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Hiii! First of all i hope you are doing well and merry early cristmas!

Could i possibly request dazai with a very touchstarved reader like genuienly you just hug and lay your head on her shoulder and she shivers and starts twitching/moving around, but it doesnt mean she doesnt like physical affection, quite the opposite, but she just isnt used to it?

You see my face in every place

☾⋆⁺₊⋆ You want affection, but it's just something your not used to...but dazai's not having it

☾⋆⁺₊⋆ Contents: Dazai x fem!reader, reader is just like me frfr, dazai being kinda lovesick, umm no real warnings tbh

☾⋆⁺₊⋆ A/N: oml anon this has been on my mind and now i have an excuse to write it tyyyy

It's not like you don't like it, it's just...strange.

The feeling of someone's arms wrapping around you, caging you to their chest felt wrong, it felt too intimate. sometimes it felt as if they were trying to swallow you whole, trapping you so you'd never leave. So, you opted for simple nods of acknowledgement when faced with someone, yet at the same time you craved the touch of another person.

Enter, Osamu Dazai.

That man; he was everything you wanted and feared in one pretty package. At first glance, you thought of him as just another pretty face; you'd seen many, after all. But the way he spoke and teased caused your heart to claw up your throat and your insides to flip upside down.

At first, you feared him.

You weren't sure about this feeling-about him. Love and fear manifest in similar ways and for someone who had known one more than the other, you chose to believe that you felt the latter towards him.

Dazai had noticed this, and in simple curiosity he had walked up behind you and planted his chin on your shoulder, hoping to get your attention.

He did not expect your reaction, to say the least. You, jumping from your chair and spinning around, gripping the armrests of your chair as your eyes widen and shock and something else.

Dazai didn't try to touch you in any way, after that.

But he still couldn't help to be drawn to you, angelic eyes looking up at him and the sweet hum that was your voice.

He was enraptured by you.

He wanted you to feel safe around him so bad, he really did. But he was scared after seeing your reaction that one time. What if he hurt you in some way? What if he scared you away? He didn't want to sully you in any way, you were too precious for the likes of him.

But of course the red string of fate bound you two together and words that never should have been known to the world slipped from drunken lips as a bottle of red liqueur smashed to the ground one night.

Yet you still shied away from any contact, whether it be the bush of hands against one another as you picked up ruby-stained shards of glass.

Dazai wanted you to open up to him, he wanted to hold you and cherish you, show his love for you in any way he could. So, he started simple;

a simple, fleeting mussing of your hair that made you wonder if it was simply the wind.

nudging his knee against yours under the desks as he leaned in to whisper something to you, passing it off as an accident.

Small, unnoticeable things.

Then, he did more.

Asking you if he could kiss your hands before he left.

A gentle hand on your shoulder that made you tense up a bit but no longer brought the horrified reaction from before.

Dazai kept this pattern until one day you found yourself in his arms, allowing yourself to indulge in his addictive touch.

Now, dazai swears he can't keep his hands off you.

Always swathing your face in delicate kisses and leaving lingering touches whenever he can. he clings onto you like vines to a tree, enveloping you and protecting you from those who'd wish harm on his love.

You're the most precious thing to him, feeling the warmth of you seeping into his cold skin as you lay with him, he feels alive. He can't imagine feeling more love and adoration enveloping him than he feels when you're there.

REBLOGS ARE APPRECIATED!!

©Cheriiyaya 2023

I SAW THE “WE OFF” POST AND OH MY LAWD.

i’m like the biggest reiner simp not as big as you ofc ofc but my god. i just get so turned on at the idea of him being completely submissive to a femdom like you can’t look at that man and tell me he WOULDNT be at the most pathetic state when he sees a woman in high heels esp if she’s not even at his height? ugh he is so needy for her in the best way possible and would wanna do anything for her as long as she’s happy!! like he’d edge HIMSELF while he watches her touch all over herself and shit and have such a whiny voice asking his femdom to touch him… reiner my baby…

