empathicliar

[empathicliar]

yeah this takes the cake for the best connie fic i swearrr

punishment ! c.springer

being bothersome always gets you what you want, but sometimes you can get a bit too much of what you want. connie x brat!reader (request)

warnings: smut! choking, mild aggression (during the yk), no protection (always use!), very mild degrading, cursing, cries of pleasure, slight overstimulation, lengthy!

mdni.

you were such a hassle.

connie knew that.

if you didn't get what you wanted, when you wanted, you'd totally shut down, and right now, your boyfriend was all you wanted.

you had your boyfriend all day every day. all the time, basically.

but gosh, you just wanted him extra. you missed him. you just wanted him to be home with you. he was out with his friends at the moment, and as soon as he came home, yeah, you can have him all to yourself.

but you hateeee when he goes out.

'connie'

'baby'

'I miss you'

'you dont even have to be with your hbs... you see em all the time.'

'I know you see my messages.'

constantly texting his phone. he was your boyfriend, and you missed him. you trust him not to be out doing shit he had no business, but you didn't care about that.

'ima be home soon mama'

'be patient'

'but I miss you tf'

'hello?'

you laid across your bed in nothing but pink panties and a spaghetti strap that hugged your body perfectly, and no bra. low music played in the background, which you played to distract you from your boyfriend being gone.

he only left about three hours ago, and you didn't blame him... no. you'd be out longer than him. but shit.

sometimes you just got extra clingy.

'you know I dont like your friends.'

'I know baby lol'

he wasn't giving you enough, so you pressed the call button.

no answer.

you squinted, pressing it again, and finally hearing connie with faint music in the background.

you pressed the FaceTime option, holding the camera to where you could see your face, and your perfectly visible cleavage, sitting nicely in the camera.

you stared at connie as you saw him walk around of the house he was in, looking down at the camera as he made his way outside.

"bae, I told you ima be at home soon. why you keep blowing my shit up?"

"cus I miss you, dont you miss me?"

connie stared at you in the camera, glancing up and away from It before biting his lip, looking back down. "you know I do."

a smile crept onto your face. "so come home."

connie rubbed his forehead, inhaling and exhaling. "cmon baby... you get to have me all night, every single day. I cant hang wit my homeboys for a night?"

one side of your upper lip raised and you rolled your eyes, sighing.

connie already knew you'd get an attitude, but when don't you have one? in this case, at least.

"fuck, y/n." he felt himself getting slight irritated. he was having fun.

then again... coming home to you earlier than planned didn't seem like such a bad idea.

he sighed again.

you already knew his answer. "you know what? stay out." you hung up and put your phone on do not disturb, swiping off of the messages. you swiped down to your Lock Screen, watching as Connies messages came in.

'you know how much u piss me off sometimes?'

'like u dtm, but you know that'

'ima be home soon ma, calm ts down'

you swiped to the side, going straight to your camera, and hopping up from the bed. if he didn't wanna come home to perfection, you'd just have to show him what he was missing.

you went to the bathroom, and looked at yourself in the mirror.

"do I want... to put shorts on?"

hmm... no.

you held your phone, posing cutely in your big mirror, getting your best angle.

right when you found your favorite picture, you went straight to instagram and on your story.

only adding a simple red heart, and pressing the post button.

with a small smile, you walked back into your shared bedroom and laid across the bed, lazily scrolling on social media.

you constantly swiped down to your lock screen, checking your notifications for your likes. through out all the likes and replies you received, all the heart eyes, none of them were your boyfriend.

"fuck nigga." you mumbled to yourself, rolling your eyes.

another hour of temptation to text him, to keep spamming him, passed. still no sound of the door opening, no reply or like.

you got the genius thought to check your story views, knowing he's normally at the top. but again, nothing.

now, you started to really get irritated. and another hour passed. you'd already given up on checking anything from connie.

but, without thinking, you swiped to your lock screen to check the time.

3 missed calls.

5 new messages, 30 mins ago.

yep, your heart was in your fat ass.

hesitantly pressing Connies contact name, you read through the messages, your heart speeding up.

'wtf yo problem is?'

'delete ts you literally in yo fuckin panties.'

'answer the phone'

'why you playin?'

'nvm dont worry bout it lmfao 😂'

before you could even start typing, and telling him how you'd take it down, you heard the knob to the front door, instantly making you sit up in bed and look towards the closed door of your bedroom.

you heard his keys hit the kitchen table and heard his footsteps on the stairs, slowly coming toward the door.

quickly throwing your phone to the end of the bed, you grabbed the remote and turned the tv up, pretending you were busy watching it. you didn't know if he'd believe you didn't see your phone, but you know connie knew you better than you knew yourself.

hearing him stop at the door, then after a few seconds come in silently, only made your heart start to race more.

but you thought about it. he went all night, lying like he'd be home soon. he had no reason to be mad.

when connie made his way in the room, he took his shoes off by the door, and pulled off his hoodie, going straight to the bathroom.

you only looked his way when the door was finally closed.

he was showering, totally forgot about what you posted... you think.

you grabbed your phone and quickly deleted the picture off of your story, tossing it back to the end of the bed.

minutes passed, and connie walked out of the steamy bathroom, cutting the light off behind him in only shorts, and no shirt. his body was shiny, sweaty you were guessing, and it made him look so good.

but that was the last of your worries right now.

completely ignoring the fact that you were "watching tv", he cut his game on, grabbing his controller, and picking through which game he wanted to play.

"you aint see me watching tv?" you frowned at him, tilting your head as his back faced you.

he didn't reply.

you smacked your lips. "you so..." you only shook your head and grabbed your phone. connie glanced back at you with a completely straight face.

basically telling you to shut the fuck up without actually saying anything.

and you cant lie... you did just that. but your patience grew thin. you didn't practically beg for your boyfriend to come home just to be neglected by him.

for what, so that he could play a stupid game with the same people he literally just saw?

hell no.

but, you stayed quiet, letting another hour pass by.

12:36AM.

you sat criss crossed in the middle of the bed, on your phone. every now and then glancing up whenever you heard connies small curses under his breath, or whenever you heard him groan, or look at the ceiling.

looking up at the tv, he was playing one of the games he hated the most, because he'd always lose. even you knew that.

why the fuck is he playing a game he never beats.

that's when connie paused the game on the main screen, and tossed the controller on the small table underneath your tv.

staring at the back of his head, you waited, just to see his next move.

he just stared at the wall before reaching back to grab his phone, turning his body to the side with the action. your eyes quickly drifted back down to your own phone, not even wanting to piss him off.

he huffed, checking the time on his phone and putting it back down.

his eyes made their way to you. you only sat there, not daring to look at him. but the longer he stared, made you finally look at him.

his face was completely emotionless.

'fuck.' you thought to yourself.

your mind instantly went in defensive mode. "you were out all night, and I missed you. so you can get over that shit." you mumbled the last part, but connie could hear it perfectly.

"you aint see yo phone?"

"connie, you-"

"did you. or did you not. see your phone?"

you just stared at him, before slowly rolling your eyes. connie could feel his nerves being poked at.

that's when he got on the bed, fully. snatching your phone from your hand, and grabbing your jaw.

"you piss me off more than anybody. you know that shit?" he scanned your face, and you just looked to the side. "look at me."

you looked into Connies eyes.

"you know that?"

biting your lip nervously, you slowly nodded.

Connies eyes lowered at you, as he pushed you back on the bed, licking the inside of his cheek. he grabbed your legs, pushing them apart.

his gaze trailed down between your legs, seeing that you were already turned on, and your panties were already damp.

"this all you wanted." connie looked at you like you were just pathetic, but in his mind, he was just sick of your shit. but damn, he missed you tonight more than anything.

with one of his hands under your leg, right behind your knee, and another on your waist, he moved it down to your clit, right over your panties.

putting a soft amount of pressure, it made you inhale and bite your lip, moving your hips against his thumb.

but when you saw him look up at you, his face said 'stop.'

you furrowed your eyebrows, giving him a face of pleases and sorries. "connieee... I just missed you..." you looked into his eyes, reaching down to tug at his waist band. "I deleted the picture..."

connie bit his cheek, his eyes moving down to your hand as you pulled him closer to you by his hips.

you could easy see his boner through his basketball shorts, but he wasn't going for it, so he looked from your hands to your face, still biting his cheek, breathing so heavy you could hear it.

he just watched you struggle, and you hated it.

you were so needy for him.

he moved your hand and moved back, sitting normally on the end of the bed.

you quickly shook your head. "baby, come onnn" you whined, crawling back over to him, starting to kiss on his neck.

connie would be lying if he said he wasn't getting more and more turned on by your actions. his face was so damn good as hiding it, but his dick told you different.

"please?" you tilted your head at him, grabbing his hand and moving it down back between your legs.

an amused, but still denying look came across his face as he looked you up and down. you moved his hand to your breast, hoping he'd give in.

he only sighed, legs spread. he slowly looked down at his boner, and back up at you. he stared right into your eyes, he knew the exact apology he'd take. and you did too.

you, still beside him, got on your hands and knees on the bed, arch perfectly in view for your boyfriend.

he watched at you reached in his pants, pulling them down a little, and taking him in your hand. you looked at him once again, before finally leaning down and softly licking him tip, making his dick jump a little.

you slowly lowered your mouth around the tip, sucking softly. connie let out a low groan, biting his lip and grabbing your hair, pushing you lower.

"go low." was the only thing he muttered.

feeling yourself start to gag, you did exactly what he said, letting connie lean back on his hands, staring down at you.

why did you have to be so damn pretty, but such a fuckin problem?

your eyes started to water as you bobbed your head, connie moving his hand to your hips and up your back.

he slowly started thrusting against your throat, letting out a shaky breath. "fuck..." he whispered, grabbing your hair and pulling your head up.

his hand moved to your neck, putting more pressure on it than usual, and pulling you in for a kiss. his kisses were so aggressive, and feeling his soft tongue on yours just made you even more desperate.

letting go of your throat and gripping your jaw, he looked into your eyes again. "I cant stand the fuckin stupid shit you do."

a tear dripping from your eye from the pressure on your throat, you smiled softly. "I know."

connie slowly shook his head, getting off the bed and standing in front of you, you were about to lay on your back, but connie flipped you on your stomach.

