Contents - Temperature Play, Light Dom/Sub Dynamic, Biting/Marking, Modern AU
18 + Minors DNI
GN - Afab Reader
✎ back by unpopular demand
You thought it would be worse. To have the cold aluminium of a fizzy drink can pressed to the soft skin of your inner thighs. That rounded bottom tipping up occasionally to tap against your most intimate area whenever you moved or jerked in a way he didn't want you to. It was easy to enjoy a soft chill across your skin on a warm afternoon, what wasn't so easy to enjoy so innocently was the warm tingle that raced up your spine each time one of Eren's warm fingers brushed against your skin.
It wasn't the contrast of cold and warmth scratching your little lizard brain just right, that would far too simple to explain when he asks why you like this later... What you adored was the constant reminder his brief touches gave of his previous words "Don't move". The way the words were husked out while he pulled you to stand in front of his seat on the creaking lawn chair had your brain squishing into a pile of mush.
His words, though heard, were not a strong enough incentive to stop your right leg from jerking involuntarily when the chilled drink spilt onto your skin. The way Eren's eyes flickered briefly down to your thigh before going back to his phone screen was the only warning you received before his drink was discarded and his hand curled around the plush of your thigh. His hand jerked your body forward to stand between his legs.
"Sit." He rasped out, eyes still trained on whatever tiktok he had scrolled across.
It took you a moment to obey. One leg moved at a time, stiff from fighting the urge to simply straddle his lap. That wasn't what he wanted, it never was. The fool always made fun of Zeke and Jean for their habits, but he was no better. Once your warm core hovered over his thigh you dropped down. His fingers tightened against your smooth skin briefly before his attention was snatched by his phone once more. The wait for something to happen was excruciating. Thankfully as he scrolled past an ad Eren seemed to remember you existed as he began bouncing his leg, thigh pressing into your shorts forcing the fabric to grind against your warmth.
Your body lent forward trying to escape the sudden stimulation. Chest pressed to Eren's relaxed form, his head tilted slightly exposing his neck as he tried to watch his phone over your shoulder. Your head dropped as your lips ghosted over his pulse. In response he forced his leg up against you faster then before. His smell almost overwhelming. Your mind hazed over with lust quickly, an orgasm just out of reach as he went back to lightly bouncing his leg without a rhythm.
Mouth falling open your teeth sank into his pale skin a frustrated groan muffled while you gnawed on him. Your mouth moved from one patch of unblemished skin to another until your lips met his ear. Tongue poking out you licked against the shell which had him freezing in place. Eren's hand moved from squeezing your thigh to settle on your waist. His grip deliciously firm before his hand scratched its way down to your shorts. Forcing itself between your legs as his fingers toyed with you.
Kisaki finally getting the reader after she says yes to his wedding proposal ? How does he plan the proposal ? Fluff plz
✃ Kisaki Tetta × Reader
HCs & Drabble
Cut added due to length
Fem Reader
✎ this was so fun to write
He had huge plans
Hanma, of all people, talked him into something far more simple and intimate
He planned to take you to a fancy restaurant for a candle lit dinner and then a walk on the pier
Where he planned to drop to one knee and romantically propose while telling you all the reasons he adores you
His plan was immaculate. He had taken you to a candle lit dinner where the two of you shared a dessert, mainly Kisaki feeding it to you he is so down bad, and now the two of you were walking down the pier with your hands interlocked. The shining lights of the amusement part at the end of the pier only helped to make Kisaki even more anxious as they seemed to catch your eyes perfectly and the way they illuminated your face in the dark night had his heart threatening to thud out of his chest. Sighing Kisaki dropped your hand as you turned to point out a few seals playing below the pier. The moment you had turned to him with a confused expression he felt his words catch in this throat and his plans to profess his deep rooted love and adoration become static in his brain.
Hands clenching and unclenching he mechanically dropped to one knee and rummaged around in his jacket pocket panic rising in his body as realization dawned on your face. The moment he got the little ring box out of his pocket and held it up to you was the moment the world seemed to stop. The tears in your eyes and the soft tremble of your lower lip had his heart soaring and the small nod of your head as your croaked out a 'yes' had him wanting to vomit from relief and the nerves of finally being able to fully imagine his future with you and have it a real possibility. Though as he stood to slip the ring onto your finger he fumbled and almost dropped it which brought a shy smile to his face as your laughter filled his ears. The moment the ring had been fully slipped on your finger Kisaki brought your hand up to his lips and pressed a lingering kiss to your knuckles as his eyes flickered up to gaze at you fondly.
