I think itd be funny if people in the dc universe started calling for Batman in the same why they call on mayor Mandani any time theres an inconvenience in Gotham from the local villian of the week to the city needs more dumpsters they just make and upload a video saying "Batman can you come deal with this"
* This man is very insecure, he feels like heâs trapped you in a marriage you canât escape to a less than honourable man, and whenever he wakes up to you he canât help but feel this pit of guilt for being so selfish as to keep you
* Heâs always slept poorly both before and after heâs met you, admittedly when you do start sharing a room his dreams are less orientated around the worst day of his life, but now he gets nightmares about losing you⊠constantly
* Now that heâs attached itâs like his brain flips a switch and how he canât help but think about how weak you are, how easily it would be for the universe to just take you away
* This results in a very protective, very paranoid Sanami that insists on having someone escort you everywhere (that someone being mainly him) which includes going to the onsen but you donât mind too much in those cases
* Regardless it does feel nice to have a steroid brick-house follow you around 24/7, itâs not like the villagers would ever let you pay for anything in the market since youâre married to the wind Hashira but still.
* Genya goes about it in a more relaxed way, he almost sees you two as a version of what his parents could have been like in not for the demons (including their father)
* Both are equally willing to defend your honour, actually when Tanjiro and his friends first came over to the wind estate in order to visit Genya you had to convince Sanemi to let go of Inosukeâs neck because he didnât bow when you where first introduced and your husband had forced the kids head down with his eye twitching like crazy
* You guys hang out whenever Sanemi is of missions, youâll start teaching his how to read and write once you find out that he canât. And in return the boy will just talk to you, which is very valuable to him since he doesnât have many people left .
* Some nights the three of you will sit down at the table and dine on whatever youâve made for dinner that day on the slight chance the two brothers donât have any missions. And in those moments it feels like a family, a strange, very scarred, demon slaying family.
* Sanemi will also refuse to give Genya sake no matter how old he is, not even a sip
* For a demon slayer Sanemi is also quite the lightweight in terms of alcohol, when the two of you where first wedded the first time heâd actually gotten so close to you was when he laid his head in your lap and curled up on himself, the man was practically purring when you ran your fingers through his hair.
* His face was so red when he woke up lol
* Much like his brother, Sanemi has zero game what so ever, heâd get all quiet when you where first engaged and turn his face away from you to hide his beet red face
* His favourite thing you started doing was holding his hand, it always stumped him the contrast between your hands. His were practically made of stone compared to how soft and unweathered yours were.
* He liked it when you two were walking side by side and youâd just slip your hand in and his whole hand could practically enclose itself around yours like gloves.
â” notes: i was not expecting but it was really fun to write this
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A - Admiration (what do they admire most about you?)
When Gwayne is in love he can see the beauty in all details, physical or not, but he absolutely loves when you give a little demonstration of your courage, especially with your children or with him. He doesnât really need to be protected or to someone defend his moral and virtues but for him is really special to know that you would do for him everything that he would do for you.
B - Beauty (what do they find most beautiful about you?)
Gwayne loves your hands, always delicate while touching him, or maybe your hair and how shiny it looks under the sun while you're picking flowers, also he can't forget your voice reading a piece of the new book he gave you, oh and also-
C - Cuddling (how do they like to wrap around you?)
His heart melts when you start to cuddle. If both of you have a little free time he's doing circles with his finger around your thigh, your back or your hair and giving little kisses on your exposed skin.
D - Dreams (how do they imagine their future with you?)
Gwayne wants kids laughing through the hallways, a peaceful home. Spend the afternoon teaching his little boy how to fight, hoping that he won't need this for anything other than tournaments, and you teaching his little girl how to sew or read at the garden within his sight.
E - Emotions (how do they express themselves around you?)
After the marriage Gwayne starts to get intimate with your, sexually and emotionally, he loves to talk about his day before sleeping but also hear about what you have done and in these moments he let all his vulnerability for you to see.
F - Fears (what are they most afraid of in their relationship?)
He hates to hurt you, even unintentionally, he thinks he failed as a husband. Also he fears something happening to you like someone physically hurting you or even trying to kill you, he wants to be around whenever possible so he can give his life to protect yours.
G - Gifts (what are their perfect gifts)
Gwayne always tries to think on something you like or that you mentioned recently, a cake that you tried at the market, a book you wanted to read, seeds of a flower that don't grow next to your house but you think are the prettiest. Also dresses with the best dornish silk he can afford, he want the people around to see how well-cared his wife is.
H - Honesty (how honest are they to you?)
The more intimacy, the more honesty. He will always try to be honest with you to because you are one of the people he trusts the most and because if something happens between you both he wants the things to be resolved as soon as possible.
I - I love you (how long did it take them to say it)
While you were dating, after some feasts, parties and walkings through the Oldtown's gardens he already knew he was in love so it didn't take that much for him to confess, saying he loves you more than anything, asking if you also wanted and yearned for him as much as he did for you.
J - Jealousy (how jealous are they)
Gwayne knows his partner as much as you know him, so what could he fear? Another man trying to seduce his lady wife? Gwayne would let the Gods decide with a fight who would have her because he is certain that you were made for him and he's made for you and no other noble with a quick smile would get you away from him.
K - Kisses (how do they like to give kisses?)
Very polite, very classy. He only kisses the back of your hand, your cheeks and the top of your head, the more intense and sweet ones he gives are reserved for your home and your chambers. These kisses happens after a section of smooches and makes him rest his hands at your back and your face, always trying to be gentle and reading your movements and your sounds to understand if you're really into this.
L - Love (whats their love language)
Absolutely quality time and physical touch, as said before, he loves to spend any moment with you and at the more intimate ones he's kissing your whole skin, interlacing your fingers and anything more he can do because he's a gentleman and he doesn't want to embarrass you in front of your friends or family. I think that one of his favorite moments is when you are leaning against his chest while you're taking a bath, just feeling the skin-to-skin and having a moment alone after a day of assignments.
M - Mornings (how are mornings spent with you?)
If he wakes up before you, he waits until you also wake up while appreciating how cute his lady wife looks while unconscious in the realm of dreams. After that he likes to eat his breakfast with you, talking about what you both are going to do at that day and probably a little bit of gossiping.
N - Names (what are their favorite pet names for you?)
Any one of them, but maybe "my princess" (even if you're not from royalty) is his favorite.
O - Obvious (how obvious do they make their love?)
Do i need to explain? The more obvious possible while being respectful to you, if you're are too shy or don't like PDA he will contains himself but everybody can see the puppy eyes and the silly smile when he looks at you.
P - Patience (how often do they get angry at you?)
Almost never, he avoids fightings and discussions, he would even say that he's wrong or simply ignore what happened if it's something simple or just stupid. Gwayne don't want to marry someone that will complicate his life, his family already has this job (hello ormund).
Q - Quality time (how do they like to spend their time with you?)
Talking or simply doing nothing, the place or what are you both doing depends a lot on you, he is happy just to be there sharing some time together, but he also likes to brings some different activities for you both every now and then.
R - Romance (how romantic are they? Cliche or rather creative?)
Romeo and Juliet vibes, a man that if necessary he would die for you just to join you in death, your knight in shining armor. He reproduces everything he learned about how to treat a woman right and some of those things from the romance books your read sometimes(he asks you to read them for him).
S - Safety (how safe do they feel around you?)
If you are in a relationship for some time and already have a strong bond he will feel safe, knowing that you wouldn't try to hurt or betray him somehow, at least intentionally.
T - Tease (how much of a tease are they?)
Not too much honestly, but when he's in the mood he likes to tickle your neck and look at the other side with the most innocent face in the world as if it wasn't him (there are only you both at the room).
U - Upset (how do they act when you're upset? and when they are?)
Gwayne ignores you for sometime so when he talks to you the anger doesn't speaks for him, he is angry but he doesn't want to pour everything on you while he's trying to understand and think about a solution.
When you're upset with him he tries every possible way of earning your forgiveness, but if this do not happens Gwayne will give the time you need and try again later.
V - Vanity (how much do they care about their appearance around you?)
Enough i would say, he likes to look presentable in all moments, nothing too much, just don't look a mess, but for you he put some extra effort, as he knows that you do the same for him.
W - Work (how hard they work for your love?)
Gwayne it's the rarest type of man, the one who tries to conquer love of his wife everyday. It's in the way he speaks to you, the way he touches you, the way he really pays attention to the things you do and say, how he tries to be always there for your needs.
X - X-ray (how easy is it for them to comprehend you?)
He tries his best always, but considering that he tries to create a honest and loving relationship with the lady who stole his heart, it's kinda easy for both of you to understand each other.
Y - Yearn (how is their day when they miss you?)
If, for some reason, you are separated he spends the whole day thinking "oh, i should take this for her", "oh, i need to remember this later and tell her", "oh, she would like this", and when he's home he needs a long moment with his wife to tell everything he saw and to show the things he bought for her.
Z - Zzz (what's it like sleeping with you?)
Very comfortable with the best pillows he asked just for you. He absolutely would be the big spoon if you want and ask him, but he prefers to be the little spoon so he can sleep listening to your heartbeat with his hand around your waist while you're massaging his hair.
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Some short imagines of being the lover of those in House Hightower
Dark! House Hightower/Reader
Age gap imagines with my favorite house <3
Dark! Otto Hightower/Rhaenyra's Twin! Reader
â± The younger twin sister of Rhaenyra Targaryen, you had taken more after your mother. Gentle and quiet in nature, you had developed into a wallflower of sorts, often overshadowed by your sister and forgotten by your father. Whilst Rhaenyra paraded around as heir, you are left to your own devices, and you much preferred it that way.
As did your father's closest companion.
â± Otto Hightower watches as you grow from an anxious young girl to a delicate and elegant young lady, and he finds himself enraptured by you, as taboo as it may have been.
While your sister fled to Dragonstone, you remained in King's Landing, too worried about your father's condition to leave him alone. You don't marry due to your delicate health, and your days are spent in the library or in the sept, and it absolutely sets Otto aflame.
â± Otto had no intention of finding love or lust after the death of his wife. Otto seems to find both in you as he snakes his way into your personal life.
You feel the grip of Otto's fist as he bunches up your gown, and you pray that no one enters the library as you whimper gently into the pages of your beloved book.
You can feel the hardness of his cock through his breeches, crying out as his thick, ringed fingers press into your cunt.
You knew Ser Otto to be an honorable man, but this was the farthest thing from honorable.
"M-My Lord," You stumble over your words, shivering at the kiss he pressed against the nape of your neck. Otto groans against you, a certain revulsion taking his mind. He had not felt lust overtake him in nearly a decade, and here you were, tempting sin from every inch of his being. A woman no older than his own daughter, a princess of the realm.
It was debauched.
It was vile.
It was arousing.
Otto thrust forward, his cock bottoming out with a roughness no one would expect from a man of his station. He'd have to manipulate your dying father into marrying you to him; that much Otto was sure.
Afterall,
You couldn't have any bastards running around, now, could you?
