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š the unofficial, unedited, and incomplete tbaw epilogue. proceed with caution.
āHappy birthday, asshole.ā
āHello to you, too, sunshine.ā
Eren laughs, leaning back against the outer wall of the house as he pulls the vape from his pocket. He thumbs the button, watching the red ring flicker to life, then brings it to his lips for a slow drag. The once-familiar burn of vapour scratches down his throat as he inhalesāand he clears the pain with a sharp cough.
āHowās things?ā Eren asks, voice strained.
āFine.ā The voice crackles over the phone. āI didnāt call to chat. I just wanted to wish you a happy birthday.ā
happy kinktober to those who celebrate
ā summary:Ā canāt stop thinking about this tweet. so hereās this!
ā pairing:Ā clark kent x reader
ā warnings:Ā 18+ mdni, smut, no plot just porn, p in v, praise kink, rough sex, squirting, breeding, overstimulation, inappropriate use of x-ray vision
ā word count: 1.2k
You knew Clark was Superman from the start of your relationship, with his metahuman strength and his heart of gold. He was always so tender with you throughout everything, so when you both tiptoed around intimacy, he was ever the gentle giant youād imagine heād be. Always making sure you were okay, soft lingering touches, making sweet love to you. He made you feel on top of the world.
In no way were you not enjoying yourself, but sometimes you wanted nothing more than for him to push you into the bed and fuck you senseless. You wanted him to have you drooling in the bed, fucked out of your mind. A few times during sex, youād ask him to go harder, to pull your hair, and he always obliged. Just too gentle for your liking. Heād move heaven and earth for you, but he was so scared of hurting you. He didnāt know his own strength and heād never forgive himself if he was too rough. The one time you asked him to smack your ass, he acted as if you had asked him to throw you through multiple concrete walls.Ā
It was another night of making love, Clarkās head nestled into your neck, your hands gripping his shoulders as he whispered sweet nothings into your ear. It felt amazing as usual, but you had an ache; you needed him to itch.Ā
āHey, Clark.ā You whimpered, pulling his head up to look at him. His thrusts slowed down, making sure you were okay.Ā
āYeah, honey?āĀ He hummed, his signature dimpled smile beaming at you.
āI need you to fuck me like you hate me.āĀ
As soon as the words left your mouth, his hips stilled inside you, his cock twitching inside of you. Betraying the concerned look lacing his features. āBut I donāt hate you?āĀ
āYeah, honey. Obviously.ā A laugh escaped your mouth, running your hands up and down his back.Ā āI just want you to fuck me. I love making love. I love it. But I want it fast. Hard. I can feel you holding back, you wonāt break me.āĀ
āI donāt wanna hurt you.āĀ
You pressed a kiss to his cheek, āYouāre not gonna hurt me. I trust you with my life.ā
āI donāt think you know what youāre asking.ā His eyes turned dark, staring down at you with a newfound desire swirling in them.Ā
āI wanna feel you for days. Need you to fuck me silly, please, Clark.ā You whined, clenching down on his cock. He was silent, reaching down to grip your thighs, wrapping them around his hips. He braced his hands on the headboard, gripping the wood. Without warning, he thrust up into you so hard all the air escaped from your lungs. It felt like he was in your throat, reaching places heās never even been before. His hips are pistoning into yours so fast you couldnāt even process it.Ā
āF-fuck Clark, I canāt-ā A wanton moan escaped your chest, digging your nails into his skin of steel so hard it hurt your hands.Ā
āOh, come on. This is what you wanted, right, baby?ā He grunted, making you nod, drunk off the feeling. Nothing but the sounds of the bed creaking and the slick sounds of you creaming around his cock. The creaking sounds got louder, and suddenly there was a loud crash. The bedframe splintering underneath Clarkās hands, the bed slowly falling apart around both of you. He shielded you from the debris, never once letting up his pace.Ā
āThe bed- fuck-āĀ
