whimpers seeped into his erratic breaths and you suddenly felt his cum shoot against your cervix. It triggered your sensitive cunt to tighten around him, the pleasure of another orgasm rushing through you as he rode out his high, riding yours with it.

As the two of you stilled, both attempting to catch your breath, you glanced over at Choso. He remained blissfully asleep, none the wiser about the sinful deed you'd just done. Suguru remained nestled deeply inside you, peppering kisses on your neck.

"That was... incredible, my love." He whispered in your ear.

"Guru..." you sighed, body buzzing with the fading ecstasy. As your post-nut clarity kicked in, you realized you never really stopped loving him, either. The one-night stands, the dates. It was all a distraction. There was nothing substantial behind it. And if Suguru really had changed (he hadn't), maybe you were being too cruel by not giving him another chance (you weren't).

But it was late, and you were drunk. Even though every cell in your body ached to be intwined with him for the rest of eternity, you knew Suguru Geto. You knew what he would do if you gave him that power over you again. But still, after asking him to leave, you found yourself seriously considering taking him back. Just according to Suguru's plan. 

#jjk geto #geto suguru #geto x reader #jjk x reader #jujutsu geto

[daedalusdavinci]

"If we get caught kissing in a small, dark, kind of shady alleyway, it's on you." twomatch. or whatever. i never remeber that ship name

ive done this prompt before with these exact same characters, but i really like it, and its been a while, so im going to give a rewrite a swing. maybe my writings improved

"If we get caught kissing in a small, dark, kind of shady alleyway, it's on you," Matches says, but there's a smirk on his lips as he pulls Two Face back against the brickwork.

"Well, maybe you shouldn't have sidetracked me," Two Face says, the same playfulness reflected back in how he lets the warmth of their bodies collide, lips almost touching, but not quite. It's a tease, knuckles brushing against Matches's cheek as his smile hovers close to the corner of his mouth, but doesn't close the distance- not yet.

Two Face loves the way Matches grins in moments like this, caught somewhere between that cocksure, sly amusement, and the more genuine fondness that burns underneath it. Calloused palms smooth across Two Face's chest, bold and burning, and then his fingers hook into Two Face's vest again, keeping him in close. He touches Two Face like he has ownership on it, always unfaltering and unapologetic in the way he draws him in. "Ain't it your job to keep me on track? You're the boss, aren't you?"

"Since when have you ever done what I've asked?"

"When you ask real pretty," he says, so smug and cocky that Two Face ought to shoot him, if he wasn't so fucking smitten. As it is, his fingers pull on Two Face's vest, and finally, Two Face gives, meeting him in a kiss.

It's the kiss that really betrays Two Face. It's so slow and filled with warmth, there's no mistaking the affection he hides so poorly, instantly marking him as one of those few villains stupid enough to allow himself love. He kisses Matches like he loves him, catching him in the little moments they manage to steal with the foolish, doting affection of a husband welcoming a partner home after some time away. It's one of the stupidest things he's ever done, especially with a henchman as difficult to tie down as Matches.

But Matches already knows. For his part, the way he touches Two Face is where all of his bluster falls apart, the hand that rises to cup the side of Two Face's neck too gentle for the careless attitude he puts on. He touches Two Face like something delicate, sometimes- like something he's already lost, and will spend the rest of his life putting back together. If Matches doesn't love Two Face, then it must be something like it, because he cares too much for anyone in their line of work.

When they part, Two Face can still feel Matches's smile, brushed into the corner of his mouth as their foreheads lean together. "Ask me something," Matches says. His thumb follows the divot of a thick patch of scarring on Two Face's neck, his shoulders against the brick, his back arched into Two Face just to press a little closer. The twist of his mouth is like a dare, sly and tempting, and Two Face has never been good at avoiding his traps.

Two Face steps into it: "Come home with me." He wants to put his hands in Matches's shirt and watch the way he unravels in his sheets. He can picture Matches with coffee in hand and the warm light of the kitchen on his face, and he wants it, wants to step away from the chaos and danger of being a villain for a night and fall into Matches for as long as he'll let him. Sometimes it makes him feel mad, the way he wants Matches- like a sailor following a siren call, irrational with a desire he didn't know he had. He never seems to get anything done with Matches around, and most maddening of all, he never really minds.

Matches's smile cracks into a grin. He kisses Two Face again, pushing away from the wall and into him this time, hands sliding into his jacket to his sides. "You gonna make that curry of yours?"

"Darling, I'll make you whatever you want, if you slow down enough to eat it," Two Face teases.

Matches hums, leaning into his hold as his arms go around him and nosing at his jaw. "Mm, I can think of something I wanna eat."

Two Face's laugh is rough and snorting. It's a terrible laugh, like a lifetime of smoking glass shards echoed in a harsh rasp, but Matches seems to adore it, pecking a kiss under his jawline. "Come on. Take me home."

"Now I'm just doing what you want," Two Face says, amused. Still, he steps back out of their embrace, his hand slipping to catch on Matches's. When they walk, they walk together, calloused fingers tangled tight in his own.

#this ones much shorter than the last one i wrote but im really enjoying the direction it took #i really do love twos and matches having kind of a playful flirty dynamic even despite the crazy underlying angst #this feels to me kindof like what 2f wanted his relationship w matches to be in the jdau #asks #ashysiashy #twomatches #twobats #bruharvey #bruce wayne #two face #harvey dent #matches malone #tumblr drabbles

[allthethingsiwishyousaid]

¡Mirror! Yoru x Reader

ive had this idea in my head for awhile, im not sure i executed the prompt exactly how i imagined it in my head. the idea was that reader came across yoru's omega counter part after the alpha earth yoru died, and yoru comes across the readers alpha counter part, whos omega version died. both of which having a romantic relationship with eachother on their earths so when they see eachother after both experiencing their deaths its like them reuniting again except through a different version of themselves.

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You knew it wasnt him. Well, in a sense, technically, it was. But it wasnt your him, because it wasnt your Yoru.

It wasnt the boy you spent years getting to know, initial hatred falling into partnership, which slowly fell into lust.

It wasnt the Yoru you slowly had fallen inlove with, or the Yoru you spent every second with in and out of the protocol.

It wasnt the Yoru who didnt come back from the mission you begged him not to go on knowing what the inevitable fate that followed it was.

That Yoru was gone, permanently.

Yet there he was standing within feet of you, tangible.

For a second you couldnt almost believe that it wasnt him, it looked just like him. He definitely shared a face but not the same memories.

He wore the same jacket, and his haired geled up in his same signature style. His eyes full of so much life just as once your Yoru's had.

You were more than aware of what agreeing to these missions intitled to, and that was running the risk of fatefully encountering the version of him that wasn't yours.

It'd break you.

