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go for it, porco!

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moment of quiet

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I started writing part 2 of PR nightmare Eren is about to go home crying

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Toji didn't even wanted that damn cat. It spawned on his doorstep one day, uncollared, unchipped, you plead him with heart eyes to keep the beast, to offer it a forever home (your words not his). He honestly doesn't recall a time he ever said no to you, so naturally the cat is now at ease in every room of your shared apartment. 

Pepper is the name you chose for the cat. At first you wanted to name her Toji just like him. 

She looks so much like you! Black fur and cute green eyes! Come on Toji pleeease!

You had declared holding her next to his face.  It was the first time in his life someone qualified an attribute of his "cute", also the first time he's been told he has a fur, but the former stuck with him for some reasons. 

It's a girl we can't name her after me. 

That was his line of defense but the truth is, if he heard his name being thrown around the house to find out the attention was directed toward the cat he would have gone crazy. Currently you are away on a girls trip, leaving home alone with pepper. 

From his understanding cats were supposed to be independant and jerks, the later depends on how fast he feeds her in the morning. Maybe there is something wrong with her because the furball follows him room to room like a shadow, meowing when she doesn't get attention, hissing when she gets too much.  usually pepper is velcroed to you but since you are away Toji is her target.

At the moment, Toji is laying in bed looking at the empty space beside him, he misses you, five little days and you will be reunited. A weight launches on his stomach, looking down he can see the furry beast taking residence on his belly a sigh escapes his lips. Pepper does that every night, after lunch when she's done running around the house at the speed of light, she will climb up onto him demanding caresses. Tonight is no exception,she stares at him while kneading in the comforter.

"Don't ruin my sheets" he grumbles, still bringing his hand to the soft fur. Pepper immediately starts to purr, eyes closed as she extends her neck to fit better in Toji's large palm. As always, a lot of her hair ends up sticking to his skin,  He rolls his eyes letting his hand rest alongside his body. 

She's a Norwegian cat Toji ,that's why she shed so much don't be mad at her for that.

I think she's lying she look like a gutter cat to me

Toji!

The echoes of your past conversation swim in his head and he smiles, you're always so defensive when he calls her that, it's funny to witness so he does it on purpose to rile you up. Works every time. Another sigh, he misses you.

Pepper let him know that she is not happy with her treatment, rubbing her head against his chin, chirping like a pigeon. Her scent or rather yours flood his senses, He shouldn't be surprised that your perfume wears out on the pet, she's always in your arms, on your chest or on your knees. 

Closing his eyes he inhales deeply as he scratches the base of her tail, snatching his phone from the nightstand. Toji snaps a quick picture of the situation and sends it to you, only his scar is visible on the photo.  We miss you is the caption 

After a few minutes the device buzzes, screen displaying the picture he attached to your contact, the corners of his mouth spreads on his cheeks.  

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ngl I really enjoyed writing that mommy kink fic i want to do more....

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both sides like chanel . Connie springer x reader

warnings: jealousy, past colt grice and reader, dry humping, clit slap (one), tongue fucking, choking, hair pulling, voyeurism, dubious consent, masturbation, cum eating, face sitting, oral sex f! receiving, kind of orgasm denial, handjob, rough sex, unprotected sex.

author's note : small idea I had while writng this fic ☆ can be read as a standalone too, enjoy let me know what you think !

word count : 2,3k

The lamb chop is delicious, perfect cooking, perfect aromat that highlights the meat. You can't wait for Connie to try it. Assembling the plates with mash and vegetables you hum softly to yourself. a song you heard at the bar earlier. 

You hear a ruffling from the front door and smile to yourself : your lover is back home. After a moment his footsteps echo on the tiled floor of the kitchen, other than that complete silence. It is not like him to be quiet after a whole day being apart, so you turn around. His body is stiff and his face is blank. 

"Connie ?"  you call, getting worried by the second. Ushering him to come closer.

"Colt ? On our couch ? " are his first words of the night. 

Right, you forgot about that teeny tiny detail. You huff in relief. If it's only this that got him like that, the situation will be cleared before you guys get to dessert.

" Long story short we ran into him at the bar, he was piss drunk with nowhere to go, so I just brought him here" you giggle, grabbing your boyfriend's hand in an attempt to diffuse the situation. He still has the same look on his face, and you furrow your brows. 

"He is not your responsibility and doesn't he have any friends ? His ex was the only option really ?"

"His mom is picking him up in the morning, I would have told you about this earlier but he made my phone fall in the toilet when we got back."  Sliding your hand from his palm to his shoulder you squeeze it lightly. "Connie come on, You know I'm not doing this to piss you off, He's like an annoying little brother to me "

"That you used to fuck" he deadpan bringing the hand to his mouth, kissing it. "Want me to break his jaw about your phone ? " he asks, smiling against your skin. 

"Please don't, it  took me thirty minute to get him to sleep" you giggle, pressing your hand deeper against his lips. "Let's eat before it gets cold, yes ?"  With a nod Connie places a quick kiss in your neck, hands circling behind you to grab the plates. 

Seated under the coffee table you enjoy the meal with your boyfriend talking about your respective days, the soft snores of Colt replacing the usual background TV. Connie would steal glances his way from time to time, angrily chewing the tender meat you cooked for the both of you. 

Your boyfriend doesn't have a mean bone in his body. He can be sharp when needed, but overall he is a sweetheart. Seeing him reacting this way to the presence of your ex makes you reconsider whether letting Colt crash here was a good idea or not. You've told Connie about your past relationship with the man dead asleep on the couch, he knows that you were not in love, you don't mind reminding him. Once the plates are licked clean you rest your thighs above his peperring his face in kisses. 

"You want your dessert now love ?" You inquire before smooching your mouth on his skin again.

"Yeah I'll take my dessert now" he answers leaning into your touch. Before you can even start to get up, you end up pinned underneath him, belly flat on the carpet. A gasp escapes your lips, heart beating pounding against your ribcage. 

"Connie ?" you call in a meek voice. His large hands are fondling your hips while you feel his crotch rubbing against your ass. "Connie this is not happening" you tone, trying to sound stern but lift your hips slightly, trying to get more friction. 

"It isn't ? But that's your favorite position baby hm ? Don't you like to feel all my weight on you like that ?" he asks, supporting his claim by caging you under his torso. knees on each side of your body as he grinds his hips even closer to your ass. He's so heavy, it feels so good. You inhale through your mouth trying not to moan. 

"Not here, not now Connie please, Colt is right there" you plead caressing his hand in an attempt to make him see reason.  His mouth is on your neck now, licking and biting at your skin.

"I know muñequita, I know, you just have to be real quiet hm ? I know it's hard to keep it down when I'm inside of you, but I trust you, you're a good girl you can do it" he murmurs oh so seductively, and a heartbeat goes straight to your pussy. You want to prove him right, you want to be good for him.

You glance at Colt sleeping form, he's wrapped tight under the blanket you gave him, breathing steadily. You bite your lips, with the way he was drunk he shouldn't wake up even through a hurricane.  Adrenaline coursing through your veins, you turn to Connie, sliding your joggers down the best you can. 

"You have to be quiet too bebe I know how you get carried away" you bite your lips, seeing his eyes sharpen at your approval. Standing on his knees, Connie backs your hips onto his, the impact makes you moan and you hand fly to your mouth to cover it up, too late, your depravity echoes in the room. Your boyfriend mocks you, taping your ass. 

"Already forgot the rules, cariño ?"  his cheeky voice inquired. biting your cheek you grab his shirt hard, yanking him toward you. 

"Fuck you Connie" you murmur before smacking your lips into his. You bite his lower lips just the way he likes while slowly moving your hips against his crotch  in slow motion. His still clothed member is twitching between your cheeks. A stifle groan dies in his throat and you smile. If he wants to break your composure you will too.  Grabbing your throat, Connie pulls away from you. 

"If you insist" he smiles, pulling your panties down to your knees. "Look at you" he croons, patting your already soaked pussy. "Who made this me or him ?" You don't answer, resuming your grinding against his hand this time when a sharp spank comes to your clit. You jolt forward whining under your breath. "It's you Connie" you finally admit pouting when you look his way. 

"Good, let me kiss it better"  true to his words you feel his tongue on your clitoris, moving up and down in slow tortuous motion. Letting it enter your hole Connie swallows your juice in loud slurping noises that echoes between the walls, you pray Colt is having a nice dream far away from this living room. 

Resuming his previous position Connie enters your cunt in one fell swoop. You bite on your lips hard but the faintest grunt still manages to escape you. This ought to be more of a challenge than you thought, gripping the fluffy rug tight in your fist, you prepare yourself to be as quiet as possible. 

Connie is determined to ruin your plan, showing no mercy in the way he thrusts inside of you, fast and hard. He knows your weak spots, he knows exactly how to angle his cock for you to scream, but you're resilient, you're not going to make a sound, Colt is not going to wake up, he'll never know a thing about this. Your eyes and your lips are closed shut, faint mewls escaping you from time to time when he would give a particularly hard thrust.

"Do you love me baby ?" Connie raps into your ear, his chest is only centimeters apart from your back, you feel the heat radiating out of it. You nod, but he doesn't seem to satisfy him. "Don't deprive me from y-your voice only he is not allowed to hear"  

You are torn between guilt and pleasure  but it makes the whole act even more delicious. you swallow hard before opening your mouth "I love you Connie, I do" you murmur admiring his face now that he is closer to you.  

"Say it again" he murmured, approaching his lips slightly. You're about to open your mouth again when he pistons in you so fast that a stream of salacious moans fly out in the open. Your brow furrows as he keeps pounding mercilessly against your spongy spot.

"Connie what the fuuuck" you sound depraved, sentence rhythmed by the tempo of his harsh thrust. 