Warnings - Feminine Terms of Endearment, Oral Sex (F Receiving), Mild Pain Play, Illusions to an Oral Fixation, Fingering (F Receiving)
18 + Minors DNI
Fem Reader
✎ Babes I cannot be told Chris doesn't have an oral fixation
⪧ Lavinho
Hot lips pressing to your thighs, teeth grazing the sensitive skin of your outer lips it was all a prelude to the final act. The thing you had been craving since Lavinho and you had gotten home from your date, what his fingers beneath your skirt at dinner had promised. The only thing you would openly beg for when in bed, for his slick, warm mouth to abuse your clit while his fingers fucked you till you couldn't see straight. Back arching slightly you reached a hand down when his lips pressed a chaste kiss to your mound before he flattened his tongue on your clit with a wide almost feral grin on his charming face.
Through hazed over eyes you watched as he puckered his lips and blew cold air onto your warm slick sex causing your body to twitch slightly which earned a snicker from Lavinho. Tugging his fingers from your hole he held them up as he moved to hover above you, your hand dropping from his head to the matters as those warm eyes gazed down at you. Bringing his hand up to your mouth he silent tapped them against your lips as he waited for your lips to part before slipping them into the warm confines of your mouth. The earthy taste of your own arousal on your tongue had a breathy groan leaving your full mouth... It was going to be a long night.
⪧ Michael Kaiser
Finally you had put that fucker's mouth to good use. Michael was lucky he was pretty even if his hair looked like a little sea bug from certain angles. With a hand fisted in his hair and his arms around your thighs you rocked forward, clit bumping against his nose as his tongue greedily plunged in and out of your wet entrance. Soft breathless pants of his name dropped from your open mouth like a prayer. Even when his eyes narrowed and the undoubtedly smug expression he wore on a daily basis curled his lips where they rested against your sex.
The moment your breathing had grown ragged Michael craned his neck and forced his tongue harder into your hope as if he were trying to force an orgasm from your body. Head tilting down you panted as warmth coiled tighter in your lower stomach, with the way his eyes rolled to the back of his head and his cheeks flushed pink you knew he ate pussy for his own pleasure. When that slick warmth of an orgasm raced up your spine and the euphoria made your vision haze over the soft plush of your thighs had snapped shut on Michael's head, the simple action of you coming undone on his face had his hips jolting up as he came himself making a mess of his boxers.
⪧ Chris Prince
He talked a big game for a man who didn't seem to know what a clitoris was. Really it was a shame, for someone so damn pretty he was so dumb at times. Like now as you pointed at the various parts of your vagina all he did was stare with a look like he was listening, but from the tent he had pitched in his boxers you knew all he was thinking about was latching his mouth onto any part of your body he could. It seemed to send him into a blissed out haze just the mundane act of licking and sucking on various parts of your body. When you finally got a vague nod from Chris you laid back on the bed and let him dive in for his favourite meal, the dork even thanked you for it... Gods you were down bad for this fool.
The moment was ruined for the better as that warm heat of his mouth latched onto your sex. Back arching a soft keening main of his name left your kiss swollen lips. Back arching your thighs tensed around his head which only had those pretty eyes rolling to the back of his skull as Chris rutted against the mattress while taking his time licking and sucking on ant bit of skin within the vicinity of his hungry mouth. Head dipping slightly he nudged his nose against your clit before plunging his tongue as far inside of your hole as it would go. The more into it he got the more you knew it was going to be a long night filled with borderline painful overstimulation and you wouldn't have it any other way.
✎ Life has me by the throat so why not write the reader play just dance with tendou?
⪧ Tendou Satori
The infectious laughter bubbling from Tendou's lips as he stomped around in the sitting room waving his hands wildly as he belted out the lyrics to some song neither of you knew, but he was giving it his all. A smile tugged at your face as you sniffled slightly, the sting of tears threatening to spill from your eyes lessening the more you watched Tendou make a fool of himself. Standing you dropped the fuzzy blanket you had sought comfort from into a heap on the sofa as Tendou slipped his hand into your own with the controller mushed between both of your palms. Before you could protest over him smearing his sweaty hand all over your clammy post cry hand he had slipped his other arm loosely around your waist as he swung the two of you around like a maniac with a wild grin on his face.
Tendou and you stumbled around in a messy recreation of a waltz as the game went forgotten aside from the occasional vibrations emanating from the controller mushed between your joined hands. Laughter bubbled through the now warm air of the sitting room as Tendou swung his body about dragging you with him in your wild embrace as he got more into the dance, a wide grin on both of your faces. It was bliss, the thing that had been bothering you for the majority of the morning to the point you had sobbed and sniffled in a heap on the sofa with a comfortable blanket wrapped around your body. Thankfully though there was one lanky dork who always knew how to make you smile and forget your worries.