Before coming onto the field, you were sure youd be able to keep your composure. It wasnt gaureenteed omega Earth would deploy his dopple ganger but every mission was a gamble to how you'd react upon seeing him.

You didnt hold together well.

Frozen you just stared at him, as he stared back at you. Similiar expression on his face, pure shock. Almost like he couldnt believe you were standing infront of him.

What felt like hours, which must had been no more the a mere few seconds had gone by you were finally broken from your trance when the enemy Yoru spoke up.

"(Y/N)..?"

Not only did he look like your Yoru, the similiarity in his voice was uncanny.

You couldnt react verbally, instead, gently reaching your hand to his cheek, you softly caress his face. You dont know what possessed you to do such things, after all you were aware that this wasnt your Yoru and you were sent to eliminate any omega agents.

But then again what were you supposed to do, the shell of someone who was once the love of your life, the existence of your being, was standing right infront of you again after being so long apart.

Maybe its because you were scared to lose him again, if you werent to touch him he vanish completely like he once did before.

Though this time when you touched him he wasnt cold. Taking in the warmth against your palm. You couldnt believe you were actually touching him again. You had been longing for feeling his warmth once more, the feeling that had been so wrongfully stripped from you.

To your surprise, he didnt pull away, or even react to your touch. He stood there, unable to fathom the fact that you were standing within inches of him now.

Thats when you lost all composure. You threw your arms around the familiar body, squeezing as tightly as you could.

He didnt hug back.

It wasnt his (Y/N) and he knew that.

Just like he wasnt your Yoru.

But you didnt care if it was him or not. A vessel which resembled him stood infront of you, and that was an opportunity you couldnt pass by.

There was always the chance he could just kill you, instantly. Though you wouldnt mind, atleast youd finally be back with your Yoru if that were the case.

Perhaps everytime you got sent out on one of these missions, that it was the end goal. A part of you desperately wish death would grant you the sweet release of freedom. You wouldnt die corwardly alone like you initially planned, instead a hero on the field just like Yoru had.

There was so much you had to say to him. But to the man you were about to speak to it would be words of obscenity.

He doesnt know you.

He doesnt know.

Reality set in, like a painful punch to the gut. You quickly had released the omega agent, realizing your vulnerable state.

"I'm so sorry Yoru. Im sorry I couldnt be there for you when you needed me most."

But again he didnt say anything.

Face to face now, you could finally see how empty his eyes really looked, lifeless, contrary to what you believed to have seen.

He had experienced the pain and loss just as you once did. Deep down he knew the extent of your pain. The sleepless nights, the endless nightmares.

You both craved the touch of death.

Closing your eyes you slowly await your fate, acceptance and remorse fuel your body. Its your time, you needed it to be your time.

However you await a fate you arent granted.

Nothing but silence accompanies you.

Sheepishly you open your eyes to see Yoru no longer in your presence. Dread, yet a sense of melancholy fills the atmosphere.

It feels like the same person had died twice that day.

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this was my first fic guys pls be nice idk what im doing lol. i hope u enjoy it!! feel free to send val requests ill write for more people in the future.

#valorant #valorant x reader #yoru #yoru x reader #val #yoru valorant #valorantangst #angst #valorant headcanons #yn #x yn #x reader #valorant fanfiction #ryu #ryu x reader

[malt-rants-and-stuff]

Hiii malt :3 ask game time… thoughts on shirashiro (shirahama tashiro) GO! And any other shirahama ships you feel strongly about :3

SUNNYYYYYY HIIII okay okay i feel like we all know i have unending thoughts and ideas about shirahama kyouji and his relationships right this is common knowledge now. shirashiro is so... i have feelings about them

in canon context. mmm i love them but i cannot see it but also it does definitely compel me. ive entertained the thought of them before but for me it just comes down to them being more fun to think of as platonic. howeverrr, if they were to be together or at least if they were to like each other? well then there would be thoughts I could have.

like, say you have this friend. and for the purpose of this thought bubble we will say that this friend is named something that starts with a T. so say you have this friend and youve known each other since middle school. you are both close and arent, best friends yet acquaintances, you know what i mean.

say this friend who's name ends in ashiro goes to the same high school as you and you drift apart for a little bit. he has his friends and you're content just existing. but then one day you suddenly find yourself hanging out with them and things spiral. say you find yourself liking his friends, opening up to them in the strange trying-to-be uncommitted way that you do. say your friend invites you to join clubs with him and you are there to watch him amble around through life trying to find a Something for himself. say you watch him and you realize just how well you know him. accidentally of course. you'd never go out of your way to know someone like that who isn't a girl you're trying to date. obviously. but you find yourself recognizing what he's doing and why he does it and you try to help but there arent really words to say about this sort of thing.

say you think about the high school experience, growing and growing and somehow changing in ways you didn't expect. say your friend joins a certain club and you arent too into it but you come along just to see how things are. and while youre there you see your friend, who you have know for a good amount of time, act in a way you haven't really seen before. and you know that to anyone else it wouldn't be too out of the ordinary and to be honest its not that big of a deal but you still find yourself noticing it anyways. and you both want to quit that same club. for the same reasons (for sure, definitely) and you get to quit and leave and he's still there and he stays and it sticks to you.

i was going a lot of places with this but halfway though i went outside and became normal again and also kinda lost my train of thought so forgive me im just gonna explain where i was going with this in a not neurotic way (lies)

so shirahama. that guy. i like to think he would have a crush on tashiro in middle school that you can only have on your best friend. i think he would be seeing everyone around them dating and falling in love and go "i want that. how do i get that?" and then find himself falling for tashiro. i think tashiro has no thoughts about dating shirahama until second year (and give me a moment on that one.) and i think that shirahama forces himself to move on from his crush to "grow up" so to speak in between middle and high school. i think that even then he never lets himself forget about it and it haunts him and he can never get a date because he wants it to keep haunting him. shirashiro join the ping-pong club, two go in one comes out. absolute bloodbath. and in the end shirahama gets what he wanted. his friend is somehow a lot happier in his weird little Club with his weird little Thing that he has with the president ("previous president!" shirahama gives him a look that says the distinction doesn't really matter to him but the look thrown back makes him realize it should) and vice president. and you see now here is where i come back to that part about second year.

because. the thing is. well. tashiro does think about shirahama. maybe not in the same way all the time or as often or as deeply. but he does. he thinks about everything and everyone, really, so it shouldn't really stand out so much but it does. second year comes and relationships bloom (or he thinks they do) and festivals are had and its... fine. and then it just sort of happens. like it jumps into him mind "oh wouldn't that be something." and he acts like it wouldn't be and that he never thinks about it again but he does and its hilarious. a grand old comedy show. shirahama walks out stage left and tashiro has forgotten where he was supposed to stand. it can never happen at the right time and their feelings chase on the tails of one another and its just a fun time. tashiro kind-of-sort-of-not-really gets over it by third year but then oops, what's this, he's grown taller and shirahama cant help but notice the little ways tashiro has changed since way back when and now he's back in the pit. cue laugh track.

