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Idk if this is actually true or if I’m just going crazy over him, but something abt him is giving girl dad.

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Geto x Fem!Reader

WARNINGS: NSFW... ik i forgot to remove the previous one bc I had them in the same file 😭

"That's...enough." You manage to breathe out, feeling his entire body squishing your own as you laid underneath, pancaked between the floor and this man. You grunt, feeling as he pushed his fist into your back to secure both of your arms folded behind your back. "No. It's still not enough." He counters, and you slowly strain your neck to look up at the white haired male standing in front.

"Gojo..! This is enough right? I admit defeat, so plea- ah!" Geto digs his knee in the back of your thigh, and you could already feel tears forming from the overwhelming pain. "Aren't you going a little too far? You're making her cry." Gojo says on your behalf, and you'd thank him hadn't you been panting and wheezing from the strain of your body. 

"Really? I mean she was talking all that before, so I thought it'd be best to teach her a lesson." Geto replies, clearly unbothered by your suffering. "You're right. Maybe you should keep at it a little more." You take it back, fuck Gojo that cocky bastard! Anger builds inside you like a furnace, and you squirm underneath his grip, shaking your arms and shifting your legs only for Geto to readjust his hold. 

Arching your back, you lift your head and try to force your body to turn so you could at least shake his grip, managing to raise one of your knees that was pressed up against the floor. Geto moves one of his hands to grip the back of your hair and push your head into the floor, pressing his weight onto your back to keep you down despite your efforts. 

"That's enough, you'll end up hurting her at this point." The sound of Shoko's voice nearly makes you cry out in relief, and you finally feel Geto loosen his hold, and you push yourself up to run towards her, kneeling as you hug her torso with tears in your eyes. "My savior!" You cry, feeling her hand gently pat your head as you cry tears of joy. 

"Ah, Shoko! The principal wanted to meet you." Gojo informs. "Is it urgent?" She inquired, and you pouted as she stopped petting your head and pulled away. "I think? Anyway we should go. See you two tomorrow." Gojo waves, turning to walk away with Shoko trailing behind while you sit on the floor like a puppy watching its owner leave. Pressing your lips together, you dig your fists between your thighs. 

"We should also get going." You hear Geto say, and you turn to see him sitting with his legs stretched out, leaning back into his palms that rested behind him flat on the ground as his arms supported his back to stay upright. Meeting his eyes, you frown. Geto chuckles at your expression, tilting his head to the side with a taunting smirk.

"Mad that I beat you at your own game?" 

In an instant you charge at him, jumping onto his lap and snatching his wrists to pin them beside his head as you grin from your victory. "As if." You scoff. "Still full of energy I see." He says, and you smile. "When it comes to beating people like you, I always am." You retort. "Is that so?" He tilts his head with a smile, and you hum in confusion before feeling a sudden whiplash. 

Blinking, you see Geto now towering above you while pinning your wrists together above your head. "Still full of energy?" He asks, and you feel yourself frowning. "Bastard." You spit, and he smiles, face lowering your hover directly above yours, his hair falling at his sides. You feel his hips push into yours to keep you still, causing your legs to tighten around his torso in return. 

"Can you quit that?" You ask, watching him blink down at you in clear confusion. "Your zipper is digging into my thigh and it hurts." You state bluntly, watching his face shift into one of bafflement. It seems he forgot you were wearing your skirt, and despite the fact that they had shorts under, the shorts themselves were still really short. Geto tries to readjust his hips, and you finally break free.

Standing up, you dust yourself off and Geto follows in suit since he was wearing a black tee and baggy pants. "The suns already setting, we should really head back." Geto says as he turns his body to face you. "I know..." purple eyes widening at your frame that suddenly goes limp, he reaches to grab your arm and pulls you into his chest. 

Your body was limp against his, and he could already feel his hands shaking as they tighten around your shoulders. "(Name)?" He calls, and no answer. That's when he realized you were having another vision. Your mind chose when to give you them, and your entire body would shut down in order to put its energy into your brain to give you a much more clear and detailed vision.

Geto moves to carry your body, entering the dorms and finding his room since yours was locked. Laying you out on top of his bed, he pulls out the chair from underneath his desk and sits down. An hour eventually goes by, and he hears you groan softly, his head immediately snapping towards you. "(Name)." He calls, upon seeing you awake.

You slowly turn your head to look at him, blinking owlishly. "Geto..?" You call his name in return, and he moves to sit on the bed beside your body, lifting one of his legs on the mattress to properly face over you. "Are you feeling okay? Do you need anything?" He asks, moving his palm over your forehead to check your temperature. Normal. 

"I'm okay." You reply, sitting up on his bed once he removes his hand from your forehead. You glance to the window beside you and frown. "It's already dark out. How long have I been out?" You inquire, turning to look back at Geto and meeting his gaze. "It's nine." He responds. Silence lingers between you both, and you glance down at your lap. "What type of vision did you have?" Geto asks.

"I...don't remember." You answer, making his eyes widen. "That's strange. So you have a vision about your own prophecy?" You lift your head and look at him, nodding curtly. "Say, Geto." You speak, said man blinks at you and tilts his head. "What?" You Avert your gaze for a whole, then glance back at him. "Can you promise me something?" Geto blinks, a single brow cocking. "Sure." 

"No matter what happens to me, promise me you won't betray jujutsu tech." Geto widens his eyes at your words, but his expression turns into one of concern. "Whatever happens to you? (Name) what did you see?" He demands, leaning closer to you. "I don't know. I can't remember." You respond, lightly grabbing your head. 

"Then why did you say that?" 

"I'm not sure. I just felt like it." You answer, reverting your gaze down to your lap. "Look at me." Geto's voice sounded way too close, yet you still lifted your head only to widen your eyes at the sudden close proximity between you. You didn't have time to react when his hand reached to pull you in by the back of your head, your lips crashing into his. His fingers entangled through your strands, your own hands gripping onto his shirt as your face was covered in heat.

Geto moves his lips against yours so hungrily you could hardly keep up, and once he tightens his hold on your hair, making you gasp, his tongue wasted no second to push into your mouth. You could feel your body burning, hands trembling as you gripped his shirt, your shit eyes squeezing as your brows trembled from the force. But you didn't resist, instead allowing him due to your burning chest. 

A whine for oxygen escapes your throat and travels into his mouth, making Geto pause as he opens his eyes to take a look at your flustered expression, the sight making him smile. Pulling away, Geto takes heavy breaths while you are full on panting, slowly peeling your lids open to look up at him. You feel his hand move to cup your cheek. "I've imagined many times how'd you look like, but nothing beats the real thing." He speaks softly, making your stomach pool in heat. 

He chuckles softly, hand tucking a strand of hair behind your ear, fingers lightly grazing your skin. You couldn't bring yourself to look at him, instead keeping your gaze down while your heartbeat drummed through your ears. To think of him of all people would be able to bring out such a reaction out of you. "I...I need to go." You stutter out, removing the blankets from your body and hastily getting up. "(Name)." 

Shutting your eyes in determination, you speed out of his room and shut his door, breathing heavily as you run back to your own. Why was your face still hot? Why was your heartbeat still fast and loud? You didn't understand! Once you arrived at your dorm, you chose to ignore everything and suppress your feelings as you showered then bathed. 

Eventually, you stood at your nightstand dressed in a baby blue backless satin nightdress outlined in lace, and finally your white slippers. You couldn't keep your eyes off the photo of you and your friends and jujutsu tech, including Geto. Suddenly you were ridden by feelings of guilt. You left so abruptly without a word, and you felt bad. He must've been so confused, maybe he still is.

Suddenly, you felt your feet move on their own, and a minute later you stood in front of his door, and you hesitate but eventually knock gently. A took five before the door creaks open, and you meet Geto's purple eyes that widened upon the sight of you. "Geto..!" You say, seemingly relieved but you were cut short when his hand tugs you inside his dorm, door slamming shut behind you as you remain trapped between him and said door. 

"What are you doing? Someone could've seen you dressed in that." He scolds, and you look away. You were in such a hurry that you didn't even consider the way you were dressed. You came in here with your nightgown! How embarrassing. "Sorry...it's just..." you trail off, fiddling with your fingers and carefully lifting your eyes to look at him. 

"I felt bad leaving suddenly like that. And I know if I try to sleep it off it'll just eat at me and keep me awake. I'm really sorry for just upping and leaving, that was rude of me. Especially after you helped me out. I'm really sorry." You fold your hands and bow slightly, raising your head to look up at his reaction. Geto held no particular expression that indicated what he was feeling, even so you begin to fidget. 

"Is that all you came for? To apologize?" He questions, making you blink up at him in slight confusion as you tilt your head. "Yes. I also wanted to thank for taking care of me when I passed out." You admit a little sheepishly, just noticing how he was dressed in gray sweats and a white tee. For some reason you couldn't help but think dark colors suit him more, but the gray and white doesn't hurt at all. "I see." He says. 

You look into his eyes, and you watch his own trail over your face, so you accidentally end up glancing down at his lips. The sight and mere thought of realization makes your face burn with shame, and you instinctively raise your shoulders. The silence was suffocating, and you couldn't bring yourself to move as you glanced up at his face, his purple gaze observing you as you remain quiet and still. 

He wasn't telling you anything. To leave. 

You weren't sure if it was instinctively, or just your inner desires making you move, but you raise your hands to cup his face, heels lifting from the floor as you now stand on your toes to bring his face down and press your lips against his. Not that you were expecting anything, but you didn't expect his arms to wrap around you, pulling you closer as he hand grips the back of your head to keep you in place.

Geto's arm around your waist lifts your feet from the floor, and you wrap your arms around his shoulders in return. His lips never left yours, even as he laid you back on the mattress, your head hitting the soft pillow. Though he had to pull away to climb over you, readjusting you and himself on the bed and not wasting another second to kiss you. 

Everything else was instinctual, because you've never done any of this before. Geto momentarily rises to remove his shirt, and you don't have enough time to process before his lips begin attacking your neck, sucking and kissing your sensitive skin as you squirm underneath. "Suguru..." you trail off, gasping as you feel his tongue attack a sensitive spot that makes you whine in pleasure. 

Geto's hands slide underneath your gown and his hand cups the space underneath your boob, slowly moving it to make it so the fabric shuffles over his hand and slides down, revealing your breast. His lips trails down before eventually enveloping your nipple, your back arching from the mattress as you feel his tongue slide and flick it before sucking gently, teeth lightly digging into the flesh around. 

Moaning, you grip the sheets underneath, head tipping back against the pillow as you gasp and moan, whining as his tongue please places nobody's touched before. It made your entire body burn with heat, face absolutely flushed as he continued to touch you with not only his hands, but lips.

Eventually the clothes pooled onto the floor, and the both of you were left bare to the moonlight casting through the sheer curtains. You gasp as he slips himself inside, brows knitting from the stretch while he kisses your shin and calf as your leg is dangled over his shoulder. "Suguru..." you breathe as he further burrows into you, your fingers curling into the sheets underneath and thighs trembling as you pant.

Removing your leg from his shoulder, he leans and hovers over your body, and you meet his hungry gaze. You watch a smile smooth onto his lips, bangs loosely hanging over the side of his face. You reach your trembling hands to cup his face, offering a smile of your own that knocks the breath out of his lungs. You looked breathtaking, laid out underneath with your hair sprawled about on the pillow, the moonlight making your flushed skin glow. 

Geto leans in to place his lips above yours, kissing you passionately as you wrap your arms around him, legs tightening around his hips as you feel his tongue brush against yours, teeth digging into your sensitive lips. He begins to trail kisses up until your temple, his face tilting down to look at yours through the corner of his eye. 

A whine escaped your lips as you felt him rock his hips slightly, your mouth gaping open until he began to thrust. Gasping loudly, your fingers grip his shoulders as he snaps his hips against yours, his pace making your core pool with heat. Knitting your brows, your head falls back against the pillow, moans escaping your parted lips every time his cock fills you to the brim.

It was so overwhelming, the pleasure building up with each thrust that made your legs tremble, back arch and your entire body burn. "Suguru..!" You exclaim, eyes shutting tight as he restlessly thrusts into you, his own heavy breaths joining your moans that filled the entire room as the lewd sound of your skin slapping resounded. "Slow...ah, slow down..!" You say, tears pooling along your waterline from his ruthless pace. 