āYou feel so good, honey. Letting me use you like this.ā His eyes were dark, pressing hard kisses against your neck as the bed slowly slumped to the floor. He was so lost inside you, he barely noticed the splintered wood beneath his hands.Ā And he was fucking you too good for you to care about it. Moving to grip your hips harshly, fucking up into your body as if you were nothing but a toy for him.Ā
There was no way you were able to speak with how fast he was going, the only thing alluding to you cumming was your loud whimpers and your cunt squeezing his cock.Ā
āIām right here, baby,ā Clark promised, moving your legs up, determined to fuck into your guts, āBeing so good for me, huh? Look at you coming on my cock.āĀ
His eyes didnāt move away from where you both met, a white ring of release forming at the base of his cock. As soon as you were able to get some air into your lungs, you moaned his name over and over.Ā
āC-Clark, I canāt-ā Your legs were trembling under his hold, every part of your body was on fire. So overstimulated in the best way. Clark shushed you, letting one of his hands travel down to thumb at your puffy clit.Ā
āYes, you can,ā He cooed, admiring the way you fluttered and shook around him. All you could do was take it, your body greedily sucking him in still. Your second orgasm coming fast, feeling different from before. He tried not to use his x-ray vision on you, but he couldnāt help it. He could see your release growing, pushing against your walls, just begging to be let out.Ā
āW-wait-ā You stuttered out, moving your hands to try and slow him down. āI feel like Iām g-gonna-āĀ
He had a mischievous glint in his eye, continuing to hit the spot inside you that had you screaming. Your eyes rolling into the back of your head let him know he achieved his goal, your cunt spurted around him. A deep pleasure rolling through your body, a new sensation that had you cursing, not asking him to do this sooner. The warmth of your release had Clarkās hips stuttering, chasing his own high not far after yours.Ā
He tried to keep his pace, stuttering over your trembling frame. Never once stopping his praises.āIsnāt that good, baby? Knew you could do it.āĀ
āI love you. Love you so much.ā You slurred, practically seeing stars.
āO-oh.ā He whimpered, his cock twitching inside you. He was mumbling āI love yousā as he watched his cum seep inside your womb, filling you up so much he could feel it leaking on the bed, mixing with where you soaked the sheets. Soon, he was gently flopping his body on top of yours, pressing small kisses to your sweat-lined skin. Both of you are catching your breaths, holding each other in the post orgasmic haze.Ā
Clark felt it before he knew what was happening, his head rattling on your chest. When he looked up, he saw you stifling your giggles. Contagious, Clark was unable to stifle his own laughter, and soon both of you lost it in hysterics.Ā
āOur bed is broken.ā You wheezed, looking around to where the bed was now sitting on the floor in a pile of snapped wood. āSo fucking worth it though.āĀ
At this, Clark looked up at you, your skin glowing and your face blushing. āIāll buy you whatever bed you want. Iāll fly to Paris and get you one of those expensive ones. Or Iāll build you one with my own bare hands-āĀ Cutting his romantic rambling off, you smiled down at him. āMaybe after round two? I mean the bedās already broken..āĀ
mommypieck's kinktober 2023 .°ąĢ„ ąØą§Ā
day 1: first time with jean āÆā cherry pop!!!
day 3: anal with armin āÆā dirty slut!!!
day 5: age gap with nanami āÆā my daddy!!!
day 7: face sitting with suguru āÆā juicy!!!
day 9: crying with eren āÆā oh so messy!!!
day 11: mommy kink with satoru āÆā needy boy!!!
day 13: mutual masturbation with yuuji āÆā touch me please!!!
day 15: on cam with bertholdt āÆā watch my cunt!!!
day 17: cow hybrid with geto āÆā fill me up with milk!!!
day 19: cuckholding with connie (ft onyankopon) āÆā best friend's dick!!!
day 20: threesome with gojo and geto āÆā porn star fucking!!!
day 21:toys with yuuta āÆā dick isn't enough!!!
day 23: being loud with erwin āÆā moan my name!!!
day 24: pegging with nanami āÆā daddy turns into my toy!!!
day 25: sensory deprivation with choso āÆā pussy delivery for you!!!
day 26: size kink with inumaki āÆā so mean and rough!!!
day 27: stripping with levi āÆā you pervert!!!
day 29: on a phone with yuuji āÆā *y/n attached 1 photo*!!!
day 30: panties with megumi āÆā sniff sniff!!!
day 31: glory hole with eren & jean āÆā who's pussy is this!!!