"Shhh-shhh, we have a guest don't forget" he reminds you in a false sympathetic tone. The way he's grunting like you two are alone tells you everything you need to know.  Connie angles your face so you have Colt in your field of vision. He shifts under the blanket, face scrunching  and relaxing again. You bite your lips. Would it be so bad if he woke up right now ? You kind of want to see how it would react. Your body retorts immediately, pussy clamping down on Connie's dick. 

"Admit it, you want him to see" he starts, pulling your hair so your bust is off the rug. "How he could never make you feel this g-good" All your resolutions crumble he's right, this is what you want. 

"Want him to k-know he can never have me again" you cry out under the snap of his hips. 

"Yeah ? keep moaning like that and I'll make sure he knows it" you nod, letting yourself be vocal about how much you enjoy your predicament. 

Connie's grip on your hair tightens  the tension on your scalp making your eyes roll in the back of your head, in a breathy moan while his lips attack your exposed neck, leaving all sorts of marks in his wake. 

"Y/n ?" you hear from a distance, this is not Connie's voice. You bite your lips, eyes still closed. "Fuck I tought I was hallucinating these noises"  Opening your eyes you see that he has sat up a bit, his shoulders pressed in the armrest, his light hazel eyes are fixatetd on you and a dopey grin is plastered on his face. 

"Are you uuh are you still drunk ?" Connie is pounding forcefully inside of you, straining your miserably short sentence. 

"Yeah a bit" his body moves under the cover and he opens his mouth again "Can I touch myself ?" he asks eyes jumping from you to Connie's form 

"What do you think ?" your boyfriend asks, pulling  your hair ever harder. You nod the best you can, saliva pulling to your mouth. Even in your sickest fantasy you never thought that you would end up in this situation but you're glad you did.

Uncovering his legs Colt grip the tent formed in his boxers with a flat hand he caresses his growing erection through the thin material of his underwear. 

"Take it off" you murmur, eyes fixated on his crotch, he obeyed in the blink of an eye, he always did. 

"You're so pretty y/n" Colt gasps when he starts stroking his length, using spit as a lube.

"I am ?" you ask, the warmth in your lower belly becoming unbearable by the second.

"You are" Connie rasps, biting the shell of your ear, never breaking his eye contact with Colt, his lips melt on yours, you close your eyes in delight but you know, you know that they are still staring at each other. 

Your boyfriend being possessive makes you go crazy, he's always physical with you, holding your hands, your wrist, your waist, playing with your hair. But you would never suspect that he could get so territorial, you don't give him any reasons too but if it ends up sex sessions like that you might start to misbehave more often. 

"I'm about to cum" you pant against your lover's lips. They grunt in unisson, both cursing under their breath. You chant Connie's name over and over again, begging him to bring you over the edge, your vision gets cloudy and you finally get what you asked for, legs giving out under the pressure of your orgasm. 

"Such a good muñequita" you hear the praises as his body grows heavier on top of yours. He's close, you can tell. Glancing at your guest, you remark that he will cum soon too, angrily fisting his cock, lips caught between his teeth.

 Fuck. It is kind of hot seeing him like that one last time. 

Using your tits as an anchor to rut into your cunt, Connie shoots his seeds deep inside of you. As his head nuzzles into the sticky skin of your back.  After a moment Connie leaves a trail of kisses down your spin before pulling out. His semen leaks out of your hole as he places you on all four again,  you whine having no strength left in your body. 

"I'm giving you one last chance to eat her pussy, but you'll have to taste me too" Connie offers, your eyes snap to Colt, his breath is heavy, hand still tightly wrap around his cock but he hasn't cum yet, no trace on his hand on his shirt or the blanket. He's he still an edging enjoyer, or was the show not good enough for him ? 

"I don't mind" he states, rushing to the ground, placing his face underneath your tainted pussy, his tongue scoop Connie's cum out of your hole and he greedily swallows. Straightening your back to properly sit on his face, you let your head rest on Connie's shoulder. 

"Is he doing a good job ?" Connie asks, caressing your hair while Colt switches his attention to your clit. You nod, feeling your eyelids grow heavier, under the haze of pleasure. "Better than me ?" You shake your head left  to right and a small giggle escapes your lips.  "Poor thing" Connie coos as he wraps his palm around Colt's throbbing cock. "We'll reward him for his effort though" Connie states as the said boy whines under his ministrations.

You never thought bringing your ex home would result in a night like this, but you are not disappointed

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men who don’t do it for me : nanami and levi 💔💔

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erejean?! in this economy?!!

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Connie x black fem reader

꒰𝜗𝜚꒱a/n: been kinda busy yall sawri. i have hella drafts to proofread tomorrow including the poly fic. ok bye ;)

꒰𝜗𝜚꒱warning: mating press, raww[zont zo it], passionate-ish, wasteful usage of water[smh], floor sex

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It was about an hour and a half until you had to clock in. Everything was prepped for you take your morning shower: work clothes placed delicately across the bed, body wash and lotion scattered across the bathroom counter, and the water hot enough to make you dizzy—the only thing that was missing was…well, you.

The tile floor was cold underneath your constant shifting back. You clung desperately to his broad shoulders, tugging him down, needing him to be closer. The coolness of his silver chain kissed across your neck. His tongue was warm and wet as it slid across your earlobe.

“I love you so m-much princess. Y’love me?”

His words were whispered in your ear, but loud enough to hear over the running water and the increasingly loud clapping from your bodies connecting. You gave a noiseless nod—finding your voice not long after.

“L-love you s’much Connie…I prom-promise.”

He grinned at your broken sentence. His ego always grew bigger whenever you struggled to do anything while he was beating it down.

With every drop of his heavy hips, a nasty, wet, sticky sound followed closely behind. Your mewling was a tune that he wouldn’t trade the world for. The way you moaned his name made his brain short circuit and his dick want to fill you up nonstop.

The steam from the shower flooded the bathroom like a hurricane, causing Con to become a blurred mess—or was that tears clouding your vision?

Your brown legs shook in peroration for an orgasm around his shoulders—but before you finished, he had to ask you a very important question.

“Are you goin’ to have a good day at work princess?”

Your sentence was dragged out and filled with moans, “Mmm-hmm! T-the best day daddy!”

“Thaaat’s my girl. M-my perfect princess.”

Who knew that work was ten times more tolerable when you had dick before clocking in?

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ooo so reader doesn’t really return erens feelings? 👀

she definitely has feelings for him but she can’t determine which ones yet partially because of her relationship with erwin

thank you for taking the time reading my stuff hehe

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PR nightmare. Eren x reader

warnings: rockstar!eren, reader has curly hair, reader has a child, use of y/n, mommy kink, lactation, cheating, handjob, nipple play, cowgirl, fingering, eren is a crybaby, eren is whipped, jealousy, slight age gap (reader is 28 Eren is 23) kind of co dependency but not really... only on Eren side unhealthy relationships I guess ? lol.

author's note : I never had a child nor I plan to so there may have some inaccuracy about the way reader's body is recovering but for the sake of this fiction let's just pretend.

word count : 8,6k

It's your first day at work since you gave birth to your babygirl. You are anxious about seeing your colleagues again. What if they think you should lose some baby fat ? look too tired ? Are too eager to leave your family to be here ? All of these questions make your stomach churn.

But most of all you are anxious about seeing him again. You're Eren Yeager's manager. The famous rockstar could have any of the best agents in the world, yet he decided to stick with you since his early days. You are glad he does, as he is now your main source of income. After an extended period of time without seeing you he always gives you the cold shoulder just like a cat.

Eren has sent flowers to congratulate you but you haven't seen him in person for four month now. Stepping in the skyscraper you swipe your badge on the portico making your way to the elevators. The agency you work for has rented two floors: the 13th as a photo studio and the 16th as offices with all the managers for the different talents the company englobes.

Today Eren is shooting covers for his upcoming album so 13th floor it is. Nervously pulling at your cuticles, the door opens on the familiar white walls of the studio, the staff is running around, making them look like ants from your point of view, you giggle at the thought, making your way to the spot where the cameras and the background is set. Dark colours as always, Eren's universe is particular but if fit him well.

"Oh my god you're back!" Isabel exclaims, she's part of the junior team. Her hands are wrapped around a box, containing swords, american fists and other weapons. What the hell does Eren have in mind this time?

"Yes it's my first day back" the two of you make small talk before her presence is requested somewhere else.

The scenery he's chosen is stairs leading to a rusty iron throne. You bite your thumb, the reference is easily understandable, you make a mental note to ask the legal team if you could get in any type of trouble for that.

"Ah, y/n what a pleasure to see you again" Daris Zackley, the artistic director shakes your hand with his usual strong grip. As always, conversations with him are one sided, he talks and you try to find a new sound of approval you haven't already used. He fills you in with what happened for the last few months, most of it you already know :keeping in check with a rockstar's every move is indeed an easy task even on your hospital bed.

"Where is Eren ?" you interrupt, you've been there for almost half an hour now and not a single one of his dark locks you've seen.

"Running late as always but I told him 10:00 is my last limit we're packing up if he doesn't show up in 3 minutes" he precises checking his watch.

" I was at hair and make up Genius Zackley" a deep voice reaches your ears. Well at least you know the shoot is not getting canceled. Turning around to face Eren you can't help but smile at his pun. Eren is wearing nothing but a white linen sheet low on his waist, spartan sandals on his feet and hair fully down. The only thing missing is a laurel crown so he can go full Cesar on his throne, suits him well though.

"And who are you ?" he asks, raising an eyebrow. There it is the cat letting his owner know that it's absence was very rude. You roll your eyes at his comment.

"The new intern, now please get in position before your team leaves" It's his turn to roll his eyes now, turning his back on you as he ascends slowly the stairs up his rightful seat. You understand now why he chose such a dark environment, it makes his tan skin and light clothes pop out. You only notice now that there isn't one single of his chest tattoos on display, probably the reason why the makeup took so much time.

A good call as always, Eren knows what makes him look good, what to accentuate on his body and features to make him irresistible, the tight golden bracelets around his biceps and thigh are the proof. Sometimes you wish he's also known how to behave but it would quite make your job inexistant: you've lost count on how many public statements you had to make on his behalf, the number bribes you had to give paparazzis so compromising photos wouldn't air out in the open.