Dark! Ormund Hightower/Targaryen! Reader
â± You were the last child of King Viserys and Queen Aemma, your twin brother dying along with your mother. You'd never met Aemma Arryn, and no one ever spoke of her to you. She existed as a ghost in your childhood, and you knew that your older sister blamed you to some extent.
Rhaenyra could not love you fully, but you had a family.
Alicent had raised you alongside her own children, loving you deeply.
So, when her cousin asks for your hand, there isn't much hesitation from your mother's side.
â± You meet Ormund on an occasion when he comes to King's Landing, and before you know it, you are being courted by a man old enough to be your father. Ormund is older, yes, but he is kind, and he shares your dislike for your home. You never felt welcome in the Red Keep, and Ormund offers you a way out.
He's the yearning type, pining for you in a way he knew was not appropriate. You were so gentle, pious in a way that aroused Ormund to no end. He wanted you carnally, yes, but also in such a pure way. Ormund wants to worship you; he believes that you deserve it more than any god could.
â± He marries you as quickly as possible, thinking that your union is preordained despite the age difference.
It didn't matter that he has been married before, it didn't matter that you were leagues younger than him.
Ormund wanted you.
So, he took you.
Ormund's hands are gentle as he holds your cheeks in his palms. A gasp leaves his lips as he catches your eyes glancing up at him. He can feel your tongue, your throat, your teeth. It's all too much to bear, and he's vaguely aware that you aren't married yet, and that he is corrupting you. A sin more egregious than murder, he would say.
Normally.
Your lashes flutter softly, and Ormund groans into your mouth; his fingers slip past your ears to cup your nape to keep you in place as he kisses you deeply. You're inexperienced; it's obvious in the way you move your lips uncertainly against his own, and how your hands fist his shirt anxiously.
It should bother him, Ormund thinks.
It should bother him that he is corrupting such innocence, taking your first kiss under the moonlight in the royal garden. It should bother Ormund, but it instead arouses him, his cock straining against his pants as his tongue slips past your lips and teeth. It isn't the first kiss you deserve, he knows, but he is losing his composure.
You gasp suddenly as his tongue runs over your own; the sensation is odd, yet not entirely unpleasant.
You pull away, then. Your voice is shaky as you pant from the lack of oxygen, suddenly hyperaware of the public setting of your encounter.
You are the very image of innocence, and it sets Ormund on fire.
He wouldn't take you tonight; he had his limits. Ormund would not debase you in such a manner; he was still a man of faith, as thin as his patience was being stretched.
It kills him to escort you to your room, kissing you goodnight, yet he does it without complaint.
Because a woman such as you deserved to be worshiped, not ravaged.
Dark! Gwayne Hightower/Lady! Reader
â± No older than Gwayne's oldest nephew, you are a close companion of Daeron's, and you constantly have Gwayne questioning his morals.
A soft, gentle lady from the House of Ashford, you were a sweet little thing. Intelligent, yet naive in many ways. It came with your age, Gwayne thought, but you were a loyal friend to his beloved nephew. Daeron adored you, as did many others in Oldtown where you had been sent to Ward all those years ago. Four years Daeron's senior, your friend remained protective of you, much like a dragon would be over its treasure.
â± Gwayne hates himself for being so attached to you. You were younger than him, a sixteen-year difference enough to make him feel just a little bit gross. Yet, he cannot stop himself from vying for your attention...
You are a gentle creature, Gwayne knows. He isn't used to the gentle hands or soft words that you offer him without thought, and so you often have him reduced to a fluttering mess of obsession.
It is you who has Gwayne wrapped around your finger, and the knight can no longer imagine his existence without you taking a vital part in it.
â± Gwayne's love isn't intense or overstimulating; it is gentle and overcoming. He loves much in the way that he serves honorably. A knight's duty is to protect the innocent, and that is how Gwayne approaches your relationship.
He protects every aspect of your being, whether you believe you need him to or not.
Gwayne holds your hands tenderly, pressing his lips against your knuckles in a gentle gesture of pure devotion.
He can see your embarrassed expression, and it sets him alight with a certain fire he could not put into words even if he tried. He can feel your fingers tremble slightly as he holds them. You are a nervous creature, unable to help yourself at the feeling of his smooth lips pressed against your skin.
The intimacy of kissing your hands has Gwayne flushed down to his bones, yet he remains still, ignoring the arousal that stirs in his loins.
Gwayne glances at you as you whisper a simple utterance of his name, the syllables smooth against your tongue.
If you'd let him, Gwayne swears he'd worship you like a god. It may have been sacrilege, but a part of him didn't care. The Seven had nothing on his religion, the holy arousal that flowed through his veins instead of blood whenever you were near, whenever you allowed him to touch you like this.
Ser Gwayne was your devoted lover, in every sense of the word.
Dark! Alicent Hightower/Lady! Reader
â± Alicent, who develops an unhealthy infatuation with one of her ladies-in-waiting. You are similar in age to Helaena, yet you chose to serve the Queen instead. You found a similar spirit in Alicent, looking up to her more than you could put into words, and Alicent enjoyed your company greatly.
You follow Alicent around like a duckling who had imprinted upon someone, and she finds it so enthralling.
â± Alicent had been powerless for such a long time, never having had anything to call her own, so when she has you, she feels a certain power in her veins. You are willing to stay by her side, rejecting plenty of marriage proposals so you could continue under her watch. You would need her leave to marry, and you find that Alicent does not find any man worthy of your hand or womb.
Alicent does not know that she sees you in a romantic light until after Viserys passes. In some twisted way, she thinks of you as a sisterly companion. Her jealousy, she thinks, is due to her not having any friends at court. Alicent cannot bear the idea of you leaving her, especially not for some man.
â± It's only after you come to comfort her in her chambers after her husband dies that Alicent's self-control snaps like a thread under a candle.
Two bodies melted together against Alicent's bed, a mess of gowns and misplaced undergarments. Alicent moans above you; a gentle whimper leaves her lips as she humps softly against your thigh, her fingers knuckle deep in your cunt. Her hips are stuttering, and you can feel the sticky wetness swear and drip against the soft flesh of your thigh.
Your own thighs tremble, your queen thumbs at your clit, and Alicent presses her lips against your own to stifle her own moans of pleasure.
It's a feeling of sweet relief, Alicent having never felt so satisfied a day in her life.
She had taken you much in the way men took their wives, and it was so...
Arousing.
Your nose bumps against her own, and you shyly grip at the dark green fabric of her gown, keeping it pulled past her hips so she could continue to hump at you like a depraved dog. Alicent can feel her core throbbing intensely, and she knows that she wouldn't trade this for anything.
She'd dreamt of this, she admits to herself. Dreamt of bending you over one of the wax-riddled sept corners, riding your backend like some sort of common whore.
These fantasies had resided in the darkest part of Alicent's mind, only allowed to surface in the quiet moments she allowed herself, usually in the comfort of her bath.
She intended to make the most of it now that she finally had you.
Criston Cole is such a realistic character because I, too, would become a munch if Alicent were my queen.
â Gwayne isn't necessarily submissive, but having you take complete control during sex drives him wild.
â Prefers you on top, setting the pace while he takes in every detail of your face above him, obsessed with the movement of your body right within reach, eager to bury his face in your chest and leave your skin completely slicked with his drool. Heâs completely captivated by your face, obsessed with catching every flicker of pleasure and knowing he's the one putting it there.
â He craves raw intensity, begging for you to pull his hair, dig your nails into his back, bite him, choke him. For him, pain becomes pure pleasure, but only when it's coming directly from your hands.
â "Please," he growled, the word heavy and breathless against the quiet of the room. "Don't slow down. Take complete control of me⊠do whatever you want. Dig your nails in, pull my hair, hurt meâjust stay on top of me and don't hide your face. Let me see what I'm doing to you." SO DESPERATE
â Heâs obsessed with your natural scent after a long day, pleading with you to skip the bath so he can drown in your warmth. In those moments, he devours you like a man starved messy, slick, and completely uninhibited, eating you out until you're reduced to a breathless puddle, unable form a sentence.
â Gwayne needs you to consume him with your lips and tongue, kissing his face, licking his throat, giving his nipples relentless focus. He's addicted to hours of desperate edging, worshipping his length while denying him release until he's sweaty, burning red, and crying from sensory overload.
â Always wants to cum inside you, the idea of filling you with his hot release is something he constantly thinks about. He's loud when he climaxes, keeping you impossibly close as he moans and whimpers into your mouth, exchanging breath and spit.
â He loves to go down on you right after climaxing, tasting your shared release against your skin as he brings you to one final orgasm. Afterward, he trails back up your body to kiss you hungrily, making you taste every bit of the mess created between your thighs.
Notes: Headcanons really save the day when you donât have the time or energy to write full one-shots
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A = Aftercare (What theyâre like after sex)
Minimal aftercare honestly. Like will cuddle you but is also a product of the times so donât expect more than him cuddling you
B = Body part (Their favourite body part of theirs and also their partnerâs)
Partnerâs - LEGS. Did yâall see the way he was gripping at Rhaenyraâs thighs one Driftmark??? Give that man some thighs and heâs happy
His - Doesnât have one, but not in a âI hate everything wayâ, but in a âI have never given enough of a fuck to sit down and actually think about thisâ kind of way. If you try to pressure him with an answer, heâs going to say his dick just because.
C = Cum (Anything to do with cum basically... Iâm a disgusting person)
Heâs an arrogant Prince who believes his cum being anywhere other than inside of you is a waste. He will cum other places because you asked, but his favorite will always be inside you.
D = Dirty Secret (Pretty self explanatory, a dirty secret of theirs)
Catch him on a vulnerable night and heâs a sub. You just gotta be sneaky about it.
E = Experience (How experienced are they? Do they know what theyâre doing?)
âLord of Flea Bottomâ answers the experience.
Does know what heâs doing, but it depends on who heâs fucking as to whether or not he cares enough to make it good. If he cares about you? Thereâs a reason Rhaenyra was pregnant 3 times in 6-9 years
F = Favourite Position (This goes without saying. Will probably include a visual)
Doggy style with his hand either in your hair to arch your back, or on the back of your neck to force your face into the mattress. Argue with a wall.
G = Goofy (Are they more serious in the moment, or are they humorous, etc)
Sex is not a game to him. You will rarely ever catch him being goofy in the moment
H = Hair (How well groomed are they, does the carpet match the drapes, etc.)
I feel like he would keep it trimmed, but that heâs not very hairy in the first place
I = Intimacy (How are they during the moment, romantic aspect...)
This 100% depends on his mood. He always makes sure youâre okay nod into it, but heâs not especially romantic on a day-to-day basis
J = Jack Off (Masturbation headcanon)
He loves a battle and loves a war because he knows heâs good at it. Hates that he has to use his hand instead of you.
K = Kink (One or more of their kinks)
T H R E E S O M E S.
You can argue with anyone else in the world, but this man loves a good olâ fashioned m/f/f threesome, and not in the âomg lesbians hotâ way, but in the âI love both of these women and wow theyâre hot and wow theyâre mineâ way
L = Location (Favourite places to do the do)
Anywhere he can. Does not care.
