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every time Olivia releases a new album its like a goldmine for fic inspo
oh nooo I hope no one leaves an eren jaeger, connie springer or jean kirstein request in my inbox...
btw cole cassidy requester just know im writing that RNNN hehe
send more cassidy or emre requests PLEASEE I love them
now i wanna write smth overwatch related.. but WHAT? send me mxf self insert requests PLEAASEEE

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"Oops lost control" Emre x Reader -
CW: FEM!READER, unsafe sex, Emre losing control but its not tragic at all. chernobog fucks u better ig???, thats about it. this is very short, considering i js saw a post about this and wanted to quickly make something to satisfy emrelings. Oh yeah thanks for the idea pookie wookie: @kirsteingf
itd be such a shame if someone wrote an emre fic where he loses control mid fuck...such a shame
is the haikyuu fandom alive and well? I wanna write a fic but idk if anyone will read it đ atsumu x reader btw
Requests open!!
I'm running low on inspiration but I'm full of boredom so.. please send me your requests!!!
Fandoms I'll write for: - Attack on Titan - Demon Slayer - Jujutsu Kaisen - Genshin Impact - Haikyuu!!
I'll write anything, I'm at your disposal PLEASEEE I'm begging on my knees
2 You | Jean Kirstein â๨ŕ§ËâĄË
synop; only son of the multimillion dollar Kirstein estate Jean returns to his hometown after six years to attend Marcoâs engagement party and stumbles into something he never expected
cw; teen pregnancy, baby daddy jean, cliche asf but itâs indulgent for me lmfaoooo
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It had been years since Jean had been back in San Francisco. Not since... things happened and he moved to New York to become the man he is today. He honestly didn't even think he would be back in San Francisco, like ever since moving away. But his childhood best friend, Marco Bodt, had just got engaged and what kind of a friend would he be to not show up to the engagement party??
The gathering took place in the Presidio of San Francisco, right off Pacific Avenue in the house that Marco grew up in. Jean was familiar with it, spent countless nights sleeping over right up until the shift of life. Back when it was Marco's parent's house, that baby blue shade Marco's mother loved oh so much. Surrounded by potted plants that she would sing to as she watered them. Now all these years later it had been handed down, now painted a pretty slate gray that Marco's fiancĂŠe had picked out.
Jean, even being the oldest friend of Marco's there, felt so damn out of place. Sipping the champagne in the crystal flute, eyes darting around to see if he remembered anyone in this damn backyard. But so far it was just people Marco befriended in college, coworkers and colleagues and family members. Bubbles fizzed in his throat, mouth feeling just as dry as he felt awkward. Everyone around him mingling, laughing. Marco, who Jean had a conversation with earlier, was doing his rounds as host and groom to be. Probably somewhere introducing another one of his second cousins to his fiancĂŠe. Jean didn't mind, he was here to celebrate Marco after all.

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Crowns of Violets | YumiHisu
â.ËđŞťŕźâ synopsis
Ymir has always known who she is. Historia has spent her whole life pretending she doesn't. When they meet again as adults, wounds reopen, and something long buried begins to bloom.
â.ËđŞťŕźâ themes
This fic deals with themes such as homophobia, internalised-homophobia, bullying, identity struggle, suicidal ideation, family pressure, unhealthy relationship dynamics (not between ymir and historia), outing (sexuality)
â.ËđŞťŕźâ contents | ao3 | wattpad
Ch. 1 - Personal Preferences
Ymir
I never imagined my life could feel soft. Not when everything had always been so sharp.
If someone had told my fourteen year old self that I'd be here today, in my own little apartment, getting ready to go to a job that I didn't completely hate, I would've laughed.
Because back then, I was hopeless. Like a flower blooming in winter, I'd already decided I'd never make it past the seedling stage; I didn't plan on sticking around long enough for anything to grow roots.
Now, I was stumbling through adulthood on auto-pilot, following a half-finished map because I never believed I would make it this far. Despite my wobbly footing, I was doing okay.
Well, I was doing a good job at pretending I was okay. Truthfully, it's what I was used to.