EYE!—see, I don’t know what y’all are trying to do to me but my words. 😵‍💫😵‍💫😵‍💫😵‍💫😵‍💫 first of all, nonnie. You are an absolute fucking genius and may your pillows always remain cold and your dreams come true. Second, lemme just get into this before I start barking like a feral dog. This is literally my entire aesthetic wrapped into one. I apologize in advance for how insane this may be.

content warning: subby reiner (bc this just altered my brain chemistry), dom, black fem reader, impact play, oral sex, reader calling reiner good boy and babyboy, nipple play, degradation, mommy kink, foot play, spit kink, slapping, edging, slight hair pulling

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the sight set before him was one that only dreams were made of…an absolute vision of beauty, a deity among men and an actual goddess if he had ever laid eyes on one. A statuesque silhouette standing above him wrapped in latex..from the corset synching her waist to the gloves on her fingertips tracing delicately over his pale skin. Long black curls dangling from the top of her head to her shoulder blades. Fishnets wrapping around those thick legs and on her feet? Six inch stilettos with red under the sole. Matching the lipstick painted on those pretty lips. Dark skin glistening with glazing oil all over. The type of woman that only appeared once in a lifetime and he managed to be ever so blessed to call her his: (y/n). At least for the time being that was. Because your relationship was one rooted in control, power over the other and a clear understanding of who ran the show.

“Look at you..such a mess. ‘S so cute.”

the words rolling from your tongue like a snake hissing; so casually and suavely. Each one sending a tingle up his spine and down to his aching balls. Ones that had become excessively swollen with his seed and slicked in precum, along with his own spit. A result of the constant edging that you had subjected him to over the course of the past thirty minutes. Tears streaming down his face and Adam’s Apple hitched in his throat..suspended as if he were awaiting your precise command to release a single breath. Control and dominance that you had established in him early on so as to know his place when he was with you. His mouth was agape, letting off one pathetic moan right after the next. The sound of his fist slamming against his slimy base coagulating with it perfectly. It was enough to feed into your own sick pleasures, sure…the very sight of seeing him pump his thick cock between those trembling fingers; a six foot four man with such an intimidating presence reduced to nothing more than a mere toy..your personal bitch may have been your favorite kink thus far. But it wouldn’t suffice if he wanted the privilege of laying so much as a hand on your perfect physique. A luxury he soon wished to enjoy once you began to massage those exposed breasts in your palm..whirling your body in slow motion as you scaled your own frame with gentle hands. Pinching your own nipples, bringing each breasts to your mouth to suckle them whilst opposite fingers teased those silky folds and clit. Your pussy dripping at the sight of him being so helpless and weak. “Do you wanna play with me now, babyboy? Touch my tits..rub on my pussy? I bet you want to stick your face in it..lick my clit like a fucking mutt.” Taunting him with cruel thoughts of what he only wished could be.

“P-please..mommy. I don’t think I can keep going. I’m gonna come soo—“

his words and pleas cut short by a sudden smack to the face, thanks to the riding crop brandished in your hand. Not enough to bring him any real harm but to bring him back to coherence as he was starting to lose his mind! “Darling…my sweet darling. Surely, you haven’t forgotten how things work here, have you?” That voice as condescending as it was sensual. Your buttery like tone captivating him and it would have behooved him to listen carefully because you would not be repeating yourself for a second time. Shoving a set of fingers between his jaws, you’d jolt them around until you’d hear the sound of him gagging on them before forcefully tugging his head to eye level with both his abdomen and your heel between his thighs.

“In case that empty little head of yours can no longer comprehend, I’m the only one that makes demands around here. My love, you are nothing more than my pet and like a pet, you will follow my instructions to a tee..”

questioning without missing so much as a single breath, (y/n) pressed that leather sole to his balls, pressing down with the perfect amount of pressure. Enough to elicit a high pitched grunt from an obviously disheveled Reiner. An outsider may have pictured him as helpless and in a dire situation yet it could be the furthest thing from as he was in a state of utter and pure bliss at the moment! “M-more, please! Don’t stop..” not even caring that his outburst may get him in further trouble. In conjunction with the light pushing against his sack, you’d twist his nipples ever so slightly to increase the sadistic feeling of pleasure that was coursing through his body. Like a drooling dog, he’d huff and suck his teeth, tossing his head back until you clutched a smaller hand around his startle thicker throat. Regardless, he was yours to command. “And another thing. If you so much as speak out of turn again, I’ll make sure you keep stroking that dick until your fucking hand falls off. Speaking is a privilege, not a right. Do..you fucking understand? Speak.” The venomous declaration and question turning him into pure putty, as if you didn’t already own his entire being.