and yeah that's kinda how they are in my mind. but now if you want to get into other shirahama ships... well hold on i will continue in another reblog

#thank you for the ask sunny love youuuu #give me a minute i have a shirabashi triad locked and ready for you #sunnfish #sunnnfish #shirashiro #end verdict on these two though: i like the thought of them but would not really want them to get together. i enjoy them in other pairings #more maybe thats why? but also i just think they could have a stronger case in my mind if i thought about them more in a romantic sense #also some of this doesn't make sense so if something i said sounds off ignore ignore ignoreee #malt asks #malt rants

[haley770]

glue me by los campesinos! is my favorite song(by my favorite band) ever and it is so so wilmon. literally everything about this song is perfect and beautiful. the lyrics represent wilmon and young royals so much. so lets go through it, shall we?

just a little note: almost nothing about this is in any order of the show(it is in order of the lyrics), basically just what scenes/things i am reminded of by some of the lyrics because so much of it lines up with this amazing show [:

/this song begins with such an amazing line, "the clouds salivating, drooling from the sky at the thought of the trouble to wreck" it is raining. water is such a big component as a metaphor in this show to represent everyones feelings. (thank you @tvmicroscope i love your analysis') its also just such a beautiful way to describe the rain as well, the clouds salivating, oh my god (!!! WTFF thats AMAZING I LOVE IT). and then it continues, "and its high tide, as the sewers rise and the drains have become obsolete" it is flooding. both of these just make me think of how it was raining on wilhelm in the soccer/football field scene. when he was soo fucking high and confused and overwhelmed, his brain was being flooded by so many feelings and emotions. probably conflicting each other. wilhelms entire life as he knew it is falling apart, he lost his brother, his best and only friend. he blames himself. he feels guilty. he is burdened with the title of the crown prince, which is the last thing that wilhelm wants. and most importantly(to him at least) he had to reject the love of his life because the crown prince cannot be gay like that. he felt like he was drowning in all of these emotions. he couldnt handle it, "i cant do this anymore", earlier in this same episode when he yet again rejected simon. but still, he goes on and makes the most amazing(and somewhat embarassing) love confession to simon because that is what he really feels. it is the only thing he can take a chance with for him to feel anything nice. and real. (ily tvmicroscope your analysis' are so beautiful)

/and now simon turns up, "seems theres no place in this town, for something as pure as you seem" wilhelm definitely thought this when simon actually came to rescue him in the middle of the night all like "you came, oh my god you came, im so glad youre here, youre so beautiful" wilhelm was definitely shocked simon actually came, especially after all the back and forth wilhelm put him through. it just further proves how amazing(pure) simon is(for this world/town).

/another heartbreaking one "water to my waist in a shark-infested bin" again reminds me of the football field scene when it was raining. wilhelm is so overwhelmed with everything. the water. he just wants to talk to somebody, but he is surrounded by fake friends who want to use him, people who dont give a shit about him as a person. the sharks. he doesnt have anybody to turn to. so he takes the chance of calling simon.

/this time, i hear simon. "and i heard, that it hurts" it literally echoes simon's "love shouldnt be this difficult" from the season 3 trailer. or maybe even in season 1 where wilhelm completely betrays simons trust and then doesnt understand what he did wrong. its just so heartbreaking for both of them ): especially because simon still loves wilhelm but hes also angry at him. at first, wilhelm didnt want simon to be mad at him because of the drugs, and he wasnt. but now he lied, and their relationship has since changed, and simon is mad at him, rightfully so.

/this one is more direct, "two wrists, two wrist watches. tick-tick-tocking second hands slightly out of time" how many times have watches been brought up or specifically highlighted in just seasons 1 and 2? SO MANY TIMES. (haha get it) we even saw some watches in the season 3 trailer! even boris! "ive had this watch for 40 years and it still works" 40 years is honestly crazy though, what the hell. let me see that watch.

/yet another heartbreaking one, "i requested a room with a view, in the middle of a war between me and you" is literally wilhelm looking at the beautiful lake in season 2 crying because he has completely lost hope for simon and he felt soso alone )): thankfully(...)felice came to rescue him, replacing simon from season 1. parallels am i right?(we did NOT need another kiss between felice and wilhelm. one was enough. or apparently it wasnt i guess)

/and, excuse me, OH MY GODD, i can HEAR wilhelm telling simon: "ill be gloomy til they glue me in the arms of [he] who loves me, til the rats and worms are all interned at least five feet above we" he will not give up on simon until he is sure there is no hope left(which we saw in season 2 until the valentines day ball kiss, also in the previous paragraph). another scene that fits is how wilhelm asked simon to hold him ): and finally, just wille being silly (the rats and worms because rats and worms are inherently silly like come on) reminds me of their 'date' by the water in s1e5, but its also so sweet because he is saying he wants to be together with simon until death. which is really the only thing wilhelm definitely wants(as well as for august to rot in hell, or jail, either works but both would be best, but thats besides this point).

/then simon, "[he] smiled, at a joke" just in general how happy he is when theyre together. this reminds me of the lake 'date' again and how totally in love simon looked whenever he was looking at wilhelm. as well as the laugh at the end of s2e5 after wilhelm closed the curtains, im glad theyre healing and can laugh about that.

/once again, excuse me, THE FOOTBALL REFERENCES(its los campesinos' thing to have a lot of football/soccer references in their lyrics but i dont really know much about football/soccer, i just know the references are there) WITH THE WHOLE FOOTBALL METAPHOR AND HOW FOOTBALL=SOMETHING REAL(from what i remember about the tvmicroscope analysis, read it if you havent it was so amazing and it was just so nice to actually see someone take the time to go through the show and each clip and write everything down, i am not very good at spotting metaphors but i love reading about them). but we have roshs great line, "rowing isnt a sport. football is a sport." very insightful for this entire metaphor. i guess you could say when they were at rosh's football/soccer game for these lyrics, but i think thats a bit boring, sorry. i would also like to note that, because of my non-existent knowledge on football/soccer, i chose not to talk about them in detail because i really dont understand the references in the song. from what i do know and so we are on the same page, the references are "im diving into headers, put this pretty face where the boots are flying in" | "but we connected like a yeboah volley" | and "of missed panenka penalty" as well as the chant at the end of the song, but i will actually talk about that in depth because it isnt very specific. there might be more(probably) but im not 100% sure about them.