Crowns of Violets | YumiHisu
â.ËđŞťŕźâ synopsis:
Ymir has always known who she is. Historia has spent her whole life pretending she doesn't. When they meet again as adults, wounds reopen, and something long buried begins to bloom.
â.ËđŞťŕźâ themes:
This fic deals with themes such as homophobia, internalised-homophobia, bullying, identity struggle, suicidal ideation, family pressure, unhealthy relationship dynamics (not between ymir and historia), outing (sexuality)
Contents:
â ch. 1 - personal preferences
cuteness aggression w/ alhaitham
HIS BABYSITTER FANTASY COME TRUE!
đđđ.ă ¤â Dilf!Gojo fantasizing about taking his babysitter's virginity 'till it becomes a reality and oops... now he's fucking you off the bed 'n taking this to the floor like a wrestler!
đđă ¤â 6.7k (beefy like his di-)
đđă ¤â strictly NO under 18s, smut, virginity loss, plot, fucking the babysitter trope, unprotected sex, multiple orgasms/creampies, cunnilingus, aftercare đŤś, age gap (Gojo in his 30s, reader in her 20s), solo masturbation, pet names (good girl, slut, etc.), breast play, subtle breeding kink, daddy kink, big d!ck Gojo, he um... fucks a pillow while you give him an innocent massage
"I've always liked older men. Boys my age just don't get me, you know? Neither do they know how to fuck me."
That was one of the first things you said to Gojo Satoru.
And he nearly had a heart attack. Choked on his drink so hard that he had to spit half of it back into the glass.
How could you say something like that with such an angelic voice? It didn't match up, your words were nasty but your face was innocent.
Wiping his mouth, Satoru tried to recompose himself.
"Is that so...?" is all that he could manage to reply with.
He tugged at his baby blue shirt's collar, unbuttoned one button 'cause he couldn't breathe. His blood was pumping. His heart was thumping.
"How old did you say you were again?" you asked softly.
"Thirty-two." he replied. "And way too old for you."
"Perfect." you smiled.
"Huh?"
fwb! s. gojo x reader - drabble
smut, angst w some comfort..,cheater reader, 18+ mdni. gojo has been PRAYING for this day, *not proofread wc: 1.5k
you sighed through choked back tears, the news of your boyfriend cheating on you was too much to bear, you gave the fucker an entire year of your life, and he had the nerve to cheat on you?
you tried to shake it off, act like it didn't have the most devastatingly, internally crushing effect on you, but after a few drinks, and a 15 minute walk to your friend's apartment, it began to weigh on you all at once.
the cold feeling of his door against your knuckles was welcomed to you after the heat of the alcohol began to settle in your system, and seeing the expression on his face was enough for you to began to feel tears welling up behind your eyes. he whispered your name, but before he could ask you what was wrong, you dove in, ignoring the tears as you pressed your lips into his.
the kiss was messy, full of spit, tongues everywhere, teeth uncomfortably clashing, but you didn't care, this was exactly what you needed right now, this was what satoru was good for when it came to you, not that difficult boyfriend shit. clearly, you'd tried that and just ended up right back here, where you belonged, in his apartment, in his arms, and being carried to his bed.
you felt him fumble to close the door before picking you up, princess style as he carefully maneuvered through his apartment, he was always so gentle with you, something you could never decide if you hated or not. you didn't want to worry about it, and he always made sure you never had to, before you know it, your back hits the bed, his incredibly soft sheets engulfing you as he breaks the kiss, panting above you, his eyebrows knitted, bright blue eyes searching for a hint of reason behind your eyes.