"hell naw" he muttered, grabbing your hips and lifting you to your knees, aggressively pulling your panties down and pushing your back down into an arch.

"wait, wait-" before you could even protest about having to get adjusted to his size, because honestly, connie had a big dick, you felt him quickly thrust into you, making you instantly grip the sheets.

"fuck! con!" you reached back, but that only made things worse, you should've known.

he stretched you out, and he loved the way you fluttered around him, whether it was due to pain or pleasure. he didn't really care either.

you tried to pull yourself away as his thrusts got quicker and harder, biting your lip, probably to the point of bleeding, "connieee!"

"fuck you goin?" he breathed out, pulling you back toward him by your hips, only to go deeper.

"fu..ck... im- im sorry pa.." you whined. feeling him deep in your stomach almost, the only thing you could do was apologize.

"huh?" connie frowned, reaching up to grab your neck. and fuck, it only made you arch even more.

"mmh... yo shit too tight..." connie leaned forward, slowing down and grabbing your chin with his hand. he pulled your head back, slowly thrusting deeper into you.

"you missed me? huh? or you missed getting fucked?" connie wrapped his other arm around your stomach.

"too.. deep.. connie please" you moaned, your eyes rolling to the back of your head.

"please, what? stop fuckin you like this?"

you nodded slowly, and with that, connie pulled out, taking your panties from around your ankles and tossing them to the side.

he rolled you over to your back, leaning down towards you again. all of a sudden, you felt yourself falling into another deep wave of pleasure. "fuck!" you moaned out, pushing against Connies hips.

he only pulled you closer to him again, just to fuck you deeper, and the arches out of shock weren't helping.

"come on, you been takin me like a champ all these other nights, what's different?" he looked down, watching you throb around him, completely hypnotized by you.

and he hadn't smiled during any of this yet. that's what was different.

this was pure frustration and punishment. you knew you would get it, but not like this.

"connie... I cant-" you couldn't even finish your sentence before he sharply thrusted into you again, after all those deep, slow strokes.

he was driving you crazy.

"cant what? you cant take it?" he finally looked at your face.

"look at me when I fuck you, y/n."

you practically had to peel your eyes open, them rolling back every deep stroke. connie slowly shook his head at you, as tear drops trailed down your cheeks, and sniffle sounds came from your nose and mouth.

"my baby..." he grabbed your cheek, watching as you held his wrist tightly, soft whimpers and moans leaving your mouth with every thrust.

he wiped your tears, leaning over and kissing you, softly biting your lip as he pulled away, just to look at you again.

your eyes were pink and glossy, but you loved every minute of this.

"hold me." he mumbled.

and you did just that, wrapping your arms around his neck tightly. "I love you..." you whispered. connie hummed lowly, using his hand to open your legs wider and move it to your clit, rubbing in quick circles and quickening his thrusting pace.

you started to let out soft, quick and choppy moans. "slow... slowww..." you whined, letting connie go and gripping the sheets beside your head.

connie bit his lip, frowning and looking at you, shaking his head.

"p-please" you whispered, twitching as connie fucked you through your orgasm. you went completely silent, your legs shaking and your body twitching, before letting out a loud gasp and crying out your last moan.

still going, connie purposely made you feel every bit of your orgasm, licking his lips and staring at you deeply before pulling out and grabbing his dick, softly rubbing his tip on your clit, feeling it twitch against him.

"look atchu. begging me to come home and cant even take dick right." connie fixed his self, watching you as you laid there, legs still open.

what could you even say?

connie softly grabbed your face, squishing it slowly shaking it side to side, "stop allat whining. im done." he chuckled, leaning down to kiss you one more time and patting your breast twice.

he walked over to sit on the end of the bed again, grabbing the controller, not even bothering to clean you up or wash his hands.

"and I love you too."

clearly.

[empathicliar]

eren is the definition of a go-getter!

imagine it's late at night, footy socks and cartoon designed pajamas kind of late. eren just got home from work, hairs standing up from its usual tamed state, clothes battered with car oils and brown rustic polishes. - hands still stained with the black oil that doesn't want to come off with the shop's cheap hand soap.

he’s tired, it's obvious. but he lights up seeing you all calm and bundled up in that expensive comforter, safe. he’s prideful in that, keeping you at home while he makes the money. he’s keeping you safe. 

you gasp all excited to see him, always in a frenzy when he enters the bedroom looking all manly and tough. “ babyyy, ’miss you so much!. “ you pout all whiney like, always making it hard for him to just come home and take a nap or at least rest.

slithering poisonous hands wrapped around his neck tightly, almost strangling him to show your appreciation is always a must. it's the least he deserves and it's the very thing that keeps you in this position. hands caged behind your back, knees to your chest while he's putting in work and not in the workplace.

“ come on baby, push that ass back. “ you listen, you always listen. bouncing back on his healthy tip just to sink lower than ever. shared moans fall ever so beautifully, curses fly like cranes and he’s so close to saying fuck it and giving you a little mini.

“ you want that, right? “ he keens, sinking all the way into your wet cunt. laying on your back to make sure you hear him, and only him. “ you want me to fill you up baby doll? “ deep voice all up in your ear, only fueling that knotting feeling in your gut. 

“ fuckkk yes daddy, m’need it. “ going stupid, grinding to get it out of him. he smirks proudly at his creation, placing his large, veiny hands on your back as a stand and then he’s back to pushing against your cervix, whimpering so softly into the air he’s surprised you hear it and clench, forcing that knot to break and twist up in your gut.

he’s so infatuated on getting you off, it ultimately gets him there every time. hands gripping tightly on your sides, sweat falling down his face as the only thing that comes to mind is making you a mommy. >~< 

he empties inside of you and gives your ass one last slap, stilling entirely and peppering kisses on that moonlit caramel skin.

[empathicliar]

Bouncing on Toji’s cock even while he’s overstimulated <3 ddlg reader

His head’s tilted back, hairline freshly damp with sweat, his chest heaving with every deep breath as he grips the arms of the chair hard enough to splinter the wood. He already came. Gosh, he already came—stuffed you so full the first time you felt it spill out before you even stopped grinding.

And yet, here you are. Still bouncing on his poor cock. All messy and filthy and giggling softly with your hands braced on his broad shoulders, your thighs trembling but still determined as you use his cock like your own little toy because fuck it feels so good stuffing you up.

“Darling” he groans, voice hoarse and edged with warning. His fingers twitch, aching to hold your hips still, but he doesn't—he can’t.

Not when his sweet girl is looking down at him all bright-eyed and pouty like that, acting like it's his fault for being so big, so deep, such a perfect fit for your cunt that he carved out perfectly after months and months of sex—just for him. His plump tip is twitching and leaky as it punches your g-spot over and over.

“You said you were done,” you murmur through a sugary whine, lips brushing the corner of his jaw as you bounce again—a little slower this time like you're savoring it. “So why's your cock still hard, huh?”

He swears under his breath, eyes fluttering shut as his hips jerk up without his permission. “You don't know what you're doing” he rasps, his jaw tight as he looks at you with half-lidded eyes. “I'm too fucking old for this shit—‘m sensitive, baby, fuck—“

But your little giggle is wicked now, dragging your fingers down his big sweaty, chest, tracing the muscles that flex under your touch like you're testing just how far you can push him. “Then why does it keep twitching inside my cunnie?” you whisper sweetly. “Feels like it wants to cum again”.

Toji growls, real deep in his throat, bucking up into you with a desperate snap of his hips that makes you gasp. You weren't ready for that one—not so deep, not so mean—it caught you off guard. You stutter a breath, hands scrambling for his chest again as he grabs your hips hard, holding you still forcefully.

“You're gonna fucking break me,” he mutters through clenched teeth, watching the way your pretty mouth falls open, eyes wide as he holds you there, impaled on his fat throbbing cock, stuffed full of the last load still leaking around the base.

You roll your hips in tight circles, whining pathetically. “Daddy…it's leaking out”

“Yeah? That what you wanted?” he pants, fucking up into you deep and slow— dragging his cock against the swollen mess inside your cunt, making sure to stuff his cock all the way to the hilt so your pube hairs grind against each other’s “Greedy fucking baby, so full and still not satisfied”.

Your legs are shaking, and your voice cracks when you try to sass him back, but it's nothing but a breathy moan. “Wanna... wanna feel you again,” you whisper. “Need it, daddy—need you to fill me again, even if it hurts!”

He snarls something feral under his breath, hands gripping your thighs to bounce you harder now with his sheer strength, ignoring his own overstimulation just to ruin you. “Fuckfuckfuuuck, You're gonna be the death—hah!—of me, kiddo,” he moans. “But if you want it so bad—fine. I'll fucking give it to you”.

And he does.

Even if his legs are cramping and he's seeing stars from how sensitive he is. Even if he cums again with a strangled grunt, filling you a second time while your nails rake down his chest and you sob into his neck, overwhelmed and stuffed to the brim.

Because you wanted it.

And he always gives his baby what she wants.

[empathicliar]

choso's breeding tendencies... (unprotected sex, breeding duhhh, overstimulation)

choso feels that he's about to die in your pussy. "baby," he twitches against your cervix, black locks messy and unruly down his back. your cunt spasms around his cock and "baby, baby, stop clenching... i'm not gonna last..." he whispers, balls pressed up into your ass.

gosh he's dying. your pussy is so tight, and warm. now that he's truly felt you from the inside, raw, he can't even fathom ever wearing a condom again. "cho... move" your plead snaps him back, "hold on baby... i don't wanna cum yet," he clenches his eyes shut, wishing hard to stop his dick from twitching inside you.