/finally, we have the entire ending, "ex-boyfriend, boyfriend, give us a song" repeating. another football reference by los camp! which also fits the young royals narrative. the repetition is used as a chant for football, a play on "give us a wave". firstly, the valentines day ball comes to mind. this scene is showing simon who he really(again football is a real sport, thank you tvmicroscope) loves at the valentines day ball, hence him chasing after and kissing wilhelm. he also previously said he couldnt fall in love with marcus, "it just feels like he likes me for real" and "i just dont understand why i cant fall in love with him" ON THE FOOTBALL FIELD. too bad he didnt take the hint back then. also(unrelated) he couldnt even spell marcus' name right. "Hej Markus" seriously simon? too bad he never sent that text. they could have potentially broken up sooner. and then at the end of the valentines ball when marcus wille is listening to his ex-boyfriend his boyfriend sing a song he wrote about HIM(despite him being unaware of this fact until the next episode). it is such a crucial moment in season 2's whole plotline(and wilhelms sanity). next, this reminds me how he literally fell in love with simon when he was singing for him when he was being welcomed to hillerska. the glance around at erik and august like "are you seeing this shit?" or "are we watching the same thing?" look because of simon is so iconic. and the smile is so sweet. his first gay panic experience. moving on, it reminds me of how they sang the same song together later in this same episode "it takes a fool to remain sane". finally, when wilhelm was PISSED because simon couldnt sing his song at the jubilee(and they broke up yet again) and he asked jan olaf about it. he really wanted to see simon perform that for him ): and for simon to be able to perform his song and be happy. at least wilhelm was able to give his wonderful speech. really i am so proud of him, nobody could have expected this from him, especially at this point. not even simon! "it was a.. um.. a moment i didnt want to share, with anyone else, so i lied about it". he has matured so much in such little time, he didnt even want to give this speech either. he shouldnt have to. his anxiety must have been through the roof and he probably threw up afterwards. and of course the infamous consequences. the only reason the queen talks with her son. at least he has simon with him now to hold him when it gets too much(no more fights season 3 please i beg i cant handle it after season 2, the ending did kind of make up for it all though). i got a little off topic but you get the point. also, i brought each of these different scenes up because the ending specifically repeated this lyric several times, like all of these different moments line up. its literally wilmons song, you cant tell me otherwise.

well, that was a lot. i have been thinking about this for WEEKS. months even. and while i typically wouldnt post something like this, i put soso much thought into writing this. like ive actually put so much thought into this its driving me insane. its literally wilmons song, in my opinion. i also just needed a reason to talk about my favorite song and band and relate it to my favorite show. please listen to the song(or anything by los camp! theyre AMAZING). thats really all i need in life, for more people to hear this masterpiece.

🩷💜 thank you💜🩷

i dont know if i will ever do anything like this again, perhaps. im not sure. i did actually enjoy writing this though. i didnt originally plan on writing anything significant but i got carried away. i was supposed to be drawing more wilmon, i want to finish it before season 3 is officially out but it is just so detailed📚. someone yell at me to finish the drawing PLEASE ! time is ticking but its so fucking DETAILED and TEDIOUS. oh my god theres only a week left WHAT THE FUCKK. anyways i loved this [: very fun!

[if there are any typos or just flat out mistakes, either no there isnt or just let me know, i probably wont fix it but i appreciate it. i also want to say i am aware i am HORRIBLE at staying on topic i just had so many things ive wanted to say]

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#Spotify #young royals #yr #wilmon #wilhelm young royals #simon eriksson #los campesinos #los campesinos! #Youtube

[glop----26]

Burnt offerings.

I burned the piece of carpet two days ago. I know its been almost a month since we ended things, yet it's taken me this long to burn it.

the carpet as a symbol came home with me after a night at your place, nothing happened just cuddling, as I took out my clothes, it fell out of my bag, a small meak little piece of tan/brown carpet, I decided to stick it in my journal, and if things didnt work, burn it. I told you that, because I knew, and I know that I can be very odd, and I wanted you to know who I am, I wanted you to be a part of me. I shouldn't have told you, finding out who I am may have been the worst mistake you have ever made, and Im sorry

nonetheless, I burned it, I hid every thing youd ever given me away in a bag, everything still holds memories, but the big ones are tucked away. I avoided looking at the carpet or taking it out for the longest time, I guess I knew that it was symbolic of my feelings for you, and it didnt feel right to burn it when I still felt a burning passion for you in my heart. Its done now though, for I realize how much it is hurting both of us to have to carry the burden.

perhaps some years from now we will reconnect and you will ask me what I did with the carpet, and ill laugh, telling you I forgot about it, that none of this effected me, that you never hurt me. Perhaps not, perhaps we will fall into our seperate worlds, far apart from one another, two cinders in the wind, and we will glide past eachother, forgetting our names in the gusts that blow us past.

I burned the carpet, and I find myself wondering whether that was the right choice, you see I miss you, even still, though looking at you now is as looking upon some unfamiliar scene, I cannot help but miss you, though I feel I never really knew you at all.

I burned the carpet, and with it id like to say I burned the memory of you, Id like to say ive moved on, and I dont think of you as I drift to sleep each night, but I cant, because I do, and the thought of loosing you, scares me, though you are already lost.

#ex situationship #situationships #ex boyfriend #ex #spilled ink #spilled thoughts #inner thoughts #loss #queer #queer situationship #inner monologue

[unveiledshroud]

I'm glad you're feeling better! Sorry about capitalism as a whole but I hope you had the bessstttt day at work

Honestly, the manager i had today was a dumb bitch but god damn id break her in half if i could. Short and petite. But bitchy and kinda dumb. Literally have had 0 training on the floor yet and shes expecting me to know literally everything 💀 our backrooms are very well organized, but i have no idea what section is where & she was just not being very understanding or patient. Finally as i was leaving she said she wanted to touch base and see what ive been trained on and what i would like more help with and bro i literally said "well, itll be easier if i just tell you i didnt get ANY training yet. I already worked in this position before somewhere else so they just expected me to know" and she was SO baffled and apologized for seeming pushy and i was just thinking

???? Choke on my dick please ????

