#[ᦠ] .𝗲𝗶 ・ 𝘄𝗿𝗶𝘁𝗲𝘀

[eternallyei]

smut, men x reader

Thinking about men who consider themselves your best friend until the moment they get horny.

Spending their precious time with you, laughing and talking about whatsoever, living his peaceful and lovely life before they catch themselves staring.

They get randomly flustered at the thought of you figuring out their thoughts while you just lay there on his little room’s bed, yapping as usual.

Cheeks flushing red as they close their eyes to suppress the lewd images of them stuffing you full of their dick, cum dripping out of your hole to wet the sheets. He shakes his head.

“hey.. you listening?”

“I- Oh.. yeah yeah, I’m sorry..”

He nods, adjusting back on his chair, his calloused hands join over his cock in an attempt to hide the aching boner growing in his boxer.

He always tend to get lost in the thoughts of feeling your hole clench and spasm around his length.

Denial and fight is his daily routine around you, he just can’t resist you but you’re just friends, best friends at most, right.. ?

God, if only you knew how hard he tries to fight the urge to moan your name when you’re on a call with him. Because yes, you spend your whole life together, it’s all the more hard to think about anything else but you.

He loves listening to your voice but it’s so hard to contain himself for so long that barely even ten minutes after you get on the call, he mutes himself. Lowering his sweatpants and boxer, his cock twitching in his hand when you sigh or innocently whine about your day.

If only he could have at least a taste of you, his gaze eating you up from the moment they leave your eyes and roam over the sight of you. You and the way you speak, while your whole body explains every senses that were awakened when the story happened.

How your lips curl into syllables through your speech, your neck looking oh-so markable along the way your adam’s apple moves when you gulp down the saliva all those words have been building. All that saliva that should be dripping down your chin as he fills your sweet talkative mouth up.

It’s not his fault if your clothes tighten so well around your curves, it shows everything yet not enough of what he needs to see. His heart screaming to rip everything off you and taste you.. and feel you.. and.. fill you.

“Hey, are you okay ? your pant’s wet..”

Maybe staring at you for too long wasn’t a good idea, he knows. But who could’ve believed he could cum just by looking at your sweet and lovely figure..

— CHŌSO caleb Gale Jinshi ARMIN kyo BOKUTO —

— AND ANY OF YOUR FAVS ♡

this has been left in my drafts for a while and it is time for it to be aired so i hope you guys like it~

likes, rb and comments are appreciated, thank you lovelies ♡

@eternallyei. please do not copy/translate/use as your own.

[eternallyei]

smut, men x reader

When you finally get your mind set on some work to do, sitting at your desk like a champ. Finally getting an ounce of motivation to do your tasks for your next deadline, and then there he is.

Observing you from where he is sitting, desperately trying to focus on his book or.. whatever occupation he tried to acquire to pass the time while you have to do your own things. Barely glancing in his direction.

No.. this can't be though. Not for too long at least. So you expected him to stay nicely sat a few meters from you, sitting at your desk when he could just.. help your motivation further ? Nah, think again.

Confidently typing on your keyboard, you sigh, a small content smile spreading on your lips as you analyse your progress. It's almost done, finish line is right ahead — a small pat jolts you out of your concentration.

"Wanna hug.."

You look up, his eyes needy and desperate to just have his arms around you — or so you thought.

"Please"

"I just have a few more things to do, we can cuddle all you want after that, I promise.."

He closes his eyes, sighs and shakes his head — you don't get it, do you ? — his eyes bore into yours again, he places a gentle hand behind your shoulder.

"I've been waiting all day, please."

He whines, whines. You sigh, shoulders falling in despair, letting him know this isn't the right time for you, no matter how much you love him. Yet just as he wanted, you get up. Leaving him just enough space to slip behind you and sit on that uncomfortable chair you sat on all day.

You sit on his lap, his thighs supporting you better than any chair could. It was way more confortable, yes — and as soon as his deprived hands grab a firm hold of your waist, you know that work will have to wait until at least tomorrow.

You look over your shoulder, discerning the blush over his cheeks, ‘attempt to self control’ written all over his face.

"Happy ?"

He nods weakly, one arm circling around your waist to pull you closer — desperately closer. You quickly find your back tightly pressed against his broad chest, nearly sensing his heartbeat quickening in anticipation.

He adjusts in his seat and there you finally feel it — it's hard, aching to be relieved, it's twitching and already leaking at the feeling of your clothed hole over him.

"Hey.. I'm warning you, if you don't let me concentrate on this work, I'll shoo you away. Better stay still."

As if — but then again, as you wish — he audibly gulps, doing his best to not whimper under you when you order him like this.

"Just wanna be inside then, baby, please"

He shifts again, his hot breathe warming the soft skin of your neck while he whispers next to your ear. It's the only way to not fail in maintaining his cool and not let out any needy noises.

Your eyes glued to the screen in front of you, you lift your hips up, standing on your feet for a few seconds — a silent yes that he quickly takes in, as his thick hands hurriedly grab the waistband of his boxer and sweatpants, pulling them down mid-thigh.

His cock doing it's best not to burst a load at the sudden change of temperature, tip red and sensitive already after a day of imagining your sweet hole around him.

You lower your shorts and panties, both falling to your feet without effort, his eyes pretty much shining at the sight of your bare ass, he can't even keep his hands to himself at the view. A faint slap falls on your ass followed by a devilish scoff resonating in his throat as you jolt.

Spreading your legs and taking a few steps back so you're bending over him, elbows steadily holding you up on the desk as you let him align himself with your entrance. His big hands gently guide you down on his length, — it twitches, pulsates. It's hot and needy, like him.

You hear him hold back his breath as you sink down on him, sitting proudly over his lap when your walls finally envelope his cock all the way to the base. He lets out a shaky breathe, the same arm finding it's initial place around your waist for support and sanity. At least what's left of it.

"T-Thank.. you.."

You giggle faintly, you just made the big boy stutter by just sitting on his aching cock, veins pulsating blood in his hard shaft so desperately you swear it'll mess up your heartbeat.

Fully filled, warming him up just the way he was craving for hours, you straighten your back, your hands find the keyboard as you begin typing again, concentrating back in your work.

Mind you, you're the only one concentrated and mentally okay with this situation, because if one person in this room isn’t losing it, it's certainly not him right now. But you so wanna finish this work after all.

And he wants to finish too — or maybe, we're not talking about the same thing now ?

His eyes tightly close, it's taking all his self control to not hold you in a headlock and fuck himself inside you. Maybe this will remind you he needs a piece of the attention you overly give to your works.

He sighs, his eyes scanning your back and the way it stays so still over him. Wondering just how you're able to act so cool, when you usually mewl and incoherently babble when he sinks his fat inches inside your tight little hole.

"You're so warm, you feel so good wrapped this tight around me, doll"

His hips jerk against you, pushing himself just a tiny little bit deeper. You're wet, oh so wet for him, and it works his brain up so bad.

He leans closer to your back, pressing a hot kiss to the back of your neck, his huge hands making your waist look so small when they snarl over your skin, grabbing a good hold of the way your hips do their best to stay still.

"Baby, please.."

You contentedly sigh, he knows how to get under your skin — he knows how to break your resistance, — and patience is key.

Kisses pressed gently on your skin, marking your neck all the way to your shoulder while his hungry hands slide under your shirt, begging to be wrapped around those soft and round boobs.

You feel so small under his hands, he loves it. He loves the way you feel so fragile and breakable even when you think you're in control. His hands come up to grope your breast, thumb teasing your hardened nipple, — and you do exactly what he wants, you mewl.

He wants to tell you to give up on that work for today, you certainly did a good job so far already — but you'd tell him to keep his hands off you and scold him for distracting you.

And he doesn't want that. Toying with you is just how he likes to have you. Earn you.

"Baby.. I need to finish this, please"

He knows. Does he care though ? No. Absolutely not.

His digits work over your tit, circling and flicking them until your hips unconsciously twitch and you squeeze his cock. He smirks, he knows you're too weak to play this game. He won from the moment you took your eyes off your fucking screen.

"I'm almost done"

And he'll make you say it again afterwards, but surely not speaking about your stupid assignment this time.

