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bruno bucciarati is always falling asleep next to you ꒰ ୭ ˚. ᵎᵎ
just cuddle with him!
cw: none! pure fluff
You never thought Bruno would be such a tired man, the first time he fell asleep near you was in the car. Giorno was driving, because for some reason he’s the only one who knows how to properly drive a car without making everyone vomit. You and Bruno were sitting side by side, with Mista squished by the window and a nice CD playing in the background. You were looking out of the window, the scenery of the coast of Italy making your cheeks warm when you felt something laying on your shoulder and then lifting right up. You turn your head quickly, seeing Bruno with his eyes half-lidded, trying so hard to not fall asleep right there.
But he quickly failed when you got slightly closer, pressing your shoulder against his, letting him rest his head fully on your shoulder. He obviously wasn’t conscious of what he was doing but something about it made you smile. When he woke up, he swallowed and stayed on your shoulder after realizing.
“Sorry,” he whispered.
“It’s fine, don’t worry.” You gave him a kind smile before drifting your eyes back to the window. It was more than fine, actually, you loved the way his hair tickled your neck and the trust in how he let himself drift off like that.
After that first time, it just kept happening. You started cherishing the quiet moments where he let his guard down only around you. Sitting on the worn out while the others were laughing and arguing in the kitchen, Bruno settled next to you, close enough that his shoulder brushed yours.
“Just resting my eyes for a minute,” he told you as his cheek smushed on your shoulder once again.
You pretended to focus on the book in your lap as you started to feel his breath evening out, the scent of his cologne filling your nose. You didn’t move a bit, not even when your arm started to tingle.
Even in the living room, while you were flipping through channels or just talking softly about nothing important, Bruno would stretch out beside you, his body relaxing inch by inch. This time, he would turn a little, face pressing lightly into the curve of your neck, with his lips kind of giving you a kiss but not at all.
“What is happening here?” Mista muttered when he appeared in the living room with a half eaten tangerine in his hand.
“Shush, Mista.” You waved at him so he’d leave. “Actually, give me a piece.” You stretched out your free arm and urged Mista to give you a piece of his tangerine, he huffed but gave it to you either way. “Thank you, now get out.”
One evening, you were left in the safehouse only with Bruno. Obviously, he was already half-asleep on your shoulder. Until this point, neither of you had talked about this between you, both of you terrified of saying something that would make these quiet moments weird.
You felt the steady rise and fall of his chest against your side, his hand loosely draped near yours. Your fingers brushed his without thinking, tracing light patterns on his knuckles. He did not pull away.
Your heart beat faster as you gathered the courage. This had gone on long enough. You wanted more than these stolen naps, you wanted to hold him properly, to feel his arms around you too.
“Bruno,” you whispered, voice gentle so you wouldn’t startle him.
He stirred, blinking slowly as he lifted his head. His piercing blue eyes, soft with sleep, met yours. “Hmm? What is it?”
You took a breath, cheeks heating up. “You keep falling asleep on me and I was thinking that maybe next time we could cuddle?”
For a second, he looked surprised, but then a small smile curved his lips. “You mean that?”
“Yeah. I do,” you said, bolder now.
He didn’t hesitate, Bruno shifted, pulling you gently into his arms as he leaned back against the couch. You settled against his warm chest, feeling his accelerated heartbeat. One of his hands rested on your back, immediately rubbing slow circles while the other found your hair, playing with one curl carefully.
“This is nice,” he murmured. “Better than I imagined.”
You snuggled closer, arms wrapping around his waist. “I could stay like this for hours,” you admitted quietly.
Bruno chuckled, pressing a gentle kiss to the top of your head. “As long as you want, bella.”
You smiled into his chest and it took both of you less than ten minutes to fall completely asleep until the next morning, when Narancia woke you up with a horror movie-like scream.
you and hot pants are only fucking, no one is catching feelings ꒰ ୭ ˚. ᵎᵎ
cw: mdni, scissoring, rough sex, dacryphilia, hurt no comfort, angst, average lesbian experience, modern au
fwb!hot pants who loves being rough with you. She thinks you're the prettiest when you're on your knees, begging for a taste of her pussy. Or when tears run down your cheeks after she denies your orgasm a fourth time, her fingers just stopping all of a sudden, her eyes locked in your micro expressions. She loves you needy and obsessed.
fwb!hot pants who knows that maybe she's doing too much for a simple friends with benefits arrangement. You two are roommates, finishing the last year of college and she knows how bad all your ex girlfriends treated you, so she offered herself to show you how a good scissoring should feel like. And after that, you kept going back to her.