⪧ Miya Osamu
You couldn't help the small smile that tugged at the corners of your mouth as you spooned another mouthful of soup past your lips. Gulping down the warm veg filled broth your teary eyed gaze wandered over back to Osamu as he gulped down his own meal. Life had been wild the past few weeks the stress was getting to you, and you knew eating wasn't exactly a healthy way to deal with something as serious as stress, but sometimes a simple meal or a specific snack was all someone needed to brighten their day... And Osamu knew exactly what to do at those times. Food was his love language after all and it was also some way for him to show that despite his sometimes blunt comments he still saw your emotions as important and wanted what was best for you.
When your spoon tinked against the bottom of your bowl Osamu was quick to scoop up the dish and drop it in the sink before he sat a mug of tea on the table with just the right amount of add ins mixed into the drink for your liking. He didn't say anything about the puffiness of your eyelids or the sore cream you had spread on your nose after using an abrasive tissue for so long earlier. He did however lean down and press a kiss to your cheek as he mumbled out against your skin with a sly grin as you poked your tongue out and chirped about the tea being too hot.
"You're such a weenie." He teased which had you grinning as well as you lightly swatted at him from your seated position.
⪧ Kita Shinsuke
Kita knew what it was like to have jarring and sometimes harsh comments thrown one's way. He had been called many things, but they never bothered him all that much at the end of the day... Though when you ended up curled under a blanket on your shared bed as your eyes grew glossy the longer you stared unblinking at Kita it made his heart throb for you. With clenched hands and and aching heart he trudged down the hall and away from the bedroom the moment tears dripped from your eyes and down your cheeks. A large part of his mind screamed at him to go back and comfort you, but Kita knew you needed something more than simply him holding you as you cried over the harsh jabs your peers had spewed earlier that day.
Returning to your bedroom Kita sat down on the side of the bed as he rifled through the convince store bag searching for the thing he had bought you alongside your favourite snacks. A small noise bubbled from Kita's chest when your blanket wrapped form squished against him as you sought comfort. Turning he cupped your cheek with one hand as he used one of the wet wipes he had purchased to gently clean your tear streaked cheeks and sooth the irritated skin of your nose. Leaning forward he pressed a kiss to your forehead before he let you drag him down flat onto the bed so the two of you could cuddle and momentarily forget the world.
⪧ Ojiro Aran
Aran normally knew exactly what to do in these types of situations, but not when it was his partner sobbing in the car at the mere thought of having to attend a banquet. Reaching a hand out Aran slipped his fingers between your own and tugged your hand towards his mouth as he pressed a kiss to your skin. As his lips lingered he tried to decipher what could have possibly caused this. What had gone wrong and how could he prevent it from happening in the future so he could keep you content... If he could even prevent whatever it is that had caused you so much distress. Letting his hand drop he kept his grasp on your hand firm as he spoke in a soft voice, one he would normally reserve for when he's confessing his love for you late at night. "Hey sweets, want to talk about what upset you?"
The air in the car grew silent and still as you sniffled one last time teary eyes skirting upwards to gaze into Aran's warm concerned orbs as you mumbled out your reply almost embarrassed. "It's dumb, but I was so worried about embarrassing you tonight I just got overwhelmed."
"It's not dumb. Everyone worries about stuff and everyone cries, you just needed to relieve some stress and worry so don't apologize over that." His response was swift and confident as both of his hands moved to cup your cheeks as he gently turned your face to the side slightly so he could press a kiss to your temple.
"Besides how can I be embarrassed with such a cutie on my arm. Everyone will be jealous." Aran teased lightly which earned a bout of laughter from you.
Warnings - Blood, Violence, Cannibalism, Elk Y/N, Prey Becoming Predator Trope, Mildly Sexual Content (Described Male Arousal, Groping), Strade
18 + Minors DNI
Enby Y/N
✎ i will never write a cat y/n 🔪
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It was wrong. The way blood and meat were forced down your throat. The metallic tang so inherently disgusting to your, once plant sated, stomach that bile rose up from your throat whenever he came down to feed you. The disgust running rampant in the very crevices of your psyche had a dry heave rocking your now ghostly body. You were a litch in all, but name. An elk that was sustained on the flesh of the people they were forced to gore with their beloved horns... It was wrong. You didn't like this, it all made you want to curl up and die... Or worse it made you want to become the predator.
Your life wasn't always these several concrete walls, stained with blood and other bodily fluids. It wasn't always the Red Room you were forced to participate it. You had been content and happy once, a bloom amongst the muck and grime of the world. A soft hearted person who went out of their way to help others... Now though? You were barely a wisp of the person you once were, there wasn't any of the proper you left. It had all been taken, perverted, into a sick caricature of the elk that stood proud with their chest puffed out. You were prey, a glorified toy who once they lost their shiny charm would be sent to the chopping block like every other poor unfortunate soul to be dragged down those stairs.