Laying on his throne he tries all different types of positions, keeping his face impassible. When he looks your way you give him a thumbs up and he rolls his eyes, again. His act is starting to get on your nerves, the initial joke was fun but now he is just acting like a petulant child. An extra that you recognize as Mina Carolina, joins Eren on the throne, she's wearing a similar toge, the collar dripping down with fake blood. They are reenacting La Piéta, your fingers come to your temple, massaging them in circular motions. You are going to be really busy for the next few weeks.

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"What's the plan for lunch" you ask once Eren is changed into casual attire. The photoshoot extended past mid day break, the star of the show not being totally satisfied with how the photos turned out.

"I'm having lunch with Mina you can have lunch with whoever you want." he states not even looking at you while he ruffles in his bag.

"Eren" you snap, your tone makes him look up immediately. "You're having lunch with me Mina will have you whenever during the week. He opens his mouth to no doubt get on your nerves some more but the sharp stare you give him seems to change his mind.

"Fine" he utters, smiling at you for the first time today.

After a silent commute to one of the regular restaurants you enjoy around the office ,you are sitting on a plush bench. Eren is right next to you, With the way he acted toward you this morning you would think he'd put the maximum distance between the two of you, but no, his thigh is flush against yours and he's completely ignoring the menu resting in front of him, instead hovering over yours to choose his dish. Is it a new trick of his or did he really missed you that much ?

"So how is life at three now ? " he asks, face resting on his palm as he looks down at you.

"Pretty much the same i mean plus the diapers, the crying in the middle of the night, the milk and the stroller" Both of you chortle and Eren takes a sip of his water.

"Well you're not exactly selling dreams here you know ?" you nod picking at the bread basket.

"What about you ? New album coming soon ? "You know the answer, you just want to hear him say it.

"Yup, I had sleepless nights too but it's all good, when we get back I'll make you listen to some tracks yeah ? " You nod all smiles and your plates arrive.

Entering the building again you can feel Eren's attitude shifting, he's walking miles in front of you, not looking back a single time. You're not going after him, taking your sweet time going up the stairs as he waits for the elevator. Whatever game he's playing he'll get tired of it first. After all, you are bound to work with him anyway. 

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And he does, next morning bursting in your office.

"You didn't even ask to listen to my music, some manager you are" he grumbles, depositing a fuming coffee on your desk with a bagel. 

"I already had my cup you can give this to someone else" you state eyes never leaving your monitor as you catch up on your emails. 

A beat of silence fills the room except for the soft tune of your mechanical keyboard. 

"Are you being serious right now ?" voice of the angry Eren you recognize, but you still don't acknowledge him.

"I have a lot to do, our schedule is pretty packed so please if there is nothing else" you gesture vaguely to the door. 

The sound of his footsteps receding makes you smile, the door slams behind him, through the glass doors you see him storm off god knows where. 

Your office is at the end of a corridor where pictures of Eren and yourself, his gold record adorn the walls, you started in the bullpen like everyone else, but after many successful achievements you moved to your personal office.  

Everytime you walk up this alley it reminds you that you've been with him since his first day even before the two of you joined the agency. Your old apartment used to be filled to the brim with paperwork, cd's and gift the early days fan would send him, sometimes you are nostalgic of theses days, just the two of you, canvassing all the clubs and bars of the city to get a scene, now they pull at your feet, or rater your phone to get him on their stage. 

Currently, different club owners are listing the advantages to get Eren's album release party in their establishment. Not a single one has convinced you yet, they are all pompous and pretentious. Eren has made a name for himself in the music industry, he doesn't have anything else to prove. 

But you wish to find him something simpler, more like him. Plus the last time he was invited to a club he ended up in a fight, you would hate that kind of publicity for his new album, other managers would probably think that all kinds of publicity is good publicity but you are rather protective of him. 

The criticism he receives about his music you couldn't care less, you either like it or you don't. But when it comes to his personality, you hate seeing every random person on the internet giving their two pieces of advice about him, you know him, the real him, so the critics hurt  as if they were directed toward you. 

All of these thoughts swim in your head, twirling the cord of your desk phone, as the man whose name you forgot keeps rambling in your ear. The door of your office files open, snapping you back to reality. Your eyes send daggers to whoever entered without permission, but they soften once you realise it is Eren. 

You gesture to the phone, for him to keep quiet, his long legs close the distance between you two as he falls to his knees, face planting in your lap.  Eren large  shoulders start to shake and soon enough you feel hot tears piercing through the tissue of your dress where his head lay.

Oh, your heart clenches in your chest. Instinctively you start combing his long hair, quickly dismissing the man on the other side of the phone to focus on Eren. 

"Hey, what happened, what's wrong Eren ? Tell me" your voice is soft, similar to the one you use talking to your newborn child. The sobs quietly come to an end , you place your hands on the side of his head to look him in his eyes but he resists. Eren was always very private about his feelings, especially the ones he thinks make him look weak. 

"Did something happen with the others ?" you ask, resuming the combing motion through his dark locks.  His head shakes slightly from left to right. "Then talk to me please. I'm getting worried there."

"I'm sorry" is all he says, it's muffled, faint, inaudible if it wasn't for the silence of the room. You don't even need to ask why he is sorry, you already know. A tiny smile is growing on your face, this time you leave him no choice but to look at you, lifting his head up forcefully. 

"You don't have to apologize about anything, hm ? It's ok Eren" you reassure him as you wipe the trails of tears from under his beautiful emerald eyes with your thumbs. His brows are furrowed, eyes slightly red and lips pursed in a soft pout. He looks good like that, your smile grows slightly again. 

"Why are you laughing?" he sniffled. 

"Would you rather have me crying with you ?" you giggle, deposing a soft kiss on his forehead, standing on your feet, you pulling him up with you. He is towering over you from a good twenty centimeters. "Come here" you lock him in a tight hug, arms around his mid back. His body relaxes into yours and he lets out a long sigh. "I missed you, I don't want you to leave me again" he whispered, squeezing the air out of you. 

You are glad to finally work things out with him, but the way he has you pressed against him makes you painfully aware that you are not fully recovered from your pregnancy. Your breasts  are pressed against his hard chest. "Eren, Eren" you squirm tapping his back. He breaks the contact with a worried expression on his face. 

"Did I hurt you?" he asks, sounding panicked, holding your shoulders in his hands.  "No, no just" you look down at your bust and see two darked stains on the level of your breasts, so much for not wearing a bra today. "Is that blood" he whispers-yells approaching his face from your tits. "No! It's milk, silly" you push his head off, looking down at the mess on the upper part of the dress. From the corner of your eyes you can see him fixing his pants. There is no way he's turned on by that. 

"Eren! Ew! Get out! " You tone, pushing him to the exit as he giggles. "If you need help just call me" he laughs, kissing your cheek. You roll your eyes at his behavior but smile nonetheless. 

You always keep spare clothes in your office, having learned that they always come in handy after too many drinks at late night office parties. As you button up the navy linen shirt, you can't help but feel ashamed about Eren seeing you like that, he took it as a joke of course, there are not a lot of things he takes seriously except for his art. 

Your life will never be the same while he keeps fulfilling his lifelong dream of becoming a rockstar.  Tears pool in your eyes, it's your turn to cry now.

- 

Days after days you slowly fall back into your routine as Eren's manager, accompanying him to events and interviews to make sure he stays in line or reveal too much about his upcoming comeback... But most of the time you are here, at the office, l  upon exiting the elevator a conversation catches your ear. 

"He'll be the face of Y.fragrances that's like such a good deal he can probably get any girl he wants after that" you hear Floch Forester boast to one of his colleagues with a voice as annoying as his face. 

"Did you just say Y. fragrances ? " You inquired, approaching his desk, his Adam apple bobbed up his throat and he nodded "The deal is for Eren ?" another nod. "Scratch that deal immediately" your tone is cold, him and petra ral was the tandem that replaced you during your leave obviously that haven't been doing a good job. 

"What are you talking about ? this is good for him and all of the company" he laughed nervously looking at his colleague for help. 

"If you knew how to do your job properly you would know that Y.fragrances is a branch of Y.pharma owned by Grisha Yeager, that name rings a bell to you ? That's Eren's father which he hasn't spoken to in years. This is just another one of his schemes to get a hold on his son, So scratch that deal right now or Eren will fire you himself."

Floch's face pales as you speak, frozen in place like you just turned him into stone, you quirk an eyebrow and he reaches for his phone at the speed of light. Turning your heels you walk toward your own office. What a shitty way to start the day you grumbles, heels hitting repeatedly the faux wooden floor. 

"That was pretty impressive" a familiar voice you recognize as Eren's trail behind you. "There is no way you didn't know about this, Eren, what are you doing?" you grumble, not taking the time to look at him. "I wanted him gone, the guy is an asshole, but nothing gets past the best agent in the world so you saved his ass"

You roll your eyes stepping in your carpeted floor office.  "This could have been a real mess Eren, it is serious."  you turn around and he is right in front of you, almost stepping on your toes. "Are you mad at me ?" he asks, kissing your cheeks, this is usually how he greets you in the morning.  "No, but next time run it by me first ?" you take the cup of coffee from his hands, drinking the sugary mixture from the cap, he nodded at you, all goofy grin on his face. 

"Anyways we have a busy day today : Zackley got the results of the shoot for your cover Pixis want to see them too so we have to be in the red meeting room in ten, this afternoon you have fittings for the fashion week and we'll also see if we can borrow something for your party" you give him back his cup at the end of your rant. "Sounds good ?" 

"You're the boss" he shrugs, positioning his mouth on the lipstick stain you left in your wake, eyes never leaving yours. What a tease.

It is a rare occurrence that the CEO shows up to validate any visuals so when Pixis enter the room, everybody goes quiet. 