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a complete guide to panic attacks for writers
Iāve seen many posts about this and many of them are either not very complete or somewhat misleading, so here goes, a certified anxious wreckās guide to panic attacks.Ā
First thing: there isnāt a clinical distinction between a panic attack and an anxiety attack so Iām not sure why everyone is splitting hairs over it. In the DSM āpanic attackā refers to the quick, sudden onset of intense fear and stress, the sympathetic nervous system response, and all the associated physical symptoms (that iām about to get into).Ā āAnxiety attackā isnāt a clinical term, and yet I see all kinds of postsĀ āexplainingā the difference and none of them actually agree on what the difference is (duration? severity? trigger or lack thereof? Iāve seen so many different things), so to me it seems like a dumb thing to split hairs over. Generalized anxiety is definitely different, but even then the lines can blur and when weāre talking about a discrete *event* where the symptoms come upon a person, thatās anĀ āattackā and saying panic attack suffices. Or anxiety attack. Just. Whatever.Ā
TL;DR: there is no clinically recognized difference between aĀ āpanic attackā and anĀ āanxiety attack,ā everything I see explaining the difference has a different idea of what the difference is, and itās not like, offensive or something to use theĀ āwrongā term so just. Yeah itās not a big deal.Ā
What is a panic attack?Ā
A panic attack is basically when someone all of a sudden feels extremely terrified and panicked, without being in actual danger. Theyāre associated with anxiety disorders and post-traumatic stress disorder, though they can happen to someone who doesnāt have a mental illness.Ā
Panic attacks are not just the emotion of fear, though; there are a lot of physical and mental reactions that go along with them. Feeling terror isnāt the only thing thatās happening. When the brain perceives a threat, the sympathetic nervous system causes a bunch of things to happen in the body to prepare the person to either fight or run away from the threat. Thatās called a fight-or-flight response. Breathing and heart rate speed up, while digestion is suppressed, and so on. These responses affect almost every system in the body. The personās mental state also changes. They become very hyper-vigilant to threats andĀ ātunnel-visionedā on whatever it is that seems to be the threat.Ā
A panic attack is basically all this stuff happening, but thereās nothing to fight or run away from. Itās bad.Ā
Symptoms, physical and mental
Some things to keep in mind, that I havenāt seen addressed in any post before: Iāve known a lot of people, including myself, with various anxiety disorders who experience panic attacks and all of them experienced a different grab-bag of symptoms. In some cases, the symptoms could be very weird. It would take forever to exhaust all the possible symptoms of a panic attack, but Iāll do a list and explain (Iāll go into more detail about how to write all this in a bit). Thereās a whole range of severity, and the loss of control/thinking youāre going to die happens with the more severe ones. One person can have both small attacks and huge ones that are much worse, and the symptoms they have can change over time.Ā
Intense fear - panic attacks are terrifying. They vary in how terrifying. I know saying āterrifyingā is exactly what it says on the tin, but itās hard to convey to someone who hasnāt experienced this exactly HOW terrifying they can be when theyāre really bad. When I was younger, I had attacks that lasted hours wherein it seemed almost as if I had suddenly realized that nothing in the universe is kind or good or safe and nothing I could hold onto for security felt even real. I know that sounds damn dramatic, but itās what happened. On that note:Ā
Feeling a sense of immediate impending doom. Again, no real way to describe this well but its BadĀ
Being convinced you are going to die. I mean convinced.Ā Ā
Feeling like you are losing control or going crazy. This goes along with the things I just discussed, and is usually with a severe attack.Ā
Racing or pounding heart - this is one everyone will know. Basically, your body is convinced you need to run from something or fight something.Ā
Feeling that the room is swirling or spinning around you.Ā
Choking/suffocating feeling or feeling like you have trouble breathing - This is scary. Honestly, a lot of why panic attacks are so scary is that the *symptoms* are scary. I used to always feel like I couldnāt pull air far enough into my lungs, or that no breath I took in was deep enough. You might feel like your throat is closing up. Expect a character to possibly gulp or gasp for air that they donāt feel like theyāre getting.Ā
Dizziness or feeling lightheaded or faint. Can result from hyperventilating as a result of feeling like you canāt breathe. Your character might need to sit down all of a sudden, or lean against a wall.Ā
Crying, or screaming: Not everyone will respond this way, but a personās stoic-ness orĀ ātoughnessā doesnāt have a lot to do with whether they do. Even a strong, tough person can react this way. An emotional person wonāt necessarily cry. It depends.Ā
Talking to oneself, babbling, muttering, moaning, really any kind of vocalization.Ā āOhmygodohmygodohmygod.ā That kind of thing.Ā
Pacing rapidly, fidgeting uncontrollably, unable to sit still. Messing with items around you and throwing them aside. Your character might walk around in tight circles or gesticulate frantically, clutch at their hair, etc.Ā
Really any tic or nervous habit that a character has might get worse and possibly harmful.