And i lost my phone today! Literally found it 30 mins before clocking out and i was FALLING APART thinking it was gone forever. All the photos of my skink and memories and shit. I was so sad. Thankfully its all good now and i learned a lesson 💀

#cxa anon

[danieblair]

Word vomiting 1

You ever know the answer to something? Well i mean duh, of course you have. But like an answer to a question that hasn't really been answered yet. Like you know the answer and its just there kinda sitting in the air but no one has said it yet? This is what this feels like. I feel like i already know the answer but you haven't said it yet. I know that ive lost you. I can feel you slipping through my fingers and I can't stop you. I wont stop you. I let you go four months ago because I thought I was doing the right thing. We were falling apart and the thought of us resenting each other wasn't what I ever wanted so I let you. And things got messy and ugly and you turned into someone I never thought you would. So I pushed you even further away and up until thanksgiving we were out of each others life. And then at the first opportunity I let you back in. You walked through my fron door and i'll be damned if all it didn't take to hear your voice again and there you were. At the forefront of my brain and heart all over again. It took two times of you being back here. Your lips on mine and just feeling your touch again and every single feeling I had been trying to move through and push down came rushing back again. Of course I denied it. We were supposed to be moving on. You were talking to other people and so was i. But the more you cam over, the more I talked to you, the more that you were here with me, the harder it got to deny that all I wanted was for you to stay. Then things started feeling normal again. We went out and did things and we just hungout and then I was quickly reminded that not only had I lost the woman I love but my best friend. And then i realized that I wanted you back. Again, denial is one hell of drug. I pushed and pushed with everything I had to make it dissapear but it didnt and it wont. That brings me to now. Right now, you're on a date with another girl and I know you're happy. I know you're happy about being with someone that you don't have a messy past with. And I'm sure shes kind and caring and she would be an idiot to let you go. And i know you know you have to make a choice. God knows I want it to be me. But god knows i already know your answer. I just wish I was wrong.

[that-one-violist]

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i am growing increasingly and ever consistently uneasy by the SECOND and i wish to no longer perceive anything ever more again however due to the circumstances the ‘no longer perceive’ button is broken and cannot / will not be pushed as itll cause a plethora of problems in many a ppls lives whom i do not wish to cause problem and annoyance and so to accomodate for this i will simply be

a mess

#personal #i am so fkn trapped #this is fine we are fine fuck #this entire year hasnt been real i swear to god by the day i just keep feeling more and more and more non-present #losing a parent and having shit randomly pop up that u have to just cope with because whatever happened is way way way way way in the #past while also coping with school stress and the fact that not only is ur life 'falling apart' or whatever but everyone u love also has #lost stability and the universe has been an overall piece of shit and really i do not have it in me to deal with this anymore #and unfortunately while i cannot cease to exist nor cancel culture my life #i also cannot actually genuinely fuck my life up or just do things to not experience as much as possible because my degree requires me to #be present 400% of the time and if i stop for even a second im gonna dissapoint at least 10 people i look up to all at once and i dont have #the facilities to simply not care about that and so im just here stressed and vibing but vibing like literally i am my brain feels like it #is just vbvbbvbvbbvbbvbvbvbbbvbbvbvbbvvb with round heavy engulfing emotions that are both so easily understandable and yet so incredibly #impossible to conceive or communicate and now i reallly do think my medication has failed me finally and theres no other options because #its wellbutrin and theres no other antidepressant like it and zoloft did NOTHING for me so #ym only options are to either admit to my psych that i am unwell and have him take the ONE thing in my life that is stable away from me and #have to additionally cope with the horrid withdrawal symptoms while also being on nothing for at least a month and #then being put on some random ass bullshit only for it to probably fail and have the next 3 years of my life be failure and loss constantly #or i can just pretend its fine and just maintain wellbutrin as SOME stability in my brain and maybe this isnt chemical anymore maybe for #the first fucking time i actually amm going to have to admit that i am actually dealing with fucked up events and memories and have to face #that yes i am actually struggling because my life has been problematic and i am bad at coping with it because ive never taught myself how #to deal with anymore than a simple chemical malfunction and i just am very very very unsure and to top it #and not having an explanation for it that genuinely would be accepted #all off i am TEEMING with anxious energy and i am sick of just being in a vague state of constant panic and tenseness and non-presence

[coastcrimson]

Communication pt.1

pt1 > pt2

Woody is a nomal teenage boy,except for one thing-he cant speak.But what happens when he starts crushing for the schools popular guy and they cant communicate well? human au

Word count: 728 I think

Authors Note: Ive never written actual fan fiction before please go easy on me *sobs * ,I didn't proof read this or anything and uhhhh ill finish it and make a part two soon I hope

Woody was like any other teenager,shy,quiet,smart,and fairly good looking,but there was one problem. He wasnt able to speak,the most he could manage was a barely audible "weh". This had put him at a fair disadvantage as a child. But this year was going to be diffrent,he was going to try and get over his all his irraional fears and make a new friend or two! At least,thats what he thought,but as soon as he stepped foot into the YoyleHighSchool,his fears had come back to haunt him.

Woody sighed,it had been a couple weeks into the new school year,and he still hadn't been at all social. Any time he tried to reach out to anyone,there was a little voice in his head stopping him. "They're going to think you're weird" the voice said, "Nobody cares about you," "you cant speak,you don't belong here,weirdo". This time,these thoughts struck in the middle of the hallway. Lost in his own thoughts,he accidentally ran into a tall red head,also known as the most popular guy in school. Well,apart from loser and winner.

"Oh my gosh,I am so sorry..-im sorry,whats your name?" asked blocky. The brown haired boy just continued to walk to class. Running into the popular boy and getting the chance to talk to him was a dream come true for a lot of people. But woody wasn't one of the people,nope,he would rather avoid the embarrassment of not being able to respond to him and get to class. But even then,woody could help but remember how nice blocky was. Even somebody asking what his name was was rare,and the more he thought about it the more he wished he could speak.

Maybe if he could speak he would be popular. Maybe if he could speak he would have friends. Maybe he would even have a girlfriend,or boyfriend,or whatever really. Maybe if he wasn't such an out of place loser,he's have a place to stand out in.

Blocky,on the other hand,was pretty outgoing. He was pretty funny,and even hs his won section in the school newspaper and news show,which was dedicated to pranks and funny doings. He was well over average looking too,and there wasn't a girl who wouldn't love to be with him. But even then,he had never been in a relationship. It's not that he didn't want to,don't get me wrong. Its just,girls weren't really "his type".

So then what was his type? Men,shy,cute,smart and nice men. Thats right,one of the most popular people of YoyleHighSchool was gay. And there's absolutely nothing wrong with that,its just that he wasn't at all ready to come out yet,due to the group of homophobes around the school,all lead by the extremely strong and mean snowball. In a setting like that,it was best to lie low and not catch feelings for a guy. And it had been going pretty well. Well,until woody was brought into blockys eyes.

"Gosh why is he so damned prettyyy" complained blocky to his pals,eraser and pen. "Damn who is this guy and why is he the one you end up falling hard for?" asked eraser. "Thats the problem,I dont know," groaned the redhead,"one second I'm bumping into this guy and asking his name and the next he just ignores me and continues walking to class!" blocky was so frustrated,ow could he manage to make any girl fall in love with him but the one guy that catches his attention is impossible to talk to? It didn't matter. With those good of looks,he was bound to be taken. "Anyways,blocky did you see woody today?He was so much more distracted and quiet than usual!" said pen. "Whos woody again?" "You know,the guy that cant speak? Wears cardigans and knitted sweaters that he bought from flower?" and then it clicked. The guy he saw was woody,they were describing him! He was wearing one of flowers itchy sweaters,he cant talk either.it all made perfect sense! But now the hard part was finding him again,and even more,talking to him and getting him to talk back.