He bites your neck, his hips jerking when you squeeze him again, earning a lewd moan out of your soft parted lips. Because at this point, you were needy and desperate to have him pace his hips into yours. You needed him as much as he needed you after all.

Yet here you are, insisting on finishing that damn assessment. You shakily type a few word on the computer while he plays with your boobs, as if you were used to it now. Unbothered, — not quite exactly though, you were practically soaking his tensed balls wet.

"Look, what d'you think ?"

You manage to ask, his hands and mouth still trying their best to distract you from that damn computer.

"Mmh, don't care."

He kisses, bites your skin, already red and overused. His hand slide down your stomach, finding their favorite place between your thighs while the other grab a firm hold of your waist to keep you in place.

Because he knows and understand that you want to act indifferent so bad but once he's got his digits between your folds, you're squeezing your thighs together and squirming around, begging to be spared.

And once his fingers slide down your folds, ghosting over your clit, you're doing right what he knew you would do. Squirm around, desperately trying to pull on his wrist to keep his hands away from what he toys the best with.

"Sshh, focus on your assessment, baby"

Asshole, you think to yourself — so he needs you mewling, whining and fighting under his grip to remind you to stay focused ? Daring you to resist him now.

His kisses turn into mean little chuckles, his arm griping your waist tighter than it ever has been so his fingers can work over your clit, toying with it just the right way to get you rolling your eyes and throwing your head back over his shoulder.

"Okay.. okay. That’s it, lemme reward you, doll"

You moan and press your thighs together — at least best you can with how spread he's keeping you with his own thighs. He kisses your cheeks, finally able to see your pretty face contort in pleasure as he handles you.

You're shaking already, deprived from your own will. His firm hold over your waist easing him to move your hips over his own, his tip pressing the deepest spot of your insides with just how hard he is.

Your lips parting to let out yet another needy mewl, his thumb caresses the soft skin of your sides. He presses another kiss on your temples.

"I'll take care of you now"

He doesn't want to be mean but he's been craving to cum inside you all day, his poor balls aching to be emptied. Wishing he could just pick you up and throw your small frame on the bed and fuck you till you can't even remember your own name.

After a long day of ignoring him, you got him all desperate. Poor big boy losing his restraint and becoming a messy one needing to get his favorite little hole filled to the brim with his precious cum.

Reminding you that your time is all his and only his.

— CALEB ais Eren Xavier AMON suguru Marius ghost

— AND YOUR FAVS ♡

fyi, yes, i have works to do. and yes, i was doing it with caleb staring into my soul while doing it.

it just sounded so well i had to write that down. writing this without overthinking it guys, bare with me. anyway i admit i wanted to quote my favorite guys bc they deserved their little story too! didn't quite know how to finish it—

if anyone has ideas or requests i'm all ears.

likes, rb and comments are appreciated, thank you again lovelies ♡

@eternallyei. please do not copy/translate/use as your own.

[eternallyei]

fluff, men x reader

Men who are unable to sleep without you. Either because they’re far for work, because you’re gone for girls night or because you got into an argument and one of you is sleeping on the couch.

When he’s far for work and has to sleep in a hotel room, or anywhere that’s not Home. He can’t find the peace to fall into the depth of dreams because wherever he turns you’re not laying next to him. Nothing is like his sweet little home.

Your sweet face asleep is all that he needs for his tiredness to actually knock him. He can’t, he just can’t. He can’t smell your delicate scent on the sheets, nor feel your skin on his while he hugs you so tight like a child who holds a plushie for comfort.

It’s just not it. Images of you sleeping in solitude in the king sized bed is aching his heart to have you flushed in his embrace. Gosh he misses you. The bed feels so empty.

He turns right and left, eventually landing on his back, staring at the dark ceiling. It’s so quiet.. too quiet. Can’t even hear your soothing sleepy breathing, nor feel your warmth next to him.

“fuck..”

Even his hands could not help him fall asleep, they don’t feel like you either. He quickly grabs his phone, searching for relief by looking at videos and pictures of you, staring at your pretty eyes and your smile.. that he adores. He smiles unconsciously, sighing when reality hits him again.

He drops his phone next to him, inhaling and exhaling when breathing felt like a burden all of a sudden, air heavy over his chest when the lightness of his gentle feather isn’t out of reach.

He finally closes his eyes, imagining your hand in his, or your breath over his bare chest when you sleep close to his heart. He turns to his side, squeezing a pillow between his arms.

It might not be you but at least it makes his heart feel less alone in this large bed, his imagination not effective enough to turn the feeling into your figure but it does the job.

Suddenly he jumps, his phone buzzing, it’s you. Relieving his heart just enough when you send him a good night message.

“can’t sleep without me either, darling ?”

He chuckles to himself, quick to call you, maybe at least your voice will help him fall asleep. If not, a part of you is with him and that’s good enough for him to find peace through passing out for the night.

— CHOSO nanami könig NEUVILLETTE artem levi GEPARD luocha sylus —

— AND YOUR FAVS ♡

sometimes the idea is good but putting it into details is hard, isn’t it ? (btw i wanted to add luocha cause i love this man sm)

whatever.. likes, rb and comments are appreciated~ i sincerely hope you liked it, thank you lovelies ♡

@eternallyei. please do not copy/translate/use as your own.

[eternallyei]

smut, men x f!reader ♡

Being bent over a poor desk, while it does it’s best to not break under your body and his. His both hands weakly but confidently placed on both sides of your chest while your arms barely find the strength to hold your back upright.

That little dazed head of yours lazily placed on the desk in front of you, forehead moving as his hips constantly rut into yours.

Your pantie laying on the floor between your legs, soaking wet from both yours and his juices, whereas he seems to barely have taken the time to strip from his own sweatpants.

His head falls forward, his wet hair caressing your back as he thrusts his red and angry tip on your cervix, making you forget how you drool on the desk under you.

Slightly and weakly opening your eyes to see his hands clenching into fists, his fingers curling as his breath pick up a quick pace, basically panting over your shoulder before a whimper escapes his soft lips.

You smile, enjoying his big boy moans as much as his precious cock buried inside you, brushing every delicious spot through your walls.

“S-.. agh-nnh.. fuuck”

Uncontrollable whines coming out your throat as he quickens his pace, feeling both your orgasm and his build up as he keeps going.

His hips rutting into you at a desperate pace, one hand sliding to your waist to hold you close, another broken moan escaping his sweet lips that devilishly turn into that one unexpected smirk.

He chuckles under his pants, eyes dazedly closed while he fucks himself deeper and harder into your hole, his hips becoming suddenly precise through his pace.

“a-ahh.. nghs- aah-ha!”

One noise echoing louder through your throat and he’s bending down to be over your ear, your small figure shadowed by his chest over yours. His breath brushing your cheek as he weakly gulps, moaning.

“‘m s..sorry”

His deep voice echoes in your glazed mind, only followed by more of those wet slaps that the violent contact into your two anatomy make and your two pants and moans synchronized.

Apology immediately accepted and long forgotten when the squeeze of your walls around his length make him groan under his breath. Making you raise your head in near shock at the sudden sensation.

It feels so sudden and quick, his hand quickly sliding on the desk, resting next to your breast to support his weight. While his other hand makes a quick travel across your side, a gentle brush over your trembling thighs and his fingers are quick to find your clit.

His finger tracing your clit a few times before he circles his digit over your sensitive bud. Legs shaking under a wave of overstimulation, after yet another time of having him fuck through your nth orgasm.

Also his because, his cock is just too sensitive inside your cunt. His tip pre-leaking every time he barely thinks about being inside you.

His beautiful hands working perfectly over your clit to make you squeeze around him again, before it builds up. Weak and deep moans escaping your throat while he desperately tries to hold back his soft whimpers.

“fuck.. fu-ahh”

“mmh.. ahh-ngh”

Few thrusts are enough before he’s spilling his sweet cum inside you yet again, painting your walls as his hips slowly stop. His hand quickly coming back to your sides to support his body, while you both catch your breath.

He chuckles again, his lovely smirk raising on the corner of his lips, his precious blush showing up. He softly bends down, coming next to your face.

Your cheek tiredly placed on the desk, as he kisses the visible one, brushing your hair to the side. He smiles at your fucked out expression; or more so, non-expression.