Shaking/shivering/trembling uncontrollably: A lot of people will think hand tremors or being āshakyā with nervousness, which I guess happens, but this can be and very often is very intense, teeth-chattering, whole-body stuff. Often seems to happen in waves or spasms, and you canāt stop it. If youāre having a very bad attack, think violent, uncontrollable waves of shivering. Itās very unpleasant.Ā
Tunnel vision or black around the edges of your vision: This is not something I can find on google but I know itās happened to me at least once.Ā
Sweating.Ā
Goosebumps or chill-bumps.Ā
Chest pains. Not something I have experienced much, so I canāt elaborate too much.Ā
Numb, tingly fingers or hands. I donāt have any personal experience with this, but apparently this happens to people.Ā
Racing or spiraling thoughts. Even if it didnāt have a trigger at all, your thoughts can still be really panicked and disjointed. Expect your characterās internal monologue to be very repetitive and unstructured. If there was a trigger, expect extreme obsessing over the thing that caused the panic. But in some cases, panic attacks can be almost purely physical responses. Multiple times Iāve been overcome by the symptoms and mentally just been likeĀ āOh, this isā¦happening to me.āĀ
Anger or aggression: The intense feelings of a panic attack can come out in some weird ways, and this is one of them. Snapping, lashing out, irritability, or other ways of responding with anger wonāt be out of place. You might be extremely defensive or ready to fight back.Ā
Nausea: Panic attacks always came with very severe nausea for me, though I never actually threw up (thatās rare, but it happens to some people.) This doesnāt happen to a lot of people, though.Ā
Other digestive distress: You can definitely have diarrhea or stomach pains.Ā
Hot flashes.Ā
Face turning pale/blanching.Ā
A feeling of weakness in your body.Ā
Feeling like whatās going on around you isnāt real; your surroundings seeming surreal. (Derealization. I havenāt experienced this much, so you can do more research on your own if you want to explore this one.)
Feeling detached from your body or like youāre observing yourself from far away. Feeling like you arenāt real. (This is called depersonalization.Ā Not much personal experience with this, either.)Ā
And these symptoms arenāt even close to all of them. Honestly, a lot of weird crap can happen, because panic attacks affect the entire body and everyoneās body is different. Of the list above, Iāve experienced everything at one point or another except depersonalization, stomach upset, and the tingling hands/arms and many of the above symptoms happened to me as flukes (I think chest pains happened like once). Some of the things on the list developed later in life. (I started getting hot flashes due to anxiety when I was 16.) Some symptoms disappeared as I got older. (I havenāt actually experienced shortness of breath much since I was a kid.) Everyone I know has a different set of these traits. I have no idea why. This is all just to show the wide variety of symptoms that can occur, and show that everyone is going to experience it differently. As for your character, you can just pick whatever feels right to you. Racing heart and shortness of breath are pretty much staples of the panic experience, and the shaking/trembling and dizziness are very common as well, but everyone is going to be different.Ā
Now, how does one actually write a panic attack?Ā
If youāre writing about panic attacks, you most likely have a character who has some form of trauma or anxiety disorder. Now, panic attacks can happen totally at random, but there is usually some sort of cause.Ā
When I sayĀ ācause,ā that can beĀ āthe room is too hotā orĀ āI saw something in an article about one of my phobias.ā (These examples are drawn from my friend and me, respectively.) Really little things can set the snowball rolling. Stress or anything unexpected will do it, and so will exposure to your characterās triggers.Ā
When I was younger, my triggers were all related to my phobias, which were mostly health-related. That meant reading something about some rare form of cancer, or something like that, could cause me to have an attack. Triggers could be related to a characterās trauma, or they can just be something that scares or stresses out a character. it depends on the character. Trauma related triggers can be very little and random. Anything they associate with their abuse or abuserāa scent, a certain song, a phrase said in a certain wayācan set them off.Ā
When I sayĀ āsnowball,ā thatās really how it works. The thing about panic attacks is that the attack itself is absolutely terrifying, to the point that a lot of people who experience them develop extra anxiety just over the prospect of having another one. The hallmark characteristic really is intense terror. When youāre not good and jaded and used to having them, the symptoms themselves will make you freak out more. Panic results in feeling like youāre struggling to breathe, and struggling to breathe results in more panic. I was especially screwed because my main triggers wereāguess whatāall related to illness. Yay.Ā