"No." Geto responds, but you couldn't find it in yourself to complain and heat spreads throughout your core, a breathy moan slipping past your lips while your thighs tremble from the overwhelming sensation of heat pouring out of you, euphoria overcoming your entire body. 

Geto quickened his pace, thrust hardening as he chased after his own release feeling your juices coating him. But your night didn't stop, Geto continued for another hour before he too, reached his limit. You straddled his lap, your chest pressed against his own as your sweaty bodies stuck together. You rested your head on his shoulder, his hands running up and down your sides.

"You took it well." You hear his gentle voice soothe your ears, making your kids blink shut as the exhaustion finally catches up to you and you fall into a deep sleep in the warmth of his arms and embrace. 

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Gojo x Reader!

WARNINGS: SLIGHT ANGST AND FLUFF!

Turning to your side, you're met with a sleeping Gojo whose eyelids were gently shut, a calm expression painted onto his face. You smile softly despite the small ache in your heart. Gojo was a busy man and was always all over the place attending to business, it made you feel guilty when he'd take the time to be with you even for a second.

Of course, you cherish every moment together with him, but when you think about how busy he is you can't help but wonder if it's really okay for him to be here attending to you. Frowning, you feel your heartstrings begin to tug painfully at the thought. Apparently he had an important meeting but chose to spend the day with you instead despite the fact his work was really important and serious.

Frowning and pressing your lips together, you move your hand to gently tug loose hair strands behind his ear, a bittersweet smile on your face. "I wish he'd just go." You say to yourself softly, only to frown the instant you spoke due to the guilt eating at you for even thinking in such a way. He was here spending his time with you and now you're wishing for him to just go instead. 

Staring at his face, you feel your heart jump when his eyelids open to reveal his crystal blue eyes, making your own widen as your hand flinches beside his face. Gojo grabs your wrist, immediately lifting himself as he towered above you now, eyes peering down at you as you laid with your back pressed against the mattress, mouth agape in genuine shock. "You're awake..?" 

Did he hear you?

"What do you mean by that?" He instead demands, brows knitting together as you continue to look up at him in shock. Of course he heard you. "I–It's not what you think." You stutter, feeling a slight pinch from his overwhelming energy that began to grow and pour into you. "Then what is it, (Name)? Why do you want me to go?" Gojo presses, and your face contours slightly.

Gojo's energy was just overflowing and pouring into you to the point it became painful, overwhelming and suffocating. Your hand twitches in his grasp, and you gasp as tears begin to form along your waterline, quickly running down along your cheeks. His eyes widened at the sight, the realization dawning on him as his energy was going out of control due to the heightened intensity of his emotions. 

"Shit. I'm sorry." Gojo apologies quickly, containing his energy as you continue to cry, and he frowns. Gently cupping your cheek to wipe your tears away with his thumb. "Fuck, (Name). I'm so sorry. I didn't mean to–shit." He turns to lay on his back, cupping the back of your head and wrapping an arm around your back to bring you on top of him as he laid his back against the cushion. "I'm sorry, sweetheart." 

You cry into his chest, feeling his hand gently caress your hair and fingers rubbing lines onto your back. Gojo shuts his eyes, pressing his lips onto the top of your head as he kisses you gently. "I'm sorry." He apologizes, and you shake your head, wanting to apologize in return but you just couldn't bring any words out of your choked up throat. 

Eventually, you calm down, and nothing but silence remains. "Satoru-" 

"We'll talk about it in the morning." 

You frown, lifting your head from his chest, hands pressing onto his shoulders as you support yourself up. "But you're gonna be busy. I don't want to waste your time." Gojo widens his eyes for a moment before narrowing them. "Is this what that's about? I told you to not worry." He reassured sharply, but you shook your head. "I'm sorry. But you're a busy man and I just—feel bad. I feel so guilty like I'm wasting your time by making you take days off your work to spend it with me instead, when you have much more important stuff to attend to." 

Gojo remains silent, and you blink down at him, awaiting a response. His hand grabs the back of your head, and he pushes your head to press his lips against yours, fingers curling around your neck as he opens his mouth to tilt his head and repeatedly kiss you. Your face blooms with heat, your fingers gently curling around his shirt from the lack of oxygen. Pulling away, Gojo presses your face into his neck as he rests his chin atop your head, arm tightening around your back. 

"You're too perfect." He whispers, his words making your face become warm. "I love you, (Name). I spend time with you because I want to. So don't worry about my work, because I'll always make it up. You're just as important to me, if not so much more. So please believe when I say you have nothing to worry about." You feel tears blue your vision, and this time you lift your head to press kisses against his neck and jaw, Gojo smiling at the feathery feeling as he gently rubs your sides. 

"I love you, too." 

A smile splits his face at your words, his cheeks hurting from the magnitude of his grin before he quickly preps your head with kisses. "Did I ever mention how sweet you are?" He asks, and you smile, lifting your head to look down at him and kiss his forehead. This enables your neck to his lips, and he doesn't waste a second to latch his lips onto one of your sensitive spots, causing you to breathlessly gaps as his tongue runs over your skin and he gently sucks. 

Your hands run over his hair, gripping it softly as your eyes tight shut. Gojo runs his hands over your waist and down to your hips, slipping his fingers under your nightdress to gently squeeze your bottom, making you whimper as he also gently bites your neck. "Satoru...that's—ah!" Gojo sucks harder, making you whine as his tongue repeatedly runs over that sensitive spot, making your spine shiver. 

Gojo eventually pulls away with a light pop, and your head falls beside him, breathing softly as you urge your warm face to cool down. You hear a chuckle erupt from his chest, the sound making your stomach erupt with butterflies as his hand grip onto your bare waist. "Looks like you don't want me to go after all." He says, and you playfully roll your eyes and giggle softly. 

"Never."

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Naoya x Fem!Reader

WARNINGS: NSFW, VIOLENCE; CHOKING

It was but another day at the state of the Zen'in clan, where you served as a mere servant. You were considered below the family members, and you were treated horribly due to your mother. You were a child that resulted from an affair, and to atone for her sin, you were sold to serve them for as long as you lived. 

It wasn't fair, the fact that you had to atone for an action she very much committed. And that only meant you weren't related to them, which is why you were treated as such. Unfortunately, that wasn't the only reason you were treated like trash, but also because your father belonged to the Gojo clan; the rival clan of the Zen'in.

Yet, your mother was still married in the Zen'in clan even after her affair for she had children with her husband whom she had to look after, but she had abandoned you for all you were to her. You tried to get in contact with your father, but that was near impossible. 

"Get out of my sight, child." His voice was cold and stoic, making a cold shiver pour down your spine as you quickly walked backwards, kneeling outside the door as you gave a deep bow, sitting up to close the door with your eyes shut as you couldn't bear the sight of the family that had abandoned you. 

Your half siblings have followed in your mother's steps in ignoring you, pretending as if you don't exist.

Your entire body began shaking in anger, tears stinging your eyes as that feeling came all to known suddenly. You hated feeling like this, you hated being vulnerable. You despised the fact that even after so many years of mistreatment, you somehow couldn't find it in your heart to hate them. 

To resent them.

That didn't change the fact you still felt lonely, unwanted, and despised for no real reason despite having the blood of another man run through your veins. A man that didn't belong to the Zen'in clan. 

"How pathetic." You heard a voice speak up from behind you, and you quickly turned your head with wide eyes to see the youngest clan head, Naoya Zen'in. He stood leaning against a wooden post that held up the sheltering roof, his arms crossed as he looked down at you in distaste.

You blinked away your tears, turning your body to face him while still kneeling on the ground as you bowed your head. "Is there anything I may do for you, my lord?" Your gentle voice met his ears, and he frowned at the sight of you groveling at his feet, even if it was your job.

"Why don't you leave? Run away? Your presence is obviously unwanted here." He spat, voice cold and void, much like your mother's husband. "I live to serve you, nothing more. I am merely doing my job." You respond, blinking down at the wooden floor as you feel his glaring gaze on your figure.

"Your job? Can't you just quit? Or do you like getting pushed around by everyone?" He questioned, and you froze. Seems he didn't know about you, or just didn't care to remember, or know in the first place. "I was sold to the Zen'in clan. I'm only doing as told, my lord." You briefed him, not caring to go into further detail.

"Sold?" He questioned, a hum leaving his lips before the sound of footsteps fading became known, and you glanced up to see him walk away. You couldn't stop the small sigh of relief to leave you. "Why would Naoya care enough to inquire about someone like you?" Turning your head, you laid your eyes upon your oldest half brother.

"I'm afraid I don't know." You replied, standing up before bowing slightly. "If you'll excuse me." You state before turning around to walk away, only to feel your body have a whiplash. In an instant, the back of your head harshly met the wooden post, a hand curling around your throat as you looked up at your half brother.

"Know your fucking place, (Name). I suggest you bow your head lower next time and show some fucking respect." He spat, and you choked, not being able to get anything out as your supply of oxygen was abruptly cut, your face growing red and hot along with your eyes. "Ni-Sama!" You saw another one of your half siblings, her arm wrapping around his as she tugged him away.

Immediately, you fell onto your knees, arm supporting yourself as you coughed violently, hand ghosting over your own neck. "That's more like it." He scoffed. You remained on the ground, tears now rapidly falling down as they landed against the wood underneath you, pooling as you choke on your own sobs. 

Your fingers harshly dug into the floor, nails scraping as your hands formed into fists while trembling. You remained there until it was late, hiding as you tried to calm yourself down. Before you came to realize it, the sun was long gone, only the moon in sight along with the shining stars, blanketing the night sky.

Slowly standing up as your legs trembled, you dusted off your plain white kimono with a purple obi wrapped around your waist. Sighing softly, you walked back onto the engawa, making your way past the rooms before finding your own. It was small and away from the main state, which was only natural.

After washing up, you walked into your room, laying out your futon until a knock was heard. Knitting your brows together, you wondered who it could be so late, especially at this hour. Nonetheless, you slid open the tatami door, finding a male servant. "The lord is asking for your presence. Follow me." 

You widen your eyes. "But I am indecent! May I change first?" You said in a hurry, being dressed in a long white fitted nightdress with a long black and silky kimono robe over it. "No. He said it was rather urgent." He dismissed you, beginning to walk off as you could only walk out, shutting your door and following after him in a slight panic.

What could the young lord possibly want with you at such an ungodly hour? If anything, he should be resting right about now. So many questions flooded your mind, you hadn't realized the man before you halted until you nearly bumped into his back. You were now in the main estate towards the back, where the yard was and where the moonlight casted all of its glory.

Hearing the servant knock, you bowed down along with him at the door. "Go ahead." The man reached to slide the door open, revealing both of your figures to the young head. "I have brought her upon your request, my lord." The servant explained. "Good, you're dismissed." He brushed him off, and you heard the man stand up and leave and until his footsteps were no longer in earshot, you found your own voice.

"Excuse my indecency, my lord. I was told you called upon me urgently. Is there anything I can assist you with?" You inquired formally, eyes shut as you lifted your head slightly to place your palms on the floor, elbows folded. "Come inside." He demanded, and you tried to hold in your shock, standing up and stepping inside before then sliding shut the door behind you.

That left the room dark, nothing but the moonlight that casted in through the tatami doors remained, illuminating the room with its softened glow. You kneeled near the door once again, but you froze at the sound of his voice. "Come here." Naoya told you, and you glanced up, opening your eyes to see him sitting near the end of the room, atop a cushion where it was shaded.

You obeyed, walking up to him before kneeling down. Just as you were about to place your hands on top of your lap, you felt his hand abruptly grab your jaw and tug you towards him. Hands landing on the floor as you supported yourself off the ground, your eyes flickered up at him with shock. 

Meeting his cold gaze, you saw a smirk tug the corner of his lips as you began to tremble from fear. It was displayed on you so clearly no matter how hard you tried to hide it. "Gojo, (Name). That's the name your mother gave you. It's almost like she wanted you to have a hard life after being sold to our clan. Imagine that? Your own mother abandoning and selling you?" His tone held a clear mocking tone, and you could only tremble.

"Now you serve your own half siblings and their father; a Zen'in." He paused, eyes taking in your figure before he frowned. "How utterly pathetic." He pushed your face away, your head abruptly turning from the force as you then widened your eyes, tears stinging the corners. You heard him get up, walking behind you before his hand reached over to wrap around your wrists, pulling you back against him.