He slowly pushes his hips further to trigger you, or see any reactions from you.

“another round ?”

He whispers through a tender chuckle, his dick still buried inside your cunt, perfectly wrapped inside your soft and warm walls. You weakly whine, raising up your head to gather the small strength left inside you to whisper to him.

“Please no..” You giggle but you physically couldn’t accept, even if your heart and mind screamed otherwise.

He’s quick to brag your body, circling your waist with his arm to help you up and against his bare chest, your eyes still closed and tired when his lips brush against your ear.

“Alright..”

He sweetly groans, slipping out of you, the mix of your cum and his, dropping down your thighs all the way to your ankles, soaking your pantie on the floor yet again.

You grab the edge of the desk for support, taking a deep breath at the feeling of your hole being empty from his cock again when he slips it back into his boxer, that was already painted in his pre-cum.

As you turn around to look up at him, he pulls out his lovely and innocent smile again, as if he wasn’t trying to break the desk under you just minutes ago.

His gaze scanning your naked curves before his eyes meet with your half lidded ones. Your lips quickly finding his when you step forward, your hands crossing behind his neck.

His lips kissing you softly and sweetly, his tongue losing no time to travel to your mouth as his hands caress your waist, one hand falling to stay over your bare ass, making him smile over your lips.

“i love you”

He utters under his breath, marking a pause through the kiss as he hugs you, his lips next to your ear.

“i love you too”

He kisses you again, breaking the hug with a smile.

“let’s get ourselves cleaned up”

He says, looking into your eyes dearly as if this wasn’t all part of his plan to ruin you like he had seen on those filthy videos when you were away.

Cause gosh.. his hands don’t feel like your walls do.

— SUGURU ♡ yuuta thoma XAVIER rafayel leander atsumu kazutora MARIUS —

— AND YOUR FAVS ♡

it just so happened to cross my mind, didn’t it ? had an idol in mind while writing that lol, his name began with an S too so Suguru just had to be first… sigh, that damn man.

hope you appreciate this one! likes, rb and comments are appreciated, thank you lovelies ♡

@eternallyei. please do not copy/translate/use as your own.

[eternallyei]

smut, painter men x f!reader

Painter men that’s so obsessed with your curves that he unconsciously draws details of it in his paintings every time his hands start speaking his mind.

He knows the curves of your waist by heart, he doesn’t even give any thoughts about how to paint the canvas. It’s so precise in his mind, as if he had been painting you for ages. Clearly it’s automatic, like his hands were stuck in a loop to draw you.

You’re his muse, his biggest inspiration days and nights. He daydreams and dreams about your delicate figure roaming around his studio. His cheeks flushing pink whenever you finally walk in the room.

He spends hours looking at your figure, your mimics, the way you frown when you get too concentrated in your work or lecture. When you show him something to have his opinion, your little face eager to get any reactions from your boyfriend.

The way your chest rise and falls when you breathe, fast or slow, anything is just enough to attract his attention. Just you, you only, he’s only ever muse, his most precious and most beautiful piece of art. All for him to paint in all of its meanings and colors.

“nngh.. please”

He smiles, remote tightly held in his defined hands while he presses buttons, the vibration only going stronger on your wet pussy. Eyes focused on the canva in front of him, concentrated on the emotions he’s painting into it, colors echoing the sound of your moans for only his ears to hear.

“stop squirming around like that, Miss.. w’dun wanna ruin such a piece of art now, do we ?”

Easier said than done when all he does is leave you drenched in sweat and your own cum on the sofa. You can just squirm in mixed pleasure and discomfort by the way the cold breeze hits your opened legs only for him to paint.

“i-ahh can’t.. anymore please.. ahh fuuck!”

It hits you, you cum yet again under his lust-dazed eyes piercing through your pleading and teary ones. He scoffs, his ears burning red at the envy but he isn’t done with the painting yet. Your words falling on deaf ears as he pushes the volume up more.

Your eyes roll to the back of your head, you can barely air a sound, and when you finally catch your breath, the lewdest moan escapes your throat. You swear if anyone passed by they’d think he’s torturing you. Well they wouldn’t be wrong but you asked for this.

He’s eyeing you, devouring you in small glances, a faint smirk glued to his lips. Only your pleads keep him from losing his mind, snapping him out of his pant for a bit.

If only this pant wasn’t so tight in the first place, but he needs just a few more strokes with his paintbrush. He’s too distracted by the way your face contorts in pleasure every time you cum on this sex-toy. Do you fucking love it more than his cock ?

“just a little more, baby..”

He sighs, barely holding a moan by the thought of painting you with his own sweet color. Fuck. He draws few more details and he jumps up his chair, almost throwing his brush and palette.

Hands quick to pull down his pants, holding his aching cock while his eyes stare at you in lust. He walks over to you, scanning your face to your chest rising up and down in distress for air, until he catches sight of your opened legs.

His favorite dessert fully undressed, a pinkish vibrator holding itself inside to try and pleasure you like he does. Thrown to the side and quickly replaced by his length, sliding between the spots that couldn’t be reached by the toy.

His dick is rock hard, it only takes him a few strokes to already cum inside your walls, but he hopes you weren’t expecting him to stop there because he was only getting a taste of what he was craving for a while long now.

It’s only the beginning and he’s going to make sure you’re painted more than any of his paintings. Whiter than any of the empty ones. Just to make sure he went to the end of his masterpiece.

— MARIUS RAFAYEL (albedo) —

— AND ANY OF YOUR FAVS ♡

came through my mind, was picturing the obsessive painting and it sounded cute at first lol until it turned into sth dirty..

likes, rb and comments are appreciated, thank you lovelies ♡

@eternallyei. please do not copy/translate/use as your own.

[eternallyei]

smut, men x f!reader

Thinking about how weak he gets whenever he’s deep inside you. The red tint stuck to his cheeks under his tightly closed eyes while he’s rutting into your hips hungrily, eager to feel every inch of your insides.

He frowns forcefully, not even able to open his eyes to look at your pretty face under him, which, he knows very well, is staring up at him with a smile on your lips.

The feeling of your velvety and warm walls hugging his needy and sensitive cock, his arms shaking like weak leaves next to your ears each time his hips hit yours.

He pants, he chants next to your ear, he’s enchanted by the way your small hole envelopes his shaft, it feels so good after being so untouched for so long.

He missed you so much, work was taking all your love-life time and also sex life, and this ..

This is all he needed to have after two weeks of stress in court or at work, the tingly feeling in his stomach, he feels the knot tight as ever in relief. You just feel so heavenly.

Oh and your scent, your skin like fresh blooming flowers and your hair fresh from your shampoo, you’re hypnotizing. He takes a deep breath of your SCENT, a fresh air traveling his lungs.

“mngh.. missed y’so much”

He whimpers yet again, lost in the feeling you make him go through. His hands fisting the bedsheets under you as he places harsh kisses on your neck and collarbone.

“Oh.. ahh-mmh”

You feel him twitch inside you. He is lost, his hips growing more precise and erratic, holding your hips tightly. Fingertips marking your skin red.

His shaky hands searching for the right spot to hold your body under him, his lips pressed next to your temple. Breathe fastening and whiny.

This poor man is so drunk, his mind lost in all of you, all about you. Gulps heavy and full of drool, he catches his breath, you’re so overwhelming, it’s better than any substances, gosh.

Slow sex makes it even better, he gets to feel every inch of you. Your crystal moans caressing his hearing, his body tenses. Goosebumps all over his skin at your nails and fingertips grazing over his back.

“fuck.. y-you feel so good..”

It’s like you’re a demon, a witch sent to poison him, get him rid of his senses by the way you enchant him. God, he could never get out of this curse..

If ever he actually wanted to.

— ARTEM gepard neuvillette KURAS yuuta akaashi

— AND YOUR FAVS ♡

Artem had me on a choke hold so bad on events waw. had to add other ones that i also thought about through writing this. i was debating whether i should write more to it or not cause it’s kinda short but here you are. also i might add people or not, in case any other person fit that one.

hope you like this one! likes, rb and comments are appreciated, thank you lovelies ♡

@eternallyei. please do not copy/translate/use as your own.