Your character is going to be in a very altered state of mind, most likely. They will be obsessing and spiraling and latching onto worst-case scenarios so that they canāt really objectively analyze what is going on with their body. Everything is Bad. Everything seems like itās as bad as it could possibly be. On this same note, your character is not going to be able to think or reason their way out of this. Their irrational, fearful thoughts are going to be a lot stronger than the reasonable ones and will be flashing like strobe lights on top of it. If that didnāt do it, the extremely powerful bodily response they are dealing with sure would. TheĀ āsense of impending doomā or of feeling like you might die is overwhelming and hard to counter with thoughts because it just feels so vast.Ā
Write a severe panic attack as you would excruciating pain, because thatās the best way to put the kind of mental state. It has to stop, it HAS to stop, but it doesnāt stop, thereās nothing you can do because thereās no actual threat.Ā
And yet, if your character has experienced this many times, they may be able to hold onto sanity and control their physical responses. Iāll get into coping skills in a bit, but Iām putting this out there to say that the first time and the fiftieth time might be really different.Ā
The first time people experience a panic attack, they often call 911. Iām serious. The thing is, you have to learn that what youāre physically experiencing is a result of panic; you donāt just instinctively know that. The first time I had one, I was 10 and the shaking and spasming didnāt feel like an emotional response, it felt like what in the actual hell is going on? Am I dying? It takes several more times experiencing this to figure out how your body reacts during a panic attack and several MORE to be able to piece yourself together enough during it to say to yourself,Ā āI am having a panic attack,ā and identify the symptoms.Ā
That said, even when you know whatās going on with you, itās still very scary because what do you do when you feel like you have to run, but thereās nothing to run from? Or you feel like you canāt breathe, but you know youāre taking in air?Ā
All that to say: the emotional response of fear isnāt the central thing your character will be conscious of. Their thoughts, and their physical reactions, are as important and they might even seem detached from the feelings of fear. So donāt just have your character being likeĀ āIām terrified, Iām terrified, Iām freaking outā¦ā It feels like some kind of medical disaster. I wasnāt always able to identify my attacks as fear at all. Obviously your character is scared. But show that through their thoughts (spiraling, disjointed, obsessive, babbling) and whatās going on in their body (cant breathe, sweaty, shaking uncontrollably).Ā Ā
Panic attacks can last anywhere from a few minutes to hours. When you get to ones that are hours long, usually itās happening in multipleĀ āwaves.ā Your character can start to calm down, and then they can start to think about stressful things again and hyperventilate and go back into it. A lot of definitions list them asĀ ābriefā but the briefest one Iāve ever had probably was no less than 20 or 30 minutes. Again, it will vary with the character.Ā
After your character starts calming down (this can just happen due to utter exhaustion, getting the symptoms under control, or just realizing that itās been two hours and theyāre not dying), they will feel exhausted. Especially if itās a long attack. If theyāve been in panic mode for hours expect them to be feeling like a beaten rug hanging on a porch. Panic attacks are draining. They probably wonāt feel up to much after. Their energy will be gone. They might feel a sense of calm and security after theyāre done, or they might feel very sick and bad. It just depends.Ā
On CopingĀ
The best coping skills usually target the body itself and focus on slowing down the fight-or-flight response. This is why breathing exercises are recommended. But they donāt always work. Being super aware of my breathing would always make me freak out more. The mental and physical aspects bounce off one another and if something thatās helping in one area is making it worse in another, it wonāt help overall.Ā
In my experience, knowing what was happening to me, all the causes of the physical things I was feeling, and that they were all just results of the panic attack helped me fend off the worse thingsāfeeling like I was going to die, et cetera. It may not be that way for everyone. But just knowing what is happening to you, or not knowing, makes a lot of a difference.Ā
What not to do: I know itās hugely tempting to have your character be held and reassured by their love interest and calm down, butā¦really, with a panic attack, youāre not going to pull someone out of it. It has to pass. Especially once the snowball is already rolling, it needs time to pass. Even the best damn coping skills in the world arenāt going to erase this and neither is a hug from someone cute.