"Imagine how they would feel, had you finally left. Ran away." He whispered into your ear, his breath brushing against your skin as his hand slid your opened robe down from your shoulders, revealing more of your skin. You felt something strange stir inside you at the feeling of his fingers brushing against your bare skin, it felt warm.

Sliding down the rest of your robe down your shoulders, now pooling on the floor underneath you, his face dug into the side of your head as he pulled you closer into his chest. "Imagine how they would feel if you became someone equal to their standing in this household." Your eyes widened, realization dawning on you like a lightbulb being switched on.

He smirked against your ear, and in an instant, you were turned around and pinned to the ground. Naoya held down your hands by holding your wrists as you stared up at him with wide eyes. Naoya admired the sight of you, underneath him with your hair sprawled on the ground underneath you, wearing but a white dress that was pure as you. 

Beautiful as you.

He truly wanted nothing more than to make you his. The second he laid eyes on you three months ago, he had been following and keeping tabs on you, but it never occurred to him to look through the servants documents in order to search for your name and family history. To think you were a Gojo, even if there was only one powerful sorcerer among their bloodline, imagine a Zen'in with their blood.

Regardless of that possible fact, he wanted you. And he was gonna make you his, you will no longer serve anyone, but him and his needs. Grinning down at your form, he moved to press his lips against yours, and you merely followed his lead. You wouldn't resist, it would mean defying your lord, and who knows what punishment that action would have. 

You were inexperienced, but you tried your best, mimicking his movements. But you couldn't keep up, his lips were moving quickly and desperately, tongue forcing itself into your mouth as your eyes were shut tightly, a faint whine escaping your lips as he explored your mouth.

Naoya smirked against your lips upon hearing the sweet sound to leave you, which encouraged him to do more. Everything was turning warm, and the feeling of him further pressing into your mouth, the more oxygen you ran out of. He pulled away, watching you gasp for air. Panting, you stared up at him with a flushed face, crimson painting your cheeks.

"Such a beauty." He whispers softly, removing his hand to place his palm beside your head, the other one caressing your face as he lowered it to your neck, and he glanced down. It was only until then did he notice a small bruise towards the side of your neck near the back, causing him to frown deeply. 

Grabbing your chin, he turned your head to the side. "What is this?" He inquired, and already knowing what he was referring to, you could only remain silent, eyes down casting. "Answer me." He demanded stiffly, and you eventually did. "I was grabbed there, my lord." You tried to be curt, not going into detail.

But alas, he insisted. "Who was it?" He demanded now, and you avert your gaze, knitting your brows. "My half oldest brother, my lord." You forced out of your lips, feeling his fingers softly graze over the  bruises before a scoff left his lips. "Why do you still protect them?" He questioned, but all you could do was remain silent.

Naoya frowned at that, but his hand trailed down from your neck to your chest, ghosting over your collarbones as he stared down at you, watching the way your eyes sealed shut and a slight knit settled between your eyebrows. Grinning, he suddenly stood up, and you sat up immediately, looking up at him as he continued to look down at your frame.

"Get up." 

You immediately did as told, standing to your full height before him as you became too aware of how he towered over your shorter body. Naoya stepped towards you, now standing directly in front of you as there was nearly no space left in between you, and you felt as if this sudden mist was overtaking your senses. 

His hands trailed up your arms, stopping at your shoulders until he lowered the straps of your dress, and your entire body stilled. He smirked, leaning his face into the side of yours as he lowered them all the way down your arms, until the dress finally pooled at your feet, leaving you utterly bare before the young head.

Your entire body grew hot, and you couldn't tell if it was from embarrassment, or the way Naoya grabbed your bare waist, pulling your body flush against his as he snaked a single arm around your back, his other hand grabbing your chin in order to tilt your head up. Eyes connecting with his own, he gazes at you with a sly smile before kissing you.

Naoya guided your arms to wrap around his neck, proceeding to grab your thighs and force them around his hips, carrying you in his arms before lowering himself back o to the floor, lips moving against your soft ones, biting down into your bottom lip with his teeth, his eyes fluttered open to see your face, watching how flustered you were with every touch, every graze, just anything.

Grabbing a fist full of your hair, he pulled your head back, and littered your neck and chest with kisses as your hold on his shoulders became tight, small gasps and whines escaping your parted lips. This was progressing quickly, and all you could do was follow the rhythm of his movements as you were but a clueless maid.

Eventually, he undid his robe, having you lay down below him once more as he continued to mark your skin, leaving trails of bruises and marks, and the noises that left you were all but encouragement to him and his actions. Eyes squeezing shut, Naoya softly trailed his hands along your sides and stopped at your waist, his face dug into your neck as he kissed, bit, and sucked at your sensitive spots.

Panting lightly, your legs tightened around his waist as you tugged him closer, hands running along his broad back while you traced his muscles with your fingers. "my lord" you breathed, and he pulled away from kissing your neck. "Naoya. Call me Naoya." He demanded, and you didn't have time to refute his words before he abruptly pulled away and sat up.

You blinked in surprise, glancing down as he lifted your leg over his shoulder, eyes staring into yours rather intensely as he slightly turned his head to the side and trailed kisses along your legs, pulling you closer towards him. "After this, you belong to me. Understand? Nobody can order you around but me." Naoya spoke to you but his tone was possessive, demanding. 

You nodded your head, a soft breath escaping your parted lips as he continued to trail his hands along your body, kneeling right in between your legs as he dragged you down by your hips. You stared up at the ceiling, dazed and mind foggy as you anticipated his entrance, your heart beating to the sound of your heat and dripping warmth.

He was drawn in by your smell, the sight of you waiting and longing for him at the same time as he positioned himself to your entrance, and you felt him graze your sensitivity, a whine leaving your lips as you shut your eyes. Naoya leaned over your smaller frame, pressing his forehead to your temple while leaning into his elbows, his body pressing flush against yours.

Snaking your hand to reach around his back and hold onto his shoulders, your legs tightened around him as you felt what your body desired the most press into your folds until he finally sank himself into your warmth, and your entire body writhed at the burning feeling of him stretching you. Tears filled your waterline at the overwhelming burning yet pleasant sensation you felt as you hugged his length. 

A gasp was forced out of your lips, and his face further burrowed into the side of yours as his hot breath hit your skin. "Good. So good." He whispered in breathes, further pressing himself into you with a low sound venerating deep within his chest. Naoya loved the feeling of your tightening walls around him, and that was such an addictive sensation that he could describe it as none other than a drug.

His hips slowly pulled back before sinking into you again, and your mouth gaped, head tipping back into the floor as he moved inside of you at a gut wrenching pace. Moaning softly, your fingers dug into his back as you tried to release the remaining tension in your body, back arching off the ground while your eyes rolled into the back of your skull as he hit such a deep and sensitive spot within you.

It made you writhe, cry in pleasure as he breathed against your skin heavily, filling you to the brim and burrowing himself deep into your womb. Your mind felt foggy and blurry, nothing but sweet ecstasy burning your entire body. At some point his pace quickened, and your noises grew more sloppy and loud, heels digging into his back as your fingers entangled through his hair.

And once you felt that warmth pouring out of your body like lava, you moaned loudly, roughly tugging onto his locks, an act that earned a deep groan from Naoya, he eyes watching your face as waves of overwhelming pleasure rippled your body, especially when he didn't slow down his pace or give you time to recover as it built up again.

Your teary and glossy eyes met his, parted lips panting and at the sight of you, he grinned in satisfaction. He loved the fact that he was able to make you succumb to him and feel such pleasure, something only he could do. Pressing his forehead against yours, your panting mouths entangled together, and he desperately moved against you, deep and rough in every way as you whined and whimpered in return.

"Like that? Hm?" He bemused once pulling away from your heated kiss, still smirking as you couldn't find words to respond, your entire face blossoming with heat as sweat formed at your forehead. Still smiling, his hand lifted to run over it, swiping your hair from your forehead as some of it began to stick from the sweat. 

Naoya was also sweating, skin glistening as a thin layer covered his skin. A tired smile stretched your lips, and you also moved the hair from his forehead with the palm of your hand, but you gasped, fingers entangling with his locks again as another orgasm reached your body, and he watched you in awe as you moaned his name sweetly, head tipping back you your eyes fluttered shut. 

He then moved his head, digging his face into your neck as he kissed your skin, tasting the sweat that was salty against his tongue. Nonetheless, he kissed your skin, a deep frown settling between his brows as he felt himself start to twitch. 

Naoya slid his hand underneath your neck, fingers entangling through your hair as he made you look at him with lidded eyes. "I'm gonna fill you up. And you're gonna take it all, okay?" His brows rose simultaneously, and you smiled at his words, cupping his face. "That would be a pleasure, my lord, Naoya." He didn't seem to care that you called him that, but a grin stretched his lips.

That's right, you were his. He was your lord, and you'd do anything for him, even take his seed as it filled your womb to the brim, until your belly was swollen with his child. "Yeah? You're gonna take it well?" He taunted, and you nodded your head again, still smiling gently. His movement grew sloppy, now he just ruthlessly bucked his hips into yours and you moaned and mewled softly, hands trailing back to his nape and tugging his hair until that same bubble burst within you.

This time, Naoya came down with you, panting breathily as his forehead pressed to your shoulder, hands tightening over the matted floor as he thrusted every last of his seed inside of you, filling you to the brim as a soft whine left your lips, eyes shut tight as you override your sweet orgasm. 

“Good job in taking me, you have my praise.” 

You couldn't possibly ask for more. 

[erensbiscuit]

Zoro x Fem!Reader

WARNINGS: NSFW, scars..? ps. this was supposed to go into one of my fics so apologies for the lack of context :)

Two days had passed since then, and you couldn't find it in yourself to be around Zoro. You felt a bit relieved that he actually forgave you, but you couldn't stop yourself from feeling guilty even if it was a total accident. Also, the way he acted the other day left things feeling off for the both of you, or perhaps it was just your imagination.

Every time you were in the same room together, even if by coincidence, you end up getting left alone with each other. 

All of a sudden, the air turns stiff. It feels like this dark invisible mist fills the room and swirls around the air between you, making it nearly impossible to breathe properly.

Your mind turns rather hazy so you always leave and avoid being alone with him, especially when you could feel his lingering gaze and piercing eyes follow your every move like a serpent. It genuinely makes you think that he was still upset with you and didn't forgive you, but that made you question why he acted the way he did the other day. 

It was confusing and a bit frustrating, so instead of being direct with him, you just remained inside the library for the majority of the time and read many of the books there. You had already finished about twelve, which was a lot. You liked books and how the pages smelled, and the overall vibes they had and how different or similar they are to each other.

It was already late, the sun having just sunk back into the horizon as nothing was left but the remaining hues, the full moon beginning to make its presence known by showing its pale light that casted onto the windows, illuminating the room you were currently in; the library.

You slipped back the one you just finished in its original place before you quickly began glancing around, searching for your next read with a concentrated look. You completely failed to notice Zoro, who silently made his way down the ladder after lifting some weights, his eyes landing on your figure that faced away from him, scanning the shelves. 

You wore a sage green nightdress that was laced and nicely hugged your figure, especially your curves as it reached a little above your mid thigh. And the scars to contrast against your skin were everywhere, adorning every inch of your body in small stripes, almost that of a tiger. Those scars did nothing to hide your beauty that radiated from out and within, they were nothing but an addition. With and without them, you were beautiful regardless. 

They were like jewels. Nothing but accessories. 

Zoro began to walk towards you, approaching from behind like a stealthy fox as the sound of his footsteps were washed away by the waves like footprints in the sand. You were unaware of his presence, looking up at a book that had caught your eyes as you read along the spine, stretching your arm to reach for it only to fall short by quite a bit. You were about to get on your toes until you saw another arm reach for it, snatching it from its spot before they lowered it right in front of you.

You grabbed the book, feeling something warm pour into your back at your sudden awareness of his presence. You didn't need to look to know who it was, you could tell by his arm alone. Maybe it was your hawk eye that was good at noticing every detail and being able to quickly tell things apart from each other. Or maybe it was that same thickness in the air that began to engulf you like a mist. 

You held onto the book tightly, holding it to your chest as his body warmth poured into your own, your face flushing with heat, not sparing your neck or ears. It was like you were standing in front of a fire, and the feeling of his fingers tracing the back of your arm felt like the heat was licking your sensitive skin. 