"you gonna tell me what's going on?"
you sighed, turning away from him, you'd always hated how well he knew you, it was like you'd accidentally bared your soul to him, "not tonight...i justâ" you sighed, knowing if you spoke anymore the tears would spill over, biting your lip to hold them back, you shook your head, "i just want you, satoru..."
that was all he needed, he shifted your shirt up, pressing a chaste kiss just below your belly button, then slowly made his way down to just above your waistband, moving it down to reveal that you were absolutely soaked for him. he let out a groan, "fuckâ i've missed this," he licked a long stripe through your panties, "i've missed you.." he muttered looking back up at you, before looping his fingers through the delicate straps, pulling them down for a better taste. as much as you'd hate to admit it you'd missed him too.
your now ex had never been enough for you, the first few months of you dating, you'd always found yourself back here, in satoru's apartment, letting him please you in all the ways only he knew about, but when the guilt was too much, the day he'd asked you to be his officially, you just couldn't handle it. throughout the entirety of your relationship, you just stopped speaking to him, so seeing you here, tonight, he should've slammed the door in your face, but here he is, tongue honed in on your clit as you unfold under him, his strong hands palming his now swollen manhood through his pants.
it was all such a big fucking mess, your soft pants and moans were driving him crazy, just when he'd heard your voice pitch in the way you always did before you came, he sat up, looking down on you. freezing, it was now your turn to be confused, "satoru..?"
he didn't answer, grabbing your wrists with a singular hand and holding them above your head before swooping in to attack your neck with kisses, they were different from before, this time incredibly rough, you gasped as you felt him bite down, soothing it with a strong suckle afterwards, letting go with a distinct pop!
"what kind of friend are you huh?"
he continued to move down to your chest, "you ghost me for a fucking year.." another bite. "you spend all your time with this assholeâ" he moved his free hand to smooth over the new bites, clicking his teeth as he admired the new hickeys forming on your skin "who can't even fuck you right." before you can object, he cuts you off.
"becauseâ if he could, you wouldn't be here with me." he smirked, clearly enjoying witnessing his hypothesis be dubbed correct by your newly found silence, he let out a small laugh, before removing his hands to flip you over, you couldn't see him anymore, but you could hear the shuffling of his pants as he leaned above you, then you felt a hand go flat across your ass, before you can react, he still talking,
"you don't text," he rubbed the tip of his pulsating cock against your folds, "you don't call," he pushed in slowly, the feeling alone being one that had become incredibly foreign since you'd last seen him, you let out a gasp, grabbing onto his headboard "fâfuck.." you muttered under your breath, he leaned down, you could feel the hardness of his nipples against your back, his hot breath against your neck, and the push of him now entirely inside you as he let out a strangled moan, continuing to thrust into you, the roughness of it all was dizzying,
the feeling of your head getting pumped into the headboard, your knees were shaking on the soft mattress, his rough hands holding you up as he continued to pound into you, trying to hold on to any sense of composure as you felt your mouth hang open, "you ghost me for a fucking year...knock on my door....sâshit.. and expect me to just what? take care of you?" another slap as you felt his pace stutter, you just let him have it, you didn't want to argue, you didn't need to explain yourself, what you needed was exactly what was happening right now, him fucking the absolute shit out of you,
he continued littering marks all throughout your back, whether it was a handprint on your ass or a hickey on your shoulder, there was no way in hell he'd let you leave without some form of his mark on you. "you're just...naastyy...", he let out a chuckle as he whispering into your ear, "letting me fuck you all the time while your cuck ass boyfriend had to smell me on you, feel where i was inside you, and you fucking liked it, remember that? remember when you told me how bad he was? how he couldn't reach this deep?" he mumbled, grabbing your leg and raising it up, now hitting your cervix, you let out a strangled cry, legs shaking even more now as you moved your face down onto the pillows, drool spilling from your mouth. he had you literally babbling, he'd never been this rough with you before, you couldn't even begin to think about forming a cohesive sentence, " 't-toru.." was all you could muster, he began full on laughing, a mix of shock and anger, pointed all at you, he slowed his pace down now, each hit harder than the last against you,
"that fucking nickname! you'd always be begging me for this shit, 'toru, he can't fuck me like you do, toru, come over, toru am i a piece of shit?' " he moved back to his previous pace, hips snapping against you as he felt you clench around him, letting out that whine again, "i always listened, fuck, i'm still listening, doing whatever you want, maybe you'll finally realize that asshole doesn't have or do anything better than i do," you'd felt the pressure build, his hand smacking your ass one last time before you'd felt your first real orgasm in a year hit you like a tsunami, falling completely into the sheets, the only thing holding you up now was him pounding into you, only getting out a few more pumps before you'd felt strings of hot cum pour into you, following by a sharp groan as he pulled out, panting above you, returning back to leaving chaste kisses against your spine, before rolling out of bed, "i'll be back.." he mumbled, slipping into the bathroom across from the bed.