M = Motivation (What turns them on, gets them going)
Just look at him and heâs ready to go. If youâre not Targaryen, then he especially loves it when you wear Targ colors.
N = NO (Something they wouldnât do, turn offs)
Nothing goes near his ass and heâs only submissive in very particular circumstances.
O = Oral (Preference in giving or receiving, skill, etc)
Heâs never turning it down and it doesnât matter if itâs giving or receiving. Lowkey has an oral fixation
P = Pace (Are they fast and rough? Slow and sensual? etc.)
Capable of both, but heâs usually fast and rough. He loves hearing the way you whimper and beg for more
Q = Quickie (Their opinions on quickies rather than proper sex, how often, etc.)
This man DOES. NOT. CARE. How he gets between your legs, JUST AS LONG AS HE IS BETWEEN YOUR LEGS.
R = Risk (Are they game to experiment, do they take risks, etc.)
Heâll try anything (except for receiving anal) once.
S = Stamina (How many rounds can they go for, how long do they last...)
Goes for a solid 2-3 rounds and can last a while, but you honestly wouldnât know if he had a bad night anyways, because this man is making you cum at least twice on his fingers and/or mouth before fucking you anyways.
T = Toy (Do they own toys? Do they use them? On a partner or themselves?)
Heâd own every toy a medieval society could have and would use them all on you (with consent)
U = Unfair (how much they like to tease)
This man is a cocky shit that likes hearing you beg for him. Heâs teasing you as long as he wants.
V = Volume (How loud they are, what sounds they make)
Average volume, but a talker. Dirty talk is his forte and it makes up for how little he genuinely moans.
W = Wild Card (Get a random headcanon for the character of your choice)
Secretly has a pain kink and loves the feeling of your nails raking across his skin.
X = X-Ray (Letâs see whatâs going on in those pants, picture or words)
A little above average on the length, but he has girth, and he completely understands that size only goes so far so he actually knows how to use it
Y = Yearning (How high is their sex drive?)
He gets you both banished one time just because heâs tired of not being able to fuck you whenever the two of you want. Would live and die between your legs if possible.
Z = ZZZ (⊠how quickly they fall asleep afterwards)
Makes sure youâre asleep first and then is out cold
Strap headcanons with Alcina, Ashley, Bela, Cassandra, Daniela, Donna, Grace, Mother Miranda, and Sherry. All NSFW, so it's all under the cut.
She's entitled to say the very least. Alcina doesn't ask if you'll do things like suck her off or let her pin you down against the mattress so much as she just expects it.
Alcina likes being in control and using her size to her advantage when she's fucking you. She will always be fairly gentle, but you don't get an inch to try and squirm around while she's having her way with you.
The size is fitting because she'd feel embarrassed if it wasn't. Lucky for you, Alcina's fingers do a great job of stretching you out before she even begins to tease you with the tip (she loves watching you try to buck your hips for more with no avail)
It's rare for Alcina to let you ride her, but she learns that she likes the sight of it in the bath. She's still shoving your hips down to force as much of herself inside of you as she can, but at least this way you can control more of the pace.
After you take her strap, you're practically bedridden for a few days. She only breaks it out for special occasions and your recovery is absolutely held as sacred. None of her daughters are allowed to bother her for any reason while she takes care of you.
Ashley's stamina isn't the best, so she prefers to be on the bottom when she uses the strap-on. She tries to keep pace with you, but sometimes you go so fast that she can only manage to clumsily buck her hips up and hope for the best.
She's in heaven when you bring home a double-sided dildo for the first time, but you quickly learn that you have to be the one who fucks her with it because otherwise Ashley loses all her focus.
Ashley prefers for you to use the strap on her, but she'll never say no to the opportunity to watch you ride her. She's so attentive touching you that even if she stutters with her rhythm, Ashley still makes you cum.
Even if she's fucking you, Ashley is moaning and whining like she's the one being fucked. You know that when she's on top, the harness rubs against her in a way that can get her close, but it's never quite enough to make her cum.
Sometimes you like to have her bend you over and fuck you while she's still got her skirt on. Ashley always gets really shy about it, especially when you drag her in front of a mirror and stare at her while you beg for her to fuck you harder.
Bela's ability to control herself in comparison to her sisters goes out the window when she puts the strap on. Prepare yourself for a long night because Bela won't stop until she's satisfied with how ruined you are.
She's always rough with it, grabbing and moving you into whatever position she wants. Bela prefers to be on top of you, spreading your body beneath hers and fucking you relentlessly.
The aftercare is always good, especially because Bela assigns a maid to tend to you. She wants to be close to you, so the maid just gets you whatever you need.
Bela gives you little breaks between what feels like an eternity of sex. In the quieter moments, you tend to cuddle. If you're really lucky, Bela lets you touch her or grinds against your thigh to get herself off.
You learned once the hard way that sucking her strap is a no-go because Bela will get overexcited. She will settle for just fucking you because Bela prefers to hear the noises you make when she fucks you over the muffled noises of her strap in your mouth.
Cassandra likes to lay back and let you do the work at first, but you eventually always goad her into pinning you down. You do have to be careful how much you push because she loves an excuse to punish you.
Her strap is longer than it is thick because she likes to see the bulge when she fucks you. Cassandra is always going as deep as she can get with every thrust.
There's not a lot of kissing or anything unless you kiss her. She huffs and puffs about it like she's annoyed, but leans into every press of your lips.
Cassandra is mean when she fucks you. She'll hold your orgasms hostage, make you beg with tears streaming down your cheeks, and then tease you about being a sensitive whore. The humiliation makes your skin burn, but arousal so much sharper.
She doesn't want to be the only one getting rough. Cassandra will purposefully cross lines verbally to goad you into smacking or scratching her. She loves the pain and finds it more pleasurable than when you make her "act soft"
Daniela likes to go fast and hard, normally from behind. She grabs your hips with a tight grip and holds you up because eentually your knees always give out.
She gets excited, but she's definitely eager to please you. If you tell her to just lay back and let you have your way, there's a 60% chance that she manages to listen.
You're rarely in one place when she's fucking you. Daniela likes to carry you around in her arm and pin you to various walls around her room (sometimes in other rooms in the castle if she thinks you won't get caught)
She's loud and expects you to also be loud. Daniela takes it as a personal challenge to make you scream without getting any of her torture tools. She's adamant about not purposefully hurting you.
Daniela likes making sure that you're completely filled, so whatever hole is unoccupied by her strap is getting her fingers if the position allows for it. If not, Daniela has no issue acquiring a plug or another toy to do the job instead.
Donna likes using the strap because it's easier to put distance between your bodies. She loves you so much it makes her crazy, but she gets so nervous when it comes to intimacy.
She mutters a lot of praise while she fucks you. It's quiet, almost whispered and definitely meant to be hidden beneath your moans. Donna loses it when you start praising her back, like a complete mental shutdown.
The strap leads to other things, and suddenly, sex feels a lot less scary for Donna. She stops trying to keep herself so hidden. It's not letting you in all the way, but it's a lot more than before.
Donna works on pollen blends to act as aphrodisiacs and with consent, she'll give you flashes of images that she knows will arouse you. That turns out to be something she does a lot outside of the bedroom.
Donna starts out just trying to have sex with some space between you to burying herself deep inside of you while cuddling. That ends up being her favorite position and yours because you can hear her with so much more clarity than before.
Grace is nervous as hell at first. She refuses to even try to talk to you as she fidgets and checks herself out in the mirror to make sure she doesn't look completely ridiculous.
She goes slowly, but it's clear that Grace has watched someone else do this before. You tease her about it, which leads to Grace pulling up her second, secret Reddit account and showing you the subs she was in.
Grace gets a toy to practice fucking when you're not around. You come over to surprise her one day and catch her. It's a little pathetic watching her grunt as she fucks her toy, but you find it so hot.
You learn little ways to get Grace to be rough with you. It's mostly tugging at her hair because you try not to scratch her. That leaves really deep red marks no matter how lightly you think you're scratching.
It's rare that Grace gets drunk, but you learned after a friend's wedding that Grace fucks hard when she's drunk. There's a layer of restraint that gets burned away and suddenly, she's greedy and just wants to see you squirt.
Miranda expects you to worship her for your reward. She knows how good she is, and it's only after you make her cum that she'll don your stupid sex toy and fuck you.
She enjoys herself, and it's all light work for her physically. Miranda doesn't let you boss her around, but she is shockingly considerate of what positions you favor.
Miranda acts like she thinks the whole ordeal is beneath her, but you've seen the way her face lights up when you wrap your lips around her strap. Technically, neither one of you can really feel anything when you suck her off, but it happens too often for her to deny that she likes it.
Eventually, it becomes a way for her to vent frustrations. If a meeting goes awry, you know to expect a long night "comforting" Miranda. You also know that you'll have to wear high collars and scarves for the next week because she loves marking you.
Miranda starts wearing the strap-on around, especially if the two of you go to one of the churches. She loves fucking you on her altars, but never when someone could catch a glimpse of your body.
You used it on her first, and for a long time, Sherry wasn't interested in trying. She liked using her fingers and mouth, but then you asked nervously and Sherry thought you looked too cute to refuse.
She smothers both the toy and your cunt in lube. Everything is slick and Sherry kind of fumbles around at first, but she's always been a quick learner. Sherry figures out to use a little less even though she loves how you look all wet.
Sherry likes to hold you while she fucks you. She's touching you as much as possible. There is no escaping Sherry, she takes over every single one of your senses when you're in bed together.
After a little while, Sherry asks if she can get a bigger toy. You take a little time to get used to the new stretch, and once you do, she shocks you with a surprise: fake cum. It took a lot of restraint while you were adjusting not to let that one slip.
Sherry suddenly gets more vocal when she can "cum" inside of you. She lets you do the same to her, and while you don't enjoy it as much as she does, you definitely get it.
Can you do some headcanons for the wolfpack from twilight (all separately) about their sleeping habits and how their habits may have changed after they met their imprint (the reader)?
Best wishes and kisses
-your fav anon đ
Wolfpack Headcanons
Authorâs note: I hope this is what you meant! Iâm not good at write head-canons!
Jacob Black
Before Imprinting:
âą Jacobâs sleep is restless, especially after joining the pack. He often wakes in the middle of the night sweating or with his heart racing.
âą His bed is messyâhalf the blankets on the floor, one sock off, phone still playing music.
âą Sometimes he dreams about the life he wants but wakes up with the weight of everything heâs lost.
After Imprinting:
âą For the first time in years, he sleeps peacefully. His imprintâs presence eases something tight in his chest.
âą He sleeps closeâalways touching. Whether itâs a hand over their hip or his forehead against their back, he needs the contact.
âą His favorite thing is waking up first and watching them breathe, warm and safe beside him.
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Paul Lahote
Before Imprinting:
âą Paul has trouble calming down. He can lie in bed for hours, running through memories or frustrations, fists clenched in the sheets.