"mmm, why not?" your ankle that wrapped around his neck slowly traces downwards, his obliques, his hip, then his ass. you lock your ankles around him, "don't you wanna fill me up?"

choso is going to die and it's your fault. he hasn't realised it yet but his hips already began snapping against yours, sounds of skin slapping echo the room: plap plap plap. hoarse moans rumble from your throat from his sudden movements, his tip kissing your g-spot over and over again. choso pulls his entire cock out until just the tip is left inside, before slamming back inside you, "doll, didn't i tell you to stop talking out of your pussy?" he kisses your neck, sucking bruises into your skin that your co-workers will no doubt see tomorrow, "you're gonna regret it."

the way his hip snaps against your ass becomes more sporadic, chaotic. until he just shoves and shoves his dick deeper without pulling out at all. "i'm gonna cum so deep inside you until you're leaking out of every hole." his fingers shift towards your clit, rubbing small circles until you vibrate with overstimulation, "you're gonna be a good cum dump who's gonna take everything i give you," he whispers, your eyes are rolling back, the inevitable umpteenth orgasm creeping up your spine, he bites your lip, "i'm gonna breed you until it takes. until my seed makes you a mother."

at his word, your hips gyrate upwards, shaking as your body is sent into overdrive, while he sprays his white warmth inside you, filling up every crevice. nothing leaks out as choso pushes you upwards, into a mating press. he laughs.

"so... how many kids do you want?"

[empathicliar]

making up with heian era sukuna after an argument.

The palace bowed to Ryomen Sukuna in fear. But in the inner sanctum beneath the soft canopy of crimson drapes and perfumed air, he bowed only to you.

His favorite. His woman. The others called her concubine. He never did. To him, she was more. His queen without a crown.

You were waiting for him when he entered, seated by the window, moonlight kissing bare skin peeking from your silk robe. You rose slowly, graceful as a dream, and he watched you like he always did. You are the only thing in this cursed world worth worshiping.

“Sukuna,” you greeted, voice soft, but never timid. You two had just finished having a silly argument. You had grown jealous of another concubine. What a foolish move indeed. Your mouth got the better of you before you even realized to think that he was just using her for her intelligence in the neighbouring kingdom.

He didn’t speak. Just closed the distance in three strides, one hand cupping the back of your neck, the other slipping around your waist. He kissed you, slow, consuming, lips brushing like a prayer before he deepened it. You melted into him with a sigh, hands resting on his chest, feeling the weight of power and restraint in his body.

He could break you. But he never would.

He carried you to the bed and laid you down as if you were porcelain. Only then did he speak, voice low, reverent.

“You waited for me.”

“I always do.”

You reached for him and he let you untie his robe, let your fingers glide over inked skin and old scars. You touched him like a man, not a god, and that was why he gave you all of him. “Your patience is a virtue i admire the most. What a fool I am.”

He took his time tonight. Sukuna was not a patient man—but with you, he savored.

He kissed down your throat, traced the line of your breasts with his tongue, paused to mouth at the soft skin of her inner thighs. You writhed beneath him, panting, pleading, but he only chuckled, low and dark.

“Beautiful thing. What do you want?”

“You. All of you.”

You didn’t have to ask twice.

He entered your with a slow thrust, groaning as your body welcomed him in. You gasped, fingers curling in the sheets, overwhelmed by the stretch and the heat of him inside you.

Sukuna held your face, kissed you again as he began to move—deep, deliberate, rolling his hips in long strokes meant to drive you mad. He watched you fall apart, drank in every flutter of your lashes, every moan, every desperate whisper of his name.

“You were made for me,” he breathed against your lips. “No one else will ever touch you.”

“No one else could,” she whispered, hips meeting his with growing urgency.

Their bodies moved in perfect rhythm, sweat slicking their skin, hearts thundering in sync. When you came—shaking, gasping—he didn’t stop. He cradled you close, kissed the tears from your cheeks, and fucked you through the aftershocks like he was carving his name into your soul.

When he finally followed you, spilling inside you with a low growl of satisfaction, he stayed buried deep, holding you tightly as if the world might try to steal you away.

“you were jealous.” he said with a tease.

“no, just angry.”

Later, in the silence, your head rested on his chest, listening to the beat of a heart few believed he still had.

He ran a hand through your hair, gently, and murmured the words he never said to anyone else:

“You belong beside me. Not beneath me.”

You smiled, eyes fluttering shut. “But if I were to be your wife, no other nobles would think highly of you.”

His eyes flickered, the unspoken storm of politics, war, and ancient rules behind them but they softened when he looked at you.

“You’ve slept in my bed. Bled beneath my hands. Carried me in your body and in your eyes. And they still dare call you less.”

“You already are my wife,” he said. “Let the world catch up.”

[empathicliar]

eren loves pussy. nothing more or nothing less. he loves looking at pussy, sliding his fingers through the folds to feel just how much his efforts have paid off. he loves kissing pussy. something about his lips touching everything puffy and sensitive has him grinding into the sheets, almost dragging an orgasm out of himself.

but most of all, eren yeager loves eating pussy. he loves massaging his long tongue onto your clit, flicking that muscle just enough for those gaspy moans to fall and a smirk he refuses to hide upturns on his lips. he loves holding you in place and watching your body fully submit to his. 

he absolutely adores the way you push him down when you get desperate and it feels almost impossible not to ride his face from below. he takes pride in making you feel good, so when it comes to you showing off some new panties you’d ordered from victoria's secret and that pussy print just keeps nagging at him, he’s losing it inside and out.

you pop the string on the side of your curvy hip and frown. “ i don't think i like the pink. “ you pout with doubt, assuming your husband would agree until that mirror is hogged with his body. 

head cocked beyond degrees and he’s just staring, eyes flushed over with hunger that can't be disdained by food. he’s craving you in every way it almost feels wrong for him to rub your body innocently.

 and now, he’s goneeee.

which isn't surprising considering he’s been eating your pussy through the seams of wink pinkie underwear for ten minutes, uttering “ too pretty to take off yet.” whenever you pleaded for more. those almond colored locks gained nothing but tugs the whole time he teased your body, spit on the mattress from his lack of morals. his chin wet with his own fluid and your arousal that kept pouring.

that lace rubs and nips and sometimes hurts a little too fucking good when eren pushes his head into your cunt, face almost completely covered from how tight your thighs hold him in. it's like he's proving a point down there, that he doesn't have to do much to get you off, that one flick can send you overboard, wanting more. -  that you may be easy when it comes to him.

and when you're too high off of pleasure to think, he can get you to admit that every. single. time.

[empathicliar]

E A G L E S DICKHEADDDDD🦅🦅🦅🦅🦅🦅🦅🦅

[empathicliar]

⠀ ⠀⠀⠀⠀ ⠀⠀𝘬𝘦𝘦𝘱 𝘪𝘵 𝘰𝘯 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘩𝘶𝘴𝘩. ¸.•* 𝘬𝘪𝘴𝘶𝘬𝘦 𝘶𝘳𝘢𝘩𝘢𝘳𝘢.

𝟏.𝟏𝐤. 𝐥𝐨𝐰𝐞𝐫𝐜𝐚𝐬𝐞 𝐢𝐧𝐭𝐞𝐧𝐝𝐞𝐝 , 𝐤𝐧𝐨𝐜𝐤𝐢𝐧 𝐝𝐚 𝐛𝐨𝐨𝐭𝐬 𝐛𝐲 𝐡-𝐭𝐨𝐰𝐧 𝐜𝐨𝐝𝐞𝐝.

༺❀༻ || 𝐨𝐥𝐝𝐞𝐫 𝐛𝐨𝐲𝐟𝐫𝐢𝐞𝐧𝐝​!kisuke , age gap , manly man , public sex ( luv makin in the bathroom ) , creampie!! >~< , praising , dirty talk , use of pet names , oral!f receiving , multiple orgasm's.​

>`< || might be working on a aizen x kisuke x reader but who knowsss!

kisuke’s corner store isn't as busy around this time. around your break time that is. the beauty supply store down the street your mom owns takes up majority of your sanity. that's why it's always so refreshing to take a little walk down seventy-fifth’ street to your boyfriend's shop to make sure he isn't getting himself hurt.

“ welcome in- “ looking at a random magazine he saw laying on the floor, kisuke hears the bell on his store's door ring and waves his hand at the customer emerging in, barely taking a glance until he feels a spurt of spirit energy he could recognize in a corner maze. “ hey doll, come on in-“

kisuke urahara is fascinated by you. it's no wonder he’s stopping dead in his sentence when he notices what all has changed about you in less than twelve hours. a new hairdo for one caught his attention, a hairdo he finds himself trying to look away from. the velvet blue brings something dark out of your eyes that makes his pants strain in on itself.

he’s in total and utter disbelief when your full glossed lips speak to him, he doesn't even catch it. he just stares in wonderstruck. brainstorming one hundred ways to get into those jeans that make your hips pop too damn well. he can't succumb to purity when you strut towards the candy aisle.

“ you’re so dirty ‘ke. “ you snicker. “ do i look good? “ batting those long lashes his way, he unknowingly takes a glance behind the barely see-through curtain, almost popping his lips when he remembers the inconvenience his children being in the shop bring. 

“ you look better than good doll. “ pointing one of his long fingers your way, he beckons you over. you stroll with a giddy smile, practically skipping to the cash register. you lean over the register desk like a table, hand on top of the other. head twisted to look underneath that green and white hat he barely takes off.

“ tweety in the bunch? “ tweety in the bunch was another name for ‘ are the kids here? ‘. kisuke glooms. it felt like that code name was used more than eight times this week. you, yourself tried to peek in the back to see if the kiddies were in the shop. they were so quiet today, usually they would come out and greet you. he nods, barely responsive.

“ mhmm… “ he finally drags out, taking his sweet time eyeing you down before his resolve weakens and any and everyone who dared to look into this almost rundown corner store saw a sight they’d never forget.