fwb!hot pants who doesn't realize that she has you addicted to her. Your mind is always on her, wondering what she's doing, what she's gonna do with you tonight... you even think if she might be talking to someone else, maybe she has a whole roster of women she fucks every once in a while. It would make sense, she's an amazing lover, probably the best you ever had.
fwb!hot pants who keeps being your friend and roommate, you and her share the same friend group and when they come over to your apartment, none of them know that hours earlier Hot Pants was three fingers deep inside of you, making you cum all over her hand in the couch. None of them even suspect that you are something else than friends.
fwb!hot pants who likes to cuddle after sex and doesn't know how terrible that makes you feel. Not because it's not good, but because it feels too real. She fucks you, she makes you cry and beg, but she's also the one who wipes away your tears with kisses and grabs a towel to clean between your thighs. She keeps you tucked on her chest, her short nails drawing lines in your back, it tickles, but you never say anything.
fwb!hot pants who hates when you get jealous. She can't stand you when you get pouty or visibly sad because someone who isn't you is having her attention. It's too embarrassing for her. One time, you two were at a party and some pretty girl comes up to her to chat and maybe flirt a little (nothing that would lead to anything, Hot Pants was sure that she was fucking you tonight, not anyone else). But when you spot them, you clung to her side, head on her shoulder and even whining in her ear about how you wanted to leave.
"Goddamn, babe, get off me!" she said between laughs, shaking her shoulder a little.
Your face burns hot as you grab her wrist tight. "We're leaving," you mutter, voice barely cutting through the music but sharp enough that she raises an eyebrow.
She lets you pull her out anyway, but not without a little laugh that makes a few heads turn your way. Someone whispers something, god, this is humiliating. You drag her outside onto the quiet street, the cool air hitting your skin as the door swings shut behind you.
You spin on her, arms crossed tight over your chest. "Why do you always have to act like a bitch?"
"Excuse me?" Her mouth opened to say more, but you were faster.
"You-you were flirting with her and... treating me like shit all night!" You raised your voice just a little out of frustrating.
Hot Pants sighs, running a hand through her short hair. She looks annoyed but still so hot under the streetlight, and that just makes you madder. "Babe, seriously? You pulled me out for that. Everyone saw you acting all clingy and dramatic."
"Stop doing that! Stop trying to embarrassing me in front of everyone!" You're getting more and more frustrated each time, not being able to remember every phrase you mentally prepared for this moment.
"Listen, I'm sorry I embarrassed you, yeah?" Hot Pants nods, not even sounding sorry at all. "But you can't get this mad for some innocent flirting. We are nothing serious, remember? Maybe if you weren't glued to my side every second, other women would actually flirt with you too. You're scaring them off acting like this."
Her words sting deep, making your eyes water even as your heart races. She doesn't say anything softer, she stands in front of you, waiting for your tears to run down your cheeks so she can raise her hand and clean them with the thumb.
"C'mon, I'll take you home, you're drunk."
You let her grab your hand without a word or a complain. Truth is, you haven't touched a drop of alcohol tonight but still, you let her fuck you that same night even if it makes you feel dirty.
Making out with Polnareff before leaving your hotel
Joseph had yelled for you and Polnareff to come down for breakfast five minutes ago, yet you were still in your hotel room, locking lips with your sexy boyfriend.
Every day posed a new threat, and Polnareff was always ending up in abnormal, dangerous situations, you it only made sense for you to spend the last few minutes of safety you had kissing him silly before everyone's lives were put at risk.
His back pressed against the wall, Polnareff held you tight in his arms, kissing you with passion that was never to be found with anyone else. Soft moans traveled from his mouth to yours, the kiss growing messier with each passing second.
"Mon cherie..." he murmured, pulling away to stare into your eyes, his own glazed over with desire and lust. Polnareff brought one hand up to cup your jaw, bringing your lips back to his.
Arms around his neck, you pushed yourself impossibly deeper into him, savoring the sweet taste of his spit and the soft plush that were his lips.
Each swipe of Polnareff's tongue against your own sent sparks coursing through your veins. You feel them every time you kiss him, but it never gets old. How could it? Polnareff's such a sweet and gentle lover, one would have to be crazy to get bored with him.
"We... have to go, now." You pull away, breathless, a string of spit still connecting his lips to your own.
Polnareff sighs, his eyes holding a glimmer of sadness. Fear, too. Neither of you would dare to say it out loud, but one of the reasons you savored these kisses was because it could very well be the last.