[eternallyei]

smut, leon s. kennedy x f!reader

Thinking about Leon bullying your pussy with his cock after a tough day. His hips violently hitting yours as he paces in and out of your hole.

Occasionally groaning at the feeling of your soft and tight walls brushing every millimeters of his shaft, catching his breath when your velvet walls perfectly slide over his veins.

His throbbing tip hitting every spot existing inside your cunt at an animalistic speed, throwing your leg over his shoulder as his grip bruises the fuck out of your skin.

The way he fucks you recklessly, your breath mixing with your whines as you reach a weak hand over his toned abs in an attempt to slow him down.

“Leon.. ahh- slow down, please..”

He bends down to hear you better, pressing your thigh between your chest and his while he continues to thrust inside you. Both panting through the squelch noises following every hit of his hips, earning another whine from your parted lips.

“Slow down..”

He kisses your cheek, tracing down your jaw all the way to your neck, gulping through his breath as he slows down.

“Why ? Does it hurt, sweetheart ?”

Leon softly speaks, his low tone echoing under his breath as he stops his thrusts, waiting for you to answer. He wouldn't want to hurt you even if you feel this good around his length.

"it's just.. gonna make me cum so quick if you go that fast, Leon.."

That signature scoff of his, escaping his lips before he raises back up and grips your thigh again, leaving you no place to pull away from his strong hips.

"i don't see any problem you can't handle here.."

As if he would actually give a fuck, as long as it doesn't hurt ?

He quickly resumes his pace, making you jolt when he pulls out and fucks his cock right back into your hole, fucking you at the same reckless pace again.

"cumming twice shouldn’t be a problem for you, would it ?”

And you know damn well stamina isn’t what he lacks.

oops, i might be going through resident evil 4 remake.. the plot is really too good

Leon is really making me feel some type of ways, can't deny

i'm posting this really fast again.. so maybe i’ll end up rewriting it.. but here you are, enjoy (:

©eternallyei. please do not copy/translate/use as your own.

[eternallyei]

fluff, megumi fushiguro x reader ♡

Thinking about Megumi looking at you from head to toe with a stern expression when you wear something revealing, avoiding having to tell you to change your outfit because he thinks you’re allowed to wear whatever you want.

But later when you go out, he grabs the first opportunity to put his jacket over your shoulders, or around your waist, as if nothing happened just so his pretty girlfriend doesn’t expose herself for everyone to see.

He spends his whole time doing his best to take care of you and treats you like a porcelain doll, though he never makes it obvious and just does it with little subtle things.

Megumi would avoid holding your hands, kissing you or hugging you in public, but when it’s cold outside and your soft little hands are freezing, he takes your hand to hold it inside his pocket.

He avoids physical affection with you in private too, waiting for you to let go of him every time you hug him out of the blue. Occasionally, pushing you away and pulling out of your embrace when it’s more than a few seconds.

But every time he feels conflicted or low in general, he’s the first to come and hug you. Eyes closed and deep breath in your neck, just so you can’t witness how embarrassed he feels to be the one to search for physical reassurance.

Megumi is honestly in love with you and never fails to show it to you without even noticing, never forgetting your likings and orders in every places you’ve been.

He makes you feel like life is easy from how everything you want or think about doing are already done when it’s in his power to make it happen.

As much as he catches himself staring at you in admiration when you don’t notice, and gets flustered when you finally realize.

“i wasn’t looking at you..”

He mutters, avoiding your gaze with a frown as his cheeks turn pink in embarrassment. Although you both know he was lying, living in denial at how his heart flutter every time you make eye contact.

Megumi could really spend hours staring at a photo of you when you’re away, amazed by how pretty you look in every angle and how much he feels his heart melt in love to know your his and only his.

Small and discrete smiles hanging on his lips when you tell him ‘i love you’ before hanging up when he’s on a call with you. Feeling an anxious tingle in his stomach when he tells himself ‘it’s the one, i’m gonna tell her’.

“i love you too”

But ends up whispering it to the beeping of his phone because you hang up knowing how hard it is for him to return your words.

hi (: its been a while, i havent posted since ages bc i didnt quite know abt who or what.. and well i said i’ll post another one

but anyway here is one about our precious megs, i love him sm )):

hope y’all enjoy(ed), im open for suggestions and requests btw!

©eternallyei. please do not copy/translate/use as your own.

[eternallyei]

subtly suggestive, matsuno chifuyu x f!reader ♡

After a good old shower, you found yourself hanging out on your phone, body lazily bent over the edge of the bed. Scrolling endlessly on something that seemed to have caught your attention completely.

Didn’t even bother to dress up much in the eagerness, curves gently and perfectly wrapped in those black laced underwear.

Which was what you found in the disposed drawers of your new room. The one you were supposed to stay in as long as your rich old man was 'kept captive'.

Some music playing along the video on your phone, cool memories going on the screen, a quick scoff escaping your gentle lips.

Attention too caught by that one video of you and your friend singing your hearts out in a karaoke room. Remembering the lyrics just right for you both to play along the song.

Suddenly your knees lift off the ground, waist caught by a firm arm lifting your body off the ground and making you stand up. You flinch, nearly letting out a scream at the sudden sensation.

Your eyes dart at the man holding you, your hands tightly holding his arm in defense before tension leaves your muscles and you sigh in relief.

“gosh.. you scared me” you chuckle, bringing a flat hand over your heart as you steady on your feet.

After what seems like more than a week of seeing his face, it was more than easy to be quickly reassured by his features and presence.

He didn’t quite look like a sane guy but since you thought he was charged to make sure you’re safe between them.. he should be to trust.

“sorry, ‘thought you heard me enter”

His soft tone decorating his raspy voice, while he puts up a tiny smile, eyes quickly scanning you from head to toe.

“y’knew i was coming ?”

You look up at him in confusion, mind quickly going through thoughts of what he could mean before it hits you that you’re still in your undergarments.

“mmh ?” you utter, hands coming up to hide what you can of your body to avoid exposure.

“i brought all the things you said you wanted yesterday”

In case you’re wondering, yes, Chifuyu is somehow high in his clan but you surely didn’t think he could afford anything he proposed to you the day before.

You were just looking over his shoulder, bundled next to him as he randomly scrolled to the endless amount of possibilities to wear and buy.

Not even a second did it come through your mind that he was serious about asking you what you’d like him to buy. Even so, not that fast.

“already ?”

“aha, yes.. already, i’m not just anyone” he giggles, “gonna put up a show in those f’me, mmh ?”

Who are you to even refuse a little model show to a head of the clan anyway ? Just a little mouse in a feared cattery.

so i just wrote that down at some point and it was supposed to have a continuation, i’ll just post it and see where this goes

please appreciate it, lovelies ♡

@eternallyei. please do not copy/translate/use as your own.

[eternallyei]

What a long ride..

smut, lil angst, eren yeager x f!reader ~ +5,5k words

Casually sipping on his vape, Eren sits on the stairs, impatiently waiting for the bell to ring the end of his lovely prisoner’s class.

He takes a sip of smoke in and then blows it out, it feeds his brain just good enough to be honest. And even if smoking was prohibited inside the building, who is he to give a fuck about rules anyway.

He looks around, in case anyone catches him smoking inside the building, or report that he isn’t in class again. Not that he cares but he just wants to leave and not being held in the headmaster’s office for the uncountable hours of class he skips.

Let’s be honest and say Eren isn’t the best student in this university, he might even win if a 'worst student' contest occurred. He’s smart though, but not for class. Not at all, or he just doesn't even try.

He sighs, time seems so long when you want it to be fast, and he loses patience. He lasted twenty eight poor minutes before he feels the urge to take you out of class.

He slips his vape back in his vest pocket and goes to your class. Going up the stairs two by two, until aisle C, where he jogs to your class.

Windows give a sight enough reachable from his height to check whether you really care about the lesson or not. An airy laugh escapes him when he catches sight of you.

"exactly what i thought, you do not give a single fuck about whatever my man mr. Matsuoka is tryna explain"

You’re there, half listening half fighting against your eyes to not close. Leaning your head on your palm, and playing with your pen in your other hand.

Finally you look at the aisle windows and here is his head trying to sneak into the annoying hour you are going through. He blinks at you, shooting you a small malicious smile.