#bfdi #bfb woody #woodblock bfb #bfb blocky #bfdi blocky #i need mental help #gay moment #battle for dream island #i need to stop #shipping #animated objects #battle for bfdi #bag3l #bfdi woody #blocky bfdi #object shows

[wri0thesley]

hi nat!! i noticed requests were open and remembered “randomlyncrying during/after sex” angst being mentioned and i just👀😳🙏

ive had personal experience with that (mostly bc being vulnerable and intimate is scary yet cathartic for me, its not even necessarily sad crying or happy crying its just Strong Emotions) and i was wondering if u could do some like smut to hurt/comfort kinda with that specific scenario please🤭 maybe with risotto or abba bc i just want to be fucked AND comforted by a big strong goth man!!😩🙏

overwhelming - risotto x reader (2k)

warnings: crying during sex. afab reader. neutral pronouns. 

Everything about Risotto is overwhelming. The way he looks at you; the colours of his eyes. The low, gravel voice – the way he speaks only when he thinks he has something worth hearing. The touch of his hot, large hands on your skin – his width, his height, the knowledge of what he could do to you--

It’s even more overwhelming when you are beneath him in bed.

His body caging yours; the scarred, muscled chest and how it seems to heave in and out as he breathes. The scent of him – leather and iron and smoke – wrapping all around you, until he is everywhere. In your nose, in your mouth, his face flashing across your head as you pull him down into another kiss and he worries at your bottom lip, insistent and hot and needy.

Big hands run all over your form; taking his time to enjoy the way you feel, the curves and divots of your figure, the softness of you beneath his own calloused, work-weary hands. You feel like you fit into his grip perfectly – like you were made for him. You inhale sharply as his hands spread your legs apart, exposing the heated, slick valley of your sex to the warm air of the bedroom.

It always seems to be warm when Risotto is around. He kicks out heat merely by existing; and you cling to him in bed for it, grateful to be reminded of his presence.

“You’re so beautiful,” he dips his head to murmur, his voice deep and dark. Whenever he speaks, you feel a rush of desire go through you to pool at the apex of your thighs; there is something about the sonorous bass of his voice that makes your toes curl and that echoes through you, making you feel as though you are the only person in the world. “Look at yourself, tesoro.”

You do not see what he sees – but you do see the worship in his eyes. The hunger as he presses your legs further apart and leans into you, as you feel his hard cock press against your thigh insistently.

He is a careful man, despite his profession, and he knows that what he has between his thighs is too much for many people. He never sheaths himself inside of you straight away; even now, when you are fair pooling slick on his already messy sheets, one of his big hands is cupping your mound.

Calloused thumb rubbing over your clit, coaxing heat and sighs and little rocks of your hips. One large, lone finger – sliding inside of you, rubbing against your walls with the practise of a man who knows your body as intimately as he knows his own. Your head rolls back and you display your neck for him; vulnerable, and needy, and utterly his. He does not leave your neck unmarked – his lips are on you in moments, sucking love-bites, nipping bruises, his finger still pumping in and out of you.

Two fingers. You tangle your own grip into his silvery pale hair and pull his mouth to yours so that you may kiss him – he tastes like iron, always. You do not find it unpleasant; blood is a taste that you have grown to appreciate, because it reminds you of him. Three fingers, and you hear the wet squelch of your arousal, feel it dripping out of you with every rock of his hand. His thumb has stopped teasing your clit, but the rough heel of his hand is now continuing the onslaught of pleasure. With every thrust, it rubs against the swollen bud, and you feel your stomach begin to tie itself in knots.

He pulls them out of you with a slick gush, the hand formerly buried inside of you coming to lift your leg so he can slot his hips in between you. His fingers are dripping wet, but he has eyes for nothing but you beneath him. Rose-red irises meet your own, as if to ask you; ‘is this alright? Do you need me to stop?’

For an assassin – for a man feared around Italy, though they do not know his name – Risotto is never anything but gentlemanly with you. He asks your permission, holds you afterwards, kisses you and soothes you and murmurs your name filled with affection even when you are around the other members of your team.

“Special treatment,” some of them huff, rolling their eyes – but they shoot you sly smirks. They do not begrudge their capo his happiness – not in such a business as theirs.

“Risotto,” you breathe, looking up at him. “Please—”

The please is enough. Your other leg is lifted gently, hitched up so he can press your knees to your chest. You’ve had to experiment with positions plenty, in order to find things that are comfortable with Risotto’s height and his size and your own limitations – but this one always makes him seem to hit you deeper, further. His cock head pushes against the tight ring of your entrance, catching on you--

And his eyes meet yours as he begins to press himself inside of you. There is so much tenderness contained within them that you are almost lost for words. You would not think that eyes like that could make you feel so utterly adored – when you had first met Risotto, they had filled you with fear. Now, though, you look at them and you see all of the things that Risotto is too afraid to say out loud, contained within their multitudes.

He’s slow as he hilts himself, letting you feel the stretch of your walls around him. He’s always slow with you – like he’s afraid you will break. People who see him out and about, you know, never imagine how careful or tender he is.

Your head tips back again, into the pillow, as you see stars. He always fills you up. It’s indescribable, how right that he feels inside of you. You feel like he was made to slot inside of you – every time this happens, you don’t feel quite right until his heavy balls slap against your sex and he has bottomed out, filled you up, and the two of you are as connected as it is possible for two human beings to be.

Your breath catches as he pulls out, as he seeks to find a rhythm that works for both of you. In this position, you cannot quite get purchase on his shoulders – but Risotto sees to that himself, his big hands entangling and entwining with your fingers to press your held hands either side of your head.

The position is intimate, his eyes staying glued to yours even as he slips into a rhythm. His face is softer than you usually see it as he looks down at you; his sculpted lips tilted at the corners in a way that makes your breath feel like it doesn’t fit properly in your lungs.

You adore him so much.

Everything about him makes you feel like you are free-falling through a summer sky. You are, you’re sure, not supposed to be so deliriously happy with anybody, when you’re in a career such as your own. You should not be allowed to love him so freely and deeply – but the world has said you are. The world has dropped Risotto Nero into your lap in all of his occasionally awkward, stoic, handsome glory.