"Y/N, a delight to have you back among us" his deep voice starts, as he squeezes your hand. You greet him back shyly and Eren laughs next to you. Of course he does, but it's not like you can dap up a sixty something year old man or greet him with the familiarity you do with Eren. 

The meeting goes well, the cover is provoking, the religious imagery he copied, the game of thrones reference but somehow everyone agrees that it fits Eren's persona well. 

"Armin and Mika are in town, cool if I grab lunch with them ? " Eren asks once you are both out of the room. "Sure, just remember we have to be at 2:00 at the showroom." Promising he'll be there on time Eren struts to the elevators. 

When you enter your office again you're met with the deep voice of your partner, Erwin Smith, he's holding your little girl and your heart immediately melts. 

"Surprise." he says, a tired smile adorning his angular features. Rushing to the sofa you depose a million kisses on his lips, patting gently the top of your newborn hair. 

"My babies" you squeal once you're sat next to them. Erwin transfers the baby from his arm to yours and she stirs a little before falling back asleep. Catching up with your lover you almost forget that you are at work, until it is feeding time, naturally you undress your chest when Erwin jolts standing up to close the blinds that are facing the corridor, the sofa is in a blind spot but you appreciate his attention anyway. The milk flows from your breasts to her mouth and you are able to relax. 

Your breasts are significantly heavier with all the milk you're carrying these days so this is a welcomed relief. You lay your head on Erwin's shoulder, feeling yourself getting slowly dragged to sleep. The door opens suddenly, dragging you back to reality, your eyes are wide open. 

"Eren!" you scold, you're a bit reassured that it's only him but still.

"You could have knocked, surely the closed blinds and doors were not enough to let you know she was busy" Erwin states in a sarcastic tone. 

"I didn't know we had visitors" Eren shrugs, sitting on the empty side of the couch flushed next to you. The proximity makes you realise that your breast is out. It takes a bit of manoeuver to swap the baby in her father's arm and button up your shirt all while preserving the little of dignity you have left, but you manage.

"So... what's the name of the baby?" Eren asks, isolating the last word like it's a slur. You snortle looking at him. "Lily, you want to hold her ?" you ask, knowing that he hasn't a paternal bone in his body, if anything he's the one that needs to be held. 

"Hard pass," he grumbled looking elsewhere. "We probably need to leave soon" Crap, you almost forgot about the fitting. You quickly check your watch and indeed you need to leave now or else you'll mess with everyone's schedule.

"Baby, I need to go, but I should be home early tonight" You turn back to Erwin, cradling his face in your hand. 

"Don't worry" he kisses your forehead softly. "Wait, you didn't eat anything, I didn't mean to hog you during your break" he speaks with a concerned face.

Standing up you smooth the material of your pants. "That's fine I'll pick something on the way" You hold your hand out to him so he can stand as well. The warmth of his palm makes you giddy and you turn your attention to Eren. He is still sitting on the couch, arms crossed and an empty stare. "Let's go ?" 

The ride in the elevator to the ground floor is deadly silent, Erwin looks amused, Eren looks ready to slit his own wrist. Parting ways with your family, you kiss Erwin and Lily one last time while Eren calls an uber. The Mercedes class A pulls up to the curb, the door is opened for as you take your seat behind the driver's. Surprisingly Eren is  stacked against you once again, with the way he's been silent for the last couple of minutes you would think that he'd choose the farthest option. Ain't he just full of surprises 

He is sitting sideways, caging you against the window. A slender finger of his picks up your curls and twirls them around, all of his attention is on you as you scroll your social media mindlessly, when the car is set in action you have to remind him to buckle his seatbelt. 

"Has he ever tasted your milk ?" The question makes your eyebrows shoot in surprise. You turn to him "Can we not discuss this now ?" you glance at the driver in the rearview mirror. "Would you prefer to be at the showroom in front of everyone ?" "Actually that's my personal life so I don't owe you anything" Your tone is harsh but you can' t believe he has the audacity to demand this from you. 

The mood has been set for the rest of the day, professional interaction only, he tries the different look the stylist has prepared ,you give your advice and validate them. No banter, no funny pictures like you always do. His gaze lingers on you from time to time and it is enough to make you feel bad as you eat the driest sandwich ever, in an empty corner of the room.There is something about giving him the cold shoulder that always makes you feel guilty. Eren never means ill, not to you at least. So you make the first step to reconciliation with him. 

"Hey, want to share a cab back home ?" you ask, searching for his eyes but he's only looking at his shoes, fixing his leather jacket.  "I don't want to bother you" he simply answered, voice barely above a whisper, your heart sank to your socks. "Eren, I didn't mean to lash out on you earlier" you start, grabbing his hand. "It just wasn't the right time, ok ?"  His emerald orbs meet yours and you swear they're more glassy than usual. "Yeah ok, let's just walk for a bit" you nod and the both of you make your way out of the building.

The first minutes are walked in complete silence. You try to find the right moment to break the ice but you don't know what to say, you don't know how he will react. Ever since you came back you feel like you haven't done a single right thing with Eren, making him cry, making him upset, what if you two are not compatible anymore ? 

"I'm sorry about earlier, I know I may have crossed a boundary, but I don't know how to act when I see you with him, for the longest time it was just us"  A weight is thrown off your shoulder but also his words are sinking in your core ; us ? You and Eren are undoubtedly a duo. It has been ever since he was 18 and you were 23, the age he is now. 

"I know" you say, bumping his biceps with your shoulders, a smile forming on your lips as you reminisce about the last years.

You've met him through Zeke, a college friend of yours. Diploma in hands, him as a literature major, you as a communication major, he had no issues finding a job, you on the other hand should have known that this sector was saturated. Months and months with no proper job offer, or decent one that takes into account your hard years of studying and the salary that goes with it. But beggars can't be choosers, you ended up as a  barmaid to make ends meet.  

As the good friend he is, Zeke reached out to you when his punk little brother (his words not yours) dropped out of school to pursue his dream of being an artist. He needed contacts and someone to tell him wrong from right: everything a eighteen years old boy lacks. Of course you helped him, After all there is a reason you decided to major in this domain.

Selfishly when he started to become a local attraction you wanted to keep him to yourself but the opportunities were soaring for you two, soon enough you were able to quit your job to focus mainly on Eren's career. It is safe to say that you spent the most of the last five years stuck to him. 

"Do you remember my apartment on Salisbury Street ? I was thinking of renting it for the launching party " he chortles looking at you with curious eyes.

"That shoebox ? It can barely fit the whole team. What about guests"

"Never stopped us before " you reply with a knowing smirk, he's looking at you with the same expression.

"I like the idea" comfortable silence stretches between the two of you, as you glide down the streets, sun slowly setting behind the skyscraper. Still you can't shake the need to address one more issue

"He's never tried it" it's an half word confession but you can't bring yourself to spell it out. Regardless, Eren seems to understand perfectly well what you mean. 

"The guy is a pussy, if you were my girlfriend we would be making cheese out of it"

"You're so gross" a laugh bubble up your throat 

"No but really, I want to taste it, think about it, there will be no doubt about who's in charge then"

You glare at him sideway "There never was a doubt about who is in control here" 

"Right you're so bossy. Is it why Erwin is at home with your bald ass baby while you are out earning the keep ?" you push his shoulders at his stupid comments

"Erwin is working from home, Levi helps him around the house, and you are probably jealous of Lily because she rocks the buzzcut better than you do"  Eren had so many hair phases in life, bald, undercut, bleached, colored. These days his hair is long, almost grazing his shoulders blades, all natural color from roots to ends. The reminiscence of his previous hairstyle makes him cringe.

"Wait, did you say Levi ? You're telling me that these two spend their days together taking care of your baby while you are out with me ? Good thing it's the month of June you are one hell of an ally."

"Right, it's not like you have several gay allegations yourself within your friends group. Who was it with again ? Armin, Reiner, Jean" You're about to list some more when his large palm covers your mouth. 

"That's different, I'm famous so that's how I know I actually made it" You roll your eyes not very convinced with his reasoning, but there is this river in Egypt...

Of course you are aware of the rumors surrounding your partner and his... janitor ? friend ? You wouldn't even know how to describe it. Levi has been in Erwin's life long before you and he will be long after. All in all you don't really care that much about it. Erwin is good to you and your daughter. Levin makes your life easier and is caring despite his icy personality. Sometimes you are caught between their longing stares, almost feeling left out.

"Let's call a cab" you offer to conclude this odd day.

_ 

Another day, another task to tend to. The "back to basics" idea for the release party was approved by Pixis and Zachley; you are able to rent your old appartement for the occasion. To you and Eren it used to be a recording studio, hotel, showroom, office and so much more. You want to conserve the vibe it used to hold but also make it more practical with all the transit that there will be that night.  Sitting on the couch of your office you try different layouts on your Ipad when a knock echoes in the room.

"Come in"  You lift your eyes to meet no other than Eren, since when does he knock on the door ? As if he heard your question he clears his throat.  "With yesterday's incident I figured I might pick up good habits"  Well, that is a pleasant surprise, never too late to be a good boy you shrug, refocusing your attention on your screen.

"What are you doing here anyway ? It's a day off for you" No answer comes from his part and you feel the couch dipping next to you, his head resting in the crook of your neck, his body curled up against you, back facing the door. 

" I wanted to see you and Porco is the biggest douchebag ever" You shoulder shakes with a soft laughter, right Eren is not the best at getting along with the fellow artist signed at this agency Porco harbour about the same temper as Eren so you can see how that cause a problem. 

"Tell me more about it" you hum softly caressing his hair. Eren mirrors you, softly tugging at your curls to make them bounce. 

As Eren rambles on, he keeps his head in your neck, lips grazing the tender skin with each word, deep voice reverberating directly against it. Goosebumps are rising all over your skin and you can't say that you know what he is talking about, you are distracted. When his lips press fully against your neck you yank his hair hard, giving him a stern look. 