"Right," he whispers, pressing a soft kiss to your forehead, "Let's go. Don't want to make the others upset."
Making out with Polnareff before leaving your hotel
Joseph had yelled for you and Polnareff to come down for breakfast five minutes ago, yet you were still in your hotel room, locking lips with your sexy boyfriend.
Every day posed a new threat, and Polnareff was always ending up in abnormal, dangerous situations, you it only made sense for you to spend the last few minutes of safety you had kissing him silly before everyone's lives were put at risk.
His back pressed against the wall, Polnareff held you tight in his arms, kissing you with passion that was never to be found with anyone else. Soft moans traveled from his mouth to yours, the kiss growing messier with each passing second.
"Mon cherie..." he murmured, pulling away to stare into your eyes, his own glazed over with desire and lust. Polnareff brought one hand up to cup your jaw, bringing your lips back to his.
Arms around his neck, you pushed yourself impossibly deeper into him, savoring the sweet taste of his spit and the soft plush that were his lips.
Each swipe of Polnareff's tongue against your own sent sparks coursing through your veins. You feel them every time you kiss him, but it never gets old. How could it? Polnareff's such a sweet and gentle lover, one would have to be crazy to get bored with him.
"We... have to go, now." You pull away, breathless, a string of spit still connecting his lips to your own.
Polnareff sighs, his eyes holding a glimmer of sadness. Fear, too. Neither of you would dare to say it out loud, but one of the reasons you savored these kisses was because it could very well be the last.
"Right," he whispers, pressing a soft kiss to your forehead, "Let's go. Don't want to make the others upset."
You had caught the eye of Zeke at a bar one night, and from that moment forward, he knew that he needed to be yours, no matter what it took.
He had approached you with the warm, charming smile he always wore when he needed to woo, pulling you into a trance and refusing to let you leave.
Zeke always had you by his side like a trophy, arm around your waist as he led you into stores that had been reserved for window shopping just a few months ago. Before Zeke had walked into your life and made it worth living.
No matter how expensive the bag, the shirt, or the makeup, he would buy it for you without a second thought, his only goal being to see you smiling and happy.
Zeke constantly surprises you with new designer clothes, spur-of-the-moment vacations to the Caribbean, and fancy dates on random Tuesday nights. Without spoiling you stupid, his life would be no fun.
He disregards his half-brother, Eren, when asked about the age gap. It's not that bad, and you and Zeke are both consenting adults, so what's the harm in him giving a little sugar to such a pretty, young woman like yourself?
But his love isn't just shown in gifts. Zeke makes sure you know how much he loves you with heartfelt letters, movie nights at home with all your favorite snacks, and other, more emotional things that money could never buy.
Some days you'll find lacy, ridiculously expensive lingerie waiting for you on the bed, a sign of what's to come later that night.
Zeke makes love to you like no other man has before, the wisdom gained in his years helping to make sure your thoroughly pleased, and you always are.
After finishing, he cleans you up, kissing your body all over, beard scratching against your skin. You complain, pretending it bothers you, but there is always a bright smile on your face.
He'll pull you into his strong arms once you're both cleaned up, peppering kisses along to top of your head, whispering I love you's over and over until you both fall asleep.
A/N: I loved writing this so much, @spookyeomgoose, thank you for the incredible idea!
hello babes i have a mikasa request good ole’ scissoring pls 🙂↕️🙂↕️
ouuu #needthat
jokes aside, realistically speaking, mikasa would be very much into tribbing for the mere thought of having a connection with you; it’s the way both of you can feel the pleasure as you rub against one another, aughh.
mikasa who loves to lay on the bed and just take it…staring as you spread her thighs open to reveal her glistening cunt, lifting one of her legs to your shoulder and attaching your pussy to hers. her hair disheveled along the pillow, gently gripping at your hips for balance as you lower yourself, feeling her clit as it throbs.
mikasa who, despite the fact that you’re on top of her, bothers on taking control of the whole situation, telling you how you should move/what you ought to do…etc. mikasa, whose words are as sweet as honey, coating you in compliments for how beautiful you are/how good you’re doing, i know that girl talks you thruu it fo’ sure.
“alright,” she rasps, oddly concentrated yet soothed. “yeah baby, just like that.”
you’re fucking soaking from her praise, your pussy gets visibly wetter as she speaks- read: not even touching you, speaks. your clit twitches against hers in the most ethereal way, her cheeks flush red at the sight of your focused expression, genuinely devoted to make her feel any kind of pleasure. foolish of you to think she wouldn’t notice, hence why she showers you with praise.