His hips flex in and out. He slides easily, through the slick glide of your sex – stoking up hunger and need, the tight little ball of tension inside of you that signifies your release. You hear the sound of him fucking you, the slap of him bottoming out, and you lose yourself entirely in the sensation of Risotto filling you up.

The world seems to fade into nothing but the place where the two of you are joined; nothing else important, aside from Risotto inside of and above you, his breath unsteady in his chest. The heat that’s gathering low in your belly, as he chases your release along with his own--

After his earlier ministrations, it’s no wonder that yours creeps up on you faster. Your ball of tension is the first one to take too much pressure, to be unable to do anything but explode into pieces – and it does so in a great rush that has you wailing, your mouth opening, as your mind seems to blank out into nothingness at the same time as every feeling in the entire world seems to hit you all in one go.

You’re crying?

You’re sobbing.

Your shoulders are shaking, your lip wobbling, your throat so dry that you can barely gasp air as it feels as though every emotion that you have ever experienced seems to come around to visit you again, the feeling entirely overwhelming. You can’t think. You can’t breathe--

Risotto’s eyes are wide and full of concern, blood and ink gone to uneasiness that this is all his fault. Your eyes are blurry with tears, but you see him open his mouth to speak nonetheless.

“Hey, hey--” his voice is quiet, through the haze of your tears, his hips stilling inside of you. “Tesoro, amore, cara mia--”

The pet names just make your bubbling sob get worse; your breath short. You don’t know what it is! You’re not upset, you’re not angry, you’re not even so happy that you can’t help yourself.

You’re just feeling so, so, so much.

“Risotto,” you breathe out, hiccuping, and your legs are gently dropped from your chest. “Risotto, I’m--”

“Please tell me if something’s wrong,” he murmurs, low and dark. “I’ll stop, I’ll do anything--”

“N-no,” you shake your head, aware that he is still buried inside of you – that your tears are stopping him reaching his full completion. “I-it’s not that—”

He pulls out, carefully, and you miss the feel of him inside of you like a physical ache, even though he is still on top of you. He reaches down and kisses your cheeks, chasing the tears away. A half-laugh bubbles up through the heaving of your chest and the tears clogging up your throat.

“Please tell me,” he repeats, again, all concern. His hands are still entangled with yours, as he leans down and puts his face very close to yours. If you stretched forward, just a little, you could rub your noses together, and the thought makes you smile despite yourself and despite the tear-tracks still drying on your face. “Amore, I promise I won’t be angry at you--”

“It’s just-- s-so much--” You say, eventually – lost for words, because how does one explain quite why they started crying with no real reason to? It had simply felt like everything had washed over you in one go, and your heart had not been able to handle it. Something about your orgasm had pushed forth all of your feelings, whether good or bad, and they had scrambled inside of your chest until all you could do was let tears roll down your face.

“I’m here,” he says, soft and slow. He lets go of your hands. Large arms wrap around you, pulling you up so you’re pressed against the broad expanse of your chest. “I’m not going anywhere.”

He’s so warm. Your cheek rests against him; hard muscle and scar tissue. You can hear the beating of his heart, and in the end it’s that – steady, constant, true – that makes the tears finally stop leaking down your face. Your breath calms.

A big hand comes up to stroke through your hair, reassuring.

“I’m always here for you,” he says. “Forever. Through anything.”

“I love you,” you say, all in a rush. You two avoid it; it’s hard to deal with constants when you’re in a business like Passione. ‘I love you’ is not in the vernacular of an assassin – but neither is ‘forever’, and Risotto had said it to you as casually as breathing--

“I love you too,” Risotto says. His voice does not quaver. He is certain and sure; as strong as the arms around you, the chest you’re pressed to, as strong as his convictions always are. He means it.

And you are so, so very glad that he does.

#writing #risotto x reader #risotto nero x reader #jjba #not sfw #afab reader #neutral pronouns #risotto nero #Anonymous

[cvtqr]

hm, boring

parings; jean kirstein x reader x marco

content warning; relationship with sharing, hair pulling, face fucking, degradation, spanking, squirting, horse cock marco, + someone additional listening in

“jeannn~ ‘m tired. come cuddle with me pleaseee~” 

“EREN WHAT THE FUCK ARE YOU DOING WE’RE ON THE SAME SQUAD!?”

there he goes, ignoring you. nothing new though. every single night jean would be on his god damn game with his friends. night time was the only time you two could spend together because of your jobs getting in the way. he doesn't even like eren yet he choose playing with him over paying attention to you? tch, what a joke.

that's when the idea popped in your head. you reached over to the nightstand, grabbed your phone, and opened your messages. 

hey bodt! come over and hang with me n jean, haven't seen you in awhile :)

y/nnn!!! i was actually just doin some work at the cafe by your apartment! guess i’ve been overworking myself that i haven't had the time to come hangout with my best friends :(( but since it’s friday i guess ill drop by ≧◡≦

yeah it’s not good to overwork yourself! we’ve missed you, see you soon !

yup ;)

:)***** sorry y/n clicked the wrong button (・_・ヾ

its fine haha, see ya bodt!

you giggled to yourself. yeah, he was your and your boyfriends best friend, but he really was adorable. such a gentleman. 

well that's when he isn't drilling into your tight little cunt while jean jacks off to the sight...

“who were you texting now that you’re all giggly?”

“just inviting someone over!”

“who.”

that came out not so much like a question

“marco! we haven't seen him in awhile.” you said while walking up behind jean in his chair. 

he spun around in his chair and looked up at you, patting his lap. of course you weren't going to refusing sitting in his arms, so you snuggled into his lap.

“simp. hi y/n”  you faintly heard from jean’s headset 

“SHUT UP YEAGER YOU CANT EVEN GET A GIRLFRIEND”

you took his headset, since they were just in the lobby of a game, and put it over your head. 

“hiiii eren.”

“give me that you little shit.”

you lightly slapped him on his cheek and got up to sit back on your bed, hearing him chuckle.

little did you know you were going to regret thet later 

it wasn't long before you heard marco knock on the front door. 

you ran out of the bedroom and unlocked the door for him, greeting him with a warm hug. 

“ok so i kind of lied. i just wanted you to come over. but that's only because jeans ignoring me!” 

before giving him a chance to respond you took his arm and dragged him to the bedroom. 

“hey hey jean!”

“hey bodt - EREN STOP IT YOU FUCKING BASTARD.” 

you rolled your eyes and plopped down onto your bed, marco following behind you. you knew that jean has an agreement to share you from time to time, so you cuddled up into his strong arms, resting your head on his broad chest. 

he smiled and squeezed you tight. but when jean saw you two from the reflection, he was mad. he knew that he shouldn't have a reason to be mad though, he was the one rejecting giving you the much needed attention. he didn't know if it was because marco was the reason you were smiling right now, or the fact that his hand was roaming a little too far up your thigh. 

but what jean didn't know was that marcos been... well, sexually frustrated. like he said before, he been burying himself way too deep into work. being a CEO was a lot of work, even for someone as bright as marco. he used to go at it a little too frequently, but now he never even has the chance to jack off. 

so what was his real reason for coming here.