âą He sleeps in short, shallow bursts and often wakes with a pounding heart or clenched jaw.
âą Most nights he ends up outside, pacing or sitting on the porch trying to breathe it out.
After Imprinting:
âą Everything changes. His imprint is like a balm for his soul. With them beside him, his body finally relaxes.
âą He falls asleep with one arm slung over them, face buried in their shoulder like itâs the only thing keeping him grounded.
âą If they wake during the night, he mumbles, âYou good?â without even opening his eyesâalways attuned to their needs.
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Embry Call
Before Imprinting:
âą Embry sleeps with headphones in or TV on lowâhe hates silence. It reminds him of how alone he feels.
âą He usually curls into himself, always on the edge of sleep but never quite at peace.
âą Occasionally wakes up from dreams he canât remember, just left with the ache of wanting someone he hasnât met yet.
After Imprinting:
âą Itâs like breathing fresh air. He doesnât even need sound anymoreâjust their heartbeat.
âą He wraps his arm around them and fits his face in their hair, whispering things he was too shy to say in daylight.
âą Sometimes he dreams about growing old with themâand wakes up smiling, holding them closer.
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Quil Ateara
Before Imprinting:
âą Quilâs always been a heavy sleeper, but a lonely one. He pretends to be fine, but his roomâs a little too quiet.
âą He sleeps curled in a nest of blankets, trying to mimic the comfort heâs missing.
âą On bad nights, he lies awake thinking of Claire and how wrong it feels to be stuck in time.
After Imprinting:
âą Quil turns into a human blanket. He holds his imprint like theyâre the best thing thatâs ever happened to himâbecause they are.
âą Falls asleep talking to them, laughing softly, sharing little pieces of his soul he hides from others.
âą Wakes up smiling, fingers tangled with theirs, as if to make sure theyâre real.
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Jared Cameron
Before Imprinting:
âą Jaredâs bed is made. His alarmâs set. He falls asleep at a decent time, but thereâs no warmth to itâjust routine.
âą He sleeps on his side, facing the wall, arms tucked in like heâs bracing for something.
âą Every once in a while, he dreams of someone heâs never met, and wakes up oddly heartbroken.
After Imprinting:
âą He turns over in bed nowâto face them. His walls come down slowly, quietly.
âą He falls asleep later and later, not because he canât sleepâbut because heâs soaking in every second of them being there.
âą He keeps one hand resting on their back or tucked under their pillow, as if memorizing their presence.
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Sam Uley
Before Imprinting:
âą Samâs sleep is shallow, burdened by responsibility. He wakes often, heart tight, haunted by dreams of what heâs lost.
âą Even in sleep, his body stays tenseâmuscles locked, jaw clenched.
âą He sometimes stares at the ceiling for hours, wondering if heâll ever feel peace.
After Imprinting:
âą His imprint brings stillness. She touches his chest and he exhales like he hasnât in years.
âą They sleep close, always. Not out of need, but comfort. As if their souls are aligned even in dreams.
âą If she stirs, he murmurs her name like a prayer and settles instantly when she answers.
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Seth Clearwater
Before Imprinting:
âą Seth is the only one who really wants to sleep. Heâs a dreamerâcurling into a ball, mumbling half-formed thoughts into his pillow.
âą He sometimes sleeps with the lights on or a book open on his chest. He dreams in vivid color.
âą Leah teases him for being a cuddlerâeven alone, he hugs a pillow to his chest.
After Imprinting:
âą Seth lights up when they share a bed. He spoons, clings, tangles limbsâand smiles in his sleep.
âą Heâll wake up just to press a sleepy kiss to their cheek and whisper âlove you,â then drift off again.
âą His imprint often wakes to find him already awake, just watching them with this soft, awe-filled gaze.
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Leah Clearwater
Before Imprinting:
âą Leah doesnât sleep so much as collapse from exhaustion. Her nights are full of tossing and turning, angry tears, and cold sheets.
âą She always wakes up alone, sore from clenching her jaw or curling too tightly into herself.
âą Sleep is a battleâone she rarely wins.
After Imprinting:
âą Sheâs hesitant at firstâsharing space feels vulnerable. But over time, she starts to trust it. Trust them.
âą She sleeps with her face in their neck, breathing slow and steady, one arm across their stomach.
âą Her sleep becomes deeper, safer. For the first time in a long time, she stops waking up cryingâand starts waking up at peace.
Disclaimer:
I do not own Twilight or any of its characters. All rights belong to Stephenie Meyer. This is a work of fanfiction written for entertainment purposes only. No copyright infringement is intended.
The aot boys as your toxic exes who somehow cant let you go???
Idk why i js thought about it, also add porco, Zeke and bertholdt if u can
Love me Harder
"so what if i do i do if i can't figure it out? I'm gonna leave, leave again."
aot boys as your toxic exes who canât seem to accept that the relationship is over.
CONTENT WARNINGS : SMUTTY, toxic relationships/exes, typical down bad behavior you'd expect from a desperate ex, sexting, nudes exchanging, heavy petting, unprotected sex, doggy style, creampies, breeding kink, lowk evil!nerdmin makes a reappearance, manipulation, dubcon, 'just the tip' activities, oral f!receiving, car sex, riding, reader has hair that can be pulled, dirty talk, sub/service dom!reiner, two special little twt links are in erenâs too ;P
TRIGGER WARNINGS : themes of manipulation i.e brief insinuations of self harm (doesnât happen), lying and dubcon are prevalent in arminâs (oops), overall lowkey toxic behavior from all the boys but when do i ever write any of them normally đ, and thatâs all that comes to mind but if i missed anything pls lmk !
includes : eren, armin, jean, reiner
word count : 9k
what's playing : love me harder by ariana grande / none of your friends business by ginuwine
*unedited
a/n : hiii anon i hope u like this! iâm sorry the aot boys u requested werenât featured here but i will do a part two with them just for you ;P i apologize my posting has been so painfully sporadic things r sooo hectic rn but i will be going on a 10 day trip in less than a week and i know the chances of me posting while im out are slim to none so i wanted to give yall a little goodbye post for now! love you all so much, thank you for being so patient with me :( comments are appreciated <3 hate will be deleted
eren
oh that man is so toxic in and out of a relationshipÂ
and unfortunately you had to learn this firsthandÂ
what you two had was the definition of a push and pull dynamic
one minute he would be absolutely flooding you with love and affection and the next would be him pulling away the second it felt too seriousÂ
because of this, eren was the one who broke things off, claiming that he wasnât ready to settle down yet and that things were getting way too committal for his tasteÂ
he figured heâd do the mature thing and let you go once and for all, knowing it was selfish to keep a loyal girl like you tied down to a man who didnât know what he wantedÂ
but of course, at the end of the day eren was far from the selfless man he was attempting to be when he broke up with youÂ
he initially respected the fact that you no longer wanted to follow him on any social media, acknowledging that you wanted your space away from him while you took the time to heal Â
but upon his first night without you, he was hit with the deep gut punch of loneliness. he felt cold in his own bed without having you cuddled up beside him and with your legs tangled togetherÂ
his fixation on you only grew and ultimately devolved from him borrowing (stealing) arminâs phone to watch your stories and check your posts to him giving up and just doing it all on his own phone altogetherÂ
he didnât bother in making a fake account either, he just simply viewed all your posts on his main account, having grown desperate for you to not only notice him but to respond to him as wellÂ
even if it was to tell him off for breaking no contact, he didnât care, he just needed to hear from youÂ
he even grew a little bolder with it too, he began hearting your stories and sending you those stupid drooling emoji reactions, always making sure to slide up on the ones where you posted a selfieÂ
which prompted your friends to beg you to just block him or at the very least block him from viewing your stories so that heâd stop sliding up on them every. single. time.Â
but you couldnât, no matter how much you tried to ignore him and to leave him on read, you couldnât find it within you to remove the one last thing tethering you togetherÂ
your silence was driving him crazy, he missed you, yearned for you in ways he hadnât for anyone elseÂ
it even drove him to hold onto a few of your possessions that he claimed he had no idea what you were talking about when you asked for them backÂ
it was the first week of the break up and you two were returning each otherâs items, and it didnât take you long to realize you were missing something. you two had gone back and forth about it until you gave up and left before you allowed him to suck you back into another stupid argumentÂ
in his defense, all that he had left of you was a pair of your favorite panties and one of your softest scrunchies, and he would be damned if he was going to let those go. besides, itâs not like they were necessities
heâd buy you dozens of each if it meant youâd spend an ounce of time with himÂ
but that never happened. which led him to developing a new routine that consisted of spending his nights either drinking himself unconscious or jerking off to your stories and posts, panties in hand and scrunchie around his wristÂ
memories of your sweet, soft and wet little cunt plagued him like a disease he never wanted to heal from, and all he could do was squeeze his eyes and pump his cock while pretending it was you wrapped around himÂ
but his imagination and recollection of memories with you could only go so far, and one night his desperation spiraled further than it usually did, leading him to travel beyond his better judgment and land right back into your text messagesÂ
from : DO NOT LET BACK IN! :Â i miss u so fuckin much right nowÂ
you <3 : eren what the fuck are you doing?Â
DO NOT LET BACK IN! : i canât stop thinking about u itâs driving me crazyÂ
you <3 : that sucks for you.Â
DO NOT LET BACK IN! : please baby i need u [Image attached]Â
you <3 : jesus are those my panties?Â
DO NOT LET BACK IN! : yea, itâs all i have left of u n i couldnât let em go. canât stop fucking them while wishing it was ur pussy insteadÂ
you <3 : eren you need to stopÂ
DO NOT LET BACK IN! :Â i canât, iâm so hard rn it hurts i need youÂ
you <3 : how bad do you need me, eren?Â
eren : so so bad im leaking pre all over your pretty lil panties rn, fuckin throbbing just thinking about that cunt of yours [Video Attached]Â
you <3 : fuck eren oh my godÂ
eren : yea baby? like how fucking hard i am for u? touch ur pussy for me, i wanna hear how wet u areÂ
you <3 : [Audio Recording Attached]
eren : fuck u sound like a mess, send me a vid of u fucking urself on ur fingers, stretch that lil pussy out for meÂ
you <3 : [Video Attached]Â
eren : shit i wish i had ur pussy gripping my cock like that rn babyÂ
you <3 : you could.Â
you saw his chat bubbles appear then disappear and you frowned, your fingers stilling inside you before pulling them out altogetherÂ
the burn of rejection and embarrassment flooded you overwhelmingly at his lack of a response and tears prickled your eyes when you realized youâd humiliated yourself for his benefit all over againÂ
you laid there in shock that you let yourself get sucked back in so easily like you promised yourself you wouldnât, stuck with the feeling of having been used and discarded like a toy that finally broke and was no longer fun Â
when you finally stood up to head into the bathroom to clean yourself up, you heard a knock at your doorÂ
âin a minute!â you called out, rushing to wash your hands before you answered the doorÂ
the knocking was aggressive and incessant and you huffed, marching down to swing it open and curse at the unlucky person who caught you after embarrassing yourself in front of your ex for the last timeÂ
except the person at your door was your ex, and he didnât give you a moment to react or speak with how quickly he rushed to lean in and kiss youÂ
he was moaning into your mouth the second your lips locked, kicking the door behind him shut before his hands were all over youÂ
he was hungry for you, starved more like it as he roved his palms across your hips, and under your ass, gripping you tight until it hurtÂ