You frown nodding him to go away, when all of a sudden he disappears. You take a breath of relief before the class becomes silent.

knock knock

"come in!"

You hide behind your hands when Eren’s figure appears in the doorframe. Gosh Eren, don’t embarrass me, please..

"hello, um.. i’d like to borrow one of your students if you’d allow me"

The teacher raises an eyebrow in confusion. What the hell would be more important than attending his class after all ?

A sucker for the headmaster, Eren bets.

"yeah, i was told to bring her to big daddy’s office"

You pinch the bridge of your nose at his words while the whole class giggles. If only you had the ability to disappear, it would help right now.

Seriously Eren ? Big daddy’s office ??

He’s so stupid sometimes you wonder how he didn’t fail his years until now. The whole university have a crush on him even though he’s an idiot asshole and everyone giggles when he says his intrusive thoughts out loud. Having no shame to spit words like this in front of everyone is probably your biggest strength Eren i swear to god, you think.

"Yeager, you better stop fooling around before I send you to the headmaster myself !"

Eren holds back a laughter as he realizes the teacher understood who he was referring to, then he quickly continues.

"yeah yeah, anyway, can I ?"

"if he asked you to, go ahead."

In a split second, he locks eyes with you. Everyone turns around to look at you, not so surprised he came for you. The whole college knows Eren follows you around like a dog, whether he just walks next to you looking like a murderer or talks non stop while teasing you.

You look at him, clearly unamused by the situation he puts you in when he nods and gestures you to come.

"take your stuff.. just in case", he says, shooting a fake smile at the teacher.

You pack your stuff and greet the professor, uttering a small apology before leaving. Eren closes the door behind you and you walk down the corridor, thinking about what stupid plan he found again.

"don’t thank me"

"did not even think about it"

Getting down the stairs, you stop mid-way, making him look back up at you.

"we’re not heading to the headmaster’s office, are we ? where are you leading me again Eren ?"

"no, big daddy doesn’t really want to see your ugly face, sorry"

"Eren, fuck, stop being so dumb for gods sake"

"what ! what did i do again ?"

"big daddy ? seriously ?"

"you don’t like it ?"

"i don’t."

"'kay, whatever babe. can we go now ?"

"don't call me-"

"let’s go already, just trust me"

"that’s exactly the reason why i asked, you idiot”

“ugh.. fuck it, c’mhere"

He walks up the stairs, takes the handle of your backpack and throws it over his shoulder. He sighs.

"the fuck you think you’re doing, 'ren ?"

"learning you how to behave like a good girl"

You roll your eyes as he winks at you, clearly proud that he got to act stupid again, and tease you more. He bents down waist level, grabbing your legs to throw you over his shoulder too.

You tried to fight at least but you both know who’s stronger here.

As you arrived to the car, Eren sets you back to the floor, opens the passenger’s door and waves in circles like the clowns do i guess for you to get seated in the car.

You just stare at him, unsure however it’s one of the days he’s eager to gain that trust of yours or either it’s those days he ends up with some shitty tricks or plans with you.

He smiles at how undetermined you are to give him your trust and do as he pleases.

"c'mon, babe.. we’re not gonna wait here all day. get inside the car"

You give him your meanest side eye look and get seated in the car in silence while he holds eye contact.

"hhh.. thank you", he nods.

He slams the door back and gets seated in the driver seat. Puts his key in the car before everything lights up and the engine roars.

Eren fastens his seatbelt and looks at you

"seatbelt, miss"

And you do.

After some time, when you’ve reached the highway, your mind just wanders.

He really just made you skip classes to take you out ? Where even ? Couldn’t he just wait for your day to end ? It’s not your business if HE doesn’t want to go to school and have a diploma and.. whatever.

You roll your eyes again, Eren has just been conducting you to escape whatever responsible decisions you take.

It makes you think about back then where it all began, raised by not-so-legal parents, your dad barely home but enough to remind you how in danger you were from his enemies. When as much warning as he gave you, you still ended up being taken away from your sweet home.

Surrounded by a bunch of unhealthy individuals but only one stood out from the crowd, and it was Eren. He looked good and healthier for once, it felt reassuring, and yet again here he was the only one taking real care of you. Or even just giving a slight shit about you.

He spent time with you, learning how you worked around people, who you could bear with and who you couldn’t.

You were so thankful at first, because he acted so nice and irreproachable. His nice demeanor felt like you could at least feel some relief in having him as a friend or.. whatever.

Unfortunately, it didn’t last long enough for him to show how irresponsible and childish he could be. Almost stalking you everyday at school, the only place you could go to outside the mansion. He went on asking you out here and there, while you try to decline but he never failed to make you say yes.

Well, to be very honest, let’s not say you’ve grown to have a crush on this dude because he would like it a bit too much but.. let’s still stay honest and say you actually do. You probably like his annoying ass at least a little. Barely a lot, as a secret.

Then again, here you are, going all in for one of his plan again, who knows what he’ll come up with this time and how awfully awkward it will be.

You turn your head to look at him, seeing he’s so focused on the road in front of him.

He’s just so fine, c’mon.

His defined hands that you admire so often, left hand firmly gripping the wheel while his right one stays on the gearbox. Notice how he’s still wearing all his jewelries, including the bracelet you offered him.

His toned chest peacefully rising up and down as if life wasn’t the biggest of his concerns at all, god.. he got you daydreaming in your seat right next to him. they must be heavy over his heart..

His hair tied up in a messy bun letting some strands escape and fall on his neck, as well as letting out some streaks of hair fall in front of his face. Do they never get in his eyes ?

His tongue licking wet his pinkish lips from time to time, and his eyes wandering on the road, aware of every details around him.

Those beautiful emerald eyes that keep fidgeting between cars and the road, before they snap at you.

You snap your head back to the window, acting like nothing happened as the blush invades your cheeks.

"i was wondering how long you’d check me out before i’d have to bring you out of your cunt.

it was actually pretty much of a long stare, babe.. i might think you like me more than you show it”

He’s so annoying, you even start to regret staring at him. Sometimes you just wish he’d choke on air.

"shut up, i was just looking around. the silence sounded way too unusual”

He laughed, way too entertained by your annoyance.

“where are we going, it’s been almost an hour you’ve been driving"

“chill, it’s been fifteen minutes, i’m just searching for a good place to stop"

"so you’re gonna abandon me in the middle of nowhere ?"

"Yes, smarty. order of the big master”

Eren keeps messing with you. You know damn well no one in that goddamn crew would dare take the risk to lose a so precious ressource. That gentle little girl is worth too much to lose.

Checking several times whether you’re looking or not, he puts a hand on your thigh, making you jolt in surprise. You try to push his hand away but his grip is just so tight and strong, it’s of no use. And whenever you ‘politely’ ask him to take his hand off your thigh, he gives no shit and only gets further and closer to your heat.

So at the end you just give up.

After a little moment of fighting with Eren in your head, he drives off to a resting point of the highway.

“what are you doing ? where are we ?”

“have you already fucked on the back seats of a car ?”

I’m sorry ?? your thoughts freeze for a split second, heart dropping from the stairs of a scale all the way to your stomach. It’s clear he’s not joking for once, he’s good at hinting but a very bad liar. You don’t know whether you wish you heard him right or whether you wish you never heard him at all but you also debate whether it’s his personal needs or the crew heads one.

The one time he had to not be flirting or teasing you, spending his time telling you dirty shits just to get you flustered… it had to be the time he finally mentions sex with you.

While he calmly parks the car, you try to clear things in your mind, trying to hide the obvious heat going all the way to your cheeks again.

I might be hearing hallucinations. Your thoughts just mix together, a part of you doesn’t want to have this conversation with him, but then again.. look at him, and look at you melting in your seat at some damn words.

Your poor stomach tightens as he takes a stop between the parking stripes.

Eren pulls on the handbrake and stays silent for a few seconds as you almost hold your breath next to him, the knock in your stomach feels so tight. Gosh, breathe, it’s.. good thing.

He looks around, some cars are parked farther down the lines, at least not next to his. And then he watches you, and how you stare at your feet, at whatever inexistant detail suddenly appeared to be interesting.

He giggles, as if the situation was hilarious.

"look who became so silent! you’re always opening your fucking mouth, hissing back at me when i say shit and now that i bring sex into light.. you’re quiet like never.