You could barely breathe.

Zoro traced your scars, feeling the texture of your skin before trailing his fingers up your arm and over your shoulder. You remained silent, your breathing picking up as the heat on your face grew feverish. You couldn't bring a word out of your throat, nothing. He then gathered your hair with his hand and sweeped it to the side, over your shoulder as he now exposed your nape, his touch making electricity run down your spine.

Zoro lowered his head near your nape, his breathing fanning over your naked skin, making your hold on the book tighten, your knuckles nearly turning white from the death grip until his lips ghosted over your skin, and he proceeded to place a soft kiss on the back of your neck. You squeezed your eyes shut, hearing him hum, the sound vibrating his chest.

Lowering his hands and ghosting his fingers over your sides, he grabbed yours hips, placing yet another kiss onto your nape, two kisses turning into three, until you lost count from your frying mind, small and soft gasps escaping your mouth as he did more than just kiss your skin, his tongue and teeth being put to use as well. 

You breathed heavily, lidded eyes glancing down at the book that had slipped from your hands, which were now gripping the edge of the shelf to release the increasing tension from the way he controlled you with his mouth alone. Every inch of your body was burning hot, fraying your fuzzy mind that failed to think straight.

He pressed himself against your back, leaning down over your shoulder and sucking onto your skin as your hands eventually found his hair, and you tugged on his locks, earning a groan as he continued to nip and suck at your skin, leaving trails of bruises behind. His arms snaked around your stomach and he further pressed himself against you while trapping you against him. 

You began to feel something hard poke your behind, it didn't take long for you to guess what it was as you shut your eyes, mouth still agape as you whimpered slightly. You wanted to feel more of him, melt into his skin and overtake him from the inside until he could no longer breathe. Arching your back, you pushed your hips back and grinded your ass against his hardness, earning another groan as he bucked his hips further into your ass, and you gasped at how big he felt.

"zoro" you breathed his name softly, and he gripped onto your hips, holding you in place before moving you up and down against his hard cock, and you whined, your hands gripping the shelves again as you ground yourself against him, further arching your back to feel him closer to where you needed him the most. Heat pooled between your legs, soaking your dampened underwear as you whined in desperation. 

Sitting on the cushions, he brought you into his lap, arms still holding your hips as you began to lean forward slightly. "please zoro." You whined softly, begging like a bitch in heat. The male grinned at your words, his hands snaking under your nightdress. "Really?" He smiled, and you hummed in response. "You want it?" He inquired, and you felt your face flush at the way he phrased it. "Ye-yeah." 

"You want me to fill you up with my cock right? That's what you want?" Your face nearly exploded from heat, your hands tightening around his knees. "Want me to fuck you?" Squeezing your eyes shut, you nodded. "Yes!" He chuckled deeply, the sound vibrating into your back as you felt his hands grab your bare ass and run up your hips as he pushed you up slightly.

You heard him undo his zipper, the sound of his clothes shifting met your ears until he grabbed a hold of your hips again. You raised yourself off of him, and he hooked his thumb along your underwear and moved it to the side, exposing your bare pussy, and you felt him remove a hand off your hip to grab a hold of his dick. 

Zoro probed at your entrance with his tip and you arched your back at the sensation with a whimper, and he rubbed himself against your needy folds before eventually pushing at your sensitivity, his hand taking it's hold back onto your hip before he pushed you down in an instant, and you gasped loudly, nearly screaming as he forcefully and harshly penetrated your tight walls that pulsated around him.

You wanted to cry. Your eyes were already brimmed with tears due to how you felt so full of him already, as if he was suffocating you with his dick alone. He was so fucking big. Not only in length, but in girth. He felt thick and rough, and Zoro groaned at the way your walls squeezed around him, head tipping back on the cushions as his fingers dug into your hips. 

"to-too much." You stuttered at the burning stretch, choking as your walls were still trying to adjust to the harsh penetration, aching as they fluttered around his cock. "Too much?" He retorted, but he groaned at the feeling of your walls tightening, hugging him snugly. 

"Be a sweetheart and take it like a good girl, hm?" He leaned into your ear, and you breathed deeply, slowly nodding your head as you felt him start kissing and sucking on your skin, distracting you from the ache, pain turning to pleasure, especially when you began to move on top of him, rocking your hips back and forth. Your mouth gaped open, and you moaned at how good he felt when his dick moved inside of your walls, your mind fogging as nothing was left but pleasure.

Heck, you never anticipated this. You didn't expect that tension in between you was nothing but carnal desire, and the way he looked at you made you realize that he was practically fucking you with his eyes alone, and you could feel his lust towards you, and this time it wasn't because you were controlling it. Instead, you awakened it, his underlying lust and desires, to which he directed straight towards you and enveloped you in a mist.

Now he bounced you on his cock, and you loudly gasped and moaned when he hit that good spot which made you nearly see stars. His hands roamed and grabbed at your body, looking down at where you connected as you practically absorbed his cock. It took mere minutes for you to release, coating him in your juices as you whimpered and moaned, to which he quickly took back control by grabbing your hips.

This time, Zoro met your thrusts halfway, his hips bucking into yours as he hardened and quickened his pace, hearing you moan uncontrollably as he ruthlessly abused your aching cunt that was sore from your release, and you ended up coming a second time, squirting on him as your moans sounded jumbled and a mess, whines escaping your throat from the extra sensitivity you felt from overstimulation.

Your mind was a mess, you couldn't keep track of the time from the way he was fucking you, your brain far too frayed to think straight. You both panted heavily, and your hands tightened their hold on his knees, on his pants as you moaned every time he sunk into your plush walls that made him want to bang his head at how good you felt around him. His hands slid up your waist as he leaned back on the cushion with his head thrown back, chest heaving with every pant.

You were gasping for air as you balanced yourself on him, arching your back to press further against him and you nearly saw stars from the angle, especially when his dick reached deeper inside you. Moaning softly, Zoro groaned as his hold tightened on your waist, feeling your walls stutter around his cock as you came with a breathless moan. At the feeling of your walls milking him, he finally felt himself reach that edge as he pulled out and came in between your thighs.

You felt his cum drip down your thighs, but you genuinely couldn't think straight enough to care as you fell into his chest, your mind but a foggy mess. Zoro fucked you dumb, and that made him chuckle, the sound vibrating your spine as he began to place chaste kisses along your neck and shoulder. "You did so well, sweetheart." He praised you. That night, he took care of you under everyone's nose as they were in deep sleep.

[erensbiscuit]

Taiju x Fem!Reader

WARNINGS: violence & NSFW

Staring down at the same ground you sat on, you slowly lifted your head up, cheek throbbing in pain that forced a small wince from your lips, hand gingerly touching your cheek as the figure came back to view once you fully lifted your head. 

"Still wanna tell me what to do?" His tone was as mocking as the smirk to stretch his lips, making you want to scowl. "Shut up." You spat, moving to get back on your feet, but you were stopped by a foot stomping down on your thigh. A yelp left your lips as he forced you to sit back down, digging the heel of his shoe into your thigh.

Groaning in pain, you moved to grab his ankle, attempting to push his leg away, but you were no match for his strength. Your attempt to push his foot made him angry instead, and he lifted his foot from your thigh, which made you exhale in relief, but it was short lived. He swung down his foot, heel digging into your thigh, and you could feel it against your femur, making you cry in pain. 

"Stop!" You screamed, tears streaming down your face, hands still around his ankle except your hold was now loose. "Apologize for trying to get into my business." He demanded, and you could only glare up at him in return. There was no way in hell you'd apologize to some jerk kicking a poor animal in the alleyway, you were glad you stepped in and the dog got away, even if that made you his next target.

"Fuck you, asshole." You spat, watching him scowl at you, you moved to forcefully lift your leg, catching him by surprise as he finally stumbled back. You moved to get up before he could pull something again, the sound of his footsteps making adrenaline pump through your veins, but you picked up the sound of another pair at a much quicker pace. Looking up just in time, you saw a flash of black hair suddenly come into your view, and you saw the stranger punch the kid right in his cheek, and the kid flew further into an alleyway with a cry of pain and a thud as he landed on the ground. 

Your eyes widened in shock, the stranger took it further by continuously punching the kid, straddling his torso while beating his face, and you could only watch as his back moved with every swing of his arms, the legs laying underneath twitching with every punch. His grunts from the pain eventually faded into nothing but the sound of fists repeatedly landing on his face, making you shiver. 

"W-Wait..." you trailed off, shakily getting up while using the wall as support, a whimper leaving your lips at the throbbing ache in your thigh, and when you stepped on the ground, a sharp pain shot through it, forcing you to cry out in pain. Falling back onto the floor, you grabbed your thigh, panting heavily as it began to throb even more, the pain even more unbearable. 

The sound of footsteps caught your attention, making you glance up to see the stranger with black hair split through the middle, amber eyes staring down at your figure on the floor. A small sweat formed at your temple, he was tall, and intimidating by his appearance alone, the look on his face was stoic yet somehow deadly. You couldn't stop yourself from glancing back at the kid lying on the ground, and you gasped at the sight of his face, bruised and busted, nose crooked to one side and bleeding. 

You didn't have time to assess his condition any longer as you were grabbed by your arm and pulled up to your feet so effortlessly it made you fear uncomfortably swirl inside your stomach. You purposely avoided your foot meeting the ground, and the stranger who looked to be around your age didn't fail to notice, his brows furrowing together. "Can you walk?" He asked, his voice low with a slight roughness to it. 

"No." You answered, the thought of having to walk making you wince, a small furrow settling between your brows. Without saying anything, you were suddenly pulled onto his back without much of an effort on his part, he grabbed your arms and forced them around his neck before grabbing the bottom of your thighs, lifting you further up his back while you adjusted to the sudden position. 

"Where do you live?" He asked, and you blinked in shock. Why was this stranger who beat the kid into a pulp was now helping you? Well, he probably beat him up because he saw him picking on you, but why would he go out of his way to do something like that? You didn't understand. Was it really okay to tell this stranger your address?

Hesitant, you merely told him to turn around and leave the alleyway. Before turning left, and without realizing it, you ended up giving him directions to your house anyway, and he silently listened. "It's the last house on the right." You spoke silently into his ear, feeling tired, though the dull ache in your thigh kept you from completely falling asleep as its throbbing grew harsh every couple of minutes. 

Still, your eyes grew heavy, and you were struggling to remain awake. "Thank you..." you whispered softly, before you were overtaken by a blanket of darkness that made you grow limp against him. "Hey." He called, furrowing his brows at the sound of your soft breathing being the only thing he got as a response. Clicking his tongue in annoyance, he adjusted you slightly before continuing his way to your house that was already in sight. 

Years had passed since then, and you still can't remember how you ended up inside your house laying on your bed with a blanket draped over your body. You asked your parents who stared at you as if you grew a second head, making you give up on asking altogether, even your brother didn't have a damn clue. 

Sighing, you were currently walking down the same alleyway from years back, where you first encountered the stranger, the memory now replaying in your mind. It was so faint yet so vivid, and it made an unfamiliar feeling swirl in your chest. Swaying the grocery bag you held in your hand, your free hand ran along the wall as you trailed down the alley lazily. You got some groceries to make some of your favorite food as a treat for doing well in your finals. 

The sound of faint voices made its way to your ears, making you frown in confusion since you were in your neighborhood, and it was unusual for there to be that many people around at this time of the day. Though you heard some rumors that this gang had been around for a while, thankfully you hadn't run into them, but perhaps your luck ran out today.

As you walked closer, you slowed down your pace and trailed against the wall of the alleyway, hiding behind it to peek your head over carefully, and you widen your eyes at the sight of an entire group of men dressed in white coats with some characters you didn't care to read etched in the back, quickly bringing your head back as your heartbeat picked up its pace.

How were you gonna get home? What if they come over and find you? Will they beat you up? Leave you alone? Or maybe even kill you? You didn't know how to fight, let alone that many men against a single girl? Sure you did boxing up until the end of middle school but that didn't mean you were pro enough to go against this many people, it's a one vs one sport anyway! Plus, as much as you hate to admit it, you'll never be able to surpass the strength of a man since you were a woman, and that thought alone is terrifying. 