he cupped your cunt and latched onto the side of your neck, licking a wet pane over your pulse before kissing a bruise into it with his fingers drawing up and down your soaked foldsÂ
âcouldnât just stay in bed,â he had finally breathed out, mouthing over your throat as his fingers sunk into your tight hole, the corners of his lips perking when he felt your lower half tremble from the intrusionÂ
âwhile knowing you were wet for me and i wasnât there to take care of it.â he groaned, rutting his aching cock up against your hipÂ
âth-thought you were ghosting me when you didnât respond,â you whimpered, bucking up into his touch and nearly collapsing when he began to thumb over your clitÂ
ânever that baby,â he panted, kissing his way down your collarbones as his wrist curled between your thighsÂ
and when you finally stumbled into your bedroom he took you with your face smushed into a pillow and your ass flushed against his hipbones
he fucked you with a fervor you didnât even know he had in him, his hard and toned sweat sheened abdomen curled over your back with his teeth sunken into your shoulder, marking you up while his heavy cock dragged in and out of youÂ
heâd already pulled two orgasms from you, however he wasnât quite satisfied with just two measly climaxes, not after how long heâd gone without you. he wanted you limp and borderline non responsive after he was done with youÂ
he needed you to feel how the lack of your presence had affected him and how much heâs needed you during your period of no contactÂ
âfuckinâ gushing all over me baby, you do that for anyone else while i was gone?â he grunted in your ear, unlatching his teeth from your flesh to press kisses behind itÂ
ân-no âren,â you sobbed, your lungs clawing for breath as he continually fucked it out of youÂ
âno? you didnât give this pussy up to anyone else?â he hissed, raising a hand to smack the side of your ass, pulling you apart to spit between your cheeks and watch it dribble down to his pivoting cockÂ
âno!â you wailed, your pleasure induced tears soaking through the pillow beneath your cheek
your bed was slowly becoming drenched with what eren was doing to you, he had your mixed arousal drooling down your thighs and onto your duvet, as well as both yours and his sweat imprinting into the fabricÂ
âgood.â he exhaled, completely guttural and primal as he shoved himself inside you
his balls hit your clit and his large hand came around to encase your throat in a tight grip, his lips attached harshly to the side of your neckÂ
âyou and your pussy belong to me, no oneâs gonna fuckinâ change that, you understand me?â he nudged deeper, his fat cockhead bruising into your cervix with his free hand nestled between your grinding bodies, rubbing your all too sensitive clitÂ
ây-yes â haah â yes!â you sobbed mindlessly, rendered an utter incoherent mess as he drew another orgasm out of you, hitting your g-spot over and over relentlessly with his index and ring finger tracing hard circles over your clit until you spasmed beneath himÂ
he guided you through your third orgasm with a rough and possessive hand, leading you through a wave of sensations no one else could provide for youÂ
âkeep fuckinâ gripping me like that baby, juuusâ like that,â he groaned, his parted lips panting warm breaths into the sweaty crevice of where your throat and shoulder met, using your poor abused cunt to drain himself completely inside youÂ
he pushed your body into prone bone, laying you flat onto your tummy as he fucked you, burying himself deeper than anyone had ever gone before his thick and leaking cockhead twitched and out came his own orgasmÂ
long and plentiful spurts of his cum oozed inside you, filling you to the brim and then someÂ
after his hips came to a halt, he laid on top of you like a weighted blanket, his heavy cock jerking like an electrified muscle inside your tight cuntÂ
when he pulled out he attempted to be as gentle as possible, shushing you lovingly with delicate kisses sponged to your shoulder bladesÂ
he slowly inched down your body with a kiss to your back, to your spine, to your sides, your hips, until he reached your ass, palming the round flesh in his rough palms adoringlyÂ
he spread you open, exhaling with a deviant kind of awe at the sight of your well used pussy dripping full of him
pride struck him in the chest upon seeing how much cum he filled you with, never having seen a sight more right in his lifeÂ
he kissed the backs of your thighs, slowly making his way back up to your pretty and panting little flushed face, gathering you up until you were laid against his chest securelyÂ
âyou okay?â he murmured, his lips pressed softly to your hairlineÂ
âmmm, my left leg canât stop twitching,â you mumbled, completely exhausted but still capable of joking with himÂ
he laughed and held you closer, tracing the curves and contours of your back with his fingertips, feeling your heart beat thump against his until it slowed into a calmer, less rampant thud
âwe canât do this again, eren.â you murmured sleepily all while making no effort to slide out of his arms, continuing to lay curled into him despite your promise of continued severance from each otherÂ
anyone else wouldâve felt deterred from your statement, but eren knew you like the back of his hand and felt no fear from the feigned finality in your wordsÂ
âokay baby.âÂ
safe to say he was back at your house the next night and you may or may not have been bent over at least three different pieces of furnitureÂ
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armin
your friends did not like armin in the slightestÂ
due to the fact that they were the only ones who could see how tightly wound he had you wrapped around his fingerÂ
you were like his little doe, following him blindly and naively believing every single one of the fake explanations heâd conjure up to make his shitty actions seem reasonableÂ
but unfortunately heâs a smart man and he used that to his advantage over you, knowing that youâd trust him and whatever new thing he threw your wayÂ
he definitely utilized therapy lingo to get what he wanted, stating that him trying to limit how often you went out with your friends or even on your own, was just him establishing âboundariesâÂ
oh and that deciding what was âappropriateâ for you to wear was one of his boundaries too, that having you go out in something he deemed as too revealing was âtriggeringâÂ
it was astonishing how much you let slide with him, too blinded by love and the belief that he was only looking out for you to see his actions for what they were; pure control over you
and after an intervention held by your friends, you made the decision you never thought youâd have to make, and you broke things off with himÂ
he was caught all the way off guard by your choice, partially because of how sudden it all felt but mainly because he didnât think youâd ever have it in you to leave him, let alone be even able to conceptualize a life without himÂ
at first, he figured youâd regret it the second you were left to your own devices, giving you a week â two weeks tops before you came crawling backÂ
but when the weeks turned into months he panicked, feeling the hot sting of fear course through his veins when he realized that the odds of you coming back were practically nonexistent, whereas the permanence of this break up began to feel more and more concrete the longer he went without hearing from youÂ
he knew he had to devise some kind of a plan to get you back and to keep you back by his side for goodÂ
he reached out, relieved to see that you hadnât blocked him yetÂ
he spewed some bullshit apology for how he treated you, claiming that he regretted ever doing anything to hurt you and that he knows he doesnât deserve your forgiveness or even a response from you at all, but he doesnât know what to do without you and heâs scared to be alone because heâs not sure of what heâll do to himself
with the fear that heâd harm himself you didnât even think to run it by any one of your friends, you just tip toed out of the dorm you shared with them and went over to his place to make sure he didnât hurt himselfÂ
when you arrived he was pinched with pink, his eyes watery and irritated from rubbing at them behind his glasses and his lips swollen with soft wracking tearsÂ
he nearly fell in your arms when you reached out for him, going up on the tips of your toes to accommodate him practically latching onto you while he sobbed
âiâm so sorry,â he sniffled and you shook your head, rubbing his neck comfortinglyÂ
âitâs okay, donât be sorry, iâm here now okay?â you said softly, and if you saw the shit eating grin that spread across his face as he pretended to sob into the crevice of your neck you wouldâve allowed him to collapse on the floor and walked outÂ
but you didnât. and he made sure to sell the act of falling victim to possible self destruction and utter depression from the break up the best he could, nearly wrapping you entirely in his limbs as he cried and squeezed you as if youâd evaporate the second his arms loosened around youÂ
after the first night you spent consoling him and promising him that heâd done nothing wrong (he had) you told yourself it would be a one time thing, that making sure he was okay was important but prioritizing yourself was more so
however youâd quickly find yourself doing the exact oppositeÂ
youâd spend the next following weeks sneaking past your friends and roommates late at night to meet up with him in his solo dorm, sitting on his futon while he cried in your arms over how much he missed you and still loved youÂ
some nights heâd lean in and kiss you and youâd let it happen
a part of you knew you shouldnât have been alone with him in the first place, let alone kissing him, but the other part was an amalgamation of feelings too intense to ignore and denyÂ
you missed him so fucking much, missed his presence, his affection, his comfort, the way he seemed to always take care of everything for you no matter what it was, including the ache he instilled deep within you
making you cum was something like a sacred act for him, getting to pull you in his arms and bring a large palm between your thighs to soothe the throb thumping in your clit brought upon a feeling no one before him or after him could replicateÂ
however your friends promised you that armin arlert, the nerd whoâs hunched over his laptop at any given point in the day and whose prescription glasses are thicker than a phone book could not possibly be the only person on planet earth who could make you finish, and that surely down the line thereâd be someone else who could make you feel just as good if not betterÂ
and in the peak of your grief from the breakup, you found it hard to believe their reassurances but nevertheless, they stood by your side as your anchor in staying logical and far, far away from him
they tried their best to have you recognize how shitty he was to you and how he veiled it behind sweet words and illusions of boundaries and the goal of strengthening the relationshipÂ
but what they didnât take into account amidst their defenses against him was that he was nothing if not perseverant. he knew quickly that he had to sever the rope between the anchor and your ship, acting as the lighthouse that brought you back to shore, with the intent on never letting you drift away againÂ
your friends had zero clue you were sneaking off nearly every other night back to his dorm, cuddling in his futon or his bed, comforting him on things that were 100% his fault to begin with, but to see him so torn up and devastated, it had you feeling as though perhaps you were in the wrong the entire time
and with the last time you had stopped by his dorm, he figured it was the best as any time to act before your friends caught wind of what you were doing and forbade you from seeing him againÂ
not long after you arrived at his dorm, he had you spread out on your back in his bed, and you laid there beneath him knowing that it wasnât right, knowing that you were only burrowing yourself further into a situation you shouldnât even have been touching with a ten foot poleÂ
you should have been making strides towards getting over him, not under him with his hand curled between your legs rubbing firm circles over your clothed clit with the heel of his palm
you knew his dorm was the furthest place you shouldâve been in, let alone in his bed allowing him to be back on top of you with his fingers drawing up and down the quickly dampening gusset of your panties
he hadnât touched you like that at all throughout the nights you had spent with him post break up, and while you knew you should have pushed his hand away from your cunt and him off of you altogether, you didnât â you couldnâtÂ
you just spread your legs further and rolled your hips up into his touch, asking and pleading without words for more Â
âmissed this so much, no one makes me feel the way you do,â he panted above you, his breath wavering into your parted bitten lips, his eyes trailing down your faceÂ
âme too,â you whimpered, his fingers sliding up and flush against your clit, tracing circles through the material