“Y-yes ma’am.” Answering promptly and swiftly as to not piss you off any further. With that declaration made, a smile would creep across your face and you’d pat his cheek as a sign of acknowledgment. After all, he lived only to please and serve you. Anything else did not matter.

“Good boy, now let’s try that again.”

✧ ﾟ— mirah, black, 9teen, her/she! chubby sanrio enthusiasts, acrylic nail lover, pretty pink princess, ice muncher, anime connoisseur. // works

daddy’s pretty girl.

my “y/n’s” are black, fem, and chubby! please do not get into my ask box asking for anything that’s not that!

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Shane Walsh x female reader

Tags/warnings: shower sex, unprotected sex, creampie, breeding kink? apocalyptic zombie world pregnancy worries. E

A/n: I did not think I'd get another one out so fast lol. First time writing for Shane as well (and for why?? Mmm)! This is for @bernthirst-events #bernthirstpalooza Wet Wednesday 😜

Clean, hot, almost magical water cascades over your naked body as you dance under the strong shower spray, squealing with delight. You don't even know how long it's been since you had access to something so luxurious. This of course meant you were going to enjoy it to the fullest.

You moan with pleasure as you slide the soap suds over your skin, the cleansing sensation feeling almost too good you can't stop giggling to yourself. You could finally relax for a while, recharge and restock after months on the road only ever snatching meager hours of sleep because of the watches. Because of the walkers.

You almost jump out of your skin letting out a scream when something touches your back, spinning around ready to throw your fist until it's held above your head in a strong grip and you're pinned against the tiled shower wall.

"S-shane! Oh my god, don't do fuckin' do that!" You shriek, whacking him on the bare chest with your free hand.

He smiles that shit eating smile, looking you up and down as you try to get your breathing and heart rate under control.

"Sorry baby, but can't a man watch his woman enjoying herself? Couldn't help wantin' to touch…"

You've calmed down enough to realise he's completely naked as he loosens his grip on your wrist. His massive bulk takes up most of the cubicle space, and as your eyes trail down following the water droplets on his tanned skin you can't help noticing he's very aroused.

He trails his wet fingers down your arm as you let it fall, sliding his hand to cup your breast and you gasp, arching into him as he runs his thumb in slow circles around your nipple.

"Y'know it's been a while since we…"

You're grateful for his other hand coming to grip you around the waist as you think you might fall, melting into his touch as you remember just how long it's been since you last had sex.

"Yeah," you breathe out, parting your lips as he leans down pressing his against them, the trickling water flowing around you easing the kiss into one that's increasingly hotter and wetter, one that has your skin feeling electrified as he touches you, his hands everywhere you need them to be. The kisses migrate elsewhere, both of you mouthing desperately at each other's skin, needing to feel this closeness in the new privacy that you haven't been able to have before. You're sinking to your knees so eager to take him in your mouth and show him but he pulls you back up, leaning in close as he kisses you on the lips again so passionately.

"Ain't gonna last if you do that babe."

The feel of his erection pressing against your belly has you wet and ready for him in record time.

"Well what are you waiting for handsome," you ask, reaching down between you, encircling your hand around his cock making him almost choke. "fuck me."

"Yes ma'am." He lifts up your leg, grabbing under your thigh and you hold on to both him and the shower pipe for support as he lines up before slowly pushing in. The fullness you feel with him inside you takes you aback and he feels it too, waiting for you to relax as you curl around him, fingers digging into his muscular arms. After a minute you nod against him, giving him the signal that he can move and your mouth drops open as he slowly pulls out and thrusts back in.

"Oh damn baby, oh fuck…"

Your knuckles are white as you grip onto the pipe beside you but he prises your fingers off, interlacing them in his as he shifts you to the side fucking you up against the wall.