‘ssup kitten, cat caught your tongue ? mmh ?"

He tugs your hair behind your ear to have a better view of your face, and you try to pull back. He sits back in his seat, and clears his throat.

“sit your pretty ass in the back.”

“but..”

“that wasn’t a question, doll, i said sit your pretty ass in the back of this car.”

“Eren not here, please!”

“come on, nobody’s gonna see us”

A big sigh escapes your lips, why here ? You try to pull on the handle but to no avail, doors long closed by the moment you both fastened your seatbelt.

“let me step out”

“no, i’m not allowed to do that, you know that”

"then let me get to the backseats"

"sure, as you wish", he nods, before he unlocks the door for you.

You know this is like a beast playing with his feast before a meal, he’s so confident around you. Nearly stepping out, you thought maybe it was time to end your fugitive life after all. You mentally facepalm at how naive you sound, he knows every next step of yours.

You stand next to the car, pretending to be an obedient hostage for once in your career but your eyes wander around, trying to find a car who's about to leave where you can hop in.

Unfortunately, he knows you and steps out too, calling you out of your thoughts.

"hey, i know what you’re thinking about, don’t test me."

You stare at him, snapping your head back at some people farther back, walking towards their car. Who does he think you are to not try it out, huh ? Who’s the bad little bunny now, mmh ?

"hey, if you run away, i’ll fuck you right on the door in front of you for anyone who parks next to us to see. am i clear ?"

Sounds dissuasive enough, even if the car was hidden enough by wonderful mother nature.. but why not try though, it might work to run away. At least you won’t have to face those money and killing hungry men every morning again. It seems like a good deal, right ?

Heels spinning around before you start walking faster and faster, all to the strangers car, while Eren sighs yet again, not even bothering to run at this point. He knows you won't get a single chance with strangers on this road. Do you even know how many couples are fighting on runways ? How many pretty young women like you are taken away to satisfy needs ?

And here you are stumbling over your words at how to explain or tell them why you need them to take you anywhere safer than the woods. By the time you finally get to the point he already reaches you, putting his best actor mask on, proving you how good of a liar he can turn out to be.

"hello man, i’m sorry! she’s kinda lost, you know!

he stares into your lost eyes,

love, it's okay, c'mhere, i’m sorry for what I said, let’s go back home, ok ?

Eren takes a firm hold of your hand,

sorry for the inconvenience, you know how it is! have a nice road man!"

You couldn’t believe how ridiculously easy it was to get rid of these people like nothing happened, they probably couldn’t even speak your language.

"you know how big of troubles you could’ve just put me into ?

gonna hav’ta stick to my words..

you think i’m scared like you are.."

And just as he said, he pulled you by your wrist your chest hitting the right door of the car, smirking at your attempt to pull back and your voice echoing just to beg him to not do that. Not here, like that for everyone to see, please.

He squeezed his chest against you, making a sort of metal sound when your body hits the vehicle.

He makes you spread your legs with his knees and grabs your pantie under the poor skirt you were so happy to wear today. He takes it off, stuffing it in his pocket.

"if you continue breathing so heavy and fast, you might also fuck yourself on my cock, once i’m in, kitten"

Shut up. He loses no time before his fingers slide down your clit, making the heat come up to your cheeks and ears when you realise how wet you were already.

"look who’s dripping, i didn’t even touch you yet. is that how 'desperate' you are for it, mmh ?"

"fuck you"

He laughed, "no babe, fuck you"

He rubs circles over your clit, his boner pressed against your ass. You let out an airy moan at how sweet his fingers feel around your bundle of nerve.

He plays with you, while you debate in your head whether he plays better with your clit than you’ve done alone in your room, wishing it was him all this time.

He draws circles, slides up and down, writing his name over your clit, fast or slow, he decides. He was just enjoying that touch as much as you did personally.

His hands, that you spent hours watching, are between your thighs playing like you wish was his tongue. Eren rubs himself on your ass, trying to get some friction from the mere contact of your body, he's so hard, his cock twitches in his boxer already. Just thinking about being inside you makes him want to cum so bad.

He's as desperate as you, let’s be honest. He wants himself inside you as much as you're dying to feel his cock deep in your core.

Hearing metallic sounds from what seems like his belt, you close your eyes tight, trying to imagine anything, anywhere else you could be where no one would see you both right now. Within a second after his fingers left your clit, he slips in. Like he’s been waiting for this for ages.

His dick brushes every little part of your cunt, his hands grabbing your waist so hard it starts to burn. The tip of his cock stretches the way in enough for him to fit all in at once.

And surprisingly, it feels so good your eyes roll back and you're already moaning. Even with all the strength you could think of having, it's just so hard to hold back the lewd screams.

Your wetness helps his way in and he slides in and out with so less effort, he smacks his hips on yours, holding your waist tighter than ever to feel all of you.

Eren can’t even think straight, he’s pounding as fast as he can, as hard as he can, the car moves back and forth with his movements, and here you are, moaning and whining under his body for what seems like the best fuck you’ve ever had.

He doesn’t give any of a slight fuck about anything around him, he’s just so focused on the way he slides in and out of your pussy so easily. Sighing in pleasure, he keeps that stupid smirk on his face the whole time, he’s trying so hard to not be loud, muffled and breathy moans come out from his mouth, and the lewd sounds his cock makes, adds to this growing smirk.

Every thrust feels like you’re about to cum, you didn’t even realise you were squeezing him before he giggles in your ear. Your legs trembling from the pleasure and force he puts in his hips, you whine.

"'ren.. mh.. fuck, don’t- stop.."

"don’t worry, i won’t baby, i won’t until you squeeze the shit out of my cock"

Breath hitching and moan escaping in rhythm with every thrust, you’re trying to hold those stupid moans in but they just get out with your breath at how much his cock fills you up so well.

He pounds repeatedly against your hips, fucking your hole like he's been waiting for it for years, he’s so fucking hypnotised by the feeling of your gummy walls squeezing his dick.

He fucks you fast, it almost hurts how deep he is inside you. It doesn’t last long before you’re moaning to let him know you’re at the end of it.

"i-i’m.. gon- mh.. cum 'ren"

He lets out a chuckle, letting you know how desperate and cock drunk you sound. It’s not even been a few minutes and you’re already close to cum. Emptiness hits, and the pounding stops.

Eren suddenly stops, his cock into your cunt not playing with your guts, before your walls would start spasming around him. You were just at the edge of your orgasm but he pulls out as fast as he got in.

"get in the car", he says, walking to the back of the car, hand waving for you to do the same.

It takes you a few seconds to get back on your feet and follow him. So easily, just like this, brain fucked..

Getting in the back, the head rest all the way down, his head thrown back, hair undone falling over his shoulder, he’s there waiting for you. Waiting for you to come and sit on him like a good girl.

At this point you don’t even care if he’s gonna make fun of how desperate you were for his dick, your core feels just so empty.

You get on top of him, hugging him as tight as you can and sit.

"hey hey hey, who said you could sit", he slaps.

The slap makes you flinch, you sit up, holding your ass up while he gets ready. He throws his shirt over his head, and slides down a little on the seat, grabbing your waist.

You'd be lying if you said something else was on your mind at this moment, other than him.

He has you hypnotised and completely drunk on him, his eyes feel heavy as hell on you, and your hands already go for his chest while you're still free for touch.

He grabs your wrists, bringing them to hold his dick. He sighs at the feeling of your soft hands around him, and smiles as he throws his head back again. His gaze glued to yours, keeping an eye on your pretty face. Sliding your hands up and down his wet cock, while you wish it was you going up and down on him again, Eren breathes heavily, holding that unbearable eye contact.

The urge to kiss him is also unbearable, his red lips forming that stupid looking smirk make it so hard to resist from devouring his mouth, but you're too proud to show him how weak you become when it comes to him.

Feeling every vein around his cock tracing your hands under your movements, he curses. Grabbing tightly your thighs as they become red from the violence he was doing to them. Sliding down his length where it stops at his balls and going back up, rubbing circles around the tip already red and ready to paint you. You lean in, placing kisses under his collarbone, although you know it's weak of you but it's so hard to not give in and not taste his skin. He looks so fucking hot like this.