"Let me taste you"  his green eyes are boring into yours pleading to finally indulge him. Intimacy has always been a good way to unwind for you and with everything coming up you could use the stress relief. If you both want it, what's the harm in that?

"Lock the door and close the blinds" you murmur letting go of his hair but he doesn't move "Unless you changed your mind" Scrambling to stand up he almost trip over his feet with what you only can guess is excitement. His eagerness makes you chuckle, you sit up on the couch, setting the Ipad away. Nothing is going to distract you from this moment. 

Making a quick work of the doors Eren comes back rushing to the sofa, while you unbutton your blouse. "No, no let me do it" he pin your hands to your side, fiddling with the buttons himself instead.  He is kneeling on the plush cushion of the sofa, so close to you. 

"You are practically panting" you remark, teasing his abs through his shirt.

"I'm so excited," he smiles, kissing your lips roughly. 

Once your breasts are out in the open Eren scoop them up in his hands, groaning when they are pressed against each other. "Look at you, so perfect" the smallest droplets of milk spritz out under the pressure. The sight makes Eren moan, as he attaches his lips to your left breast, aspiring the teat into his warm mouth, drawing the precious liquid from your body, the one substance he has been dreaming about for the last few weeks. 

Better than any drugs he's ever tried : his expectations have been met, moaning every second sending vibration through your bust. 

"Does it taste good baby? You like it ?" you taunt, letting your nails rake against his skull. 

"You're a goddess, it's so fucking good" he grunt before resuming his previous acitvity, eyes closed. It's like he is making out with your tit, tongue swirling and lapping at your sensitive nipple.The wet suction sounds fill the room and you stick your thigh together. Feeling yourself getting more aroused by the second. 

You didn't know it would affect you that much, but damn,seeing how a simple body fluid has him acting drives you crazy, you allow small moans of content to escape your lips. Once he has his fill Eren cup your cheeks, giving them a languorous kiss allowing your own taste on your tongue, it's sweeter than you expected. 

"Do you like it mommy ?" If it wasn't for your lust clouded brain you would have cringed at the nickname but right now you couldn't care less, biting your lips as you nod. 

"How about that one ?" you inquire pushing the fabric of your unattended breast. Eren moans, wasting no time to give it the same treatment as the other, he is splayed across your lap, strong arms locked behind your back. You feel his hardness against your thigh. There is no way he can cross the open space like that, so you take matter in your hand, literally. 

You have never seen his cock before so when you fish the hard length from his trousers your mouth falls in an o shape. The boy has reasons to be cocky. Spitting in your hands, you apply slow stroking motion on his penis. He immediately starts to fuck your hand and you smile how greedy can one be ? 

"Let me touch you please, let me make you feel good mommy"  you nod quickly, swallowing your spit, as you do so Eren's fingers have already snaked their way to your wet core. Making a quick work of your panties you feel the tip of his digit tracing circle on your clitoris, mimicking the ones he applies on your nipple. You haven't indulged in sexual intercourse since the birth of your daughter solitary or with Erwin so this feels like an electrochoc, your eyes close shut and a curse slips your lips. 

Your hips buck on their own and your grip on his cock intensifies. Eren and yourself are  both desperate as each other, chasing your high using the other's body. 

"Be a good boy, make me cum please, I'm close Eren" you know this will motivate him to bring you to your edge, and it does, accelerating his movement as he groans in the fat of your breast with muffled whispers of "mommy" mixed with your name. You want him to come at the same time as you so you focus on his tip, swiping your thumb over his slit over and over again.

The room sounds like a mess when you both finally cum. You're panting, Eren is moaning, you can only hope that no one walks past your office right now. His hot semen covers your digits and you lazily bring it to your mouth to have a taste, not as sweet as your milk, but you'll take it, licking clean any remnant on your skin. 

His head is resting on your lap, as he kisses your belly through the buttoned part of your blouse. 

"Was it good for you ?" he murmurs, looking at you through his dark hair. You nod as a smile crosses your face, you push his hair back.  "Yes Eren, thank you"  A proud smile is displayed on his face as he closes his eyes once more, rubbing his face in your covered stomach. 

_

It's Friday evening, and finally the week comes to an end. You have staged the apartment for Eren's upcoming listening party, it is perfect. You curated the place to be a perfect mix of his past and present self, it's more of an intimate gathering than a big launching. It will sure stir up the curiosity of the press and fans so might be good on all sides 

You haven't seen Eren since your... steamy intercourse, he is off until the next week. The aftermath of your act is unsure yet, he left with a spring in his step and a dopey grin. He wanted to spend the rest of the day with you and had a hard time keeping his hands to himself.  You took it as a post orgasm bliss, only wishing that he won't be acting that way toward you in public now that you finally indulged him. 

Getting home to your partner and child that day was jarring, a part of you was excited about keeping such a dirty secret but it also made you feel like shit. You cried that night and Erwin held you close to his chest, soothing you, telling you that everything was going to be ok. There is something about being in his arms that instantly calms you, he is so much bigger than you, and always warm.

 You didn't tell him the reasons behind your tears but he was as supportive as always. You had rocky days during your pregnancy so he's not a stranger to your random outburst of emotion and you are grateful he doesn't judge you for it. 

One thing you don't miss about pregnancy other than the swollen ankles, shitty sleep positions, back pain and nausea, is the alcohol prohibition. You are currently relaxing on your sofa, a nice glass of white wine in your hand while you watch the latest episodes of love island. The doorbell rings and you adjust your silk robe before making your way to the door. It must be the Thai food you ordered. 

You don't have the time to greet the courier that he's already bursting into your apartment. You are ready to scream when you recognize the emerald eyes that have been haunting you for quite some time now.

"What the fuck is wrong with you seriously" you barely can contain the anger in your tone, kicking his calf with your bare feet. 

Eren mumbles  something you can't hear as he takes off his shoes and jacket. He is avoiding eye contact with you at all cost, you recognize this behavior. The same he used when he shaved his hair without telling anyone two days before his first ever  billboard appearance, the same he used when he got caught with his ex again after publicly painting them as a bad person. 

Just what has he done this time? You close your eyes resting all of your weight on the front door. Here goes your peaceful weekend. 

"Eren ? What is going on" you tone is calm, he has a habit of getting defensive when feeling cornered. 

"Nothing, just wanted to see you" you almost believe him but he is fidgety, too much to be normal. You close the distance forcing him to look at you. 

"Speak" 

" I have told Armin and Mika about us" Your whole body freezes at his words, you're speechless, soullessly staring at him. Large hands come to your shoulder shaking  lightly as he calls your name. Freeing yourself from his grasp you walk to the couch slopping on it. His words swim in your head on repeat. His bestfriends know about this, they're far from gossip kind people, but the more  people know the more at risk you are.

"Are you mad at me ?" he's sitting right next to you and you haven't even noticed. 

"You told your friends that I cheated on my partner Eren, sorry if I'm not smiling ear to ear right now" you deadpan, downing your wine glass in two greedy sips. These words seem to have awakened something in him as he whispers his next sentence.

"Shit is Erwin here ?" You shake your head left to right. "He's  at his dad's with Lily and Levi. I'm joining them tomorrow." Right, it's the first time your father in law is meeting your baby girl and here you are with the men you cheated on his son with, way to go. "Why the hell did you do that?" you ask incredulously.

"They've known about how I feel for years, I was so happy the other day it slipped my lips"  

"About how you feel ?" you question, filling your glass again.

"Yeah, I love you" he answers easily, kissing your cheek.  You snortle, once the bottle is empty, setting it on the ground. "No, you don't" 

"Yes I do" he sounds angrier, gripping your shoulders for you to face him "I have been in love with you since I was eighteen and I don't plan on stopping" His revelation makes you all giddy inside but you can't show him.

"It is normal for you to feel attached to me, we spend an awful lot of time together Eren, but it is not love" you explain, petting his cheek tenderly. His brows furrowed and he scouts closer to you. 

"I'm not a child, I know what I feel, I'm in love with you can't you see it ?" 

"Would you be saying this if we didn't have sex the other day ?" you regret your words the moment they echoe in the room. He looks like a kicked puppy and you're the one who gave the blow. 

"I love you because you care about me in a way no one did before, you understand me and I thought i did too." he gets up and before he can move you catch his wrist, he's wearing the watch you have offered him after he won his first award.  He could be wearing any of the expensive watches that were gifted to him by the brands he works with, yet he chose the small discreet one you picked for him. You gulp, guilt sinking slowly but surely in your bones.

"Do you remember when you slipped encouragement notes between the cue cards for that stupid vanity fair video or whatever ? That is one of the reasons  I fell in love with you, not because of the other day" You tug at his wrist so he can face you again. 

"I'm sorry Eren, I didn't mean to say that. It's just a lot for me to take in, can you understand baby ?" The nickname softens him and he hugs you.

-Crisis averted- your manager brain can't help but chant in your head. You shut it down rapidly, as the situation sinks in. Are you in love with Eren ? Probably not if you're asking yourself this question, you need to clear out this situation. 

Pushing his body away from yours you kiss him. A real kiss one where you take the time to taste each part of his mouth, tongue dancing around each other and bodies impossibly closer. The butterflies are here in your stomach but that is not enough for you to determine your feelings. 

"Get on your knees Eren, eat me out" His eyes grow wider but he wastes no time obeying you. 

Parting your knees, Eren yanks you to his face, planting it straight in your pussy, he then starts to rub it  left to right, up and down, the groan he left out sends  vibrations in your whole body.  With the help of his fingers he stretches the skin around your clitoris, exposing completely the bundles of nerves to the cold air of the room. You don't have the time to shiver that his tongue is actively lapping at it. 

Your hips jolt at the contact it almost feels like your first time, you can't even remember the last time you received head.  Grabbing your glass from the table you sip on your wine as a smile spreads across your lips, this what heaven must be like, a pretty boy giving you head while you sip on the gods nectar. 