Your heartbeat sounded loud in your ears, breath picking up as you contemplated what you should do, and all that made you blind to the people steadily approaching behind you. Clenching your fists, your gripped tightened onto the handle of the bag, realizing that panic won't do you any good. Maybe you should wait until they leave, or go back to safety where there's civilization, like the store.

The feeling of something harshly wrapping around your wrist made you gasp in horror, making you turn to look back at a man that towered over your obviously shorter frame, making you freeze, a lump forming in your throat while you lifted your head quickly, eyes soon connecting with a pair of amber ones. "What do we have here?" His voice made a shiver run down your spine, watching the way he cocked his head to the side, a single brow raised as he looked down at you in an indifferent manner. 

His hair was dark blue with streaks of a lighter shade, and he was huge, that red coat he wore didn't do justice to hide the muscles hiding underneath. "What should we do boss?" One of the men behind him spoke, they were dressed in white coats like the ones you saw luring just around the corner. Flickering your gaze back up at him in terror, you watched a look flash across his features, his hold on your wrist tightening, making you wince.

"Go ahead without me. I won't be long." He demanded, and they immediately left, disappearing from your sight as you were left with this excuse of an utter beast. "I-I wasn't- I-" you stuttered, words catching in your throat while your mind seemingly raced. "You...look familiar." He spoke, and you stiffened, blinking away the tears that threatened to spill from your eyes. "H-huh..?" 

I look familiar?

"You...ah!" He suddenly exclaimed, an eerie smile stretching his otherwise scowling face while you only stared up at him in silence due to your ongoing shock. "You're that little girl who was getting beat on by some kid." He clarified, as if you'd remember what he was referring to. "I-I don't know what...you're..." you trailed off, and his smile vanished. 

"It was right here. In this alleyway. I saved you, do you not remember?" He questioned, leaning into your face as you blinked, realization dawning over your features as you looked into the same amber eyes from back then. Oh gosh, he was still tall and intimidating, though this time he was more buff, which only added to his scary appearance. 

"I do...it's just...you've changed. A lot." You admitted, blinking owlishly, and he tugged you closer to him before backing you against the wall, lowering his face down to your level, and all you could do was let out a gasp from the sudden movement, breath catching in your throat at his scrutinizing gaze. "You, just look more mature. Didn't change much." He spoke, and your brows knitted together.

He then let go of your wrist, backing away. "Get out of here. This isn't a place for someone like you." He suddenly proclaimed, and you stared up at him in shock before your brows knitted together. "What? This is my neighborhood! You're the one who should leave with that pile of...dogs..!" You exclaimed unsurely, feeling angry that he would try and make you leave your own neighborhood. 

"Hunh?!" He shouted, and you flinched in fear, eyes widening as he stared down at you, slowly stepping closer. "You tryna tell me what to do? Someone weak like you?" He scoffed in disbelief, hand smacking against the wall beside your head as he leaned down and into your face once more, making you unconsciously back further into the wall. 

"That...doesn't matter. You shouldn't harass and pick on innocent people. I thought you out of everyone would at least understand since you've defended me in the past."  You declared, watching him knit his brows together, eyes narrowing. "That was in the past, sweetheart. I'm a different man now that violence is a part of my life, and you should also realize that already." 

Softening your brows, you pulled onto your bottom lip, eyes narrowing as you looked at him in disappointment. "If you want me to leave so badly, then take away your mob since they're in the way." You informed, and his brows raised simultaneously, body pulling away. "Still live around the corner huh? We were just leaving anyway." He said, looking at you once more before turning away and disappearing around the corner. You let out a breath of relief you hadn't realized you were even holding, brows knitting softly.  

Just what happened to him?

Unbeknownst to you, his mind remained on the clear disappointment that flashed through your features, making his chest fill with an uncomfortable feeling he'd remember feeling at some point in his life, but it had been too long for him to remember what it was or what it meant. Though he was sure he didn't like the thought of you feeling something like that, towards him of all people too. He didn't know why it affected him this much. Clenching his fists, he ordered everyone to follow him, leaving the neighborhood altogether. 

Days had passed since your last run in with the "stranger" and you found your mind straying towards him every while without your consent. Furrowing your brows, you grabbed your coat and put it over your long sleeve turtleneck short dress that was made from wool to fight the cold weather. It was Christmas, and you wanted to take a walk to clear your mind, albeit the freezing weather.

Your parents weren't home due to a business trip despite it being a holiday. Well it was more of a getaway if you were honest, they just preferred the word "business" like it would excuse the fact they leave their children at home. Well, you were the only one here, your brother spending the holidays with his long term girlfriend like always. Sighing softly, you began to put on your footwear, grunting softly as you finally slipped the last pair on.

Reaching the doorknob, you twisted it open before pulling the door, feeling the cold wind immediately hit your face as your hair blew softly. Then you froze in your spot, eyes widening at the sight of the same man you couldn't get out of your head standing there with his red coat, a scratch on the side of his face, the look on his face was unusually calm. 

Blinking, you tilted your head to the side as a frown settled onto your face. "What are you doing here..?" You inquired, watching his eyes that only remained on you until he took a step back. "I'm not sure." He answered, and your frown deepened. Feeling another gust of cold wind, you shivered, and reached to grab his hand and pull him inside despite his large figure, but he didn't seem to resist as he walked into your home, and you closed the door immediately, the cold still in your system. 

Turning to face him, you looked up at his face, and the look he held made you think he was far in his thoughts. "(Name)." You said, and he finally turned to look at you, brows raising simultaneously. "I just realized we don't know each other's name." You said, and he remained silent for a while until finally speaking.

"Shiba Taiju." 

You smiled. "(Surname) (Name)." You said again before gesturing towards the hall with a nod of your head, hands moving to take off your coat. "Take a seat in the living room. I'll bring some tea to help warm you up." You offered, hanging your coat on the side of the wall before taking off your shoes. Taiju also removed his shoes and coat, leaving him in a white dress shirt that hugged his muscles, not leaving much to the imagination. You blushed lightly at the thought. 

Leading him down the hall, you told him to sit down on the couch before you left to the kitchen right behind, preparing tea before putting both cups on a tray, walking towards the living room and placing it on the coffee table while taking a seat on the sofa across from Taiju. Leaning back into your seat, you watched him grab the cup and take a careful slip, making you smile at the unusual sight. 

"Is it okay? Too hot?" You asked softly, and he shook his head, leaning against the back of the couch after placing the ceramic cup back onto the coffee table. His shirt tightened around his torso and chest at the change of position, and you could see the outline of the muscles adorning his stomach and chest, the blush on your cheeks deepening. Why were you reacting this way?

"It's fine. I honestly don't know why I came here." He suddenly admitted, making you tilt your head as he lifted his head from the top of the couch, looking straight at you. "But I know it's because of you. My mind subconsciously took me here, and it annoys me so much, but at the same time..." he trailed off, shifting his gaze to the side. 

"Maybe your subconscious took you here for a reason. Did something happen?" You inquired, and he quickly shot you a sharp glare, making you back off the topic altogether. "That's fine. Uhm...but if you don't know...then I can't possibly either." You said, watching him frown slightly. Suddenly, he stood up, walking around the coffee table and towards you, making you back away but he grabbed your wrist and pulled you up from your seat. "It's you. It has to be you. I don't know why or how this started, but I just can't get you out of my mind." He declared, making your eyes widen.

"It's so fucking annoying. I just can't stop thinking about you and that damn look you gave me the other day." He continued, staring at you so intently you could feel as if he could look right into your mind, your very being and soul. It was such a strange feeling, something you never felt before, but it was nothing new with him. Taiju makes you feel things you've never experienced before.

Taiju just felt longing towards you, something like never before. Since the day he met you, his strange behavior of actually helping someone gnawed at his mind, even if he forgot about it overtime, it still remained there in the back of his head. He didn't know how you could bring out such a side of him, and it made him annoyed and frustrated just the same. You drive him insane. Just the thought of you drives him to the near end, and whether it was a bad or good thing, he wasn't sure. 

And when he met you again, his body filled with such relief he never felt before. But relief of what? Actually being able to see you again? That you were doing just fine and unharmed? He always wondered if that kid began bothering you again. Taiju just couldn't bring himself to approach you again, because all he does is cause pain and misery. 

And somehow, he didn't want that for you.

Tightening his hold around your wrist, his frown deepened, and your gaze remained on him. "I also can't get you out of my head. But for some reason, I don't mind that." You admitted, a soft smile stretching your lips. Taiju was shocked by your words, his eyes wide as all he could do was stare at you in silence. Moving your free hand to reach up and cup his cheek, you carefully ran your thumb over the scratch on his face. 

Taiju remained silent, but then he finally moved to sit on the couch, his hold on your wrist gone as your hand fell from his face, and you turned to face him. But he just couldn't stop thinking about your soft smile that was just for him, and your gentle touch that contrasted from his violent fists. You were the exact opposite from him, but he was drawn to you like being mesmerized by the bright stars and pale moon. 

Knitting his brows, he contemplated if he could be gentle with you, touch you in such a careful and gentle manner like you did with him, making his chest spread with warmth. Gosh, he never felt that way before, and that annoyed him. Why can only you bring out such a feeling?

Glancing up from the floor, he looked at you standing in front of him with a concerned look on your pretty face. Flickering his gaze down to your wrist that hung by your side, he reached his hand to grab a hold of it, carefully and gently from his otherwise harsh grip. His fingers softly reached for yours, and he tugged you closer to him, his hand holding yours carefully. As he held your hand, his other one grabbed the end of your sleeve and pulled it up gingerly, and he felt himself grow rigid.

You glanced down at your now bare wrist, eyes landing on the forming bruises from his previous grip. Eyes widening, you quickly pulled your sleeve back down, blinking as you glanced towards his frozen form, his hold on your hand gone as he stood up from the sofa. "Taiju..." you trailed off, and he avoided your gaze, a frown etched into his features. 

He moved to step away, but you panicked, hands landing on his chest to keep him still in his spot, keeping him from moving away as you looked up at him with wide eyes. "Wait...please don't...!" You exclaimed, and he finally looked into your (e/c) orbs. "Don't leave." You begged, breathing growing heavy due to your racing heart, why didn't you want him to leave? You didn't care why, you just wanted him to stay, so you were gonna make him stay.

"I shouldn't be around someone as fragile as you." He stated, and your head shook. "It doesn't hurt! Please, don't go, I promise it doesn't bother me." You explained, and he looked away from you. "It bothers me. For someone who won't hesitate to beat on anyone, I don't want to hurt you." Taiju declared, and your eyes widened in shock.

"Why? Why do you hurt people?" You inquired, and he sighed heavily, sitting back on the couch, leaning back while running a hand over his face. "It's complicated." He merely said, and you moved closer. "I'll listen." You reassured him, watching as Taiju moved to cover his eyes with his forearm, head inclined back over the top of the sofa. Though you were caught by surprise as he reached to grab your arm without pulling away his forearm from his eyes, tugging you forward as you landed on his lap.

"I don't want to talk about it." He admitted, catching you by further surprise as you were much closer, and he lifted his forearm from his eyes to look down at you, and you found a smile stretching your lips. "That's okay. Whenever you want to, I'll be here to listen." You stated, cupping his face as he finally lifted his head from the couch to look at you properly, gaze narrowing. "I don't understand." He said, staring at you in slight confusion. 

"That's fine too." You smiled again, a strong urge overtaking you at the close proximity. Leaning closer, you placed a cautious kiss over his jawline, and you felt him stiffen underneath you as you still straddled his lap. Pulling away, you felt embarrassed at the action, especially at his reaction which led you to assume he clearly didn't like it. 

"I'm so sorry! I-" you were cut off by his lips that quickly covered yours, you were taken aback but you quickly melted into him, your hands wrapping around his neck and pulling him closer. Taiju relished the feeling of your soft lips, his hands moving to grab your waist and pull you closer, though it just wasn't enough. His hands moved to your exposed thighs, your dress had ridden up to your hips from your close proximity. 

He slid them under your dress, grabbing your hips and pushing you down, making you gasp, and he quickly shoved his tongue inside your mouth, tasting your cavern as he deepened the kiss, lips constantly moving against yours as his pace grew desperate, his hands sliding up and down from your waist to your thighs. Heat engulfed your body, making you feel feverish as something grew hard underneath you, and your underwear grew soaked as his hips bucked upwards, his grip on your hips tightening, fingers digging into the soft flesh. 