Your moans are loud and echo around the bathroom and you're certain that the others will be able to hear, but you don't care, you just want him. You can't even care that he's taking you raw, you should really be more careful but the feeling of him is like nothing else. You need it, need to feel him without any barrier, the primal urge too strong to beat any logic and sense.

His wet skin smacks against yours faster, harder as he pushes you towards your climax. Your fingers twist in his hair and pull, and you feel the growl he makes vibrate through your soul.

"Shane, please…" you plead for something, you don't know what anymore but he's got you regardless, he's all around you, covering you, inside you making you feel safe in the midst of this fucked up world.

"Fuck babygirl, I'm close, we gotta-"

You know he's looking to pull out but your hindbrain has taken the wheel and you pull him closer, nails pressing red crescents into his skin because you need this, you want this.

Fuck the consequences.

He looks you right in the eyes and you're nodding, you're begging for it, you're selfish. You don't care.

You cry out as you cum, taking him with you through his nonsensical curses, his praises, his I love yous, not letting go until you've stopped shaking, until he's shushing you gently, kissing every inch of you he can reach as he pulls out.

You don't know what will happen, if it happens, but you know he'll be there for you no matter what.

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𝗔𝗯𝗯𝘆 𝗔𝗻𝗱𝗲𝗿𝘀𝗼𝗻 𝘅 𝗙𝗲𝗺!𝗰𝗵𝘂𝗯𝗯𝘆!𝗿𝗲𝗮𝗱𝗲𝗿 𝗵𝗲𝗮𝗱𝗰𝗮𝗻𝗼𝗻𝘀

𝗖𝗼𝗻𝘁𝗲𝗻𝘁 𝘄𝗮𝗿𝗻𝗶𝗻𝗴:light sexual content, talks of oral and sexual acts but nothing in detail. lots of tooth rotting fluff (MDNI. minors will be blocked.)

+the first time she saw you, she was HEAD over HEELS.

+she had seen you walking by through the gym window, in your little white sundress with lilac flowers patterning it and puffy sleeves.

+she immediately new she needed your number. she had stopped mid set and ran out of the gym, just to get it.

+it shocked you at first, who wouldnt be shocked to see a 6 foot, extremely good looking blonde 19 year old running up to them from seemingly nowhere?

+she was running so fast she almost bumped into you, her face beet red and skin glistening with sweat from her workout.

+the whole encounter was very awkward. but she walked out with a cute girls number, and a date scored for next tuesday. she thinks it was worth it.

+absolutely OBSESSED with your tummy. she loves laying between your legs as you read, just resting her head on your soft stomach. she's definitely the type to trace over any stretch marks or scars with her fingers in admiration.

+also loves your thighs, if you get what im hinting at.

+when shes driving in her fancy sport car, you in the passanger seat obvi, she will rest her hand on your thigh, kneading the plush skin with the occasional pinch just to hear you whimper and whine her name.

+spends most of her time between them though, for sure. licking and nibbling your soft rosy bud, while three of her fingers plunge in and out of you, hitting the right spot each time.

+miss girl has your legs SHAKING everytime she eats you out. and she definitely leaves plenty of marks too. she needs everyone to know you are hers when you wear your short little dresses.

+a sucker for you on your knees too. she loves sitting on the couch in your shared apartment, watching tv with you between her legs, head resting on her inner thigh. she loves those sweet little doe eyes you give her when you want attention, or when you whine from the frustration of not getting enough friction from the boot shes currently wearing and rubbing against you, in just the righ spot.

+she would always be there to kiss away any insecurities you have.

+people giving you funny looks in public with her? she will immediately call them out and make them turn their heads away in shame.

+feeling insecure about your tummy or thighs? stretch marks or arms? she will immediately reassure you and leave sweet kisses on your face, kissing all your salty tears away.

+holds you close to her chest, letting you sob it out on rough days, her hands caressing your love handles, or rubbing circles on your back under your shirt. anything to make her sweetheart feel better.