âdo you still think about me? about us, about this?â he slid his hand underneath the waistband of your underwear and met your pulsing clit with two long fingers, taking his time to draw deep swirls over it, taking your bottom lip between his teeth when it dropped open and outcame a shaky gaspÂ
ây-yes, yes â fuck âmin,â you breathed out, swallowing hard when he released your lip and trailed down to your jaw, trickling hot kisses across your neckÂ
âgod,â he whimpered, pressing his bulge up against the side of your thigh, his warm breath fanning out into the side of your throat, his lips ghosting over your thumping pulseÂ
âtell me you missed me,â he begged, his voice throaty and just a breath above whiny, his cock leaking pre into his boxers as he dragged his hips against your side and rubbed your clitÂ
âi missed you so much, i miss you whenever iâm not with you, i always miss you,â you said, air lacking in your words with your heart racing within the suddenly tight confines of your chest, tilting your head to the side to allow him more access to kiss and biteÂ
with that, you heard his breathing fall into something more ragged, more desperate and soon the sound of a zipper coming undone followed suit, pausing the rapid thud within your chestÂ
âwait min,â you rushed, placing your hand over the wrist he had down below his hips, palming himselfÂ
âwe shouldnât, weâreââ he cut you off with his lips against yours, moaning softly into your mouth as he replaced his fingers with his bare cock, pushing your panties to the side to feel your dripping cunt envelope his blushing tipÂ
âi just want to feel you, please, itâs been so long angel, i need it,â he whimpered, bucking his hips up closer to yours, choking on a groan when he slid up and down your folds with the underside of his shaft
âyou feel so fucking good, oh my god,â he whined breathily, tracing over your hole with the head of his cock, dipping just slightly inside without ever fully putting it inÂ
âm-min youâre not wearing a c-ondom,â you protested weakly, your soaked cunt betraying your words by nearly sucking him inÂ
âi know b-but just the tip, please angel? thatâs it, th-that's all i need, please?âÂ
your logic had fully eroded away at that point, and all you could do was arch up into him with every swipe of his wet tip across your clit, physically aching for moreÂ
he was at a half plank above you, a forearm supporting his weight on top of you as he leaned down to crush his lips into yours, using your soft and pliant cunt as a grinding pad for his cock, sliding the heavy shaft of himself up and down your folds, nudging your needy clit with his cockhead and teasing both himself and you by never pushing his full length inside of youÂ
âfuck â fuck,â he panted, his movements having grown more rushed, more urgent, and he could no longer help himself before he pushed forward all the way in and felt himself cum inside of youÂ
you choked on a strained gasp, your brows drawing together from the stretch you hadnât felt in awhile, slowly looking down to watch the way he shoved his cock all the way in, the way your bodies fused together like they were meant for each other specificallyÂ
âm-min,â you whimpered, your thighs tightening around his waistÂ
âi-iâm s-so so-orry, i-i donât know what came over me, i just â fuck donât move,â he cried, his hands sliding down to grip your hips, squeezing you tight as he bucked up into you more, panting as he felt your pussy swallow him whole, sucking him in and draining him completelyÂ
âoh, angel iâi, oh god,â he whimpered, using your pussy with every slow and deep push and pull of his hips, rocking into you back and forth, feeling your soaked hole encase him like nothing else could
he rubbed your sensitive clit, kissing you hard as he pushed you into an orgasm, groaning into your mouth when you came and clamped down around him, squeezing another weak load inside of youÂ
he slipped out inch by inch, exhaling at the sight of how you left his cock utterly soaked in your cum, a milky ring of what he did to you left as evidence dripping down to his ballsÂ
he slid his tip over your cunt, collecting the cum he fucked into you and smearing it back over your buzzing clit, suppressing a cocky smile when you gasped and struggled to twitch away from the sensation
he took mercy and pulled away, laying beside you and not hesitating for a moment to pull you in closer, allowing you to melt into his chest
âwe shouldnât have done that,â you finally spoke after a few passing minutes, slightly pulling away as you looked up to him with watery regretful eyes, like even you knew your words held no real weight, just guiltÂ
he sighed and held you by your lower back, keeping you close with no room to inch awayÂ
âlook, why donât i clean us up and we can talk about it after, âthat sound okay?â he murmured, clearing away the sweat at your hairlineÂ
you frowned and nodded, laying back when he rose from the bed and padded towards the restroom, not without swiping your phone from his nightstandÂ
he closed the door behind him and scoffed at all the texts and missed calls from your friends, setting it on the counter before he wiped himself down
he paused, chuckling under his breath when he decided to snap a picture of the cum stained tissues to send to your groupchat, adding the message : âsheâs a little indisposed at the moment.â along with itÂ
he shut off your phone completely as soon as he saw the text bubbles leap into action, hurriedly tucking it into his back pocket before making his way back into his room with a damp towel and a list full of ways heâd convince you to stay with himÂ
jean
jean is a self proclaimed ugly duckling who turned handsome later on in life, and he would be the first to admit to that as well as the fact that he wasnât very popular in high school nor with the ladies for most of his adolescenceÂ
he didnât have his first kiss until his senior year and heâs about 85% sure it was a dare on the girlâs behalfÂ
it wasnât until college that he grew into his looks, started working out and focusing on becoming the man he was content with, not the man that he thought other people would likeÂ
due to this, he received an influx of attention hurdled his way at a level and rate that felt extremely foreign to him, but was welcomed all the sameÂ
he loved meeting up with the kind of girls he never thought heâd be able to score and he loved being the kind of guy men looked up to and women wantedÂ
but when you entered his life, he was almost instantaneously smitten with you and you only, maintaining a slight sense of disbelief throughout the relationship that a girl like you could ever want himÂ
but what you werenât smitten with was watching your boyfriend get hit on and have him laugh it off and offer a response that wasnât necessarily flirty, but way tooâŠfriendly for your likingÂ
he never cheated on you, never would have dreamed about it in a million years and beyond, but you could sense he liked the attention, liked being wanted and gawked at by men and women alikeÂ
he was hypocritical about it which infuriated you to no end, because when the inverse would occur, heâd grow green with jealousy and fume at the thought of another man taking you away or looking at you the same way he didÂ
but when you would express your concerns about the amount of attention he was receiving, heâd almost be sort of dismissive of it, like he either couldnât see what you were seeing, or heâd wave off something borderline inappropriate and say it was all jokes and that he was yours and only yours, that no one else could compare no matter how hard they triedÂ
but you grew sick and tired of the same song and dance, the same arguments, the same dismissive comments and most of all, you were drained from seeing so many people fawn over your boyfriend and have him not see an issue with it at all
so as much as you didnât want to resort to it, you broke up with himÂ
you didnât think it wouldâve affected him as much as it did, but it just about ruined himÂ
you figured heâd hop onto the next girl who was spamming his dms but that was the furthest thing from realityÂ
he got annoying real fast about everything, he unfollowed every single person except for you, uncaring to the fact that you had unfollowed him the second you two broke upÂ
he changed his pfp to âi heart my exâ changed his bio to âi miss my ex, baby come back home!!!!!â posted about you on his instagram notes, reposted the most depressing things known to man on tik tok, and publicly yearned for you like no otherÂ
it was an embarrassing sight to behold for sure, but not to him, nothing was too embarrassing if it granted him at least a sliver of a chance in getting you backÂ
your friends clowned on him in the groupchat, sending screen recordings of his stories where he was learning how to play your favorite songs on guitar, or how they caught âbotâ accounts liking their posts that only featured you under the username âimissmybeautifulex3000â or âcomebackhomebabyâ
and youâd laugh and join in on the fun, all without mentioning that you actually missed him too, just as much as he missed you, exceptâŠmaybe less publicly than he didÂ
or how sometimes you actually would respond to his texts and late night facetimes, or how on occasion you allow him to pick you up from your dorm at one to three in the morning and let him eat you out in the backseat of his carÂ
you didnât think it was worth mentioning, not when you had no plans of actually getting back together with him
you just missed him, and who didnât miss their ex?Â
especially when they could go down on you the way he couldÂ
he never expected anything in return either, he was always just more than happy whenever he had you lay back and spread your legs open for him, granting him the privilege of feeling your warm, wet and perfect cunt in his mouthÂ
âfuck my mouth baby, jusâ use me,â he breathed out between your legs the last time he had you in his car, his hands gripping indents of themselves into your thighs as he forced you open, tickling your soft skin with his facial hair when he went back downÂ
he branded his tongue across your clit and buried his face far between your legs, moaning as he humped the carseat beneath him, nearly cumming in his pants when you yanked on his hair and forced him at just the right angle for yourself, using him like a toy with the way you fucked your clit between his lipsÂ
âf-fuck, suck on it ha-arder, jean,â you cried, pressing his mouth deeper onto your clit, rolling your hips against his tongueÂ
he moaned into your cunt, pushing you back into his backseat the more he devoured you, sucking on your clit with two fingers coming up to slip inside your hole, pinning you down when you cried out and tried to squirm away from itÂ
he just couldnât leave you alone, couldnât help himself from doing anything to please you or to sway you back into giving him another chance, and a part of him hoped that with you giving him this kind of access to you, with letting him eat your pussy until you were sobbing and writhing, making a complete mess of his face in the process, that maybe he was well on his way of making you his againÂ
and when you had tapped his arm, whimpering for him to stop and to come up to kiss you, something you usually never allowed him to do during nights like this, his hope only increased, especially when your hand found his aching bulge and began to palm itÂ
âf-fuck,â he panted into your mouth, pulling apart just to look at you, admiring you in all your beauty before he ducked back down and kissed you hard, thrusting into your handÂ
his cock twitched with anticipation when he felt you undo his jeans, moaning shakily above you as you fished him out of his boxers and began to pump him in your soft hand, gripping him just right at the base of his shaftÂ
âoh god â baby,â he nearly whimpered, trying his best to not collapse on top of youÂ
âi need you to fuck me jean, please?â he could have came right then and there, looking down at your beautiful, breathless figure, your eyes lined with pleasure induced tears, smaller hand jerking him off and brushing his fat cockhead against your clit as if he needed anymore convincing
âyeah?â he breathed out, making sure he wasnât hallucinating your needy, honeyed words, thrusting involuntarily into your hand, clenching his jaw to swallow down the shaky moan that threatened to slip outÂ
âyeah,â you nodded, slowly sitting up, prompting him to do the sameÂ
his back was slick with sweat and clung to the leather seat behind him, his face buried in your chest, kissing and nipping into your soft skin as he guided your cunt onto his cock, reveling in how fucking good you felt wrapped around himÂ
âyou feel so perfect, jusâ like that, donât stop squeezing me â fuck, please donât stop,â he gasped, sinking his teeth into the side of your breast, groaning around your warm flesh his arms tightened around you, his hands slipping under your ass to drag you up and down his cockÂ