Different people will need different things. Some people will be helped by being hugged or held tightly, but thatās not everyone. Some will want to be left the hell alone. Some people will want you to be near them and talk to them, but not touch them. For some people, holding their hand is enough.Ā
Thereās a post going around somewhere saying that grabbing someone and holding them tightly to you will stop a panic attack. This goes for both real life and fictionāDO NOT DO THAT. Ask!! Ask!! if itās okay! to touch them!!!!!! Never ever ever everĀ everĀ touch someone who is in this sort of distress without permission and especially donāt keep doing it even if they struggle. They could feel trapped and start to feel even worse, or if their panic is trauma related, they might haveĀ a flashback to an assault. In either case they might fight back and hurt you or themselves. Donāt put this in a book and show it actually working and being a good thing because NO.Ā
If you want to indulge some hurt/comfort or fluff,Ā just show the love interest character staying with them, asking what they need, doing what they can to help. Your frightened characterās love interest can coach their breathing, bring them a blanket or a glass of water, or just talk to them. They can remind the character that they arenāt suffocating. I mean, sure, they can hug if you like. Some people are comforted by being hugged. Just donāt portray it as some kind of cure or instant fix. Someone who is having a panic attack isnāt going to just immediately calm down upon falling into the arms of the right character. They may not calm down at all. The love interest might feel very inadequate. The most comforting things in the world are not going to be that comforting right then. Anyway, showing the love interest sticking through and being compassionate and attentive through ugly, scary hours of terror, even if thereās not a lot they can do, is sexy.Ā
If you wanna do cuddles, put those in post-attack, when your character is mostly calmed down and now is just spent and tired. They probably need the comfort and a long hug or back rub might do them good.Ā
On the topic of hugs, give someone with an anxiety disorder a hug for me today, will ya? (Ask first.) This was emotionally exhausting. Whew.Ā
This. This. This.
Had to get this out of my system because I was literally falling asleep writing it in my notes last night. I was thinking about Jean, Connie, Porco, and Reiner's favorite positions. I don't know the name for all, but hope you can pick up what I'm putting down.
Jean - Softly dominant, more of a service top. He opts for position with depth that will brush up against all the spots that will leave his partner an exhausted, satisfied mess. He can be a little rougher if you ask, but he's more about slow, long sessions that teeter between primal and passionate. He encourages and talks you through it. Isn't satisfied unless you both finish (you multiple times if possible). He doesn't mind a quickie every now and then, but they're not his favorite since he likes to take his time. He really enjoys the intimacy and considers sex quality time. Starts tweaking and getting irritable if you guys haven't had sex in a while. He's not above begging for "just a little taste, I swear".
face sitting & 69
missionary while he holds your legs open or hand pressing down on your lower abdomen
mating press
you on your back while he holds you up by the hips to keep you waist level or with pillows under you (he prefers to hold you up, but pillows leave his hands free to play with your body)
on your knees
Going down on you with the tongue/finger combo while his free hand holds you down
things he says:
"Yeah? You like that don't you?"
"That's so fucking good, baby"
"You're mine. All mine."
(chuckling) "Yeahhhh. Good girl. Good girl."
"Thaaat's it. There we go. Yeah, baby."
"So beautiful. I love it when you (act)."
"Let me hear you."
Connie - Since he's a bit of a lazy lover, he usually opts for things that are a little less work on him or where the burden is shared. Lazy doesn't equal bad. Connie still gets the job done, but if you both only finish once, he's fine with that. Always down for a quickie. He talks the least out of the four. He's focused on the moment and satisfying you both. He's fun in bed though and will actually flip a coin or do rock paper scissors for who gets on top, especially if its late or in the middle of the night.