“eren are you there? eren? erennn”

not bothering to shut anything off he put his head set down on his desk and walked over to you and marco. 

 “you guys hungry?”

you slowly opened your eyes, looking over to jean.

you and marco both nodded your heads.

15 minutes later the three of you were gathered in the living room, you and jean sitting on either side of marco. 

everyone was laughing while jean teased you as always. but when you went to go playfully smack his head? the cup of ice cold water in your hand tipped over and spilt all over marco’s jeans.

“ ‘m so sorry hold on!!”

you ran up and into the kitchen grabbing a hand towel. you came back to the couch, sitting back in your spot, taking the towel, dabbing it all over the stain on marco’s pants. you didn't know why he was blushing to an extent though. 

“its, its fine y/n! its just water it’ll dry”

you removed the towel to reveal a huge bulge in his pants. so that's why he was so embarrassed.

“im sorry, im sorry! ive just been really frustrated lately and-”

“just help him, y/n.”

marco let out a relived sigh when you got onto your knees in front of him. you slowly brought your hand up to his zipper and pulled it down. he then helped you pull of his pants and boxers just for his erection to spring up and hit into his stomach. 

he never failed to impress you, he was defiantly bigger than jean. long and girthy with a few veins running down the shaft, pre-cum dribbling out of the tip. 

without saying a word, you took his cock into your hands slowly stroking him, using his pre-cum as lube. 

“p-please y/n. i want it in your mouth.”

knowing how mean and dominate he can get while riled up, you obeyed, enjoying the shy side of him.

you swirled your tongue around his tip before bobbling your head down, taking as much as you can. marco’s hands found his way into your hair while throwing his head back. it was taking everything to not just buck his hips up and shove his cock down your pretty little throat.

“so you’re just gonna let her run that slutty mouth up and down n not just fuck her throat? hm, boring.”

at the moment you wish jean would've just bit his tongue while marco let out a deep, long chuckle. 

he then tightened his grip around your hair and forced you down further onto him before thrusting up into your throat. he was way too big for you, the tip of his cock hitting the back of your throat earning a gag from you.

“what's wrong can't take it? i really thought you were a slut... getting onto your knees for your boyfriends best friend and letting him fuck that tiny throat of yours.” 

his degrading words were enough for you to slip your hands down your shorts, slowing adding friction to your clit. 

jean, now fully erect got up from his spot on the couch and squatted down next to you, pulling your hand away and out of your pants, a tight grip around your wrist. 

“i don't think anyone told you to touch yourself, now did they?”

without warning, marco came in your mouth, his warm cum spilling down your throat. he then pulled you off his cock, a string of saliva mixed with cum still connecting you to him. marco looked down to jean and nodded.

jean stood up, bringing you up with him and walked over to the bedroom, marco following close behind and closing the door once you all got inside.

jean pushed you down onto the bed. the two men were now hovering over you, looking down onto you. you definitely lost any sort of control over this situation. 

“hmm, i think you deserve a punishment baby. i mean for slapping me before.”

“that wasn't my fault tho-”

“shut up. no one said you could talk.” he spat out

jean then sat on the bed next to you. you knew exactly what he wanted. you crawled over and laid face first across his lap, ass perking up, while marco took a seat on jean’s gaming chair facing the both of you.

“you’ll only get ten today. i hear anything fall from that mouth besides you counting, i’m leaving to go spend the night at marcos”

you shook your head yes while a harsh slap landed right across your ass.

“o-one” you said while sniffling 

marco on the other hand was started to palm himself through his boxers at the sight in front of him.

“te- ten!” you basically cried out at this point. you usually get more, but jean was harsh tonight. 

meanwhile, no one in the room realized the discord chat going off on jean’s computer

surprised your still on... mikasa ratted me out about something so my mom called and chewed my ear out longer than expected.

helloooo?

jean?

“my sweet girl, you were so good for me. as a reward i’ll let you have marco’s cock. you’ll let him fuck you, right baby?”

eagerly you nodded while jean switched places with marco, now sitting on the chair. 

“as always im going to prep you first, i wouldn't want to hurt you. that alright?”

without having to say anything you pulled your shorts down and disregarded them onto the floor. 

marco then pushed you down onto your back while slipping down your panties. you looked up into his eyes while he shoved to fingers knuckles deep into your cunt, earning a sweet soft moan from your lips.

a few minutes after using his fingers to stretch you out, you left your climax building with a familiar feeling in your stomach.

“m-marco i’m gonna~”

about to cream all over his fingers, he pulled them out and flipped you onto your stomach.

“didn’t think i’d let you off the hook that easy hm?”

“marco pleaseee, i need too, please!!” you were basically sobbing over the fact that you wanted to get fucked

“no need to be a little cry baby y/n. he’ll let you cum when he wants to.” said jean from across the room, fucking his fist

“no, no its not that... it’s just that nothing feels better than your sweet cum running down my shaft.” right when he finished his sentace he shoved his cock right into your tight cunt, completely bottoming out and thrusting into you without giving you time to adjust.

“ ‘s too big marco please!”

“sorry, couldn’t help it baby.” the sight was so lewd. marco pounding into you from behind and shoving your head down into the mattress. jean behind you two fucking his first harder than ever. the room filled with wet slapping sounds and your loud moans, along with grunting from the two boys.

“ ah~ baby you’re squeezing me so, so well.” said marco while reaching his hand down, finding your clit and rubbing harsh circles around it.

“mm need to-”

marco sent a harsh slap onto your clit, sending your whole body jerking foward, squirting all over his cock.

marco let out another chuckle at your reaction. “wow, first time anyone’s ever squirted on my cock.”

he pulled out soon after and released all over your ass, crashing down on top of you, out of breath. jean was about to come over and help the both of you clean up until everyone heard a sort of high pitched moan. you and marco knew that didn’t sound like jean and both flipped over.

you all soon realized the headset on jeans desk, the green light indicating it was still on and running. you all then caught on to what was happening on the other side.

“wow jean... didn’t know little y/n was such a slut.”

#aot #attack on titan #snk #aot smut #aot x reader #attack on titan smut #snk smut #snk x reader #jean kirschtien #jean smut #jean kirschtein x reader #jean kirstein #jean x marco #marco bodt #marco bott #marco x reader #marco x jean #marco bodt x reader #marco bott x reader #eren jaeger #eren smut #eren x reader #anime #anime smut #eren yaeger x reader #eren jaeger smut #eren yaeger smut