"Is it good ?" Eren asks, the lower part of his face covered in your arousal, the sight makes you catch your lips between your teeth, you nod pushing his head back towards your core with your feet. He smiles against your pussy. 

The familiar numbness in your legs tells you that you will not last long, but there is something else, something more urgent that comes with no warning. Before you can utter out a word a stream of bodily fluid sprays on Eren's face. Fuck, maybe you had to much wine. Your body shakes and it doesn't stop eren from his assault on your abused clitoris. 

"W-wait please Eren" you beg pulling at his hair, you feel the tears prick up in your eyes with the intensity of your first orgasm. He contests a bit, before resting his head on your thigh nipping at the flesh playfully. 

"I want you to feel good" He doesn't seem bothered by the fact that he is covered with your cum, your pussy clenches greedily but there is nothing to grasp on, you need him right now. 

"I think you prove us that you are very much capable of that " you chuckle, pushing his shoulder with your toes "Come here" you pat the empty spot on the couch next to you. Once he is sat you straddle him, locking his lips with yours. Eren quickly gets rid of his pants and underwear, he's about to pull the string of your robe, when you catch his wrist.

"It's my first time having sex since childbirth" you murmur against his lips, almost shameful. You don't want him to imagine a wild rodeo session that will leave him limping.  "We are going to go slow, you chose the pace ok mommy ?" he reassures you, planting feather light kisses on your lips, here goes the butterflies against. You nod grinding on his erection a few times for good measure then slowly sinking it inside your cunt, inch by inch. 

Once it is fully seated inside of you, you start with slow back and forth grinding motion. Eren's large palms are on your back, accompanying your every move, but never directing you, he is so willing to help it makes you want to ruin him. attaching his plump lip to your nipple he suckles but nothing comes out of it. 

"Fed someone else today, there is nothing for you" you mock, gripping his jaw in your hand as you intensify your hips movement. Eren pout looking up at you. "I want you all to myself" he managed through your grip. His eyes are glassy, you are convinced that you can make him cry out of pleasure if you play your cards right. The thought makes your pussy clench down on him and he winces.  

"You want mommy to yourself baby ?" you ask in a condescending tone, gripping the headrest of the couch to ride him harder still.  He nods furiously. "I want to be yours" you chuckle at that, slipping your fingers in his mouth. "You already are Eren, you belong to me, I control every aspect of your life"  you press your digits hard on his tongue and he moans. "Say it" you command, laying your feet flat on the couch to bounce up and down on his thick cock. 

His words are incomprehensible , your fingers filling his mouth are the reasons, a devilish grin sprouts on your face. "Say it or I will stop" you emphasize your words with a hard slam of your hips down his cock, the tears break free from his pretty eyes, there he is.

"m'yours" he spills hastily, drool covering his digits and your chin. "Good boy" you use the nickname as a reward and his dick twitches inside of you. 

It is priceless to see him like that, you feel your lower belly tangle in a mess of excitation and pride. The sloshing sound of your wet cunt ramming up and down his manhood does nothing to tame you down.  The same feeling of numbness runs through your legs again, you don't want to cum yet but you are not going to be able to hold it in if he keeps looking at you like that. 

"Do you want to fill me up Eren ? Fuck another baby inside of me ?"  you ask, taking out your fingers out his mouth. More tears fall freely from his eyes and he growls, head falling back  on the couch still gawking at you through hooded eyes,

"Please, yes please"  he begs voice deeper than usual, he's such a mess right now, you giggle ready to finish him. Your lips melt on his, as your drool covered hands flies to your pussy, flicking your clit in circular motions.  It is not long until Eren's cum fills you up to your womb, you follow shortly after, body thrashing against him. 

"I love you" is the first thing you hear when you come back to your senses. 

"I love you too Eren" you answer, his dick stirred inside of you. 

If it is true, why does it leave a bad taste in your mouth ? 

[rhadamanthes]

soulless eyes. ryomen sukuna

⭒⏝2.1k . . . warnings : angst | mdni. narcissistic husband!sukuna, depression, mommy issues ꒰ f.꒱, toxic relationship, slight mention of ed, emotional abuse, anxiety, extreme sadness, not a single trace of physical abuse, sukuna is really insensitive and cruel . . . ໑ ‧ ₊ ⊹˚

miel's note : this ff is not meant to romanticize toxic relationships + that's not the intention, so pls don’t see it that way. i'm categorically against that kind of thinking.

── ♡ノ↺ + comments are appreciated ˳ᐟ

"what kind of bullshit are you doing this time?" sukuna rumbled lowly, his deep voice vibrating through the heavy silence as his eyes settled on your small form kneeling before him. you were hunched over a sheet of paper, completely absorbed in your task, the soft scratch of your pen the only sound in the room.

he drew the cigarette from between his lips with two fingers, exhaling a slow, deliberate stream of smoke that curled in the air above you. his gaze, half-lidded and unreadable, drifted downward—tracing the delicate lines of your spine, the gentle slope of your slender shoulders.

"did you eat today?" he murmured, more to himself than to you, the words hanging in the air like smoke. 

"no." the word slipped from your pretty lips in a breathless whisper, barely audible, yet firm enough to carve a subtle tension into the air between you and him. you didn’t look up—your eyes remained fixed on the page, hand moving steadily as if the act of writing were the only thing tethering you to the moment.

sukuna's expression didn’t shift, but the silence that followed crackled like static. he took another slow drag from his cigarette, the ember at the tip flaring briefly, then dimming.

“still defiant,” he murmured, his eyes never leaving the sight of your form. he stepped forward, the soft scuff of his foot against the floor sounding louder than it should have. what a big man. “even now.”

his gaze dropped again to your trembling fingers, then back to the words you guarded so fiercely on that fragile piece of paper.

“what is it,” he asked, voice a velvet growl, “that you’re so desperate to finish before i break that silence of yours."

“a letter to my mom.” you finally whispered, the words tight and brittle between your clenched teeth as you cut him off. your pen scratched harder against the paper, the ink smudging slightly under your hand. he was starting to piss you off.

sukuna stood over you like a storm cloud, his presence thick in the air, oppressive. the faint scent of ash clung to him as he exhaled smoke slowly, deliberately, as if savoring the moment just before something snapped.

he watched the way your shoulders tensed, the way your messy hair—tangled from stress and hours of ignoring yourself—clung to the nape of your neck and slipped over your face. still, you kept writing, stubbornly hunched over your paper, pretending like the weight of his gaze wasn’t crawling down your spine. and that dress you were wearing. it's been days. when was the last time you took a fucking shower?

“why do you care so much about that horrible woman?” he asked, his tone calm, but with a razor’s edge beneath it. there was no sympathy in his voice.

your jaw clenched. the pen in your hand paused.

slowly, you turned your head to glare at him over your shoulder. strands of hair slid across your cheek, clinging to your skin and you didn’t bother brushing them away.

“because you’re better than her?” you shot back, your voice low and bitter.

he placed his cigarette between his lips. the quiet that followed was heavier, suffocating. you felt it more than heard it, the way the room seemed to contract, the air thinning around his still form.

his gaze locked with yours—sharp and darker, like a beast deciding whether to bite.

“careful,” he simply said at last, the word soft but laced with steel. ohh yeah he hated you.

you heart skipped a beat at his tone but you didn’t look away.

“a letter to a woman who would spit on it the second she touched it,” he murmured, his voice level, cold, almost amused, almost. “tell me." he walked toward you slowly, each step deliberate, predatory. and with every inch he closed between you, your head rose instinctively, drawn to him like a thread pulled taut. his smell, his smell was everywhere now. "how many times does she have to rip you open before you stop handing her the knife?” him and his nasty mouth. mean, mean, mean, mean all the damn time.

you didn’t answer. you simply couldn’t. your mouth was tight, your breath held somewhere deep in your chest. you grabbed your hair tightly.

he tilted his head slightly, watching your face for a reaction, but his expression remained unreadable.

“she doesn’t love you,” he continued, still calm, almost thoughtful, and yet you felt your heart sank in a deep black hole at his words. “she loves control. she loves watching you twist yourself in knots for a scrap of affection. and you…” he leaned in just a fraction. "you still call that love.” 

you wanted to vomit. 

you suddenly bit your bottom lip as your throat tightened even more. you hated how much his words hit—how much truth they carried and how much you wanted to cry desperately in front of him right now.

even as he slowly ground the heel of his bare foot deeply into the paper. even as your letter was reduced to a wrinkled, useless stain on the floor.

“you're pathetic,” he said, not cruelly. just factually. like he was commenting on the weather. “but at least you’re aware of it. that’s a start.” 

"like i said earlier sukuna. you're no better." the words tore from your lips, sharp with fury. you glared at him, jaw clenched, eyes burning—not just with anger, but with the sting of something deeper, and extremely fragile.

and he didn’t even flinch.

sukuna stood still, watching you in silence, his gaze heavy, unreadable. his crimson eyes held yours for a long moment, then drifted—slowly, deliberately—down to your full lips. he paused there, like he was memorizing the shape of your defiance, then dragged his gaze back up to your eyes.

you could see it—the brief flicker of something different in his expression. not surprise. not softness. just observation. you were a caged rat under his microscope, bleeding for the sake of his curiosity.

and yet at that moment he thought you were pretty. even like this.

especially like this.

with your messy hair tangled around your face, your lips trembling just slightly, and those unshed tears clinging stubbornly to the corners of your beautiful eyes—tears you refused to let fall, even if it took everything in you to keep them there.

he saw them.

and you hated that he did.

but worse—he didn’t mock them. he just stared. calm. silent, like it was your fault. sukuna was poison in human form. a master of manipulation, a gaslighter wrapped in charm and cruelty. you already had one narcissist haunting your life, your mother. that was supposed to be enough, wasn’t it? no. fate gave you a husband cut from the same twisted cloth. a matching set. the cherry on top of your lovely little nightmare.

but this one was handsome right? oh, please.

and here he was standing in front of you, waiting to see which would fall first, the tear or the mask.