+definitely orders you two food after you have calmed down, she knows that movie nights with chinese takeout and snacks always makes you feel better <3

𝐆𝐎𝐓 𝐓𝐇𝐀𝐓 𝐌𝐀𝐆𝐈𝐂 𝐓𝐎𝐔𝐂𝐇.

summary. (how to get) the monster trio cumming in their pants untouched.

pairing. monkey d. luffy, roronoa zoro, vinsmoke sanji x afab!reader (separate)

wc. 1.2k

kazu’s note. take these crumbs as i suffer from writer’s block 🚶🏾‍♀️

𝐌𝐎𝐍𝐊𝐄𝐘 𝐃. 𝐋𝐔𝐅𝐅𝐘— consented somnophilia, mentioned overstimulation.

nights like these, luffy found hardest to seek for sleep. there wasn’t anything specific that had triggered this sudden want, but one minute he’s trying to fall asleep with a boner, the next he’s got you on your back, one leg draped over his shoulder. your legs are spread so prettily, so welcoming and luffy can’t help but grind against your clothed cunt, the silk material of your pyjama shorts easing the movements. his pace is steady and careful at first, the bottom of his top tucked in between his teeth, his stomach contracting as his abs clench, bulge rubbing against your warmth, seeking for relief. you’re too good for him, staying still and quiet, letting him take care of both of you so nicely, without stirring awake.

though, luffy is known to be impatient; so to no surprise does he suddenly pick up the pace when you shift just slightly on your side, unintentionally opening yourself further and mumble an unintelligible moan. luffy whines as he ruts desperately, like an animal in heat, as he leaves open mouthed kissed down the skin of your leg, hand slipping past the waistband of your shorts and thumbing at your clit lazily. he’s got all this pent up energy he’s ready to release, and dear god, your quiet whines trigger something animalistic within. luffy leans forward, wanting to hear more of you, wanting to smell more of you, as he nuzzles his nose deep in the crook of your neck, humps growing more frantic and desperate. he feels his stomach tightening and suddenly he wants you awake to experience this with him.

being the perfect soul you were, you were drawn out of your slumber and woke up to a whiny luffy, babbling about how good you feel, how perfect you are for him, how he just can’t get enough of you. still exhausted but wanting to see your captain crumble at your touch, your slipped a hand at his raven locks and tugged tight while the other sat at his waist and encouraged him to rut deeper. he sunk his teeth deep into your flesh, soothing the wound with a swipe of his tongue and a mumbled apology. your soft whines and strokes at his back coax him into his anticipated orgasm, grinding and emptying himself while rubbing against your heat. he’s finished cumming but he can’t help but keep at it, wanting to share this blissful sensation with you, and so he forces his movements, mind set on having you cumming for him too. the overstimulation may be a lot, tears forming at his lash line and choppy whines echoing into the quiet night, but for the sake of you, he’s willing to put himself through the pleasurable pain, all but expecting the next upcoming orgasm.

𝐑𝐎𝐑𝐎𝐍𝐎𝐀 𝐙𝐎𝐑𝐎— nipple play, slight masochism/sadism, mentioned degradation.

slick lips sloshed one over the other, the tilt of heads only deepening the contact as your tongue brushed and sucked at his. thighs straddling at each sides of his waist, zoro felt his mind go dizzy with arousal at the feel of your hips rocking into him. surely it was unintentional, simply following through with the flow, but with the slight bite of your teeth at the tip of his tongue and the way your scent clouded his senses, he couldn’t help but groan loudly into you. calloused hands searched for skin-to-skin contact with you, despite not knowing how to express however he’s feeling, and so he follows your rhythm, big hands easing into your grinding.

somehow along the lingering touches and grinding, had you taken account of the cold jewelry that sat beneath his top and into perked buds. now sucking onto his bottom lip and simultaneously flicking at the hardened nipple, nail grazing the flesh, had he noticed the painful strain at his dick in his pants. vice claw grip on your waist, zoro whined almost pitifully into your mouth, chasing your mouth further as drool pooled from both your mouths with teeth clashing, and the damn momentum of your clothed cunt rubbing over his weeping dick, on top of your mean tugs at his jewelled nipples. you mumbled something along the lines of how would the crew react to seeing their scary swordsman “all slutty just for me”, and dammit, zoro usually had great self control so he couldn’t understand why he could he felt his balls tightening at your degradation.