âshit â jean,â you cried out, hiding your face in his neck, huffing his cologne as you felt him hit deep inside your cunt, his soft thatch of pubic hair grinding right up against your clit with every downward slam of your hipsÂ
but that wouldnât do, he needed to see your pretty face as he fucked you, having gone far too long without seeing itÂ
he snuck his hand behind the nape of your neck and up the back of your head, tangling his fingers with your hair before tugging down, forcing you to crane back and expose your throat and pretty little teary eyed faceÂ
âdonât fuckinâ hide from me, âwanna see how good mâmaking you feel baby,â he groaned, latching his lips onto your chest, staring up at you from under his lashes as your pussy gripped him, pulsing all around his twitching cock at the way he spoke to you and took your cuntÂ
âsay you love how it feels,â he grunted into your skin, sending a hard thrust deeper into you, taking your bouncing breast in his mouth as you spokeÂ
âl-love it jean, love your cock,â you cried, your head rolled back with your hot moans fogging the windowsÂ
he brought his fingers to your clit, keeping you firmly in his grasp when your body jerked from the feeling, nearly unable to handle the feeling of him ramming into your g-spot at such a repetition while feeling his fingers circle over your clit at onceÂ
âtell me you love me, please â fuck i-i wanna hear it, say it for me,â he panted, losing himself in the feeling of it all, of youÂ
âlie if you have to, jusâ lemme hear it baby please, iâll let you cum once you say it,â he pleaded, kissing desperate kisses across your chest up to your throat, cradling you by the back of your head until your foreheads touchedÂ
âplease?â he whispered breathily, his fingers toying over your clit gently, withholding the pressure you needed to cumÂ
without any hesitation you said it, your lips brushing over his with every word, your breaths intermingling as you spokeÂ
âi love you jean, love y-you sâmuch,â you slurred through the pleasure, gasping and tensing in his arm when he resumed rubbing your clit at the intensity you needed, your nails sinking into his back as you came all over his lap, sobbing into his neck as you did soÂ
âfuck,â you sobbed, raking down his back as he fucked you through itÂ
âi love you,â you cried, not a single trace of a lie in your wordsÂ
he shivered at your admission, choosing to believe you meant it even with the permission he gave to lie, squeezing you tight as he panted your name, fucking you through his own orgasmÂ
âlove you so fucking much baby, love you w-with everything in me, iâfuck,â he hissed, gripping you tight and slamming you down on top of him, feeling himself twitch and grind right up against your g-spot as he came, spurting thick loads of his cum deep inside of you
he thrusted a few more shallow pivots inside you, lazily pressing kisses to your collarbone as he caught his breath
it was quiet save for the mutual struggle shared between the two of you attempting to ease your heart beats down from the heated and urgent act of intimacy you both engaged in
after a beat you slowly raised your hips to let him slip out of you, wincing at the sting that came along with being empty Â
you remained quiet even when taking the napkins out of your purse to clean the cum that came drooling from your well used cunt, heat finding your face in a strong wind when he plucked it from your hands to clean you up himselfÂ
âthere you go,â he murmured, patting your clit down gently with the napkin, and you hated noticing his gentleness in that moment, hated how loving and caring it felt. so you forced yourself to ignore that observationÂ
he then went to fold the tissue in half to swipe off the residue of your mixed arousal off his softening cock before he tucked himself back into his pantsÂ
âthanks,â you mumbled quietly, trying to clamber off of his lapÂ
but he was quicker than you, he rushed to cage you back in on top of him, forcing you to look at him as he craned his neck down to where your eyes droppedÂ
âyou okay?â he asked softly, taking your chin between his index and thumb, guiding your gaze towards him
âyeah,â you nodded, trying to not melt into his touch
it was silent before he slowly released you, relief thudding in his chest when you still didnât look away even without his hand keeping you in place
âdid you mean it? when i said toâŠâ he trailed, sighing when your eyes diverted once againÂ
âi know i said that you could just lie, and it's okay if you did but ââ
âi wasnât lying,â you said quickly, finally flickering back up to meet his eyesÂ
âi wouldnât lie about that.â you added, settling onto his lap with your arms over your chestÂ
he smiled through his teeth that sunk into his bottom lip, and he had to try his best to act accordingly, scared heâd ruin the very delicate fabric you both were inching over ontoÂ
âi wasnât either.â he replied just as softly as you spoke and you returned his gentle smile, nodding faintlyÂ
âi know.âÂ
reiner
you loved reiner, you still do, itâs hard not to love someone like himÂ
however itâs even harder to be around someone who constantly suspected you of cheating, no matter how much you loved them
to be clear, you never did, and after you left, it took experiencing your absence for reiner to finally believe youÂ
he was good to you, probably the only boyfriend you ever had who treated you that wellÂ
but almost like a caveat for being loved that much, there was one thing you hatedÂ
you hated how he allowed his insecurity to get between you two, how it made him question things and overthink everything, how he just couldnât seem to trust you completely due to his inability to accept that someone like you could love someone like him
it wasnât fair, how heâd inadvertently take those insecurities out on you. it was far from his intentions to do so but sometimes oneâs actions override their original intentÂ
you thought maybe the arguments would lessen the more you each found your footing within the relationship, but as it progressed, so did the back and forths of you pleading with him to believe you when you said you loved him and only himÂ
it was exhausting having to promise over and over again that no, you werenât fucking your friend, coworker, peer, professor, boss â you name it
and then you realized that as much as you adored him, you didnât have to stay and endure being forced to unnecessarily explain yourself time and time again.Â
so, you left.Â
when he came home to a half empty apartment and a letter explaining why you left, nearly everything in him broke that dayÂ
he really truly believed he almost died within the first few weeks of the breakup, the pain from losing you was so severe he couldnât eat, couldnât sleep, couldnât do anything but either sob or stare blankly at a wall and dissociateÂ
it was hard on you too, the last thing you wanted was to leave behind what you two had built, but you also couldnât stay in a relationship where you werenât trustedÂ
and it wasnât even reassuring him that bothered you, reminding him of how much you loved him was never a hassle, it was the disrespect that wounded you
the disrespect of being told over and over again that despite having proved yourself to be a loyal, loving person you were still a lying cheater no matter what you said or didÂ
things grew especially difficult when he began sending you flowers to your door every weekÂ
the air in your dingy little apartment had suddenly grown crisp and fresh with how every inch and crevice was littered with flowers from himÂ
heâd also try to venmo you money every now and then and would want to die all over again every time youâd send it backÂ
but the flowers kept coming and each little note attached to the bouquet never failed in making your chest hurtÂ
it filled you with a cocktail of emotions; regret, guilt but also resentmentÂ
you hated how sweet he could be, like he was guilting you into regretting your decision, and it worked, but it wasnât fairÂ
you couldnât understand his inability to stay sweet like that in the first place without accusing you of cheating on him every other day, couldnât understand why it couldnât just always have been like that. sweet words and no argumentsÂ
and then one day when your doorbell rang, you sighed with annoyance, figuring it was yet another fucking bouquet with a heartfelt note attached to it that existed to ruin your day and make you feel like a bitch for having enough of someone who couldnât trust you enough in spite of their unbased insecurityÂ
but when you opened the door and readied yourself to have to lug another obnoxiously large bundle of flowers, your heart sunk when you saw reiner himself standing before you holding them in his armsÂ
âreiner wh-what are you doing here?â you asked, defeat and shock mixed within your toneÂ
âi-i know iâve been an idiotââ
âno shit.â you huffed, walking away but not bothering to shut the door, a silent concession to allowing him in
he sighed, not harboring an ounce of the urge to argue or disagree as he shut the door behind him, trailing in after you like a nervous puppy to your couchÂ
he sat the flowers down on the coffee table he helped you pick out for your place before you had moved in with him
he swallowed hard, blinking away his tears with his thumb gently swiping a dust bunny off the edge as he looked up at you
he eyed the space next to you on the couch and you nodded with slight exasperation, motioning for him to sit, pretending that seeing him before you wasnât making you feel weak all overÂ
âiâm sorry for showing up unannounced like this butâŠi-i donât know i justâŠi thought me delivering the flowers myself would be more meaningful, th-that apologizing face to face would be more meaningful.â he explained and you tried to hide the way you softened, feigning a look of indifference as you listenedÂ
âokay.â you tilted your head, folding your arms across your chest. âgo ahead.â
but when he began, you held a hand up, prompting the words in his throat to waver in placeÂ
âon your knees.â you instructed, jutting your chin towards the space on the floor just in front of your feetÂ
he paused, allowing your words to settle into his brain before he ultimately obeyed, slowly sinking to his knees before youÂ
âiâm sorry, i-iâm so fucking sorry for how immature i was, how i constantly blamed you for my shortcomings despite you telling me that i had nothing to worry about, that i just couldnât overcome my insecurities about being inadequate and would take it all out on you and project these fears that you were cheating on me,â he took your hands into his and squeezed them, staring up at you with big blue teary eyesÂ
âiâm sorry my love, i am truly and utterly sorry and i donât expect you to forgive me butâŠi just needed you to know how much i regret hurting you and pushing you away.âÂ
you sighed, frowning as you gently slid your hands out of his, leaning down to cup his cheek, your heart thumping with adoration when he leaned into your palm with zero hesitationÂ
âyouâre sorry?â you murmured, swiping away a stray tear that trickled down his cheekboneÂ
âi am,â he confirmed, sniffling quietly below youÂ
âwhy donât you show me how sorry you are, reiner?â you whispered lowly, and immediately a pink flush found his cheeks, even tinging the tips of his ears as he eyed you from belowÂ
âsh-show you?â his voice cracked and you shrugged, leaning back into the couch and watching him follow after you immediatelyÂ
âyeah, show me. why, you donât want to?â you posed teasingly, cocking your head at him
and well, you were a fool to assume he wouldnât have taken the bait as well as assume that heâd hold back in showing you just how remorseful he truly wasÂ
he had you bent over your couch with his cock impaling into you from the back, completely dwarfing you as he laid hunched over your figureÂ
he humped you from behind like he was in heat, whimpering and sniffling into your neck over how much he missed you, over how sorry he was and how if he had you back heâd be better for you, how heâd be a good boy for you
ââpromise i can be good for you, p-please believe me,â he cried from behind you, his large hands groping at your breasts as his cock stretched your cunt outÂ
âd-dunno if i believe y-ou,â you struggled to speak as you laid nearly folded in half over your couch, poor little aching clit bumping over and over again into the armrestÂ
âplease â hoah â f-fuck,â he choked out, pulling back just to slam into you and push all the way in, nearly suffocating you with his full body weight on top of you
he hiked a leg up on the side of the couch and slid his hands down to your sides, taking his time to feel your curves and sweat sheened skin in his palms before landing on your hips, tugging you back towards him and keeping you still for when he slammed himself right back up against your ass, lodging himself deep inside youÂ
âo-oh god,â you choked out, your eyes rolling back from how hard he was going, never missing your g-spot with his fat cockhead with every thrust he sent into youÂ