Your lungs were burning for air, eyes hot and glossy as he didn't give your time to process anything, but he pulled away from the kiss, finally allowing you a much needed deep breath for air until his lips latched over yours again. The bulge in his pants grew, and your underwear practically soaked them as you continued to helplessly buck your hips, grinding down to feel his hardness press further into your walls, forcing a whine and mewl from your throat that Taiju swallowed greedily.

The pressure made your eyes roll back, breathing ragged and heavy as he also bucked his hips and held you down, making you feel how big he was underneath, and it didn't even compare to the actual size, the mere thought made your mouth go dry. He pulled away, and you didn't waste a second as you pressed kisses onto his neck, prepping them everywhere as your hands ran up and down his chest and stomach, occasionally on his shoulders as you squeezed them tightly. 

The both of you were starved, hips helplessly grinding and bucking, dry humping each other for the extra friction. "Please." You found yourself saying, kissing his neck before latching your lips onto his skin, sucking and licking softly as his breathing was heavy and quick. Suddenly, you felt a heat pour from your core, making you let out a strangled whine, eyes fluttering back. Taiju chuckled, making you blush in embarrassment as it was only from merely grinding on his hardness. 

"How cute." He grinned, and you looked at him in a daze, catching his sharp canines that flashed with his smile. You smiled lazily, hand trailing down his chest and over the obvious tint in his pants that were damp due to your wet underwear, and he groaned at the touch, his hand reaching to grab your wrist. "Growing desperate now, are we?" He questioned, and without a warning he wrapped an arm around your back before standing up, your arms and legs moving to wrap around his neck and torso as he carried you effortlessly. 

Taiju walked into your room, and you didn't question how he knew since you were sure he'd been here before from when he carried you all those years ago. Kicking the door shut, he walked to your bed, throwing you as you bounced on the mattress while landing on your back, whereas he climbed after you.

He didn't waste another second, using his knees to support himself, he slipped his hands under your dress and removed it completely, your bra and panties following, leaving you bare before him as he engraved the sight into his memory, his staring making you grow embarrassed since he was still completely dressed. Sitting up, you began to unbutton his shirt, and he watched as you eventually reached the last button, running your hands over his shoulders as you pushed his open shirt back until he completely removed it. 

Your hands then unbuttoned his pants, and the bulge grew due to the restraints from the pants being gone, and your eyes widened at the outline of his undoubtedly huge print. Gulping down the saliva in your throat, he pushed you back onto the mattress, now hovering over your smaller frame as he used an arm to prevent himself from crushing you underneath him, his hand wrapping around your thigh and pulling you further down. 

You impatiently wrapped your legs around his torso, and he grinned at your needy behavior, especially at the sight of your bare and dripping cunt. "Don't worry, I'll give it to you in jus' a bit sweetheart." He reassured, making you blush from how obvious you were being with him. You hummed in agreement, and he smirked down at you, slightly pulling away to kneel down before you, he pulled down the last restraint on his boxers, cock springing up and your eyes went wide.

It was huge not only in length but in thickness, veins popping from sides as it was red and leaking precum, and you wanted to sob from the sight of it. No way it could fit, it would split you in literal half, you knew that it would hurt but you were driven by lust and the thought of his huge cock filling your aching and throbbing walls that clenched at the thought of him inside. Whimpering, you threw your head back against the mattress and shut your eyes, feeling a hand grab a hold of your hips. "Be a good girl and take it." He said softly, yet his tone was demanding. 

"O-Okay." You responded, feeling the tip of his head pressing against your entrance until he gave a slight push, and you cried out at how much it immediately stretched your walls that were already tightening around him. "S'too big..!" You cried, eyes growing hot with tears. "Fuck. You're so tight." He groaned, looking down at your red face. "It's barely in." He informed you, and you wanted to cry from his words. "I can't, I can't take it..!" You sobbed, shaking your head with tears streaming down your face. If this was a little bit, how would the entirety of his cock fit inside you?

"I don't care." He stated, and you whined, even though it was uncomfortable, you still wanted him, no, you needed him. "I'll take it. I need it so please do it in one push." You begged, and Taiju smirked at your pitiful pleas, his hands grabbing your hips, and at once he pulled back before driving into your hole, you cried out and he groaned, unable to suppress the noise as your tight walls clenched around his cock uncontrollably that made him want to drive into you without mercy. 

You were sobbing, the painful stretch was too much and tears ran down your cheeks, your breathing now heavy and ragged. "fuck..!" You cried, Taiju leaning over your body as he pressed himself against you, hand cupping your face to wipe away the tears streaming down your cheek. "Good girl. You took it so well." He praised, straining himself from the grunt threatening to leave his lips at the feeling of your walls clenching around his dick.

Taiju prepped your neck and chest with kisses, as you were still adjusting to his size, the pain beginning to fade away after a while as he forced himself to not move, just littering kisses and praising you for taking all of him. You felt so good and looked so beautiful to him, he wanted nothing more than to take this time and show you how much he cares and spoil you before he ruins the fuck out of you. 

The pain faded, it still felt uncomfortable since you weren't used to it but it wasn't entirely bad as before, and Taiju softly licked and kissed a spot on your chest, your hands moved to entangle themselves through his hair, a soft sigh leaving your lips. "Taiju..." you called him, he pulled away to look up at you, now moving to kiss your cheekbone as a hum left his lips in response. "Please..." You pleaded, and he stopped before pulling away slightly as he stared down at your face.

"You sure?" 

"I'm sure." You nodded reassuringly, and he blinked before kissing your forehead, your legs moving to wrap around his hips, your hands playing with his hair until he finally pulled out, making your whimper until he began to thrust into you, and you felt him immediately hit your sweet spot with each thrust, causing you to become a moaning mess from the pleasure you felt, tugging at his locks and running your hands over his back, occasionally gripping into his bare muscles at the feeling of his huge cock filling you up.

Taiju grunted and groaned occasionally, his eyes never leaving you due to how pretty you looked being fucked out by his cock, and he intently listened to every noise you made as he drove himself inside you, your walls clenching around him, trying to milk him dry of all his seed. Looking up at Taiju, you met his amber orbs that stared down at you, and your hand moved to cup his cheek, his own moving to trace his fingers along your arm and wrist, admiring the way you smiled up at him. 

"Taiju..." you mewled softly, fingers fiddling with his ear as you felt a familiar warmth spread down your stomach, head leaning back as you came, Taiju feeling how your walls spasmed and became slippery around his dick, but he managed to keep his pace steady and hard, admiring every single time you moaned, his name occasionally slipping past your lips along with some pleas that your fucked out brain could barely manage to make out.

You were fucked dumb, losing count of that many times you came, was it four? Maybe five? You didn't know, but you felt overstimulated and your body was sore, cramping as he continued to fuck your cunt without missing a single beat, you walls uncontrollably clenching but also sore and abused, your thighs leaking with all your previously releases that undoubtedly soaked the sheets beneath you. 

Taiju finally felt his balls twitch, and he came with a low groan, feeling your walls also tighten as you released at the same time, Taiju released his seed into your womb, stuffing you as your walls were coated white from his cum.. He breathed deeply, finally noticing your limp body on the mattress, and he felt his eyes widen. Your eyes were shut, hair stuck to your neck and face from the sweat to coat your body. He moved to tap your cheek, noticing the way your chest rose and fell with every breath. 

Realizing you must've passed out, he left to grab a towel and cleaned his release from your stomach before also grabbing a water from your kitchen, walking back inside the room to see your lidded eyes blink up at him. "Taiju..?" You asked softly, and he flashed you a smile before sitting against the headboard, pulling your body towards him, chest pressed against your back as he sat you up and made your drink some water. 

"It's okay. We can take a warm bath and I'll take care of you, so relax." He reassured, watching you turn to the side to properly look up at him, he reached to grab the back of your head, pulling you closer to place a kiss atop your head. Smiling softly, you let yourself fall back into the comforting blanket of darkness as Taiju took care of you.

[erensbiscuit]

Eren x Fem!Reader

WARNINGS: NSFW!

The sound of the door to the bedroom opening caught your attention. You were in the bathroom, trying on a new nightdress that you ordered online, and you couldn't help but admire how beautiful it looked in the mirror. It was backless, and there was this lacy see through material under your chest and creeping up the sides, aligning the deep V neck.

Turning off the light to the restroom and opening the door, your eyes landed on your boyfriend laid back on the mattress at the end of the bed facing you. He was still in his dress shirt and pants, tie and blazer thrown to the side of the floor, shoes nowhere in sight.

You smiled at the sight of him, cautiously walking closer to the mattress. He must've heard you because his head shot up, his green eyes landing on you a few feet away. "Come here." He told you, and you immediately obeyed, sitting beside him on the mattress. "How was work?" You inquired, tilting your head.

Eren continued to stare at you. "Same as always." He replied, hand tapping his thigh. "I said come here." He ordered again, and you blinked in realization, a small "oh" leaving your lips as you got on your knees, moving to straddle him as you sat on his lap, his hands taking their place on your hips. "When did you get that?" 

Eren moved his hand to touch your nightdress, fidgeting with the thin spaghetti strap, admiring how pretty you looked. "I ordered it online, it just came in today." You chirped excitedly, the palm of your hands landing on his chest as you leaned forward slightly. "It's pretty. Though it'd look better under different circumstances." He said, a smirk tugging his lips, eyes pulling away from the dress to look up at you.

"H-How..?" You stuttered, feeling heat crawl up your skin under his gaze that felt as if he was undressing you with his eyes alone. Hands tightening around his shirt, you felt his hands run up your bare thighs. "Can you undo the rest of the buttons?" He asked, fingers still tracings and feeling your skin as your now shaky hands fumbled with the buttons on his shirt, undoing them until you reached his stomach.

Eren grabbed your hips, sliding you further down, on his hips. You could feel him already. You could feel the hardness under his pants, bulging as he pressed your hips down, and you gasped very lightly and softly, "c'mon, undo the rest." He encouraged, and you did, finally freeing his chest of the garnet.

Eren smiled, rocking you atop his groin as your eyes fluttered shut at the sensation of his hardness pressing against you. Your underwear was soaking from your heat, pussy pulsing to the beat of your heart as you looked down at him. "Your pa—nts...I'm gonna—ruin them." You drawled, clenching your hands atop his bare chest as he continued to rock you back and forth.

He suddenly sat up and lifted you off his hips, sitting you beside him on the mattress, removing his shirt and standing up, tossing it aside before he shoved you face first into the bed, legs dangling over the end as his hands ran up the bottom of your thighs, grabbing a handful of your ass and groping it tightly, thumbs sliding down to press into your sensitivity, making you whimper, hands clenching the sheets underneath you. 

"Pretty panties you have on you." He spoke gently, hands snaking under your dress to grab the hem of your underwear, pulling them down. "What a shame." He finished, sliding them down your legs before shoving them into his back pocket. He stared down at you, ass and pussy bare for him to see. 

Eren ran his fingers through his hair, tying it into his usual messy bun before grabbing ahold of your bare ass again, hands trailing down to your heat as he pushed his thumb past your lips, sliding them down. You squirm underneath him, whining softly as he teased you by running his fingers over your pussy, teasing your wet hole and rubbing your clit.

You whimpered, back arching in anticipation. "Your fucking soaking (Name)." His low voice sounded through his chest, and you could hear the smirk in his tone. "Barely even done anything." He grinned, pushing you into the mattress before kneeling down, face directly in front of your cunt as his hands grabbed the back of your thighs, pushing them apart.

Your ass was in the air, and he sniffed out your heat, making you flinch slightly until he shoved his mouth against your pussy, and you screamed at how roughly he began to eat you, roughly kissing and nipping at your lips while shoving his tongue against you ruthlessly, making you a whining moaning mess as you cried into the mattress. 

His hands moved over your hips, moving in between your heat as he further forced your thighs apart, shoving his mouth further into your cunt. His tongue felt so warm and soft, and you teared up from how good his tongue felt as he flickered it against your clit, running it over your pussy and shoving it against your aching heat. 

You came, moaning and creaming into and over his mouth as you heard him gulp and slurp against your cunt, the noises making your brain go fuzzy as he swallowed every last drop of your slick. He stood up, letting go of your thighs as you mindlessly glanced over your shoulder, watching him with half lidded eyes as he licked over his lips, licking your remaining juices.