“ mm.. alright, ill see you later then- “

“ woah, woah- that doesn't mean anything pretty. “ he smirks, the pit in your stomach prayed for him to say those words. you're smiling the whole time he’s shushing you through the back, golden ring covered digit pressed against his lips. that sappy smile is only dropping when his cold, big hands are dragging inside the back of your shirt and those soft lips of his make their way to yours.

almost skin to skin with the way he’s holding you closely, groans falling between the rough, wet kisses. he’s sooo manly when it comes to intimacy. He, himself overwhelms you. he smells like the burnt end of a blunt and vanilla incense. hiking your hands underneath that green kimono. wanting to feel him so bad it burns. the soft – almost rough feeling of his lower stomach hair trail has you biting his lip, panties soaked to the max.

kisuke is rough to the t, he does this thing where he licks every corner of your mouth, sometimes pushing that wet muscle into your throat. he’s beyond dirty and if it weren't for this small space, you're sure he would have you completely spread out licking from the pink to the stink. he always, always manhandles you into place then laces those chaste touches with nasty words.

 “ gonna keep quiet for me baby? “ that public sink holds you upright. kisuke’s stubborn fingers are drilling inside of your pussy. his thumb swiping over that sensitive bundle of nerves that make your hips stiff up. you're trying so hard to stay quiet – biting the inside of your palm hoping the pain will make your noisy moans come to an end.

“ you know i can't give you this cock if you don't act right, doll. “ he says so casually as if you weren't already on the verge of becoming a braindead slut. he mumbles on your pussy, unable to keep quiet about his desire for you, tongue moving with total love intent. he’s obsessed with hearing you, it almost pains him to not hear how good he’s making you feel.

that dingy hat has already been tossed to the side, courtesy of you. your fingers thread in his blonde hair. hooded lids catching sight of his sharp eyes. you're wet, like superrr soaked and you're not sure if it's from the thrill of getting caught or if it's the way this man, who is over seven years older than you, has the look of awe in his eyes while his tongue is toying with the inside of your walls.

“ yeah arch it like that, you know how daddy likes it. “ he moans into your ear, squealing pussy sucking him in like he’ll leave forever. his sweaty stomach pressed against your back. that weight only brings you closer to that awaited second release. the fogging mirror paints a shamefully beautiful portrait. he looks so much bigger than you at this angle, his hand is pressed to your mouth to keep the noise down yet it’s almost touching your eyelids from how big it is.

he’s all up on you, the squeaking of the sink, the sound of shoes scuffing on the plated tiled floors, the smacks of your ass on his pelvis have drowned out in your ears. gone in this bathroom, only having a clear view of kisuke's concentrated eyes. you’d gotten so used to his weight on you, you almost whine when he lifts up to hit a different angle.

“ keep squeezin’... fuckkk, you sucking me in so good, b-baby. “ it isn't long before you're coming on his dick for the second time. cunt spasming around him – cute little moans slipping from the soles of his fingers. he still bullies your hole, well holes in this case. – his long pointer and middle fingers now brushing down your throat while his dick is giving your cunt a new shape.

drool falling onto your chin, kisuke’s head tilted back to keep himself steady. you're holding onto his wrist the whole time he’s warning you of his release. kisuke unregretfully cums inside of you, something that wasn't new to you at all. biting his lip til blood is pouring from the oncoming scar to keep quiet. he huffs, hands on your chubby hips to keep himself in place. he leaves kisses on the simple sonder tattoo on the top of your shoulder. 

“ are you okay, my love? you did so good for me. “ that sweet gesture almost makes the pounding on the bathroom door worth it! >^<

©𝙀𝙈𝙋𝘼𝙏𝙃𝙄𝘾𝙇𝙄𝘼𝙍 any sort of stealing or modifying is prohibited, mess with your momma not me.

[empathicliar]

⠀ ⠀⠀⠀⠀ ⠀⠀what you deserve ¸.•* eren yeager.

𝟔𝐤. 𝐥𝐨𝐰𝐞𝐫𝐜𝐚𝐬𝐞 𝐢𝐧𝐭𝐞𝐧𝐝𝐞𝐝 , 𝐚𝐥𝐥 𝐟𝐨𝐫 𝐦𝐞 𝐦𝐚𝐫𝐢𝐚𝐡 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐬𝐜𝐢𝐞𝐧𝐭𝐢𝐬𝐭 𝐜𝐨𝐝𝐞𝐝.

༺❀༻ || 𝐬𝟒!​eren , 𝐬𝐭𝐨𝐧𝐞𝐫!eren , 𝐩𝐮𝐬𝐬𝐲-𝐝𝐫𝐮𝐧𝐤!​eren , college ua , for my caramel babies , eager!eren , she / her pronouns , overstimulation , sweet talker , lots of kisses , multiple orgasm's , strangers to lovas , plot based , no protection , cream pie!! >~< , dirty talk , use of pet names.​

" when you put a lil' umph in it, that's when i lose control. "

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there's only so much you can handle in a day's worth before overstimulation kicks in. rocking in a chair for four hours while getting a new row of ginger bundles sewed in by your auntie is already enough. gossiping about how your uncle is a piece of work can get added to that list too.

the white juicy couture track suit you have on is hugging your curves tighter than normal. you have ymir's 'friend' historia to thank for that. you'd only spoken to her once about how loose your tracksuits were and how badly you wanted them tighter and she got to work, completely redoing the threading to boost your ego a little to much.

eager with your hair to be done, you'd already marked a couple of other errands off the list. your fingers nails are coded with medium length cut-out shaped nails. a white base with some carnation pink painted bows. not wanting it to be to basic, you got some pink and white zebra stripes on your middle and pinky fingers.

your white painted toe-nails are covered by the ugg's you had to throw on due to the weather. you were always saying you hated summer until it wasn't around anymore and the cold had you shivering in the warmest of places.

its something about looking, feeling and smelling good that has you obsessed with yourself all over again. the vanilla scent is leaking off every surface of your body, the oil drops in your purse coming in clutch every time you wanted a refresher.

it's about four pm when your hair appointment is done. its something simple you could always deal with. 18 , 22 , 24 inch hair reaching your plush ass, your back already itching from the prickling nest.

" thank you s'much auntie! " you're exclaiming in her ear, already squeezing her to death with a hug.

you're not even close to being done. this winter break is going to be different. you naively figured you could get everything you wanted done while in college, yet when you finally touched the grounds it's like your shoulders slumped further down into a unforgivable pattern.

you stopped taking care of yourself mentally. you never stopped being a pretty bitch, nothing stops that. you got all the main things done. your hair was always styled, you don't play that. you're always soft and buttery smooth. the pet peeve for any hair on your body making you cringe.

you were always smelling good, it just became apparent you weren't going out of your way to take enough time for everything. by the time five rolls around, your sitting on your phone outside of your homegirl's house, waiting for her to get home.

mirrors by jhene aiko is playing softly in the back, your tinted windows are up and the bag of chick-fil-a nuggies are half eaten to your right. being your passy princess until further notice.

it doesn't take long for nicki to get to her place. she has big shopping bags in her hands, big balling on one of these cold ass afternoons. " you have a key to my house, you could've went in. " nicki reminds you, it slipped your mind completely. you glance at the hello kitty charm that hung in-front of your key fob, your dorm room key and her house key.

the long, black table you'd laid on more time's than your own bed has a ring light above it. a strollie with different lash things you'd never taken a hobby to is on the right side of it and the actually bundle set you asked for sits beside a bottle of water. eating the rest of your nuggets while nicki took a few bites of her salad, you both talked for God knows how long.

it's been a while since you've been in this cozy place. the apartment is on the first floor and in a gated community. you were so proud of nicki, she kept her word on making it big in life.

" you still going to ymir's tonight? " she asking while scratching the top layer of your lashes. wrong decision. it's like talking through an intense orgasm. your grabbing her hand to stop her to reply. she's only laughing at you the whole time.

" y-yeah girl i am. " your muttering out, your own laugh pouncing off the walls. nicki is a pro when it comes to getting you up and out of her chair satisfied. she snaps a video of the lashes and your making a fake brave face the whole time trying not to chuckle from the silence.

your in your car again by seven o'clock. playing with your hair in your review mirror, tucking the strands behind your ear and letting the multiple fans in your car fully dry your lashes. the song is back to playing at it's last pause while you move your lid's up in a uncomfortable position and let the air hit the base of your water lines.

you've driven to ymir's place so many times from nicki's house, you've gotten familiar with every back road, speed bump and pothole. the potholes brings back a awful memory of damage you wanted no part of remembering.

the weekend commute of straight peace was in motion. you got to ymir's house later than usually and took a joyful stride to your favorite love seat. the comfort makes you stifle a moan. you've done to much today to not get a break.

a song from ymir's recycled playlist is playing, it might be from sza's new album but you aren't to entirely sure. the only thing on your mind is food and weed. in the middle of the table there's snacks. cheddar popcorn, cherry bite twizzlers, some sour gummies and gushers. you opted on the popcorn and two packs of gushers.

on the back, light tan wall is a flat screen tv that's curved more towards you than it is connie and you finally correct your suspicions when you notice the name of the song and artist. i knew it, your thinking out with bunched up arms.

its seems like its been to long since you've been here and genuinely had time to stay.

since college had started in february, you branched out quickly when it came to friend groups. it wasn't a challenge when said friends had been around since high school. ymir, the brown haired girl with freckles and the nicest jaw line known to man offered you weed for exchanged of a pencil in junior year and connie, a surly boy with short, almost balding grey hair and a sleeve tattoo his mother didn't approve of just so happened to be next to you pouting from your win.

only a month into knowing them both, you were already coming to ymir's house and smoking like no tomorrow. connie tagging along some of the days, but he was mostly with his own group at the time. after high school, you figured this was going to be the time you all parted, saying ' i'll see you tomorrow bitch!' and never actually seeing them.