On your knees for him
Spooning while you hold your leg up (or any variation, but leg up is his favorite)
cowgirl while he sits up/rocking horse
you spread eagle on the counter
Any variation of doggy
69
Mutual masturbation or touching each other
things he says:
"Fuck, you feel so good."
"Touch yourself for me."
"Fuck, I know you like that."
"So pretty."
Porco - I think he takes on more of a dominant role. He can be rough and teasing, but he always gets the job done and satisfies you ten times over. While he likes depth so he can push your crazy button, he also opts for control. Pretty talkative and talks you through it. He uses this sweet, gravelly, honeyed voice when he is saying the filthiest things known to man. He talks the most out of the four, constantly praising or degrading you (whatever is your fancy lol). Porco will wear your ass out and be unforgiving about it. His stamina is crazy, so he's fine if he doesn't always finish. When you look at the time, you realize it's been three hours and he's still in your guts. Opposite of Jean in the sense that you will be the one tweaking if it's been a while.
Prone bone (especially in front of a mirror) while he chokes you, has his fingers in your mouth, hand over your mouth, or grips your jaw while either talking in you ear or biting/kissing your neck
From behind, but you're upright with your back against his chest (also would be great in front of a mirror)
Bent over the couch and any variation of doggy
Cowgirl
Missionary with one leg on his shoulder
Missionary where he restrains your arms by bear hugging your midsection while he drills into you
Another one that enjoys going down on you and using the tongue finger combo while his free arm holds you down
things he says
"Look at you. Already a fucking mess."
"You look so good doing/taking (act)."
"You want me to stop?" (Laugh) "I didn't think so."
"Tell me you love this."
"My greedy girl. Always wants me to (act)."
"My pussy, you hear me?"
"Yeahhh. That's it. I'm gonna make a mess outta you. Give me some more/one more."
"I know. I know. Come on, baby. You can do it."
(Laughs) "So fucking loud."
Reiner - He feels like he was made to please you in whatever form you like. He can be dominant but leans more towards the submissive side. Everything he does it to please you and he really, really gets off on pleasing you. He likes being in control, but uses his control to satiate you before considering himself. He doesn't mind a pillow princess since he believes he should be doing a bulk of the work anyway. He just wants you to enjoy yourself and make sure you're pleased. He's okay not always finishing as long as you're satisfied, but he will never say no to you finishing him or going another round to ensure that he finishes. Checks in with you constantly to make sure you're okay. He prefers a soft, passionate environment, but will absolutely rail you if that's what you want.
Face sitting (he doesn't care if he suffocates, SIT ON IT)
Missionary
Standing doggy
Lotus
Any variation of cowgirl, but he will do the work by pistoning up into you
Standing lotus (or any position where he can show off his strength but still please you)
Certified eater
things he says:
"That feel good, baby? You want more? Tell me you want more."
"Atta girl.ā (Chuckle) āI knew you could do it."
"You look so fucking pretty when you..."
"Look at me. Yeah. Mhm. Just like that. Yeah, baby."
āLook at youuu. God, you look so good.ā
Lots of Porco Galliard NSFW headcannons for you nasties.
Minors do not interact. Not spell checked because I'm lazy (as usual)
in which your boyfriend, jean, is completely and utterly ruined by the sight of you touching yourself.
it unravels him in ways nothing else can, stripping away the cool facade until all that's left is a panting, desperate animal. he'd beg for it on his knees, forehead pressed to your thigh, his voice a broken whisper. "please, just let me watch. i'll be good, i'll be so good, i just need to see it." and when you finally grant him his wish, his eyes would go wide and dark, his jaw slack with a kind of reverent hunger, like he's witnessing something holy and obscene all at once.
he wouldn't blink, wouldn't look away for a second, memorizing every twitch of your finger, every shudder that wracks your frame, as if his very life depends on committing this specific sin to memory.
his own hand on his cock would be anything but gentle. it's a brutal, punishing pace, his knuckles white with the force of his grip, the slick, filthy sound of his fist stroking his length echoing yours.