"What a sweet fucking cunt you have." He smiled lazily, drunk off your pussy, how it tasted and smelled as he began to undo his pants, taking out his dripping and red cock as it slapped onto his chest. It was so fucking big and thick you wondered how it was possible to even stand on its own, yet there it was, leaking precum as veins adorned his shaft, ready to fuck your hole.

The sight of it made you whine, ass raising as you begged him to fuck you. "Please Eren." You begged, whining as he grinned down at how needy you were, a playfully scoff escaping his lips before he grabbed your ass, pushing it up along with your nightgown as he slapped his dick against you. "Please what?" He teased, and you frowned, pressing your ass against him only for him to push you into the mattress.

Whining, your hands reached back, flailing everywhere as you tried to grab a hold of him, "Please fuck me." You begged, and he reached out his arms to catch your wrists, pressing your forearms against your back as he folded them, pinning them down with one hand. "Okay princess." He smirked, grabbing his dick and rubbing his tip against your folds, teasing you further as you whined, squirming and writhing until he finally pressed it against your cunt and pressing himself into you.

You whined loudly, drawing out a moan as you felt him stretch you out, your walls burning as he sunk himself into you, forcing himself into your tight walls that spasmed around his thick and girth cock. He groaned, the sound vibrating his chest as the feeling of your walls absorbing his dick, taking in his cock like he trained your tight hole to do every time.

The first time you wouldn't let him in, far too tight until he forced your walls to take him in. Still, everytime he stretched your walls until they were aching, but you grew used to his size overtime, it felt like pure bliss every time he filled you up to the brim. It felt like he was taking over your fucking insides every time, but if also felt so good to be so full by his cock alone. 

You moaned once he pressed himself deep into you, as much as he could. You could feel him in your fucking womb, touching your cervix like it was nothing. Even better? His tip curved right into that good spot that had you a babbling and moaning mess every single fucking time, leaving you utterly fucked dumb, and today was no different.

Moving his other hand to pin your arms, he pulled his hips back before thrusting into you, and you moaned once he immediately hit that spot that made you see stars. He thrusted into you harshly, his pace languid as he took his time fucking into your tight cunt, and you moaned against the mattress, the side of your face pressing against it as drool and tears began to trickle down your face. 

Eren grunted and groaned occasionally, head tipping back as your walls hugged his dick, and you could feel his veins every time your walls tightened around him, feel him down to his shape and every vein to adorn his dick. Feeling your stomach burst with warmth, you moaned loudly, shutting your eyes as they rolled back into your skull as your walls fluttered around his cock. 

He grunted, feeling you squirt against his dick as your juices leaked through the sides every time he fucked back into you. He didn't give you time to come down from your high, letting go of your arms as he grabbed a hold of your hips, thrusting into you at a quicker pace that left you babbling incoherently, whining and moaning loudly as his skin slapped against yours with every thrust. "Eren..!" You moaned loudly, hands clutching the sheets. "S'okay baby." He grunted, sweat dripping down his temple. "You're doing so good."

Sweat coated you both, and you were crying from how good he felt, giving you a good burning sensation as you turned your head to look back at him from the corner of your eye, seeing him smile down at you, showing his pearly whites while tightening his hold on your hips, fingers digging into your flesh as another release was fucked out of you, this time your mind was foggy, and your pussy began to ache from the overstimulation. 

Eren leaned forward, hands moving over your own as he interlocks his fingers, holding your hands and pressing his chest flush into your back. Moaning softly, you breathed into the mattress heavily, feeling Eren's hot breath fan over your nape as he leaned into your ear, grunting softly. "So pretty." He whispered, biting and tugging on your earlobe with his teeth. "Fucking you pretty." He smiled lazily, and you whimpered.

Cumming again, you moaned his name softly, and he pressed a kiss to your temple before fucking into you harder, "m'almost there princess." He panted, his thrust growing sloppy as a groan erupted his chest, and he came into your womb, thrusting every last seed into you as you continued to whine. He painted your walls white, filling your womb to the brim as you whimpered uncomfortably, and he chuckled.

"Better fuckin' take it all. I see one drop and we're going for another round, baby."

[erensbiscuit]

Hanma x Reader!

WARNINGS: VIOLENCE AND ANGST!

Eyes fluttering open, the rays of sunshine that sank through your sheer white curtains were the first thing you saw, therefore causing your eyes to squint at the blinding brightness, almost closing as you stretched underneath the comfort of your sheets with a small grunt escaping your lips.

Mindlessly glancing to your side on the bed, you froze at the sight of the space beside you being unoccupied. This was unusual, especially from your boyfriend Hanma who preferred nothing more than to lay in bed when not searching for any type of thrill that'll get his heart racing and fulfilling his boredom.

Sighing softly, you moved to sit up on the bed, removing the blanked from your body as you brought your legs over the edge of the bed. You had on but a pair of boy-short underwear, and a thin strapped tank top that hugged your figure to fight the summer heat. 

Walking out of your bedroom, you searched for Hanma, brows knitting upon being unable to find him, that was until you went into the hall that led to the front door, where you saw him walking down. "Shuji." You said his name, watching his steps come to a halt before he glanced back at you with a mere turn of his head. 

"Where are you going?" You inquired, and only did he finally turn his entire body to face you, his purple orbs scanning your figure. "You still have to ask?" He retorted, and it made your brows knit together. "Seriously? Don't tell me you're leaving again. You promised you wouldn't fight anymore." 

He scoffed, a smile stretching his lips. "And you really believed me? Man, you're naive." His words made your body grow rigid, and he continued to stare at you blankly, making your stomach feel unusually empty. "It makes even me feel bad for you, (Name)." He added, and you could feel a dull ache reside in your chest.

Why was he suddenly acting like this? You knew he was an asshole, and your arguments were usually for petty reasons and unserious, but this felt different, you could practically feel the tension in the air that crawled all over your body like a bunch of centipedes, and you could only await until they sink their teeth into your flesh, injecting every inch of your body with their poison. 

"You...you promised me." Your weak voice sounded, and he stiffened slightly, but he was quick to recover with another chuckle that seemingly echoed inside your mind as if to mock you. "You really are...pathetic." His monotone voice sounded, void of any laughter he previously emitted. 

Anger slowly began to seep in through your veins, as if the said poison wasn't to kill you, but you fuel your blood with anger. Before you knew it, your feet stomped towards his still figure, and you stared up at him for a good moment, that was until your hand seemingly moved in its own to slap him across the face, making his head turn to the side and your palm sting from the harsh impact, causing you to wince softly.

Hanma stood still in shock, his eyes wide while the ache on his cheek stung painfully, but it wasn't the fact you had slapped him that had him in shock, it was the fact he didn't see it coming at all. Hanma had keen eyes that could catch any human movement, no matter how fast, and even though he anticipated your slap, he couldn't see it coming.

His purple orbs slowly began to glide towards you along with his head that turned slowly, but his eyes widened at the tears to stain your cheeks as they ran down slowly. "You fucking asshole." You spat, shoving him away from you, making him stumble back due to his recovering shock. 

Hanma actually felt his heart tighten at your hurt expression, and the way your upper lip trembled made his stomach drop. He'd never seen someone's lip tremble so much, and it being you made such a strong impression inside his mind and heart. 

After all, he was doing this to protect you.

It's fine, you could take your anger out on him, and he'd embrace it every time.

But he wouldn't forgive himself had you been targeted or hurt by someone that had it out for him. Heck, Hanma couldn't stand the thought of you being hurt in the slightest, even the smallest scratch on you would make him go mad. If only you knew how much of a hold you had over him.

Hanma never met a woman that affected him this much, you're the only one that could make him actually feel other things besides excitement. He'd never predicted to find someone like you that'd have such an impact on his life and views. 

You were quite literally his life, his everything, and to him you meant more than he could fathom. 

Even if what he was doing was nothing but causing you pain, he couldn't stand the thought of you leaving him to find someone better. If that were to happen, he'd probably kill whoever it was, but the thought of hurting you in the process would hold him back.

"Get out! I don't want to see you ever again!" You continued to shove him, and he didn't resist as he continued to stumble back until he reached the door. "Leave!" You shouted again, and only then did he finally move to slip on his shoes, his back facing you while he reached for the door handle.

And he did just that.

Leave.

...

Staring at the reflection in the mirror, your eyes were red and puffy from all the crying, your stomach aching for food, but you didn't have an appetite at all. Sighing softly, you dragged your feet while walking towards the kitchen and opening the fridge while your eyes glanced over your options. 

The sound of the doorbell ringing followed by a few harsh knocks made you snap from the trance, your brows knitted together since you weren't expecting any visitors. Who could it be? Hanma flashed through your mind, making your scowl as an ache resided in your chest. 

Making your way to the door, you slipped your sandals at the entrance, hiding your body behind the door as you undid the locks before opening it slightly, but before you could even process what happened, you found yourself being flown back due to how harsh the door was swung open.

The back of your head harshly collided against wall before your body grew limp, sinking to the floor while your vision faded between in and out, ears ringing, and you faintly made out a few men dressed in black entering your home, making your eyes widen in realization, willing your body to stand up, legs shaking as you desperately tried to remain conscious. 

The hell was going on?

Who are they? 

"Search every inch!" You heard one exclaim as his eyes landed in your trembling figure, and in a blink of an eye he had his fingers curled around your throat as he pinned you against the wall. "Where is Hanma?" He demanded, making your gaze narrow into a glare. They're here for Shuji?

"Don't...know." Your voice strained against his grip, and your answer made his face tighten. "Is that man worth losing your life over? Answer me!" He exclaimed, and you could only stare at his face that grew blurrier by the second. Even if you knew, you wouldn't dare let them know.

Even if you held strong feelings of resentment towards him at the moment, you still love him, and would be damned had you aided them in any way. 

"He's not here. We searched the place." A distant voice sounded, the grip on your neck gone, making you land harshly on the ground. "Shit. Let's fucking leave, this was a wast of time." The man clicked his tongue, and you saw them all walk out your door before it closed shut, and you let yourself give in to the darkness. 

...

Wincing at the sharp pain residing in the back of your head as your eyes peeled open, you observed your surroundings, feeling something soft drape your body as you laid atop a sinking floor? Blinking, your body immediately sat up upon the realization, you were in your room, but you passed out in the hall. 

Knitting your brows together, you shot up from the bed and moved to leave your room, but you caught the sight of the ajar door to your bathroom, the lights illuminated inside that you didn't remember leaving on. Slowly, you made your way to the bathroom and opened the door, your eyes widening at the sight.

Hanma stood there, leaning his back against the sink as he wiped his hands that were stained with blood along with his face and clothing, every inch had a splatter of blood that wasn't his. The strong pungent smell of the iron made your nose scrunch and eyes narrow. "Hey there sleeping beauty." His voice sounded, and your eyes flickered towards his face. 

Pushing himself off the counter, he took steps towards you with a relieved smile. "You had me worried-" "can you back up? You reek." You merely stated, watching him freeze in his steps before a small pout formed onto his lips. "And here I was hoping to get a hug." 

"What the hell happened?" You asked, and he sighed heavily, leaning back on the counter while continuing to clean himself. "I...left because there were some guys from the past after me. I didn't want to put you in danger, and yet." He glanced from his hand and to you. "I found you unconscious when I got a call from a neighbor about the noise." 

Your brows furrowed. "So? Why are you covered in blood?" He tilted his head, eyes shifting towards the side. "Well, naturally instead of planning to hide out someplace else, I beat them all up." Hanma states blankly, though he purposely left the part of where they might actually be dead due to the mad frenzy his state of mind was in when he found you, and it made him go absolutely feral. 

He promised himself not to bring you into his personal affairs, yet you ended up getting hurt either way. This time, no matter who it was, he'll remain by your side and protect you instead, since he can't find the strength to stay away from you, and he'd hate himself had you been hurt again without him being able to do nothing about it. 

"I'm sorry for earlier. I honestly thought I was protecting you by leaving you out of this." He apologized, his voice sincere while he flickered his eyes back to you, eyes staring into yours in a slight trance. "You idiot." You smiled at him, feeling your eyes grow warm. "Couldn't you say that from the start?" 

He grinned, arms opening. "Come here." 