you were more than wrong when you realized you all had been planning to go the same paths.

those year's led up to these moments. now, every weekend ymir would host these little... parties or when it was strictly chill vibes and no one had the time or the energy to run around with don julio in each hand. she would host a small kickback. only inner friends only.

that consistent of you, ymir, connie's dumb ass, a girl named sasha, who connie knew in pre-school, sasha's close friend jean or john. you'd forgotten a little to quickly for your liking. they'd been coming around for months and last and least, jean's friend eren yeager.

eren's... alright. you don't have anything bad to say about the boy. he's always sweet enough to you but it seems like every time you want to engage in a conversation, its over shadowed by whatever else someone is saying. at the end of the day he's still a stranger you hadn't taken the full time to get to know. it's funny how many times you'd shared a blunt with him, lip's colliding yet never learned a single thing about him.

he has a attracting spirit. the kind you found hot to an extent. he's the type to wear strong fragrances to turn heads and its exactly what he does. that skunky scent of lavish soap and expensive cologne he seemed to never leave the house without was a dead give away he was in the area. he's always adorn in sweat pants and baggy shirt's that don't do him any justice.

you could tell he takes pride in his look, well he somewhat did at least. he always has this self-approving look on his face. his fingers are always decorated with silver rings that go well with the skeleton bone tattoo that paints from his left veiny hand to his shoulder.

it makes it hard not to look his direction when he makes such a grand entrance. he's a real eye catcher, a pretty boy you knew shouldn't be anywhere in your area. you don't do good with flirty looks and bed room eyes. they could lead you to a spare bedroom any fucking time.

" |⋆|, ghost face or michael myers? " ymir asks, breaking you out of your mini tundra.

" probably ghost face, he's so fuckable. " connie rolls his eyes, taking a big hit from the blunt he'd been preparing for minutes. the bud is covered in ashes' by the time he pulls away, heaps of smoke coming from his side of the room.

sasha, who got the second best seat in the house sat a few feet away from you. she giggles. " real recognizes real. " you nodded with a smirk and clapped her hand, the noise echo's in the spacious living room.

" you nigga's are just freaky, that's all it is. " you almost let a 'shut up connie.' fall from your lips but the front door opens. in walks the person who was always late. eren. he has his hands in these loose, black sweat-pant pockets, you don't have to see those daring fingers to know he has them covered with hard looking rings. the grey t'shirt he's wearing has a design on the front you cant really decipher.

" what's up yeager. " eren tilts his head up for a greeting and makes his way to connie. his plush lips twist into a confident simper as he daps the two guys up.

eren's speaking again, taking a glance at the table with half of the snacks missing and only two rolls left. " y'all couldnt wait on me? "

" you take forever. " you say, bringing a dark blanket to your chest. " so what? " eren replies with smugness, his green eyes peering at yours with pure coy. you only return it with your infamous eyeroll to kill his dreams.

'i hate a nigga that knows he's good looking. '

" you live the closest. " stating the obvious, eren plops down in the seat in between connie and jean, folding his arms over the back, man-spreading his clothed legs to get some more room. its like he knows you want to look at his every move. he's too damn fine for his own good.

it isn't long before he's changing his seating position and he's reaching at that brown wooden table for a pack of rolls and the weed grinder. he opens the black container – seeing connie left him enough for one blunt. he's taking his win quickly.

finger's making quick toil on folding the creases in, tongue slipping out to seal it. you're face is fuming when he brings the lighter to the end of the blunt and the light reflects on his face. he's so focused on the misty smoke and not wasting the little he has, he doesn't notice the gushing look he's getting from the woman across the room.

'did it just get hotter in here or something?' you take a glance to the thermostat next to the goldish rimmed painting hanging above your head. sixty-seven degrees and no showing of anything getting hotter anytime soon. you chew on your lip. its probably that thick ass blunt ymir made you. it has to be kicking in or something.

speaking of the freckle faced stoner, she walks back into the room, you hadn't even noticed she'd gotten up. she's empty handed, using one of her hands to swipe a strand of hair out of her face. " bro, can we start the movie? i'm tryna' hang out with historia later. "

sasha ooo's like a school girl, wiggling her pale, small fingers teasingly at ymir. " you're always with historiaaa~. " sasha has this silly smirk on her face and the brown skinned girl groans from it, flipping her middle finger in her direction.

usually it takes a while to pick a movie. by this time the weed is hitting all of them and blurring the limit for time. they would often scroll through the same list on netflix and not even realize it.

this time is a little different, ymir is in a real rush to get to this 'friend' of hers. she has the tiny roku remote in her fingers as she continuously flicker through the movies. she ultimately stops on a scary movie and clicks the screen. she sends a look around the room for any concerns then actually plays the movie.

before the credits have even started the pop of a chip bag is already sounding around the room and cheesy flavoring is flooding your senses. sasha's wincing with a pouty smile, not realizing how alerting the noise was.

the first scene is a white girl manually popping corn. the volume is low but the surround sound speakers ymir got installed almost a year ago make it seem much louder. it isn't long before that same girl is killed in front of a big front yard.

by the time the movie ends, everyone is pretty much out of it. heads leaning on arm rest's. the lighters have stopped clicking and the smell of weed isn't prominent as it used to be. you'd grown used to that cozy smell. the foggy room is actually clear for the first time in years.

wiping your eyes like a kid, then realizing you had on lashes. you curse underneath your breath. looking around the quiet room, sasha and jean are sleeping soundly. connie was sleep twenty minutes into the movie. you could hear his loud ass snores. ymir isn't even in the room anymore. the second the movie ended she was gone out the front door but not without giving you a loused side hug.

you figured you were the only one functioning correctly and tossed the blanket to the side. the cold sends chill's down your arms but you don't mind it. it feels sort of good. your painted feet hit the tiled floor with a small 'plap' sound and you glance around the room to make sure it hadn't woke anyone up.

" where you going' ? " jumping, the fabric of your white, zip up jacket is grasped. instead of consoling your fear, the mad-man laughs.

" stop laughing bro, i almost had a heart attack. " you pause, taking a breath. " thought yo ass was sleep. " you explain further, standing up fully and getting a good, well hazy look at eren. his phone light is on dim and he's barely bringing it up high enough to make it known he's awake.

both of his shoulders are pretty much in use by the two boys he's squished in between. instead of looking uncomfortable, it looks like he found slight comfort in them being next to him. it's leaving a smile on your face instead of a panicked frown.

he hum's, dropping the dark phone in his lap. " still didn't answer my question. " you tilt your head, thinking back to said question.

when it finally hits your scuzzy mind, you're letting out a soft 'oh!' " no where, well i don't know. i just want some fresh air. " you're falsely admitting, stretching your body to release any tension.

did you really need some fresh air or were the stirs from connie and jean making it known they could wake up and once again take away the little time you had to get to know eren? it's probably the bud thinking for you at this point.

" you can come with me. " turning on your heels, you almost miss the several groans from jean and connie from being pushed aside. " you that eager nigga? " questioning with the slightest amount of tease, he's right behind you in a heart beat.

" nah. " turning back to look at him, he's already looking at your back side with a smirk. his own limbs being stretched out. he slips on his slides and you didn't feel like putting on your boots, so you opted on stealing ymir's flip-flops she kept by the door.

you didn't really plan this far out. it has to be around eleven or so, your to high to drive home, you actually didn't need any air and you can already tell its cold as hell outside. it was just the perfect excuse to get out of that room and into a more private one with eren, no one was going to interrupt your mission.

men are so easy, your practically nodding to yourself. ymir's back door is opened and closed within seconds, the back porch is nicely clean except for a few leaves and dirt that you didn't really care about right now, you swiped some dirt off the second step and shuffled to the left to give him some room.

eren is sitting down on the first step soon after, without the hassle of wiping anything down. now, its quiet and cold, and there's really nothing to say or do when the wind is speaking.

" how long you been in shiganshina? " he asks after long periods of silence.

" my whole life. " your replying, low eyes blurry with the upcoming mist from the weather. " and you? "

" born and raised. " then its quiet again. your messing with your acrylic's , only looking up when a tree bristles loud enough to sound like it might fall.

" those are really pretty. " quirking your head up, it seemed like you're staring into a bottomless pit of beauty. eren's not even paying attention to anything but you and the way your skin is still so moist in such cold air.

its little details on his face you thought you'd already noticed before that have you feining. you squint your eyes. his nose is pierced on the right side. the actually dot isn't a dot like yours. its a silver star that's small but glance worthy when anyone see's it.

his hair looks so healthy, not only in the sun but also in the moonlight. you're kind of jealous of that. even in its normal state in that low back bun, you can tell he isn't using men's one-hundred in one. the wind casts a breeze in your direction, that's giving you another reminder. the soft smell of lemon and something sweet like pineapple's is hitting your nose. such different smells that go rewardingly well on him.

" gimme' your hand. " your obeying it without question, he chuckles at the haste and you dare to drag your hand away. " i'm playing pretty, i just want to see. "

" why? " asking nicely and still letting him slither those slender, tattooed fingers over your bedazzled nails, he's humming again and not answering your question now.

" hello? " rubbing his thumb over your knuckle gently, the calluses of his own has you quietly swallowing. he perks your hand up finally and actually looks at the nails now. " my bad, my mom does nails. " you frown, still not understanding what that has to do with him looking at your hands like a meal.

giving him a better show, you half curl your hand and lay it side ways in his own. your palms touching and forming heat you didn't know you needed to entirely bad. " so? " you mutter, not returning the eye contact you know he has on you.

" nothing, she could just do better than this. " he flaunting out, stretching those delicate fingers ever so slightly. you don't even realize he brings both of your hands down and resting them on his rough lap, you're to focused on the cute little gesture's he's making.