...
once he came out, the sight of you in front of him was enough for him to feel a pain in his chest, you had been hugging yourself, the air turning cold as soon as he left, and your cheeks were stained with tears. the soft rising and falling of your chest told him that you were exhausted before you'd even knocked on his door. he moved over to you quietly, placing down the towel he had grabbed on his nightstand, before carefully moving a blanket over you, and placing a soft kiss to your forehead, letting out a sigh before rising to move towards the door, but before he could put his hand on the knobâ
"please....stay?"
im gonna do a poll on what i should write next soon...im still working on my fairy tale series i promise! i think im gonna break my 1k record w that...excited, hope you enjoyed!
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Oh no, skull mask Jean got caught!
im cracking this man whether its the last thing I do
Hi itâs me again
ALSO PERHAPS PORCO?? 𤤠Smutty fs
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Tags: Porco/fem!reader, smut, porn what plot, dom/sub dynamics, angry sex, guns, asphyxiation, oral sex, p in v sex, praise kink, dacryphilia, doggy, mating press, dirty talk, maybe a lil bit of a breeding kinkâŚyeah, I think that was it. Takes place during Erenâs infiltration of Marley!
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âDonât. Move.â
You freeze. Cold steel hits the back of your nape, already slick with sweat.
You donât dare turn your head to see who it is. But you also donât have to â because you know that voice. Youâve spent the last couple of months surrounded by it â whether it be when youâd joked around on the training grounds while beating the living shit out of each other, or behind closed doors in his private quarters (courtesy of being an Honorary Marleyan and a Warrior at that), the most delicious filth whispered in each otherâs ears in tandem with the obscene sounds of flesh slapping against flesh, of strangled moans and cries of equal amounts of pain and pleasure.
But right now, his voice is cold and hard. Like the steel digging uncomfortably into your neck.Â
âWho are you?â he demands.
âAmanda Wagner, sergeant, 49th Division!â you recite, like a response learned by heart.
Because it is.
A name and an identity which isnât yours, but which you stole when you followed Eren to Marley.
You were supposed to bring him back, as well as gather intel on the Warrior Unit while you were here.
Thatâs also why youâd approached Porco in the first place. You didnât want to get too close to Reiner and Annie, in case they recognised you, and Zeke is too high up in the hierarchy to get easy access to. Pieck seemed too cold to bother with a stranger several ranks below her, so that left Porco.
And itâs not that you complain. Heâs fun, strong, and pleasant to look at. And the sexâŚGod, just thinking about it makes your insides clench, even now when heâs holding you at literal gunpoint.
In the beginning, youâd told yourself you only did it for the sake of the mission.
The first time it happened, youâd been drunk and so had he. Your shared touches had become lingering, heated, until at some point, youâd found yourself pressed against a wall, one leg propped over Porcoâs shoulder while he thrust into you. One of his arms had been braced against the wall beside your head, his hand placed over your mouth to keep you silent while he fucked you in the shared kitchen in the barracks.
That had been your first time together. And when youâd both come down from your high, his eyes had softened and heâd kissed your forehead, promising you that the next time, heâd take his time with you and make love to you in a real bed.Â
And heâd made good of that promise.
Many times.
The two of you mustâve defiled every possible surface of his private quarters, and a good part of the shared facilities in the barracks too. His bed, of course, but also the floor, the walls, the shower, his desk, with you bent over it and him behind you, one hand on the small of your back to keep you nice and open for him, the other circling your clit in a pattern making stars explode before your eyes.
Porcoâs next words snap you back to the present.