"do you want me to comfort you?"

"no." you bit your lip until it bleed.

"why." and his cruel eyes didn't miss that.

"...becau—"

"you're crying." he smiled at you.

"no i'm not—" 

then, without breaking eye contact, he flicked his half-smoked cigarette to the floor—right next to your bare legs. the ember nearly kissed your skin.

the cigarette landed near your leg with a soft hiss, the ember dying on the cold floor—but the sting it left wasn’t on your skin.

it was somewhere deeper.

you didn’t answer him. couldn’t. you just stared at the blackened paper, then at the empty spot where your letter used to be.

and then it happened.

not a sob. not a scream.

just one tear. silent. slow. it carved a path down your soft cheek like it had been waiting there forever. 

poor you. you were such a sweet person. 

that's unfair.

don't you think?

sukuna tilted his head as if he were studying something curious, his smile fading into that unreadable stillness again. his eyes tracked the tear, then flicked up to meet yours.

you tried your hardest to breathe through it, to hold the rest back, but another one fell. then another. you pressed your full lips tight, shoulders trembling as you turned your face away, shame and exhaustion creeping up your spine like ice water.

he didn’t speak. he just watched you unravel in silence, the way someone watches fire eat through paper.

sukuna slowly dragged his hand beneath the folds of his kimono, fingers grazing lazily along the skin of his waist. the motion was unhurried, indulgent—like he had all the time in the world.

his eyes never left you. not your trembling shoulders, not the way your arms wrapped tighter around yourself, not the silent tears you were so desperately trying to pretend weren’t there.

he savored it.

the quiet, the vulnerability, the way your body was shaking more and more with each passing second. it wasn’t pity he felt—it was fascination.

something in him fed on it. not your pain exactly, but the crack in your composure. the unraveling. the moment someone stopped pretending they were fine.

and he watched.

like he was omniscient.

or a monster.

or both.

"do you want me to comfort you." he asked again in a low voice, but this time, it was more like an order than a direct question. "so quiet. almost makes me forget what you’re capable of."

"yes."

"yes what." he ran his long fingers through his pink hair to comb it back.

"i want your comfort." 

"get up." ahh this man seriously. his tone was so unlovable. 

you rose slowly, head bowed, with your messy hair sliding from your shoulders, shifting your weight from one leg to the other like every movement cost you something. like the sadness was eating you alive and his next words might be the final blow. but sukuna didn’t need you to speak. he never did. he could see it, feel it, in the silence, in the tremble of your breath and in the soulless depths of your eyes.

he knew exactly how to break you, and worse, how deeply his tongue could cut without ever drawing blood.

you moved toward him, each step slow, your body folding forward under a weight no one could see—a burden so heavy it felt like your knees might give out and send you collapsing at his feet. one step. then another. and all the while, he watched, chin tilted up, gaze sharp and cold, looking down on you like you were nothing but a broken puppet. 

his puppet.

you didn’t need to meet his eyes. you didn’t need to look at him at all. you knew him—every cruel edge, every silence that stung louder than a slap. and he knew you. knew just how far you could bend before you snapped.

you wrapped your arms around him, and his body jolted softly as you surrendered completely, letting your entire weight fall against him. 

your forehead resting heavily against the cold, bare skin of his chest, exposed by the loose collar of his kimono. tears slipped quietly down your cheeks, falling without will as you pressed your face deeper into him, craving warmth from someone who gave none. he lit another cigarette with one hand, the faint glow casting shadows on his indifferent face, while his other arm hung uselessly by his side. 

his gaze was fixed on the world outside the window—distant, uncaring, and utterly detached from the silent sorrow you carried in your embrace.

you squeezed him tighter, almost wanting to hurt him, though you never could. your hands clenched the fabric of his kimono, gripping the loose cloth that slipped down his back as if holding on to the last thread of something real. your cheek pressed hard against his cold skin, your breath shallow and trembling as despair curled deep inside you. from the corner of the room, you caught your reflection in the cracked mirror—the fragile, broken shadow that you had become, pressed against a man who was nothing but cruelty and indifference.

and his indifference was a blade.

sharper than any of the words he loved using against you.

he smoked in silence, the ember glowing bright before fading into ash, and you felt yourself fading too — invisible, unheard, unseen. the softness of his skin beneath your cheek mocked the hardness in his eyes, a constant reminder that no matter how much you reached out, no matter how tightly you clung, the love you craved was a ghost that would never answer.

you wanted to scream into the silence, to shatter the distance that stretched like a canyon between you both, but the sound never came. 

instead, only the hollow thud of your own heart—beating for people who would never hold you back.

© 𝙢𝙞𝙚𝙡𝙪𝙨𝙘𝙞𝙤𝙪𝙨. 𝙢𝙙𝙣𝙞 — 𝘥𝘰 𝘯𝘰𝘵 𝘴𝘵𝘦𝘢𝘭, 𝘮𝘰𝘥𝘪𝘧𝘺 𝘰𝘳 𝘳𝘦𝘱𝘰𝘴𝘵 𝘮𝘺 𝘸𝘰𝘳𝘬 𝘱𝘭𝘴 ☆

[rhadamanthes]

[rhadamanthes]

legs shaking bc of my workout and not a grey haired latino named connie springer what a sad life I live

[rhadamanthes]

your new favorite Connie Springer x reader

warnings : meet cute, alcohol consumption, tongue kissing, tongue sucking, mention of public sex, fingering, nipple play, hair pulling, dry humping, light chocking, doggy style, missionary, breeding kink.

author's note : title inspired by west side from ariana grande <3 this fic was so fun to write omg + I almost fell in love with the version of Connie i wrote... Also I wasn't sure about the spanish pet names but let's embrace this. Ty for reading let me know what you think!!

word count : 5,2k

You're drunk, not embarrassing yourself type drunk, just quiet, laughing at your friends conversation drunk. It's bottomless brunch after all so who cares whether you are wasted at noon or not. Another margarita is coding your way and an idea sparks in your head.

"Who's got a cigarette ?" you talk over your friend's voices. They grunt in unisson scolding your name. 

"You need to stop mixing poison like that" Marco scolds from your right side, taking the drink from your hands. You roll your eyes, an easy smile playing on your lips.

"Well ladies I need to pee so behave while I'm away" you joke, stradling Jean's toned thigh so you can get out of the table. His hands caress your naked back as you stand up. 

Your comment earns you disapproving stares and laughs from the table. 

"Need me to come with ? Doesn't really look like you can stand on your own" Annie remarked from her seat.

"I'll be just fine don't worry" you chirp making your way to the smoking area. 

Something about being drunk always makes you crave a nice cold cigarette. You're not a regular smoker that's why you allow yourself one from time to time.  

The smell of nicotine floods your senses and you close your eyes in delight, surely a kind soul is going to let you borrow one. Who would deny a pretty girl like you? 

This part of the restaurant is equally pretty as the rest. Marco picked it for you guys and he always had good taste. It is an outdoor type of place, lawned grass, colorful flowers and exotic trees. A white circular gazebo is the centerpiece of the area, vines are wrapped around the forged steel, and the sun rays beautify  it. 

Why does the smoking area look like a wedding venue ? Drunk you think it is really funny, walking faster and giggling. The other smokers scattered on the lawn giving you curious looks. 

The inside of the white structure has equally white benches disposed in circles. A man about your age is sitting there, the object of your desire burning in his right hand. 

"Hey, do you have a cigarette ?" you inquire with the most charming smile you can muster, not sure about what it ends up looking like though. 

Said boy lifts his head up, meeting your eyes, He is cute with his overgrown grey buzz cut and hazel eyes. 

"Sure" he says, handing you the marlboro pack, you take a stick from it, sitting on the left side of the handsome stranger. You thank him again as he hands you a lighter as well.

"Don't you think this place is overkill for a smoking area ?" you comment, lighting up the cigarette as you look around still in drunk disbelief.

A chuckle comes from your right "Well it is always better than a shady back alley right ?, the wok down the street  made me wash my shoes before i got back in" 

"Well, cheers to that" you giggle, finally bringing the cigarette to your glossy lips. "What's your name by the way ?" You ask, fully looking at him. 

"The name's Connie " you give your name to him and a smile forms on his face "It is nice to meet you" turning his head to the side you only notice now that he has a pink flower colored in his hair. You giggle, bringing your fingers to trace it. 

"I know it's all crooked but my siblings did it, they're 4 and 6 for the records"  he laughs, stubbing the end of his cigarette on the sole of his shoes.

"Can I see the other side ? " you demand, now raking your nails against his skull. 

Another thing you crave when you are drunk is physical contact... Unfortunately Connie is receptive to it, leaning in your hand to show you the other side of his head.

"Nothing here, just piercings" Double helix, rook and triple lobe, oh that man is a whore. And gold suits him well.

"Look at mine" you say, extending your neck for him to take a look. Warm fingers push stray hair behind your ear and he whistles looking at the gold rings going from your lobe up to the top of your ear.  His reaction makes you giggle and you nod your head.

"Yup, that cost me four month of sleep, and I don't even regret it" you take another drag from the nicotine stick. 

Your hand is still in his hair, you pull lightly and he yelps

"Ouch!" 

"Sorry! It's just that they are the perfect length to pull, and i don't think I ever met someone with short hair like that" You apologize, instinctively taking your hand out of his head  The words fly out of your mouth before you can even stop them, you must sound like an idiot, what is so special about short hair ? 

"What are you a cat ?" he jokes, running a hand over the spot you pulled. You laugh with him and relax that he's not mad, after all you guys are still strangers. 

"I mean, I would purr for you" you laugh again but this time he doesn't follow you. 

Why do you keep talking ?

His eyebrows shot up and his head turns to the side, "Yeah ? You would ? " a cheshire grin seizes his face as you close your eyes in embarrassment. 

"I don't know what's in these cigarettes but it is strong"  you try to gain your dignity back, but being honest with yourself, you know that you meant what you said. 