Your eyes following down, watching how his cock never disappears even if you use both hands, debating whether your hands are too small or whether he’s really that big. How did it even fit inside you to begin with ?

He scoffs, watching every little facial expression you make while watching how you’re getting him off.

"’kay enough, now sit", he breathes.

So eager to finally sit on him, you quickly get closer to him and line up over his cock. Grabbing a nice handful of his hair, and when you’re ready you put your arms around his neck and clench your fists when his cock slides right back in. Fuck, it feels just so good..

"good girl"

His voice echoes in your ear it sends shivers down your spine. If only you could just sit on his face for once, maybe he’d stop talking shit with that pretty fucking voice of his while he’s at it.

"fuuck.. Eren!"

After a few minutes of feeling empty, he just feels so big, bigger than when you were pressed on the car back there. It makes your eyes squeeze shut from the stretch again, whining in his ear. You just don’t want this to stop, starting to move your hips back and forth before he stops you.

"hey, shh shh, slow down little one. i’m the one deciding whether you can move or not.

He smirks, searching for your eyes.

you would run away from me minutes ago and now look who’s so impatient to be dumb fucked, huh ?"

You feel so ridiculous, it’s so stupid how you were repeating to yourself how never will you ever fuck anyone in this clan, more so how much you hated Eren and his bratty demeanor, and now look who’s begging him to fuck you deep and nasty. He might just have turned you into a brainless fucking whore.

Before doing anything he yanks you down entirely on his length, canceling any of the small centimeters you didn’t even think about getting inside anymore. You swear it’s about to tickle your stomach if this doesn’t end, and just when you start to adjust, Eren grabs your waist harshly and starts guiding you up and down on his cock, playing with you as he pleases. Once he makes it slow and precise, once he makes it fast and stupidly deep, making the impact echo inside the vehicle. He could finally use you as his personal little fuck toy.

You moan, it feels so fucking wrong but so fucking good at the same time, your eyes cross and it makes him giggle as usual. His eyes still glued to your face, never missing any of your reactions. It feels so good, and he sees it, he feels it by the way you squeeze his arm, how you’re leaving marks on his skin and who even cares, at least he can finally tease you about how much of a whore you can be when you’re around him, on him. Even after all this time refusing, insulting and despising every piece of his crew’s methods.

Your head falls on his shoulder and you can’t help but melt in his arms, letting your collarbone bend, refusing to hold the posture, it’s just too much for your brain to process the feeling there. It’s absolutely not what you were picturing as 'what fucking with Eren' was, you were actually far from there.

It’s fucking deep and hard, and again just when you feel you’re about to lose it, he stops. Earning a whine from you, and your hips trying to move under his strong grip.

"no, no, no, Eren! please!"

“shh, it’s alright, catch your breath kitten, you’re panting."

He says giving you that fake asshole worried look, searching for your eyes again. He slides his hand up in your hair, pulling your head back to have a better view of your mid-conscious face.

He laughs, you look so pathetic and he got what he wanted from you after all this time. He leans in for a small taste of your neck where he kisses and bites your skin. Please not the hickeys. He slowly and slightly brushes your back with his other hand, before he ends up squeezing you close to him.

He bites and kisses up your jaw, your cheek and looks at you again before he pulls in for a kiss on those pretty reddish fucking lips of yours.

“Ohh how many times have I got a boner by just imagining the taste of your lips.. fuck”

Eren sighs, you don’t even bother reacting to his teasings, how many times have you imagined it too..

He uses the firm grip he got on your hair to kiss you and slide his tongue in your mouth, kissing you nice and harsh. You turn into a puppet in his hands, letting him do whatever he pleases with you. He smiles, enjoying that kiss a little too fucking much.

You unconsciously move your hips once, signalling him he’s still inside and you want him. Fuck it, fuck me, that’s what i want.

He stops your moves, unbuttoning that pretty shirt you wear, sliding the tissue of your bra down your tits enough for him to free them. As soon as they pop out, he’s on it. Pinching and rubbing circles around your nipple while the other is harassed by his mouth. He bites, licks and kisses the edge of your nipples, making you jolt and tighten around his cock when it gets too good.

He has you firm between his arms, leaving you no escape from his sweet torture, finally moving your hips over him. His lips bullying your tits like he has been craving for it over ages again.

The grip he has on your waist, leads him to search that perfect spot inside you, forcing his cock deep inside your cunt. Your hips move back and forth over his shaft and while he sucks on your tits, here it is.

"ah! fuck!"

Eren shots his head up to look right into your eyes.

"yeah ? right there ?"

"yeah..", you sigh.

"right there huh ?"

You frantically nod in response.. yeah, it’s the spot and be ready for him to memorize it, for.. ulterior purposes. He hits his hips up and down using every motion, possibility and strength he has to reach that g-spot over and over until you cum.

Your pornographic moans feeding his soul right next to his ear, it feels like your mind is going blank at how his rubbing on that spot so well.

"a-ah..ngh! Er-!"

"yeah ? right there ? gonna cum f’me, yeah ?

be a good girl and cum on my cock.

c’mon big girl."

You fall forward, losing your strength of holding your back straight again, it’s almost hilarious how you seem so blank and manipulated by him. Yeah, you hate him, but how long can you last before you lose your mind and feel addicted to the feeling of this cunt harassment ? How long can you last, bouncing on his dick so desperate, before you admit you spend hours fucking your pillows at night while moaning his name under your breath ?

His perfume gets right up to your brain as he gets faster and faster, punching that fucking spot inside you with the pinkish tip you were rubbing just minutes ago.

He fucks you deep, bullying your walls with his veins and mushroom tip, he wants to cum inside you so bad, so so bad.

The orgasm grows inside you more and more, and Eren knows. He repeats sweet dirty things in your ears while you feel like you’re gonna cum any time soon.

"yeah, see how we fuck pretty fucking whores like you, mmh ?

i’m gonna fill you up so well, you better not waste a single drop of my precious cum, 'derstand ?

fuck.. this feels good, mmh ? show me how it feels, let me hear it."

He’s just so fucking loud for fucks sake.

"shut- up, oh my- god.. don’t s-top.."

"beg.", he stops

"fuck.. pl-ease Eren, don’t s-top.. pl-uhh"

"that’s right, good girl."

Why does he even love that pet name so much ? He can’t stop now anyway. He’s too pussy drunk too to actually think about stopping his movements. He fucks his dick in and out of you at an inhuman pace at this point. He just wants to cum too at the end.

Before he even has the time to fuck you a little bit more into your orgasm, you moan loud enough to make everyone around the car know you both are fucking, as he lets out a moan too.

He moans, airy or low toned, he does as it comes out, he feels even better, not that you weren’t already tight enough for him to risk cumming from the first pull but the way your walls spasm around him tickles the veins and tip of his cock so well.

Eren is so close to cum, everything feels so right from the way you sit and bounce on his cock like a good little whore, to the way you moan his name as loud as you used to yell how much of a piece of shit he is.

"Eren.. please"

"just a little more, kitten.."

Few thirst left and he’s spilling his cum inside you, making it drip down your thighs, mixing with your cum following close after him. A bunch of loads, feeling up the entirety of your core and he just can’t stop fucking his semen back inside you.

"we’re not gonna waste any drop, yeah ?

who’s fault is it gonna be if you end up making the back seats dirty, mmh my little prisoner ?"

Quick enough he slows down his thirsts and gets his breath back. Hands all over you, helping your head up, catching your gaze through the mist of your teary eyes. He tugs your hair back behind your ear. He giggles, seeing how fucked out you look. You really do look wasted, and yet not even a drop of alcohol or drug was spilled in your blood, only his cum.

He presses a kiss on your lips.

"let’s get back on road, babe, I have to drop you off before they start wondering where you’re at."

He lifts you up from his cock after a minute of recovering, letting you drop off on the seat next to him. It takes you a few second before you finally get up and come back to your senses.

He hands you your pantie, tugged in the back pocket of his jeans, and you quickly put it back on.

Everything is so weird to talk casually when you get back on road. He stays silent for once and his eyes swings between you and the road more often. Eren is mostly just so proud he proved you wrong about you hating him, you’re down bad, you daydream about him nonstop and now you can’t even try to lie to him anymore. It’d be pointless. Now you’re his anyway, all for him to use.