tongue shoved deep in your mouth, zoro hoped it’d be able to muffle his uncharacteristic moans, arms wrapping tight around your waist. when your kisses trailed from his jaw, to his neck, to the three golden earrings that chimed silently with movement, zoro felt himself finishing embarrassingly quick. your pinches at his pretty jewellery, sitting through sensitive brown buds, the dry stimulation of your hips rutting at his throbbing cock, the lick of your tongue at the shell of his ear, breath warm with a quiet moan resonating in his ear. it took no less than a “that’s it baby.” to get him to finish his load before it could even begin, hands lifting your hips up and slamming you down on his leaking bulge, emptying himself in his pants where he imagines you’d be, naked and warm and tight, milking him dry for what he’s worth.

𝐕𝐈𝐍𝐒𝐌𝐎𝐊𝐄 𝐒𝐀𝐍𝐉𝐈— face sitting, dacryphilia.

sitting down on the flat of sanji’s tongue, you grabbed ahold of the wooden bed frame before you for stability. rocking your hips back and forth, sanji watched through blue eyes as you tucked your bottom lip beneath your top row teeth, snaked a hand beneath the white button down top he wore a few hours ago, hand groping at your chest, body jerking at teasing flicks of your hardened buds. the sweet and divine taste of you sat on his tastebuds with such delicacy, leaving him with such a want— a crave for more. the overwhelming scent of your musk had his brain in mush and slacks impossibly tighter. you were blessing him the opportunity of you using him for your pleasure— and holy fuck, sanji could feel loads of pre dribbling down his slit.

you whined and cried and called out his name, fingers abandoning the bed frame and settling for the mess of golden locks below you, nails gripping tight. “sanji, please!” the tip of his nose had bumped into your clit, your cunt now truly engulfing all of him, and even with the lack of oxygen, he couldn’t find it in him to care. with encouraging hands, he guided you up and down, back and forth on his tongue, asking and pleading you to use all of him to your advantage through his own muffled whines. sanji’s thighs clenched, involuntarily searching for some release as the strain was gradually worsening. but no, this was purely about your pleasure and yours alone.

how could he not focus on your benefit alone when he has you riding his face while begging for more, sweet juices flowing down your cunt and down to his stubble, the softness of your plush thighs squeezing his head subconsciously. your breast bounced so hypnotically to the pace you set, head thrown back as you babbled praises and gratitude to the blonde. the hypocrite he was, hard on still begging for attention, but no, not when he felt splatters of tears trailing down your cheeks and onto his forehead. sanji’s often against the idea of a lowly man bringing a lady to tears, but something in the way your plump lips fell into a pout, teary eyes watching him with such want, that he couldn’t help the whiny moan that ripped through him, orgasm coaxing all throughout, staining his briefs white with shame.

ehhh 🙎🏾‍♀️

do with this as you please bb😋,ony def gives me switch vibes like..the type snatch you up and fuck your shit up for having a attitude but when you ride him or let him munch on your pum pum or suck on his dick he will literally worship you nd become a whimperin,babblin,nd moanin mess..OUU I CANTT IM GEEKINN..literally need him so bad

ony was pissed when you first began. having your legs pushed back to your ears fucking his fat cock deep into your walls, while pinching your clit just a little. “slut ass” passed his lips when his head was thrown back, teeth bitting into the juicy lip. his mistake was allowing you to ride him, you had him comfortable- so comfortable to the point that tears started to come from his eyes when they went crossed. you stood on your toes moving your ass up and down, hips twirling and pussy clenching while gushing out the already mixed cum that was inside of you. “like that ony?” you teased using the pads of your thumbs to push down on his hard brown nipples. “f-fuck mama! c-cut that shit outooo” he hadn’t noticed you had hopped off of him going right to gagging on his dick spit and cum dripping onto his thighs. you licked up the mess you made rubbing his balls together quickly bringing him to another orgasm. that night dom ony became your sweet baby boy who sucked your nipple to fall into a deep slumber