" you letting me meet your mommy already? " it was cute how he wanted to get his mom some new clients, he must be a momma's boy. eren's nodding instead of laughing though, replying with simplicity. " yeah. "

" what's up with you bro. " you chuckle. " i don't even know your birthday and your trying to let me meet your mom's- "

" march thirtieth. " cutting you off, you almost forgot you had even said anything about a birthday. your brain is realtering itself to remember that date when this high is over.

eren's not ashamed to look at the prize he wants. he's been plotting for fucking months and nothing is going to break him out of this. his low, emerald eyes are falling down the pattern of your silver zipper, falling into your lap. undressing those lacey panties he just knows you have on under those pants.

it has you shying away, wanting to turn around in your respectful seat. that's when it hits you. that grip on your hand wasn't from your other one. it's from his, unmoving and finally locking into those intimidatingly attractive eyes, your glancing at those wet lips he managed to always keep looking mushy.

you know they are the softest lips you'd ever feel. like pillows sent from heaven. you grip his hand, no longer just wanting to feel his sweaty palm, but those fingers- his fore arms, his strong shoulders. everywhere he'd allow you.

" eren... " encaging his fingers into a tight hold, he takes a quick look at his thigh. he isn't able to hide the side smile that's forming. you don't even know why you're calling his name, you just wanted him to say something with that slutty voice of his. – just acknowledge you in every way possible.

" yeah? " your beady eyes are watering from the constant pressure of wind and its becoming so fucking obvious you both don't want to be in the cold anymore.

" what are you trying to do? "

" you want me to be honest baby? " baby... that word has you dripping, squeezing your thighs together to take away that ache in your cunt. you nod. you can't find those confident words anywhere in sight. its hard to say men are easy when you're soaking just from being close to him.

" i wanna take you to a room and make you feel real good. " his head is cocking to the left and those eyes he kept on you are dropping lower. his hand twitches in your grasp and it doesn't take much to know he's putting you in eight different positions in his head.

" we don't even have to fuck, i just want to eat your pussy. "

your mouth lathers with saliva, and your standing up to entirely quick. eren is laughing behind you and your so horny you don't even tell him off. you don't care about the three people on the couch sleeping good. you want to take this pretty boy up on his offer.

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folded up, knees to your chest. the air is hitting your warm pussy. your panting from the littlest touches to your body. plush form being demolished by the stronger man keeping you still. eren has his hands in the bottom creases of your knees, applying pressure that only gives you minimal lay away to move around.

your pussy is leaking on the sheets, all type's of fluid leaving a stain you didn't care for. he's mouthing on your cunt, his spit coating your pussy in a new layer of slick. eren kept his word. he didn't need to fuck you to feel good. he made that known when he took a long lick from your entrance to the top of your cunt in a slow strobe, whimpering hard.

" stop squirming baby. " he's muttering into your pussy, kissing your puffy clit. face full of your cum and arousal. he's so deep in between those legs he can barely breathe. his stubbled chin constantly coming in contact with your needy, waiting entrance.

you cant keep your hands from gripping at any and everything. your holding onto the spare room pillow, covering your face and mouth to keep the others from hearing the total mess you're steady becoming.

" nah, move that. " you don't listen, your voice pouty and muffled in the pillow. eren doesn't have time to play games with you, he's been doing that for months. he snatches the pillow away himself and throws it at the wall.

" i wanna hear you. fuck them. " your spasming on his tongue again before you can speak. weeps of moans falling on deaths door from the amount of pleasure happening on your pretty pussy. your hiccupping from the lack of air entering your lungs, to caught up on the way eren is twisting his tongue over your sensitive clit.

eren's been licking, flicking and sucking on your clit for almost a hour. he just can't get enough of you. you taste so sweet and tarty, its like a fucking desert he can only indulge in. anything your body is willingly to push out for him to taste he's sucking it up.

fucking his tongue in and out of your tight hole, eyes open the entire time to watch you come undone. your hair is sticking to your face, the ginger bringing the caramel out of your skin and aiding your beauty. he didn't think you could get any more sexier.

" fuck baby, " smacking your inner thigh, he gets a breather before he actually dies in the best way possible. " pussy to damn dangerous. " he's huffing and hitting those soft, thick thighs, wanting nothing more than to leave his marks on your skin.

your cute little face scrunches and yelps fill the room, his mouth falling back on those fat lips to get another sample, tasting that sweet juicy fruit. his jaw is hurting and damn near begging for it to end but he doesn't give a fuck. he wants to make you feel good, too good.

your to much of a pretty girl to not have someone in between these legs every day. " 'ren! " eren speeds up, ignoring those pleas. " 'ren, baby please. " you're begging, the knot in your stomach forming from the endless pleasure. you don't know if your begging because its too much or he's to damn good at this and you need to repay him somehow.

– between the base of your thighs being smacked and the vibration of eren moaning, a shock ascends throughout your body. cumming for the third time that night. stars are forming in the far corners of your eyes. it feels like eren has full control of your body. he's keeping you still with only two arms and smirking from how fucked out you already look.

your body is still twitching and it takes a army and every working limb you have to pull him off of you by his hair. he's raspy and to happy for someone who could've died from being to pussy drunk. your chest is heavy and it feels like you can finally inhale properly.

" my bad. " sheepishly apologizing, he plants a soft kiss to your abused clit and toothily smiles when you give him a death stare. gently bringing your knees from your squished chest down, he's kissing your sore knee-caps, wetly sucking on the frontal part of your thighs.

somethings bothering you heavily and its making your chest warm unnaturally seeing him care about every aspect of your body. " why are you taking care of me? "

" whatchu' talking about? "

" this. " you lazily point at his hands that sting a way into your pores. " you kissing on me like you love me and shit. "

" wouldn't go that far. " your rolling your red eyes again and dragging a hand down to your tummy, letting it rest for the time being. " this is mandatory though. you just fuck with the wrong boys. " you want to take it as a stray but actually process it. have you really been messing with guy's who didn't think to care for your body?

it has you recurring every misaligning person you let into your safe space and have a way with your figure. " hey, don't think about it " eren snaps in your face. " that's why i'm here, ima take care of you baby. promise. "

biting your lip, your pushing everything away because he asked you too and something about that foreign feeling doesn't feel to damn bad. you don't have it in you to talk or ask him for anything else, but you spread those legs of yours and beckon him to come here. how can he ever say no to you.

he's shuffling in-between you, applying his hand on one of the pillows next to your head. you stare into his alluring eyes, raking your hand from your own stomach to his. he's gulping, his adam's apple plumping with nerves.

" you wanna fuck me yeager? " he feels like a virgin when you speak like that. anxious and scared to disappoint, he's nodding, bring his head down to plant a soft kiss to your plump lips. just like you thought, they're so pulpy and flush. he kisses like butter, like a piece of bubble gum that's so slinky you almost want to swallow it.

the kiss is deepening with the mood, the fist in his hair is keeping him from cumming in his pants. he almost doesn't want to pull away but he can feel her dripping under him and there's only so much his dick can take before it's begging to be buried inside that soft cushion.

he's making quick work with his clothes. sitting on the balls of his feet, he's tugging his shirt over his head. the sight of his toned chest has you gawking. it's a good thing he only wore comfy clothing, you would've pounced on him the moment he walked into this house.

" take your time... " you joke, casting your surly eyes to the space below your plush tummy. tapping your nails on your stomach. he's already groaning from the sight. you didn't think he could get any faster, he's slipping out of pants and those tight boxers in second.

to say you were disappointed never crossed your mind. you're actually fucking nervous. he's thick, with a healthy pink tip and some inches that make you squeeze your stomach in.

" don't go getting scared on me pretty. " stroking his length, he's bringing your left leg up, kissing the base of your ankle sloppily. his dick is leaking with pre-cum, slouching his tip on your clit. you both let out a soft gasp.

the feeling is euphonic, sensitive clit being brought back to life with one little swipe. your grinding lightly on his tip and he's hissing from how wet she is. " yeah baby, mhmm... you know how to do it. " he praises, his teeth biting into his cheek.

" put it in 'ren. " lifting your hips, you get so close to pushing his dick in and he aids it, his brows knitting, mouth falling open when he aligns it right, sliding into your entrance with ease.

the moan's fall off the wall. he's stretching you so well. the pain almost feels too good. your mouth shaped into a 'o and your hands are fumbling for something new to grab. eren has his head draped down to watch him slip inside of that pussy that cant help but suck him in.

he's whimpering when you clench- moaning when you're folding your legs around him to push in deeper. it's like he can cum from this alone. you just hugging him in has him gapping.

" pussy to fuckin' wet, fuckkk. " he's groaning out in between deep thrusts, pace picking up fast as fuck for someone on the verge of tapping out. your body is following his orders, back arched with intent to make him feel good. eyes rolling from the captivity of his being.

its almost to much when he pushes in to deep, hips runting into your poor cunt like she hadn't been through enough. his tip is ramming into that gushy spot inside of you that has your brain shuttering to working. your mewling loud -- unable to form a single coherent word.

legs pulled tight to hold him in, cunt tightening on his dick making his steady thrust sloppy for mere seconds before he's back to putting in work. dainty fingers coming to rest on his v-line, not pushing but not letting him reach that spot that makes you go fucking crazy. he's silent with how bothered he is about that hand, he knows you're still sensitive and recovering from those heavenly orgasms, but he's to entuned to stop when he knows it'll make you feel so, so good.

" move it. " he's stating with attitude, you refuse to and he only slows down. you whine from the loss. your moaning his name pathetically, lifting your own hips to get that feeling back before its gone. he holds your supple hips down, leaning down to kiss and fondle with your brown nipples.

" e'ren, come on! "

" you gonna keep that fuckin' hand down? " you nod, panting, surprised you were even able to speak in the first place. he's returned that pace little by little, watching your fingers retreat to one of the blue pillows behind your back, eyes closed.

head hanging low, hair coming out of that bun from all the tugging, he almost looks like a greek status above you- one hand on your tummy, squishing it down to feel the cave his dick is making, the other bringing your left leg back to his lips, folding you – he's to caught up in how response you are to his touches.

propping your ankle on his shoulder, leaning down to look you dead in your watery eyes. you cant shy away from nothing now. he's thrusting in deep, pussy gushing all over the sheets and his length. eye's faltering when it comes to keeping that contact.