“my pretty girl, doing so good for me….” coos from beneath, her voice sounds like an alluring siren call you’re chasing feverishly. your grinding sets a rhythm against her big, swollen clit (mikasa who has a big clit….sue me) as your cunt merely pulses with each roll of your hips. it doesn’t take you long to be close, mikasa knows you have your ways and, one of the many factors that come with it, struggle to last long; luckily, she won’t bat an eye- instead, she finds it cute how your moans pitch a few octaves in very small batches.
she suits herself comfortably, adjusting her hips by pushing them upwards which, consequently, causes a unadvertised thrust to bump against your cunt as you gasp simultaneously. “f-fuck..!!” you squeal, lifting yourself upon, jerking. “shh,” grasping at your waist, “i got you baby, don’t run from it,”
mikasa who’s pretty attentive to your presence & makes sure you won’t get cramps from the position. mikasa who enjoys your eagerness to ride her clit, which, by the way, feels incredible against your own. mikasa who warns you seconds before she cums, in order to suit yourself and finally let go of your fears to not do it too fast (!!!). “fuck, i’m close,” she pants, teeth gritted & head thrown back on the pillow, “ugh- you feel so good….”
“o-oh….mika!”
mikasa who loves when you squirt….?
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Trying to write a Hange fic on ao3 and I’m struggling so much, plot wise. I’m 1.2k words in and all of my lead up plot had sounded so repetitive. People who can write enough and build a big enough idea to get hundreds of thousands of words are truly amazing.
You had caught the eye of Zeke at a bar one night, and from that moment forward, he knew that he needed to be yours, no matter what it took.
He had approached you with the warm, charming smile he always wore when he needed to woo, pulling you into a trance and refusing to let you leave.
Zeke always had you by his side like a trophy, arm around your waist as he led you into stores that had been reserved for window shopping just a few months ago. Before Zeke had walked into your life and made it worth living.
No matter how expensive the bag, the shirt, or the makeup, he would buy it for you without a second thought, his only goal being to see you smiling and happy.
Zeke constantly surprises you with new designer clothes, spur-of-the-moment vacations to the Caribbean, and fancy dates on random Tuesday nights. Without spoiling you stupid, his life would be no fun.
He disregards his half-brother, Eren, when asked about the age gap. It's not that bad, and you and Zeke are both consenting adults, so what's the harm in him giving a little sugar to such a pretty, young woman like yourself?
But his love isn't just shown in gifts. Zeke makes sure you know how much he loves you with heartfelt letters, movie nights at home with all your favorite snacks, and other, more emotional things that money could never buy.
Some days you'll find lacy, ridiculously expensive lingerie waiting for you on the bed, a sign of what's to come later that night.
Zeke makes love to you like no other man has before, the wisdom gained in his years helping to make sure your thoroughly pleased, and you always are.
After finishing, he cleans you up, kissing your body all over, beard scratching against your skin. You complain, pretending it bothers you, but there is always a bright smile on your face.
He'll pull you into his strong arms once you're both cleaned up, peppering kisses along to top of your head, whispering I love you's over and over until you both fall asleep.
A/N: I loved writing this so much, @spookyeomgoose, thank you for the incredible idea!
here is your daily reminder to COMMENT ON THE AO3 FICS YOU READ! it goes such a long way, especially if it’s a multi-chapter work and you can only leave kudos once. ANYTHING is an acceptable comment—emojis, keyboard smash, screaming, in-depth analysis! i promise you, the writers want it ALL
Reiner Braun who pays special attention to your tits when he helps you put on sunscreen
Shivers run up your spine as you stand around your chilly hotel room, waiting for Reiner to emerge from the bathroom so he can help you put on your sunscreen before the beach.
Your legs, arms, stomach, and chest are already coated in a thin layer, your back at risk of sunburn due to you being unable to reach behind you and apply an even amount.
Reiner comes out of the bathroom, his own sunscreen bottle in hand. "Alright, I'm here. Just your back?"
You nod, pulling your hair to the side to give Reiner full access to your back. He squirts some sunscreen onto his hands, steady touch rubbing it in circles all over your upper and lower back.
"Almost feels like a massage," you comment, closing your eyes as if it truly was one. When Reiner removes his hands from your back, you almost think he's done.
But you knew him better than that.
Reiner spins you to face him, ogling the sight of your full tits in your tiny little bikini top, the pale blue color of the fabric beautiful on your skin.