Once you were dead, then what would you be? Freedom was an illusion even when off the physical spectrum. Certainly you would be a tortured spirit left to roam the lands wailing for retribution... Screaming for revenge. Was that your future to be the wailing elk ghoul who haunted an upper class neighborhood? To be the poor lost soul talked about at campfires to frighten children... To be that monster's next meal?
It was WRONG. You were a person, sure you had large antler and floppy elk ears, but you were more human than he ever would be. The beast that stalks the streets at night, a greased monster who's perverted gore slut mind ruled his world... And by proxy your life. Even that damned fox, skittish and demur wanting more to be a human and shed his animal visage was slowly becoming a power hungry monster - you could see it in his eyes. Both of them disgusted you. This new bastardized version of yourself disgusted you.
The world disgusted you.
Every last person in it was horrible, selfish, worthless. You didn't truly believe that... not yet. Not with a man screaming and crying for his god to save him while staring directly into your eyes. No, some people had worth just not those two creatures. They deserved one another. Strade and Ren. Ren hadn't harmed you yet, but you could see the predatory glint in his eyes each time you were brought up those gods damned stairs. He wanted to rip your throat out with his teeth and consume you whole. Just. Like. Strade.
The beast that you so tried to ignore began gnawing away at your very sanity when a large blood soaked hand clasped around one of your antler tips. Your head jerked forward and a sickeningly sweet pat pressed to your shoulders before you were urged forward slowly. The tear of flesh and muscle almost deafening as the man prayed to a higher power for salvation and rescue. Gods didn't exist, surely if they did they wouldn't have created Strade... Then again many gods are described as cynical and cruel... It doesn't matter in the end though. Everyone ends up stuffed down your throat after they're dead.
The hands on your back urging you forward moved in tandem as a sweaty, warm, body pressed to your bare back. Blunt fingernails digging into your skin hard enough that blood welled and dribbled down grease and gore slicked hands. Body stilling on its own you could feel your own tepid fear clawing away at the back of your throat, that little voice telling you to rear your head back and stab Strade, but you couldn't. There were too many what ifs, you could miss or worse he could enjoy it and you end up strangled to death all while a greased rat bastard of a man ruts away in your hole seeking release.
You didn't have time to spiral into a hole of what ifs or disassociate as your head was ripped back, the antlers you so adored goring the poor sod man further as his intestines threatened to spill out of his body. It always amazed you how much abuse person could take before they died. At one point this curiosity had been just a mild morbid interest... Now though as your chest and genitalia were groped while Strade watched the man writhe and scream in pain you wondered how much more you could take. Surely you were nearing your limit... Right? Yes that had to be it. You had to be near death yourself to find the way the poor man's organs strained against his slashed gut as they tried to spill out fascinating.
The man finally passed out - or died - from blood loss mere moments before his lower intestine finally spilled out of the quickly widening cuts on his stomach. The disgusting hard arousal pressed into your back as you were fondled like some type of toy had bile rising up in your throat. Hands clenching and releasing as you tried to will away to homicidal thoughts and disgust plaguing your tormented mind. It didn't work. The thoughts only grew as your body twitched violently enough to dislodge Strade's hold on your slightly... That was the only opportunity you needed as you reared your head back and stabbed your antlers into his shoulders. The angle of your neck was painful, but that only fueled the adrenaline and the monster in your mind more.
Turning quickly as Strade stabbed his pocket knife into the side of your arm you dislodged your antlers and stumbled backwards falling onto your butt as you stared at the greasy bastard of a man. He had an irate expression as he held a hand to his throat, a horribly familiar gargling noise leaving his mouth as he wheezed in a breath... You had hit something extremely important in your blind attack. It took several long seconds before his eyes dulled and his body slumped, but finally you were free. Though your ears flattened to the sides of your head as soft clawed footsteps descended the stairs.
Series Notes - Implied/Referenced Sex Work (Cammimg, Camboy Waka & Shin), Platonic & Romantic Relationships, Sexual Humour, Social Media AU, Twitch Streamer Reader
I’m so excited to be hosting this 500 collab event. I want to thank everyone who had followed and watched my account grow. Your likes, reblogs, and comments have helped keep me going with this account and I appreciate and love everyone single one of you! I never even thought I’d be able to get to 100 on here, so I am eternally grateful for everything 🫶🏾. I will continue to write for and create spaces for black women in fandoms to come and enjoy reading, discussing, and just vibing about their favorite characters!
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I will be hosting a collab titled Forbidden Loves.
With this collab, you can write about any character from any anime/manga. The topic will have to follow the title of this event. Whether it is The brothers best friend, best friends brother, Rival Families, or something completely different. In some way the romance has to be Forbidden and hold some kind of secrecy.
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