" i'm so close baby. " he's warning you and your nodding to agree with him, your arms lifting to his neck, dragging him down for a kiss. tongue lacing with his like second nature – eyes shut when that knot in your guts is on the verge of breaking and broken cries are falling in between the kiss.

" gonna cum in you baby, you don't mind that d-do you? " to head-struck, your nodding like a idiot in heat. that gives eren a new goal, he's stroking in like a wild animal, biting his lip so hard it bleeds when you squeeze him.

trying your hardest to keep your moans in, eren pushes in one last time and hits that blurry spot that renders you brain dead. your moaning, clawing on his v'line with that new set to keep him from moving. cunt completely spent and aching again when eren is painting your walls white.

the warm feeling only making it worse, now he cant move or you might regret it. eren's heaving, one hand on the headrest to puff out and rush in the smell of sex, vanilla and shea butter.

" fuckkk i gotta' get you a plan b asap. "

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Hey girl, just read your Eren one shots and I was loving ittt. Could I ask for a one shot of Eren x black female bestfriends who have a flirty relationship but Eren finally makes a move when she gets asked out by someone else? #smutty please ☺️

thank you so much for the support!! 💌 that sounds so cutzieee!! im going to start working on it as soon as possible!!

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fuck it guess we both ain't shit .ᐟ

plot: bodyguard!toji just can't help but show his charge what she's missing

content warning: cheating on both ends, age gap(21 & 32), second hand embarrassment, pwp, fingering, cunnilingus, mating press, doggystyle, oral f! & m!recieving, cum eating, p in v sex, quickie

peachy's yap: wc 2.6k.ᐟ cringed writing this :P without cringe how else would i get him to blow her back out? i don't believe in cheating, pls remember everything is FICTIONAL before y'all jump me.

“i do not need a bodyguard!” you yell at your father who rubs his temples getting fed up with your antics. you’ve been against the bodyguard idea and have had the bodyguard for two weeks already. speaking of said bodyguard he stood there shoulders slumped listening to you argue this. you did this every day‘ it’s getting old…’ toji thought to himself.

toji watched your every move as you paced back and forth in your father's office. your short pink pleated shirt that left little or maybe even nothing to the imagination. it showed the bottom of your ass and the tattoo of the 'Brat' logo under your left ass cheek. your extremely tight crop top that showed an unnecessary amount of cleavage. your hair past your hips almost mid-thigh.

to toji you looked fuckin' hot but that was because he was a womanizer. any woman dressed in a small amount of clothing was his type.

he knew his job was to protect but he had an inkling his father wasn't really the best at hiring people. toji came to the interview dressed in ragged clothing a black shirt with a half circle cut out the left side. his sweatpants had small stains of blood that your father somehow didn't see. if anyone else had seen toji they would have immediately raised red flags faster than you can blink.

but your puny, oblivious, money-hungry, self-centered, (toji's words), and questionably caring father didn't notice. hired toji the same day and bought him a suit until his custom-tailored ones could be ordered. took him to your penthouse gave him the code to your door and dropped him off downstairs. he huffed that day realizing 'great father' would never be one of your dad's many attributes. yet who was he to judge?

“IT’S TOO FUCKIN LATE Y/N HE’S IN A TWO-YEAR CONTRACT.” your father yelled at you, you frowned turning around. you walked away snapping your fingers twice signaling toji to follow you. toji didn’t like you either the feeling was insanely mutual.

“take me to my boyfriend’s house,” you instructed toji who had no choice but to obey you. he started the car taking you to your boyfriend’s house. knowing the way there since you went there every day. and as always toji was required to follow you in the house.

it was a little different this time, you barked orders at your boyfriend. yelling at him telling him ‘get toji a drink’ and your boyfriend nods running off. he handed toji a bottle of water and you snap your fingers at your boyfriend. giving him a sharp glare ordering ‘take me upstairs’. to which he obliged picking you up.

toji sat downstairs on his phone telling his wife he’d probably be home late. toji wish he could quit after he met you and got to know you personally. and this? was the worst part of the day, when you’d go to your boyfriend’s house. while your boyfriend fucked you and you let out fake moans and your boyfriend yelled out in pleasure.

he honestly felt bad for you, not only were you an annoying spoiled brat. but you couldn’t get fucked properly by your shitty ass suck-up boyfriend. you were a naturally dominant woman and you wouldn’t get any pleasure if you weren't with a man who was as dominant as you.

you walked down the stairs rolling your eyes as your boyfriend begged you to stay. you being your bratty self waved him off and snapped for toji to follow you. he was getting fed up with the demands and was sure he was gonna tell you off soon.

he drove you to your house parking the company's car and getting out. he opened the door for you allowing you to leave. as always toji followed you to the door of your penthouse making sure you got in safely.

"leave me!" you yelled at toji and that was his last straw.

"i'm getting real tired of your shit. your a fucking spoiled brat, if this is gonna work you need to learn real manners. you dont yell at me and snap your fingers just 'cause your daddy's money is going into my pocket," he yelled at you. you were taken aback. no way was he yelling at you. you owned him. "

"just like you said my dad is paying you. which means if i say you're fired you'll be fired," you said and he raised a brow at your dumb assumption.

"your name is nowhere on the contract... you hold no power over me. we're both equals you work for your dad and so do i. we're practically co-workers darlin' nothing more nothing less." he said with a smug smirk. your nostrils were flaring in anger and your fist clenched by your side. your brain scrambling for a comeback to say to this ignorant man.

"well yea... i'll get my boyfriend to beat you up!" you yell voice shaky and toji chuckles darkly. he walked towards you, you were shivering under his intense glare.

"your weak ass boyfriend can't even make you cum and you think he'll beat me up?" he laughed and your face dropped.

"h...how did you know i wasn't finishing?" you ask swallowing a big lump in your throat. it was getting intense and toji had backed you into a corner. figuratively and literally. your back was pressed against the island and his hands trapped you.

"i've sat downstairs listening to your fake moans and his weak thrusts for 2 weeks now." toji smirked as you looked away from you. "plus i know what it sounds like when a woman's actually cumming."

the silence was loud and your breathing was erratic. toji looked back at your microwave checking the time. his brain was fighting his heart to go along with what he was thinking he'd do. while toji was deciding what he wanted to do, you knew what you wanted. when toji turned his face back to you you smashed your lips on his.

you pulled back remembering not only was he 11 years older than you, he was a married man. you both looked at each other in shock you held your breath hoping he wouldn't snitch to your father. but before you knew it toji's lips were back on yours, he picked you up placing you on the counter. his fingers ran across your thighs as your hands rubbed up and down his toned back.

it was wrong you knew it but did you care? hell no. his wife was a bitch anyway, you knew she was just a backup for his first dead wife. even if you did hear it unethically from snooping in on your father's childlike gossip. he didn't really like his wife so this technically isn't wrong. just as you finally let go of all thoughts it was toji's turn to pull away.

"this is wrong... i'm married, you have a boyfriend-" you cut him off not wanting to hear the excuses.

"you don't like your wife and my boyfriend can't make me cum. i think we have good reason for what we're doing this," you say and toji's eyebrows furrowed.

"those aren't good reasons..." he mumbled ignoring his thoughts and grabbed your chin roughly pulling you to him. he kissed you roughly your teeth clashing. the roughness of his fingernails digging in your skin knowing when he removed his hand there would be prominent crescent indents on your jaw.

he was so rough and it wasn't how you were used to. usually, you initiated everything with your boyfriends. it seemed as if toji was in a rush to get it over with and he needed you as soon as possible. he played with your thong under your tiny skirt.

his fingers slipped under the band of your thong pulling on it and letting it snap against your skin. "get down and go to your room." he tells you backing away and you furrow your brows.

"you can't carry me up there?" and he laughs walking away from you and heading to your room. this was shocking for you it felt like you went from one extreme to the next. first, you were with a submissive nice man and here you are with a dominant asshole. you swallowed your spit as you walked into your room seeing toji standing there naked.

you knew toji would be big but not that big. he was bigger than any guy you've ever slept with. you walked over to toji while stripping out of your clothes. you were down to your bra and skirt when toji grabbed your waist pulling you closer. he unclasped your bra letting it fall to the floor and tossed you on the bed.

you propped yourself on your arms and toji leaned over you pressing his lips on yours. your hands were anxiously touching him everywhere nervously. you felt like a virgin not sure where to put your hands or what to do. without any warning, toji pulled down your skirt and thong all in one pull. he kissed down your neck and pulled away glancing at his watch.

"we got 20 minutes," he said going back to kissing your neck sucking and nipping at the spot that made you moan.

"un...until what?" you asked and he laughed.

"until i have to leave. my wife's expecting me," he mumbled and you frowned.

"don't mention her while you're with me from now on," you tell him and he smirks.

"as you wish doll," he agreed not wanting to talk about his wife anyway. although it was wrong you both felt so right being here with each other. for you, toji was everything you needed rough and in control. for toji... well, you just gave it up and he wasn't one to turn down pussy he didn't have to pay for.

he kissed down your chest teasing you purposely missing your nipples. until you whined out and told him to stop teasing. he played with your clit rubbing and collecting your juices on his finger. pulling away from your nipples placing two fingers in your mouth. you grabbed his wrist as you tasted yourself on his digits.

after your spit was running down his fingers he removed it from your mouth. he pushed them in your entrance feeling how tight your needy cunt is. he scissored his fingers attempting to stretch you out. toji didn't talk much and initially, he wasn't in the mood for intimate foreplay. but now he did want to taste you since you were so wet.

he continued kissing down your body and one last time on the mound of your privates. he wasted no time sucking on your clit while vigorously fingering you.