He squirts more sunscreen into his hand, a devilish smirk tugging at his lips as his hands find your breasts. "Just gotta make sure your chest doesn't burn, sweetheart," he chuckles, though his true intents are painfully obvious.
You laugh in response, going along with his playfulness as he hands dip under the triangle fabric, calloused fingers rolling over your hard nipples. He cocks a brow, yet his hands don't stop.
"It's because it's cold in here, dumbass." You roll your eyes, but there isn't any anger behind your tone or your actions. After a few more unnecessary minutes of kneading your flesh, Reiner lets go.
"You ready?" He asks, grabbing the beach bag he had packed earlier this morning, simultaneously watching you readjust your bikini top with a proud grin.
Nodding, you reach for your bikini cover up, holding it safe in your arms. "As ready as ever. Let's go before I start to get hot."
"You are hot," Reiner says, earning himself another eye roll. "Don't forget, I'm going to have to help you reapply later at the beach."
I leave for a beach vacation in five hours soooo how about some vacation/beach headcannons with Reiner? 🤤
Hello my love! i hope you have so much fun on your vacay! hopefully you like these!
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beach/vacay headcanons with rei bread!
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he LOVESSS putting sunscreen on you. he says it’s because he doesn’t want you to get sunburnt and he wants you to be safe, but everyone knows it’s because he gets the chance to be handsy with you in public.
super prepared. maybe a little over-prepared. has snacks packed for everyone, has clothes for every occasion because you never know what could happen.
he likes to tan. well, try to tan. instead he always ends up with sunburns that just leave freckles all over his pretty body.
he loves the water. like, LOVES it. it’s hard to get him out of the water once you’re on the beach, even to eat or re-apply sunscreen.
has things meticulously planned, down to how much you’ll end up spending on gas wherever you go. But, he’s willing to throw out everything he has planned if it means his girl is happy.
if we’re gonna be honest, the two of you spend a lot more time than planned in your hotel room because someone can’t hide the tent in their pants whenever he sees you in your swimsuit.
leaves marks everywhere, and i mean EVERYWHERE. that way nobody would ever dare to come hit on you. because obviously you’re taken. i mean, he even formed a hickey heart on your stomach!
spoils you relentlessly whenever you see a souvenir you want. the moment you pick it up? even think about it? it’s yours.
tries to get away with being more risqué in public, but you always stop him, telling him you’re not gonna do more than make out with him when there are families everywhere.
plans vacations a few days longer than discussed just so he has an excuse to bring you to bed every night and make you scream. what’s a vacation without a little bit of relaxing, right?
every vacation is planned around you. reiner says this over and over again, but all he needs to be happy is knowing you are happy and relaxed.
“Quanxi…” you whined, grip on her hand firm, refusing to let her leave the bed. “Please, it’s been forever since I’ve felt you alone.”
She scoffed, looking down on you with a small smirk.
“It’s only been a few days.”
Her voice was flat and dry, showing no intention of giving in to your desires. But you knew Quanxi better than that—all it would take was a little more begging.
“Please, Quanxi. Just for a few minutes, we have time.” You gave her your saddest puppy-dog eyes, lips curled into a small frown.
Quanxi sighed, but relaxed against the pillows nevertheless. She patted her lap, beckoning you to come and sit.
“You have five minutes, my girl.” Her tone and the glare in her eyes showed to room to argue back, but it didn’t matter.
Straddling her lap, you slowly started to rock against her crotch, the friction from her pussy stimulating your cunt in just the right manner.
Quanxi reached out to grab your hips, steadying your rigid movements. Her expression was blank, and one who had never met her would be unable to tell how she was feeling.
But you knew.
She was enjoying watching you grind against her, so helpless and so needy, craving another orgasm. The other girls were fast asleep, taking up the rest of the bed.
"Nghh... Quanxi..." you moaned, biting your lower lips and closing your eyes. Your hands kneaded the soft flesh of her breasts, pinching her nipples, her soft gasps filling you with a sense of pride.
Orgasm approaching, you sped up your hips just slightly, until the coil in your stomach snapped and you came all over Quanxi's lap.
Sliding your body off her own, you collapsed next to her. The weight of the bed shifted as Quanxi got up, but not leaving just yet.
"Stay here," she ordered, eyeing up your spent state, "I'll clean you up before I leave."
That new teaser trailer really did things to me oh my goodness my wife. Hopefully this isn't horribly ooc, I've read the manga so it shouldn't be.
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