He knows how he makes you feel on a daily basis, he knows so well all your eye rolls are to hide the fact that he makes you feel giggly. He knows how all the mean words you say to him sound like a ‘fuck me, i’m begging you’. He knows you too well now.

Now all you’re wondering is how you're gonna make it through the night, sleeping or replaying that fuck scene over and over in your head until you find something to hate him about again.

Leaving his car when he’s parked in front of the mansion, you stay quiet all the way to your room door where he escorts you.

You both barely talk a word, only a small good night and an awkward eye contact, his eyes staring right back at you with a small smirk again.

Eren huffs when you close the door, turning around to join his own room soon enough.

"i might be an asshole sometimes and she might be stubborn as fuck but.. damn she moaned my name louder than i expected her to", he scoffs.

He's such an asshole.

well.. that’s a bit more like it.

yeah, i know that’s a lot of f word uses oopsies

im so unsure abt this one, mc was supposed to be kidnapped at first and still able to go to school thats why she wanted to escape but.. whatever i guess we still like his pretty fucker ass.

anyway, hope you like it [:

(i tried to rewrite some parts so dont mind if theres a problem somewhere loll)

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fluff, kento nanami x reader

Thinking about how Nanami would love you so much, he spends hours watching you walk around the house, in absolute awe.

“what are you searching for, darling ?”

Always making sure you’re not upset about anything, he’d help you out finding whatever you’re looking for and when you give up, he’d offer you something else to see a smile on your face.

“should we go out and buy a new one, love ?”

Nanami is so wheeling to please you and make you happy. Even though he might be busy with work sometimes, he always tries to find a moment for you during his free time, and never fails to make it special.

He has so much to give you, and he enjoys a lot to see your eyes light up and hear your pretty giggles when he surprises you with some flowers when he gets back from work. Small attentions are everyday in your mutual life, again he loves you so much.

He keeps a picture of you in his wallet, pictures you took together are placed on furnitures around the house, including in your room next to the bed.

He’s down bad and while he’d always reject calls from his colleague, on the other hand he could listen to you for hours, never losing the slightest detail of your story.

He’s all ears on you and you know how focused he is on what you say when later he asks you or remembers things you said. No matter how many times it was before, days, months, or even years. He always remembers, and it never fails to make you flustered, and he loves it.

Nanami loves physical affection too. Kisses on your head, on your hands or shoulders when you cook together. He loves to touch you, having his hands on your waist, holding your hands or brushing his hands through your hair while you fall asleep on top of him.

He loves to watch you put your make up on, dressing up or listening to your sweet voice mumbling a song while you shower. He’d help you set up a bath, or he’d brush your hair and zip your dresses up, he’d tie your shoes in the middle of the street, hand you a tie or hold your hair himself when you eat. He holds you by your waist close to him when too many people are on the streets, he covers your legs with his vest when you sit in a dress during a date and kisses your lips when weird guys are looking at you.

Nanami loves to let you know you’re precious to his eyes, he wants you to feel confident, to feel loved and pretty, he wants you to know he loves you more than anyone could.

“you’re pretty, princess”

“i love you”

i might add to this since it’s a first thought post. btw sorry for the typo or else if there are, i didn’t re-read this.

anyway, hope you enjoy(ed) bye bye =] <33’

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a short one for sakusa kiyoomi ♡

fluff, sakusa kiyoomi x reader ~ 800 words

Usual dates be like, you’re going out with your boyfriend (or not yet one, you get me) and then everything’s romantic.

Holding hands, kissing, hugging, sharing things like snacks. I guess this is normal, right ?

But here’s the thing.. what if your boyfriend is slightly germophobic ?

Sakusa really tries though, but holding hands more than some seconds is hard. Kissing has never been one of his favorite thing either.

Dates ? Oof..

"no love, I prefer we go out on another day.. there seems to be.. a lot of people outside.."

Crowded places definitely aren’t his thing..

But you two do have dates though, that’s for sure. Not everyday of the week but you do, and they’re the best moments.

Sakusa tries to make things unforgettable for you from the beginning of you two. He really is adorable, also a little perfectionist, we must admit.

He gives you all his attention, looks at your gestures and listens to everything you’re saying. Even the 'one thought' things are heard, he never skips any of your words.

He loves it when you get shy from how fast his responding while you were just thinking out loud. He easily gets you flustered.

His eyes tell you everything about what he’s feeling, they’re just too expressive. Sakusa usually got his mask on or just tends to not smile that much, and expressing his feelings are hard for him.

But he loves you with all his being, you’re special to him, and you know it by the way his eyes always wander around your features.

He’s so down bad for you, but anyway-

That very special day was when you two went to this fancy place. You wanted to have a nice little cake for the afternoon walk, and Sakusa got your back again.

You two were walking, and looking around to find some place to pull Sakusa into and sit for a good little 'recovery'.

Suddenly, Sakusa takes out a hand from his pocket and tugs at your sleeve.

"this one, it looks clean and empty"

It doesn’t look only clean and empty actually.. but let’s say that’s what he saw first ?

It was actually pretty, the facade was black and the inside was classy and pretty much cozy.

Taking out a tissue, he opened the door and you were hit by a smell of coffee and.. and soap ? But it smelled good.

You two got to a table, things were done like they should and here you were waiting for your order while talking about the leaves decoration.

Sakusa preferred to look at you, knowing well he would feel things going up his spine if he began to think about whatever could hide between the leaves.

"can i take a picture of you?"

He asks, while you nod. He does as said and stares at the photo. 'you look pretty' that’s what it meant.

He cleans the little spoon you were about to eat with, with another tissue and then you two eat your cakes together.

He takes a bite, you too. Another one, and then you think.. why not?

"can i have a bite of yours, please?"

"mine?"

"yes, i want to taste how yours is"

"..okay"

Then he cuts a small part with his spoon and goes to put it on your plate. But nope, you gently grab his wrist and lead it to your mouth.

His eyes widen for a second, he slightly gasps as if he wanted to say something.. and then he tighten his lips and looks back at his cake.

The poker faced man has finally been defeated. It seems he stopped breathing for a split second, before his cheeks got pink.

He’s so stressed about whatever just happened. In a good way though, he’s just.. not used to this.

Your small giggle gets him out of his blank moment.

"how is it?"

"it tastes sweet"

And this was the beginning of a bunch of event that helped him out with his phobia, at least a little with you.

He isn’t confortable with everything yet, but kissing you more than before is something he feels more confortable doing.

He loves how your lips always taste sweet and soft, it never fails to make him blush. He sometimes smiles when the kiss gets a little longer than usual.

It just tickles. Tickles his sweet heart and brain.

And, every morning he stares at the post-its he leaves you on the fridge before he goes training.

The words that describe his feelings. Words that he never manages to tell you face-to-face.

His favorite ones has been..

"All I want is you with me, today, tomorrow, and every day until we both give our last breath away"

"Words can’t describe how I feel for you"

And.. "i love you"

hope you liked it.

anyway, bye bye (=

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suguru getō x reader ♡ ~ 210 words

Going on a coffee meeting with your boyfriend Suguru and your boy 'best friend', was more or less a good idea, you thought.

Having a conversation with your best friend about things; laughing, smiling and giving all your attention to him.

"Hahaha, yes! This is so cool, I wish you could teach me how to do that!"

Keeping his lovely smile on his face, Suguru is just so hypnotized by your facial expressions.

He loves hearing your voice, your laugh and watch every little move you make. Even the little breath you take in is hypnotizing.

"Wait here, i’m just going to wash my hands, I’ll be quick"

But this man.. who makes you smile and laugh.. who holds eye contact with you and watches you with a big smile on his face and sparkles in his eyes.

..is clearly delusional.

Suguru waits until you’re gone to the washrooms before he looks at your friend with his signature 'full of kindness smile'.

"What’s up ?"

Your friend asks, innocent.

"I'm just thinking about how much I want every single organ inside you to rot"

Your friend awkwardly looked away, and everyone knows Suguru never stopped smiling this whole time.

Maybe next time you’ll make better choices for who you’re inviting?..

a short one that crossed my mind.

(art is from @ xxgojoxx on twt)

anyway, bye bye (=

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