"toji wait." you moaned out the feeling was becoming too much for you. you had never been eaten out before and this was new for you. the stimulation of your clit and his fingers massaging your rough g-spot had you gasping for air. your hands reached for his black hair pulling harshly. he groaned against you making you squeal in pleasure.

his tongue moved expertly against your clit taking his fingers out of you. you whined missing his fingers inside you and he leaned over you. he looked down at you with a bored expression but your clouded mind read it as admiration.

"ya ready?" he asked and you melted at the concern in his voice that you were definitely making up. you nodded lost in thought as toji wasted no time pushing into your entrance. your body arched at the feeling of him stretching you out.

he didn't wait for you to adjust to his size and started stroking immediately. you were moaning at the feeling already pushing on his stomach.

"take some out." you moaned head thrown back and toji just laughed at your pleas.

"it's only halfway in doll," he whispered in your ear pushing himself all the way in now. you tried to run from him but he gripped your waist holding you in place. you couldn't believe that it was only part way initially. yet you could definitely tell the difference now. his cockhead was kissing your cervix as he roughly pounded into you. you reached up to grab his face pulling it down to you and kissing him messily.

his hips didn't slow or stutter as he pounded into you mercilessly. he was fucking like he needed to leave right away, you could've sworn you both had another 15 minutes. he grabbed your legs pushing them against your chest putting you in a mating press.

"did he fuck you like this?" he grunted looking down at your tight cunt that sucked him in like a vice. you were squelching and your cream was painting his dick white. the view pushing toji closer and closer to his release.

"mm mm..." you hummed but it came out more of a moan. toji wasn't satisfied with this answer. he wanted to hear you say that he was the best you ever had.

"use your words ma. did he fuck you like this?" he repeated himself thrusting into you with a particularly pointed thrust as you were about to talk.

"nooo!" you squeaked and he pulled out smiling at the mess of cream on your folds. he flipped you over perfecting your arch and sliding into you again.

"fuck you're so tight," he groaned pushing himself into you. he gripped both of your ass cheeks roughly nails digging into the fatty flesh. once he calmed himself so he wouldn't nut too early he begin to fuck you again. this time making it a point to push his tip into your g-spot.

"toji m'close," you mumbled as your face was pressed into the pillow. before you knew it you felt pressure on the side of your face. your eyes opened seeing toes in your face.

you were in utter shock toji had his foot on your head thrusting into you relentlessly. the new found angle only pushing you closer and closer to release. you reached under yourself playing with your clit. you clenched around his dick making his thrust slow down at the grip.

"relax doll m'right behind you, just hold it for me," he grumbled still thrusting into you letting out small moans and guttural groans. he pulled out jerking himself off flipping you over and rubbing your clit quickly.

"fuck toji!" you yelled as your body convulsed and jerked as your squirt soaked him and the bed. he slapped your clit causing your body to lightly flinch from the feeling on your clit.

he crawled over you hover over your chest stroking his cock over your face. his dick twitched in his hand and his hips bucked into his hand. you leaned up wrapping your lips around his tip and swirling your tongue until you felt him release his hot cum down your throat.

"fuck yea ma that's it." he hummed as you took him down your throat and pulled off him with a pop. you swallowed his cum open your mouth sticking out your tongue.

"ah." you showed toji that you swallowed it all and he smirked softly smacking your cheek.

"good girl." he smiled looking at the watch on his wrist. "5 minutes to spare," he hummed to himself getting off of you. he didn't bother cleaning you up, he simply slipped on his boxers, then his suit.

"uh," you say not really sure what to say to be honest. he looked up at you where he sat on the end of your bed putting on his shoes.

"see you tomorrow," he said grabbing his phone and keys from your nightstand. without waiting to hear it back from you he jogged down your steps and to your front door. he left out locking the door with the code. you sat on your bed looking down at your hands with a smile.

"so that means we're together? right?" you thought to yourself out loud.

sure girl... sure.

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the birthday boy gets whatever he wants! ft. satoru gojo♡

“you want me to sit on it. . .?”

when you told gojo satoru you'd give him anything for his birthday, you didn't think that’d be sitting on his birthday cake so he could lick it off of your ass. the request had caught you completely off guard, leaving you standing there, cake in hand, trying to process the absurdity of it all.

but there he was, eyes full of excitement, lips curled up in the cutest pout as his hands gripped your hips.

you'd be a fool to say no.

so you’d climbed on all fours, head pushed into the satin pillow. a soft squeal had escaped your throat as gojo’s fingers dug into your ass cheeks, spreading them apart, and then he was licking a strip up your crack unapologetically. “you’re so fucking sexy.”

your fingers reached underneath you, thumbing away at your gummy clit. he groaned the sight, bucking his hips against nothing. it felt like his cock was going to explode. the icing collected on his tongue was sweet, and he couldn’t help but pull your hips flush to his face. he needed more of you.

his mouth opened wider, hot breath fanning against your skin. then his tongue was circling your hole, dipping in just a fraction. gojo reveled in the wetness dribbling down your ass, coating his face.

"fuck, baby. . . " you gasp, grinding your hips back, fingers still gently swiveling against your sticky bud. his hands leave your butt and instead find themselves gripping your thighs, holding you steady, keeping you still as his tongue works its magic.

another long lap has your entire body shaking and it's a good thing he’s supporting you otherwise you're pretty sure your legs would've given way by now. he's sucking and licking at your rim like it's the best meal he's ever had.

he loves the taste of your ass. but when he starts using his teeth to bite into the plump skin of your ass cheeks, the way you cry out tells him that you love it, too.

"ah!" you moan, grinding your hips, "p-please fuck me. . .i need you so bad. "

his cock throbs at your neediness, his tongue replacing with his finger, stretching your hole open with a disgusting squelch. “mhm, so perfect. soon my love.” then he’s eating your pussy from the back. tongue flicking over your clit as well as your fingers as you roll the bud between your fingers.

you try not to make too much noise, but the wet muscle is so fucking good that you can hardly help yourself, letting out breathy moans as you continue to rock your hips back onto his face.

he has to hold you by your hips, keeping you steady as he works your glistening folds.

when his tongue finally penetrates you, you let out a choked moan, cheek pressing into the pillow, body curling forward as your fingers grip at the sheets beneath you. it’s over too quick and you whine when he suddenly pulls away. a string of saliva connecting his lips to your pussy, he mewls at the sight of you spread out and ready for him.

you giggle as he leans over, kissing the nape of your neck sweetly. then he's sliding into you, already have tugged his pants down his hips.

the stretch is overwhelming and it hurts, but gojo’s nothing but a gentleman, even when his monstrous cock is splitting you in two.

"breathe, baby," he whispers, rubbing your sides.

he lets you adjust, waiting for your consent and when you give it, he's slowly moving his hips. the way his pretty flushed tip hits all the right spots has you crying out in pleasure.

he's cursing under his breath, hands roaming over your body, touching you in places that only he can.

"so fucking beautiful," he gasps, "all spread out for me. god, i love you.”

his praise is always what gets you off, knowing that you're pleasing him is something you’d never thought you'd enjoy so much.

and then he's speeding up, snapping his hips up into you. it’s not long before your moans turn into sobs, his dick punching your cervix repeatedly. gojo satoru is fucking you like he hates you. even you forget he loves you as he bites down on your shoulder, hands squeezing your tits as his leaking cock rams into your soppy insides.

you're a blubbering mess, babbling incoherently as your eyes roll to the back of your head. his hands reach for yours, entwining your fingers together and he holds you tightly, his chest pressed flush against your back.

"fuck, you feel so fucking good," he whimpers, his thrusts growing sloppier, "such a good girl for me. she’s suckin’ me in-gah!"

you clamp around him, his eyes squeezing shut as he refrains from busting in you.

“b-best birthday gift e-ever!”

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“ talk yo’ shit with dick in you. “

body to body, toji’s big ass thighs encaging you in, drool pooling at each corner of your mouth. your lower back is on fire from how long you’ve been chest to back with him. he just won't let up and it sort of — kind of… it is your fault for being so bratty today. toji is a strong believer in putting you in your place. the moment he walked into the room and you brushed him off like a random person. he had already planned it all out.

big ass hands around your neck, pressure so much but also not enough. your eyes are damn near rolling, the wind constantly getting knocked out of your chest when his hips stutter with that fast pace. filthy squeals from your gushing pussy filling the room, it's only pulling that infamous smirk from his scarred lip. 

“ c’mon, where that talk at sweetheart? “ he coos, squeezing tighter around your throat. “ talk that shit. “ degrading words only dragging a nasty orgasm out of you, your dainty hands fisting at his knees. he’s chuckling heartly in your ear, thrusting until that pretty cunt isn't latching onto him for dear life. he smacks the side of your ass, pressing his wet lips to your neck. “ that's what i thought. flip over, i aint’ done with you yet. “

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Pookie

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shidou is so me

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let me lock in, new one shots soon babies!!

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the gift of a lifetime

ichigo kurosaki x fem. reader x grimmjow jaegerjaquez

wc: 3.1k

warnings: threesome, ichigo and grimmjow are roommates, established relationship with ichigo, oral (f & m!receiving), multiple orgasms, biting, fingering, unprotected sex, creampie, finger sucking, cum eating, spanking, praise, slight degradation, grimmjow calls reader “sweetheart”, ichigo calls reader “princess”, clothes ripping, multiple rounds, spit

synopsis: your boyfriend always gives the best gifts but this might be the best gift you’ve received

a/n: this is my Valentine’s gift for @nymphoheretic for snow’s @suyacho server valentine’s gift exchange! I hope you enjoy my love (I love you more than these two idiots ever will). also I know it’s a little early but I couldn’t wait anymore

Ichigo is perfect in every sense of the word.

He cares for everyone, he’s a family man, he loves with his entire heart, he’s passionate, the list goes on and on. It was easy for you to fall in love with him and it was just as easy for him to fall in love with you.

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