âmâs-so close,â he panted shakily, growing sloppy and sporadic behind you, and you whined, shaking your head as you pushed your ass up against him, craning your arm back to clamp your hand right at his hips, forcing him still inside youÂ
ân-no donât cum yet, iâm not ready,â you breathed out, and he shuddered, your instructions making his cock twitch and grind right up against that little sensitive spot inside youÂ
âf-fuck okay, yes maâam,â he nodded, his adams apple bobbing with a thick swallow, his hands grappling nervously around your waistÂ
âjust go slow, iâll tell you when you can pick up the pace,â you exhaled, inching forward to create enough room for you to begin rocking yourself on his rigid, leaking cock, showing him the pace you wantedÂ
he watched you for a moment, his brows having drawn together and his cock threatening to spill his load in you before you allowed him to at the sheer sight of you fucking yourself on himÂ
he slowed his pace and began to thrust into you nice and easy, groaning with his head thrown back at how you squeezed him tight and nearly lured his cock back inside from how utterly soaked you wereÂ
you felt just about every vein on his shaft inside you from how languid and fluid his hips were, the new rhythm forcing you to focus on just how far his cock was stretching you open, molding your cunt to form around his entire girthÂ
he spread you apart to watch the way your pussy took him in, how with every forward push youâd cry out softly and dig your nails deeper into the cushion below youÂ
âitâs hypnotic,â he breathed out mostly to himself, losing himself in the vision of his cock disappearing inside you, how your little hole could take all of him, how no matter how far he pushed in you managed to swallow every last inchÂ
âfuck, o-okay now rub my clit for me,â you shakily instructed, grasping at his forearm from behind
he was quick to obey, he snuck a hand between your pussy and the armrest and circled your clit, matching the tempo of his hips grinding into you from the back
âyou feel so fucking good like this,â he whined in your ear, leaning down to trail messy kisses along your shoulder and up to your neck, letting his words fan against your sensitive skinÂ
âyeah?â you breathed out, curling into him as you began to meet his thrusts with more energy, your cunt gripping tighter the closer you grew to your orgasmÂ
âyes,â he panted, rubbing your clit harderÂ
âf-fuck me faster, iâm about to cum,â you whimpered and he of course, obeyed once more and picked up his speed
his head fell into your shoulder and his hips came slamming down again, his cock twitching inside you with an eagerness to cum
âplease cum for me, please fuck i wanna feel it,â he begged, flicking his wrist and turning his gentle swirls into rough and firm circles as he pounded into you
âsh-shit, i-iâm â fuck,â you wailed, thrashing beneath him as you came, burying your face in the bicep he had around your head to muffle your sobsÂ
he wasnât far behind you, his thrusts grew sloppy all over again and he gasped sharply, grunting with a rough forward push inside you, fucking his cum deep into your cunt with a few jerky pivots, hissing at how tight you were gripping himÂ
he helped you ride it all out, grinding against your g-spot and massaging over your clit until you could no longer handle the paired sensations, real tears of overstimulation streaking down your cheeks and onto his armÂ
when he pulled out he carefully laid you on your back, resting on his knees beside your head with a heavy lidded adoring gaze, clearing away the invisible strands of hair by your sticky foreheadÂ
âyou still with me?â he mouthed and you rolled your eyes lightheartedly, chuckling airily with a curt nodÂ
âyeah.â you sighed, shuffling onto your side with your arm supporting the weight of your head, peering at him as he remained eye level to you in his kneeled position on the groundÂ
âdo you want toâŠbe with meâŠagain?â he whispered, having inched closer, his nose gently nudging your cheek and eyelashes tickling your skin, his warm question fanned over your lipsÂ
you paused, taking a moment to inhale a deep breath, exhaling softly and quietlyÂ
âdo you think you can stay good for me?â you half teasingly asked, mostly to cut the tension that was making your heart race, cupping his cheek with your free handÂ
he nodded with earnestness in your palm, holding your hand in his large one, dragging his thumb over your knucklesÂ
âlet me think about it, okay?â you answered softly but more seriously, your eyes flickering between hisÂ
he smiled sadly, nodding as he turned to kiss your wrist. âokay.â
Yay I saw you do Hanzo now! I know MK1 is whatâs âinâ but I canât forgot some of the men in MK11 đ anyway can you please write SFW and NSFW headcanons for being in a relationship with Hanzo?
Love Again
A/nââ Oh, Hanzo. Tbh, he was one of my first ever sexual awakenings if I'm being completely honest, This is honestly long overdue for him. Finally got around to doing this one, thank you for requesting thins. I am so sorry to keep you waiting, I hope this makes it qorth the wait<3
Tagsââ Mk11, NSFW, MDNI, Request, GN reader, Mk x reader, Hanzo Hasashi x reader, Headkanons
C/wââ Mention of sex, oral sex, bodily fluids, nipple play, mention of bondage
SFW
Gaining the Scorpion's attention, no less his admiration, is a major feat.
Hanzo is a very distant man, only allowing a few fortunate few into his circle.
It wasn't easy getting close to him. Forever scarred by the death of his wife and child, it's been difficult for Hasashi to let anyone in.
But Hanzo isn't obliged to find quick forms of companionship to temporarily soothe his loneliness.
You meet through Johnny or Cassie. They hook you both up because, in their own words, "You both need to get laid."
He lets you in only under the pretence of it being a brief fling; he tells you that from the start. "You may be in love with me, but I urge you to be wary. This will not last between us forever."
Harumi was Hanzo's everything; she can't be so easily replaced. His love and loyalty will always fall back on her despite her death. But he has to admit, he has become very fond of you.
Scorpion is an older man; he doesn't crave much. The desire and thrill for adventure have all but been flushed from his body. He loves the mundane, such as drinking tea with you in the fire gardens.
Hanzo also likes writing poems; he'll read them aloud to you as he lets you lay your weary head on his lap and rest.
Hanzo deny, he likes to show off for you. When he is training with his men, he may show off a bit more, knowing you're watching. Doing advanced feats, hoping to impress you with his strength and speed.
Dates with Hanzo in
You fill his home, and his life in general, with a light he hasn't felt in a while. He won't tell you this thought.
He notices how the men of his Shirai Ryu ogle and admire you. He doesn't feel jealou,s however, in fact, he feels a sense of pride and gratitude knowing that you allow him to have such an intimate relationship with you.
As your relationship goes and you get closer, Hanzo seems to become more and more protective of you. When you're not with him, he often calls you and sends you gifts such as flowers and clothes
Every day, you might be far away from him, but you're very near in his thoughts.
It seems you have grown on the Grandmaster. Perhaps he'll continue this dance with you for a little longer.
NSFW
Sex
Hanzo's relationship with sex is very strained.
When he was Scorpion. The idea of it alluded him. How could he possibly think of such a thing when his wife is dead?
Nowadays, Hanzo has been trying to find a place where he honors his departed wife while trying to move on.
You should feel honoured to know you are his first time in a long time.
The first time you do it, he will carry you to his bed. He'll drape you over the sheets and help you take your clothes off.
There you are, your sweet and supple body lying there, all for him to take.
He'll lose himself staring at you. How long has it been since he's seen something like this? A body so tender, a body yearning for his touch, hungering for his rod.
A shiver runs down his spine as he stares down your body. It's only when you say something, asking if he's alright, that he snaps out of it.
He'll take off his robe, revealing his body to you. The Grandmaster's strong body is so hot and ready for this moment. His erection stands high, stiff and pulsing with desperation.
He'll crawl on top of you; he'll take his finger and just touch your skin. He'll run his hands up and down your body. And that's enough for him, cream oozes from his tip. It really has been a long time, hasn't it?
He leans his head in close; he opens his mouth and starts to lick and nibble at your nipples. He just wants to know what flesh feels like against, what it tastes like.
He only starts fucking you when you start begging him. You're moaning and whining, which finally rouses him out of his reverie. He doesn't say anything, just nods.
He takes your legs and spreads them open. Taking his tool and guides inside of you, but not before taking the tip and rubbing all around the opening. It's been so long that he has forgotten the pleasure of teasing.
Finally, he slides it inside of you; it slips in like a glove. Hanzo closes his eyes as he takes it all in. You feel hot and soft, you moan, and it feels like it makes him harder. He waits a few moments for your body to adjust to his form.
He immediately begins thrusting in and out of you; his strokes are perfect. He's hitting the right spots already. It's like riding a bike for Hanzo as he strokes
This is a wonderful feeling, body grinding against body, flesh digging against flesh. It's heaven, the former spectre from hell is giving you heaven.
You have to hang onto the sheets as Hanzo rocks the bed.
He explodes inside of you, filling every inch of you with his hot cum. Your combined juices merge, and the excess spills out.
The aftercare was amazing. Hanzo will hold you close, he'll whisper in your ear, "Was I good? I didn't hurt you, did I?". He'll tell how beautiful you are. As you drift off to sleep, you swear you hear him whisper that he loves you as he falls asleep.
Sexual Hobbies
Hanzo isn't a very sexual person. His time with the Shirai Ryu taught him to control his urges. When you couple it with the loss of his wife, Hanzo is kind of a prude.
That's where you come in. You encourage Hanzo to explore his sexuality more. So, he tries with you.
Hanzo is a very traditional man; he likes missionary, and prefers only missionary.
He is a little terrified by how sexual you are at first. You do things to his body that he's never even thought of doing with his wife.
Such as blowjobs, he was confused when you got on your knees and took off his pants. He has to cover his mouth as you went crazy with dick in your mouth. "You're insane." He says with a dry laugh.
When you're finsihed he stares at you in fearful fluster. You stare up at him with his cum dripping from your smiling mouth.
His new favourite thing to do with you is shower. The feeling of the hot waterfalling down on him as his hands travel across your body is amazing.
Though he often refuses to shower with you, because neither of you winds up very clean. Instead, they chose to make love the entire time.
He likes to have you pinned against the wall as he takes you.
He enjoys sitting in his sauna with you; you seem to like it too. With the way his skin glistens, the beads of sweat drip down his muscular body. Since it's only the two of you in there, you both sit naked.
Hanzo will spread his legs, allowing a good view of his manhood before the steam obscures your vision.
He likes to pretend to be oblivious to how flustered his sexy body gets you.
Sometimes you'll have sex in the sauna, he'll have you on all fours as he takes you from behind. The hot steam overtakes everything, making it so that you can't see anything. You only feel his thick cock as it pumps into you.
At one point, Hanzo will take a rope and have you tie him to the bed as you ride him. At another point, he'll take the rope and tie you to the bed and fuck you. He likes the feeling of power and control, he likes dominating you, he likes you dominating him.
He likes sleeping naked. He likes it when you sleep naked with him. Nothing can match the feeling of cuddling naked, either; the feeling of both of your hot flesh clinging to each other fills him with a sense of ecstasy.
Sometimes he'll go to sleep while lying on top of you, his dicks still hard and pulsing inside of you after sex. It isn't often, but he likes it when you let him do it.
At one point, your lovemaking grew so intense that you both broke the bed. Hanzo was horrified, but you were too high on the pleasure to care.
Generally, sex with Hanzo was too good for you to worry about many things
Thanks to you, Hanzo has gotten more comfortable with his body.
He doesn't know how long this relationship will last, but he wants to experiment.
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