he'd talk you through it, his voice a low, filthy growl that vibrates through the mattress. "that's it, spread yourself wider for me, baby. let me see all of it. fuck, look at you, dripping all over the sheets just 'cause i'm looking. you love it, don't you? love knowing what a fucking mess you turn me into." he'd describe in graphic, exquisite detail exactly what he's seeingāthe way your clit looks under your circling fingers, the way your hole winks around nothing, begging to be filled.
he'd tell you how badly he wants to replace your fingers with his tongue, his cock, his fucking thumb, anything to be inside the heat he's watching you stoke.
the degradation would make him come harder than anything. if you moan "you're such a fucking pervert, jean," his eyes would roll back in his head, a guttural "yes, i am, fuck," ripped from his throat. if you call him your desperate little pervert, your pathetic creep, he'd shudder so violently the bed would shake, his rhythm faltering as he teeters on the edge.
"say it again," he'd beg, his voice cracking. "tell me how sick i am for you. tell me i'm nothing but a dog for your cunt." he gets off on the shame, on being reduced to a base, primal thing by your mere existence, by the slick sound of your pleasure.
when you finally tip over the edge, crying out his name as you come, he wouldn't just followāhe'd shatter. his orgasm would hit him like a physical blow, a raw, broken shout tearing from his lungs as he paints his stomach and chest in thick, white stripes, his hips stuttering wildly into his own fist. for a long moment, he'd just lie there, wrecked and trembling, his eyes still locked on your spent, twitching body.
and then, without a word, he'd drag himself through the mess on his stomach, his tongue lapping up the mixed taste of your release and his from your skin, his actions speaking the filth his voice is too ragged to form: that heās yours, completely, in the most animal way possible.
one day this day was bound to comeā¦rule 63 i love you so much
jeanās so gentle with you
warnings: smut, extremely gentle loving throat fucking bc jean is never rough he is a lover boy end of <3
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heās big. tall, broad shoulders, a strong and solid chest, hard, defined abs and beefy arms. so so big, yet so unbelievably gentle and sweet with his soft, lovely girl.
he rarely denies you, he thought hell would freeze over the day he told you ānoā, but when you asked him to go rough? to fuck you harder? god, he couldnāt say yes. he could see how bad you wanted it, watery, pleading eyes, but he just couldnāt.
if he left even a single mark, whether it be a bruise or a hand print that stayed etched into your skin just a little too long, heād consider committing a felony. honest to god.
with jean, itās gentle, tender caresses, entwined hands, soft kisses, and filthy, yet somehow the most loving and romantic praises.
heās not fucking your throat, heās making love to it. on his knees, somehow still so tall and imposing, he hovers over you whilst you lay against the cushiony headboard with his cock slowly dragging in and out of your mouth with each careful movement of his hips.
when you manage to take him all, he coos through your gagging and spluttering, guitar string calloused hand cupping your jaw as his thumb smoothes across your chin, wet and sticky from drool and cum.
āthere we go, baby,ā he whispers, voice low and awestruck, honey glazed irises blown as he looks down to you, so fucking pretty with your mouth full of his cock, previously perfect lipgloss smeared around your lips. āso, so good fāme, yeah?ā
preening and whining upon his praise, a blissed out smile tugs his lips upward, allowing you to catch a glimpse of his infuriatingly perfect teeth. āatta girl, f-fuck-ā
it only gets better when heās close. your ears are blessed with that little whimpery stutter, he sings your high praises even louder than before, and his knuckles turn that delicious white as he grips the headboard harder.
āshit, baby-ā heās rutting into your mouth that little bit faster, which is perhaps the closest to rough youāll even get with jean.
āg-gonā cum, shit, gonna cum inside this pretty mouth, honey,ā he croons with the softest of voices one could manage when on the brink, āyā gonna swallow it, yeah? fuck, tell me youāre gonna swallow baby? p-please?ā
you nod, nails digging into his thighs while more drool pools out of your soft lips, and thatās all he needs.
jean never holds back with his grunts and groans, he never keeps his thoughts to himself, you deserve to know how good youāre making him feel, you deserve kindness, you deserve gentleness.
and you deserve to cum at least three times after making your loving boy feel so fucking good.
revolving door
every time i see the trio of jean, connie and sasha, i remember that they were actually a quartet