I’m so glad they invented laying on a man’s chest

𝙖𝙤𝙩 𝙢𝙚𝙣 + 𝙖𝙨𝙨, 𝙩𝙝𝙞𝙜𝙝, 𝙖𝙣𝙙 𝙩𝙞𝙩𝙩𝙮 𝙛𝙪𝙘𝙠𝙚𝙧𝙨

note; first aot post!!! #nervous

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content warnings; modern au, anal, thigh fucking, titty fucking, anal fingering [f receiving], toys (buttplug), spanking, backshots, possessiveness, marking, nipple play, in the titty one reader has tits big enough to push together

men who cum so fast when they fuck your ass because it's always so tight. the way you're clenching around him feels heavenly, and the sound of your breathy moans and begs don't help his case. men who come addicted to fucking your ass, making sure to finger it regularly or make you wear a buttplug so his fat cock could always slip in without hurting you!! & men who will bend you over the nearest table if you walk by him in those little denim shorts, (and he won't be nice!), slamming into your ass from behind as he slaps it, leaving red handprint marks before pulling out and cumming all over your lower back.

zeke, connie, floch, kenny, porco

men who shove their cocks between your closed thighs, thrusting relentlessly as they chase their high. the sensation of his cock squeezed between your plush thighs and your wet pussy rubbing against him was almost enough for him to slip a ring on your finger. men who keep a close eye on you all night when you choose to wear a playsuit on your night out clubbing, letting the fabric ride all the way up to your hips letting the crotch line press against your pussy, showing off your legs to everyone there. 10/10 experience, he dragged you outside to an alley and spent a few minutes marking your thighs with his mouth, leaving purple bruises for all eyes to see as you pats your ass back onto the dancefloor.

eren, bertoldt, erwin, mike

men who googled 'boobies' one day when they were nine and have never gone back. they're all honestly such pervs, always groping & ogling your tits when he's not fucking them. men who straddle you, cock in his hand as pre cum spurts out at the sight of your coy expression as you pressed your precious mounds together, lashes fluttering. men who babble absolute nonsense as they thrust into your chest, feeding into the warmth of your cute tits and sinful moans as you toy with your nipples. men who bite their lip to stifle their moans because they never thought fucking your tits would feel this good. men who last an embarrassingly short time before they're shooting cum, making sure to aim so your tits would be covered in his seed as you cheekily jiggled them, making him rock hard again.

armin, levi, colt, onyakankopon

all 3 because he can't pick a fav

jean, reiner

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Love in a Cubicle pt.2

Errr so ty for the love on the last one this one is probably worse though 😭.

Kunikida x Dazai

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In the days that followed, Kunikida and Dazai's connection deepened beyond the walls of the detective agency. They navigated the intricacies of their relationship with an openness that surprised even themselves. As they continued to solve cases together, their teamwork became even more seamless, fueled by a shared understanding that extended beyond the professional realm.

One evening, as they strolled through the city after work, Dazai turned to Kunikida with a mischievous glint in his eye. "Let's take a detour," he suggested, leading them to a small bookstore tucked away in a quiet corner. The shelves were filled with a diverse array of books, reflecting the eclectic nature of their own partnership.

Amid the book-lined aisles, Kunikida and Dazai discovered a shared love for literature that transcended their detective duties. They exchanged recommendations, their laughter echoing through the cozy store. It became a ritual for them – exploring the world of words and stories together, finding parallels between the mysteries on the pages and those in their own lives.

Their colleagues, initially surprised by the turn of events, soon witnessed the harmony between Kunikida's orderliness and Dazai's spontaneity. The office buzzed with a newfound energy, and even stern-faced superiors couldn't help but smile at the sight of the once rigid Kunikida embracing the unpredictable nature of love.

As seasons changed, so did their relationship. Kunikida and Dazai faced challenges, but their commitment to each other remained unwavering. They became a source of inspiration for those around them, a testament to the transformative power of acceptance and authenticity.

In the heart of the bustling city, Kunikida and Dazai's love story unfolded like a well-crafted novel, with each chapter revealing new depths of understanding and shared experiences. Together, they embraced the unpredictable journey of love, proving that sometimes, the most extraordinary relationships arise from the most unexpected beginnings.