You scowled. "No way, take off those clothes and shower first, the smell is giving me a headache." You rejected his offer, walking away and closing the door to the bathroom so the smell wouldn't seep into your room, but you couldn't help the small smile to stretch your lips as you made your way to the kitchen to make lunch.

Hanma joined you after his shower, drowning himself in your presence before you both moved to the bedroom, where he held your napping body in his arms as your breaths sounded softly, making him feel lightheaded and warm, his lips moving to kiss your forehead before tightening his hold. 

"I love you, (Name)."

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Mikey x Reader!

WARNINGS: ANGST

"I don't want you here." His tone was serious, the expression on his face holding no emotion as he stared down at you with those same empty eyes you've gotten glimpses of many times before. It felt like your chest was burning, a lump forming in your throat as you desperately resisted the urge to cry.

"I don't understand. Did I do something?" You asked, voice soft and slightly wobbly, watching him turn away from you to look out into the river from the top of the hill the both of you currently stood at.The sunset bathed you in its orange tint, the sky reflecting in the water down below. Though, you couldn't find it in yourself to take in the beautiful and breathtaking sight when you were about to lose someone dear to you. 

"No. I just don't want to see you anymore." He responds coldly, words like a sharp and cold sword cutting through your heart. Your face grew hot, especially your eyes that threatened to spill tears any second. His words made you breath in shakily, brows tightly knitting together. "You mean, you don't want me?" You asked, breath trembling and your hands growing shaky. 

Yet he still had his back towards you, a short silence filling you both as the gentle breeze blew by softly.You watched his hair sway in the direction of the air, his flannel following until it calmed back down, his ash blonde hair settling back into place. "I don't want, or need you, (Name)." He clarified, and it felt as if everything broke right then and there. 

"Mikey." You said his name softly, voice cracking as you felt the tears you desperately tried to hold back run down your face uncontrollably, choking a sob as you fell on your knees to the ground. 

The breezes grew louder and harsher, the wind uncontrollably blowing past you as you cried silently. Your heart felt as if it'd rip open any second, you could practically hear how it was being torn open. Mikey was everything to you, you've known him forever when you recently lost everything and was left with nothing. 

But Mikey gave you everything, building back your previous happiness by every passing second the both of you spent your time together, but it was now falling into tiny pieces being blown away by the wind, leaving nothing behind. 

Even as you cried your heart out, mourning what you both once had, Mikey did nothing but stand there in front of you, looking out into the bank, watching the water ripple slightly as the sound of your sobs behind him sounded softly. 

He stayed and listened to how he broke what he once healed and cared for. 

Eventually, your sobs faded, nothing but your shaky breaths and sniffles remained as you slowly stood up, forcing strength back into your legs. "I'm sorry, Mikey. I don't understand what I did, but if you don't want me around then I will respect that." You spoke hoarsely.

Despite the dull ache in your chest as you spoke those words, you looked up to take one final look at him. You saw as he finally looked back at you, his dark gaze meeting your own that reflected the shine of the sun as you looked at him with such warmth.

He saw how red your eyes were, your tears having stained your cheeks, even so, you smiled at him warmly. "Even then, I'll still always love you, mikey." You confessed, watching his eyes widen just the slightest. "Thank you for everything." You finally said, taking one final look at his face before slowly turning round.

Breathing deeply, you walked away, the ache in your chest becoming more dull as you thought about this being the last time you both interacted properly, no matter how much pain it caused you, he caused you. You knew a part of your heart will always belong to him, because it'd be impossible to forget the many things he has done for you. For that, you were eternally grateful to him.

Mikey watched your retreating figure until it was completely out of sight, and he let himself fall to the floor, sitting down on the grassy hill while his hands moved to grab his head. Breathing in deeply, his chest heaving as he resisted the urge to cry. 

Just as you held a special place for him, Mikey will always have one for you, far more special and dear to him than you'd ever know. But this was for both of your benefits, because he knew he wouldn't be good enough to properly take care of you anymore.

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Izana x Reader!

WARNINGS: VIOLENCE, BLOOD, AND DEATH!

After hearing Izana was making plans to suddenly bring a fight to a gang in Shibuya called Toman, an immediate pit settled into your stomach. A gut feeling about the outcome of the fight made you search for information. After asking questions, you soon gained the information of when and where the fight will take place. 

What you didnt anticipate was for him to lock you up in a room. 

Izana said he had something to show you, and you naively followed him; he even made you go in first. When you turned around, fully expecting him to follow after you, only he didn't. Your heart dropped to your stomach at the look he gave you before shutting the door. 

You were in shock at first, staring at the door, but the sound of the lock clicking made you realize what he was doing, and you didn't waste a beat to start banging on the door, screaming and begging him to let you out. Your pleas fell on deaf ears.

But you didnt let it stop you. You searched around the room for anything that'll aid in your escape, when you found some tools laying around. Immediately, you began to disarm the lock, and when you fully undid the damn thing you got out immediately. 

It was already late, you even had to take the train to Shibuya which was quite a way. You were upset at him for resorting to such methods, but you were also worried sick. How the hell did he even know you were gonna go after him?

All you could do was anxiously wait until the train arrived, in which you abused the flesh of your lips with your teeth along with the one residing in your cheeks from anticipation, and when you heard the announcement call for Shibuya, you were the first one out the door in a flash. 

You ran and ran, the cold air violently hitting your bare face and hands, feet rapidly thudding against the ground as you ran with all your might. At some point your eyes teared up, you couldn't tell if it was because of the cold or the worry eating up your mind. 

Breathing heavily, you finally saw the familiar and red carriers all over the place, the lights on which helped in aiding you to make your way around the site, especially since it was already dark. The place was surrounded with people in red, and some in black uniforms. Your eyes desperately searched for the white haired male, and your eyes eventually found Kakucho as well, and you felt a gasp leave your throat at the sight. 

Kisaki! You knew nothing good came from him, and at the sight of him pointing a gun at your beloved little brother made your legs move on their own, and you saw Kisaki raise his gun as if preparing to shoot, when Izana began to push Kakucho. There was this sudden warmth that filled your chest at the sight, but there was no way in hell you'd let him take the bullet. 

Kakucho was your little brother after all, if anyone were to protect him it had to be his big sister, right? You were thankful for your now sore legs that made it in time as you blocked Izana from Kisaki. 

At first, you didn't feel anything, just this warmth that slowly began to burn so badly that the pain quickly became unbearable. Eyes flickering towards Izana, you felt a faint smile stretch your lips to see him unharmed, your lids grew heavy immediately, and your body thudded on the ground, unmoving. 

Izana was silent at first, his eyes wide as he stared down at your body, his mind seemingly processing this information until eventually it sunk in. He blinked down at your body, his first thought was denial. No way, it wasn't you right?

He locked you in that room. Yeah, you were in that dark place waiting for him, this was just a lookalike, or maybe he hallucinated you. A shaky breath left his parted lips, knees weakening, bringing him down to kneel before your head that faced away due to laying on your stomach. 

Kakucho stood there silently before eventually moving to crouch down, putting one knee to the floor before pushing your shoulder, bringing you onto your back. A choked sob left his lips at the sight of your familiar face, hands trembling while remaining on your shoulders. 

“(Name)...?” His voice called softly, the blood rapidly leaking from your back, puddling on the floor beneath you. Izana could only stare down at your face, everything faded at the moment, his hearing, his mind, thoughts, as if the world was enveloped in a silence from your death.

“No way. No.” He found himself say, eyes hot with tears as he stared down at your unmoving body, face serene as if you were having the most peaceful sleep. It looked as if you were going somewhere far away, leaving him to stay behind, alone. 

“Wait.” He called, pulling your body closer, your head now on his lap as he looked down at you, watching the way your eyelashes rested atop your cheeks, eyebrows smoothed out along with your lips, not a single knot evident in your features. 

“Where are you going?” Izana asked, hands cupping either side of your face, his own learning down in front of yours. “My love…” He trailed off, his voice trembling as he moved to press his forehead against yours, awaiting, hoping for your eyes to open, desperation filled him at the thought of seeing your (e/c) orbs that looked to have stars in them. 

Watching his own tears begin to land on your cheeks, Izana saw them run down the side of your face as if they were your own, as if you were mourning your past with the people you cherished and loved. He inhaled deeply and shakily, breath trembling at the realization you were already gone, out of his reach. 

More tears fell on your cheeks as Izana began to cry quietly, his heart aching so badly it burned, a heavy lump in his throat. Tightening his hold on your face, he pressed his forehead against yours once more, eyes shutting slowly. “Come back to me, my love.” 

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Geto x Reader

WARNINGS: DEATH, GORE, BLOOD, AND ANGST.

"What are you doing?" His voice was stiff, brows furrowed deeply as he stared down at you. All you could do was slowly lift your heavy gaze, attempting to speak but blood spluttered out of your mouth instead. 

Geto's expression began to twist as your breathing grew ragged. You were in a dark alleyway, sat up against the building with a deep cut through your stomach. Blood was gushing out rapidly, and you were self aware that this was the end for you.

Blood was filling your lungs, and you were suffocating as well, losing it rapidly, and you couldn't do anything to heal yourself. You doubted Shoko would be able to save you in time, everything was already fading, your senses, your ability to think straight, and breathe correctly. Nothing but pain remained.

Your hand was placed over your stomach in a meek attempt to slow down the bleeding, but it was all futile. Shutting your eyes, you breathed out deeply. "Wait..!" You heard Geto say faintly, hearing him near you, hands landing on your stomach and shoulder. You frowned. 

Weakly grabbing his wrist with your free hand, you forced your eyes open to look at him. "What...are you doing, Sugu?" You choked out, and the expression on his face shifted once more, he looked as if he was in pain, eyes showing nothing but disbelief and worry. "I'm trying to stop your bleeding. Why didn't you call us?!" He demanded.

You wanted to scoff. "Suguru, it's already over for me. Don't waste your energy." You said slowly, feeling blood fill your lungs as you began to cough harshly again, this time your breathing grew more shallow, and your consciousness was fading away. 

Geto could tell by the way your eyes began to look distant and empty, your eyelids drooping, that you were beginning to fade away. "No- I'm sure Shoko can fix you up..! Le-Let me-" you tightened your hold on his wrist with your remaining strength, a faint smile stretching your lips as you looked up at your friend and classmate.

"It's okay, Suguru. I'll be okay, I promise." You attempted to reassure him, heaving another deep sigh. "Everything will be okay." You used your last remaining strength to get those words out of your throat, taking in your last amount of air before breathing out softly, taking your last as your pupils overtook your iris, hands going limp to your sides.

Geto blinked in disbelief, a shaky breath escaping his parted lips as tears that had begun to align his waterline spilled down his cheeks rapidly. His hands shook violently, lips trembling as he watched your remaining shell that was all left of your beautiful soul.

You were such a warm person to be around, always nice and caring even if you were rather nonchalant around most people. You managed to sway your way into his heart, and all of a sudden you were someone important to him, he held you dear in his heart, and you made him feel warmer. But now you were gone, and it felt as if a hole punched through his chest, leaving an aching void of memories that remained of you.

Geto wrapped his arm around your shoulder, bringing your limp body to his chest as he held you tightly. He could feel the remaining warmth slip through his fingers as you grew cold. 

"Hey Suguru! Have you found..." Hearing footsteps near his form suddenly come to a halt, the recognizable voice belonging to none other than the one and only Gojo Satoru as he stood in his spot, eyes processing the scene before him. It didn't take him long to realize, and all he could do was remain silent. 

Geto took a deep breath before lifting your body in his arms, still facing away from Gojo as he stared down at your face. It looked as if you were sleeping peacefully, face void of any knots. You looked so serene and calm, and your previous and last words popped into his head. "Everything will be okay." He repeated your words, his hold tightening.

Gojo couldn't help but smile. "Even in death she continues to reassure and look out for us." Geto blinked at Gojo's words, and he couldn't help but scoff lightly. "She was far too pure for this world. For this lifestyle." Geto added, staring down at your face. 

"I can't imagine her leaving any negative feelings." 

"Me neither. And for that I admire her, because it shows us her strength to overcome anything and everything. A strength normal humans lack. Probably us as well." Geto further added, finally turning to face Gojo whose eyes immediately found your form. "What an undeserving death she had." He looked at her wounds, eyes narrowing.

"How can the world still manage to be so cruel to a person so undeserving of it? I don't understand why or how." 

"Me neither."