A whole heartedly laugh comes from Connie's chest and you don't mind anymore. The conversation with him goes smoothly, you didn't mean to stay this long but he offered another cigarette and then another as the conversation digressed to various subjects. 

Your legs are now horizontally on top of his thighs, one of his hands resting on it drawing abstract shapes. 

"Do you want to kiss?" you ask after a beat of silence. Connie gives you a lopsided smile.

"It is not in my nature to refuse anything to a pretty girl, but you are drunk muñequita" he scolds, pinching your thigh.

"Ow" you jump at the stinging sensation. 

"Another time, I promise" pushing your legs off him he stands up, extending his hand to you. "Let me walk you back to your table, yeah ?" you nod, grabbing his hand to stand, after a few steps, you link your arm to his. 

Getting close to your table, you noticed that Jean has taken your previous spot, leaned against Marco, his eyes sparkles listening intently to whatever he's saying. These two should hurry up and get with each other, you think taking one more step in their direction. You squeeze Connie's biceps signaling him that you have arrived at your destination. 

" I was going to ask where the hell you've been but I got my answer now" Reiner mocks taking another sip from his drink. "It's nice to see you Springer" he greets, holding his palm to Connie. 

"Good to see you too Braun, and Hoover, Leonhart Bott, Kirschtein" he lists your friend, offering them a smile, except for Jean, who stands up and the two of them give each other a quick hug. Wait what ? 

"You guys know each other ?" you ask dumbfounded

"What do you think ?" you hear Jean say with his usual sassiness, sitting back down

"Oh shut up" you groan, taking back your place next to him. 

"Who are you here with ?" Jean asks 

"Sasha, Eren and the lesbians" he laughs, running a hand through his hair. The whole table laugh as well. "I better go before they fill a missing person report, enjoy your lunch guys" he adds waving to the table, his gaze lingers on you and you hold back a smile, waving back, once he's on his way, you turn to Jean with pulled eyebrows. 

"Why did you never tell me you have fine ass friends like that ? " you start, brow pinched. As an answer Jean kicks you under the table, pinching your eyebrows even further you kick him back harder, when Connie's voice reaches your ear. You freeze,oops. 

"You got my lighter ?" kicking Jean one more time for good measure you turn around meeting Connie's eyes 

"Uh yeah, I do" Looking down at the table, you remember not taking your purse for your "Toilet break", fishing it from the confines of your breasts you push it into his hand. "Here, kept it warm for you" you smile looking up at him. 

"Appreciate it"  He returns your smile squeezing the lighter. before taking his final leave. 

You watch his form disappear, letting out a long sigh, you want him so bad. 

"You don't even try to be subtle about it" Annie snickers. 

"Subtle about what ?" you shrug your shoulders, cutting a slice of your pancake with the same proud grin on your face.

"I got to say the lighter trick was impressive" Bertholdt admitted, giving you a thumbs up.

Another fit of laughter around the table and you stuff your face with the fluffy crepe. 

ᓚ₍ ^. .^₎

 Realising that Connie was gravititating in the same friend's group as you made you think that you would meet him again sooner. You have found his instagram, twitter and even spotify.

 It was easily found through Jean's following, you couldn't help but think that he could've been looking for you too. Feeling down every time the new follower notification didn't end up being him. You don't want to follow him first since you remember quite making a fool of yourself last time you saw him. Maybe he wasn't interested at all and you just threw yourself at him like some desperate drunkyard.

 Until one day, Niccolo and Sasha invited the group over to inaugurate their new shared apartment, especially the kitchen since Niccolo will be cooking for you all . As you take off your coat and shoes, you can see a familiar buzzcut in the living room.

 "Fuck" you murmur, face dipped into the coat you just hung.

 "What ?" Jean asks, fixing his mullet.

 "Connie's here" you murmur

 "With the show you put on last time I thought you'd be more happy" he laughs tapping your back.

 "I was drunk and now I'm sober, so this is very embarrassing"

 "Yeah, what did you do ?"

 "I'm not telling you! You will make fun of me until the day I die"

 "I will regardless, better ask Connie directly, he'll be happy about it"

 You scold his name but he's already greeting the ones already there with his loud usual obnoxiousness. You brace yourself, taking a deep breath before following his lead.

 Dinner goes well, the food is delicious. Their large dinner table made you sit five and five in front of each other. Jean, Eren, Armin Reiner and Sasha on one side You ,Annie Mikasa Bertholdt Connie on the other.Niccolo sat at the end of the table not to bother anyone when making his back and forth to the kitchen.

 You're grateful not to have Connie in your line of sight, but every time your eyes met Jean he would wiggle his eyebrows or make a kissy face. Asshole, at some point you stop lifting your gaze from the plate all at once "Are you grounded ? " Annie asked, sipping on her wine. You elbowed her and the dinner went on.

 After a hearty meal, the friend group is scattered over the living room, some on the floor, others on the couch. Bertholdt is sleeping, head resting on Annie's knees, Niccolo and Sasha are snuggled up, chatting with Armin and Jean, Eren is busy pulling at Mikasa's space bun every time she turns her head away from him. You and Reiner are slumped against each other, not having it in you to have the slight conversation.

 And Connie, well Connie sat opposite of you, his gaze followed you at all times, you stole a few glances at him when he was engaged in conversations with the others, he would quickly turn his attention on you but you shied away looking elsewhere.

 "I could do another glass of water," Reiner says, swirling around the few drops left in his current glass.

 "I got you" you urge snatching it from his hand as you rush towards the kitchen, not able to bear the weight of Connie's gaze anymore.

Hands parted on the side of the sink you let a long exhale out, closing your eyes. Part of you feels bad, you were all over him at brunch and now you can't even look his way without  squirming. 

"Are you avoiding me ?" you hear from behind you.

Turning around, no other than Connie stands there, arm propped up on the doorframe. You're getting a full look at him for the first time tonight and god he is fine, the short sleeve shirt he's wearing reveals his well defined arms and tattoos. You feel a heartbeat in your pussy. Shameful you divert your gaze elsewhere, one more time. 

"No, n-not at all" you stutter filling Reiner's glass.

Connie approaches you, turning your body to face his. 

"Yeah? Why can't you look me in the eyes then ?"  he asks, caging your body as he places his hand on the counter behind you. 

"You know why" you chortle, eyes slowly traveling up his chest until you meet his hazel eyes. 

"There she is" a smile spread on his face showing off all white teeth. 

"It's just I remember some of the things I've said and done at brunch and... well that was quite embarrassing for a first encounter" you admit 

"I remember seeing you around before that " Your head tilts to the side at his word, surely you would have remembered a man like him "At Reiners after party to celebrate his new positions ? I don't blame you for not placing it, you were with someone else, blond guy ?" 

The friend group doesn't lack blong men but there's only a few you have dated "Colt ? Yeah we're not a thing anymore"

"May I ask why ?"

"Hmm, no particular reason. He was a good boy, maybe too much ?" you conclude scrunching your face.

"You don't like good boys ?" Connie inquires, pressing his hips into yours.

"On the contrary, but he needs to have other things to offer" 

"I see, I see, were you purring for him ?" he adds with a shit eating grin. Mortification washes over you closing your eyes, head hanging low, as your forehead knocks against his chest. You feel it vibrating with laughter. 

This is one of the few things you remember telling him when you were drunk.

"Come on, you know I had to say it" he laughs patting the top of your hair. "Let's play a game, I'll give you a sentence and you tell me if that was you or the tequila speaking"

"Another plan to humiliate me further " you ask playfully, resting your elbows on the counter, still framed by his hands. Your skins touches, another heartbeat in your pussy.

"So when you said you would purr for me ?"

"Me, tequila just made sure everyone has to know"

"I'll thank her for that"

The more questions he asks the more confident you get, allowing your knee to go up his thigh, slowly travelling to his crotch as the questions goes on. It is your turn to ask something now.

"If I remember correctly, you said you'd kiss me when I'm sober so ? What are you waiting for ?"

"I'm a man of my word, come here" One of his hands comes to the back of your neck as his soft lips take over yours. The kiss is slow, torturously slow, you like that,it gives you the time to taste him, or his last drink,cherry cola. 

His hand squeezes your neck, you moan into the kiss giving him access to your tongue,as he gently caresses it with slow motions. Your body moves on its own, bucking against him, your knee pressing into his growing bulge. Connie inserts one of his thighs between yours so every single motion makes you grind against it. The groan he let out makes your whole body shiver, no doubt he felt the way you are already wet for him. The grip on your neck intensifies.

 Mimicking him, you let one of your hands fly to his hair, pulling at the short strands.He groans again,but you don't stop until the kiss is broken, head tilted back. Connie's lips are parted, breath heavy as he looks down at you with hooded eyes.

 "Tongue" you say, gaze fixated on his mouth. Connie obliges, sticking the pink muscle out. A smile crosses your face from his obedience. Approaching your face you suck his tongue into your mouth, still holding firmly his hair. A mix of your saliva is dripping down your chin but you couldn't care less. Placing your other hand on his butt you squeeze him impossibly closer to you.

 "You two horndogs are really going at it in the kitchen ?"  Jean's voice startles you, as you part from Connie. 

 You let out an exasperated sigh when you see him standing next to the fridge. 

 "Oh don't look at me like that you let Reiner parched in the living room" he grins looking at Connie being pressed against you. 

 Oh, right, that is why you came to the kitchen in the first place. 

 "We're not in the desert he'll be fine" you grumble, wiping your chin. 

 "Probably but I'm not sure Sasha and Niccolo would be too happy with you two inaugurating their kitchen before they had the chance." His sentence makes the two of you part physically. The sight of the tent in Connie's pants makes you smile, you could feel bad knowing he'll have to go back to the living room like that, but you're proud of yourself. 

 "Well I better get big boy his water" Grabbing the glass from the counter you make your way to the exit, shooting Connie a wink, he flashes you a smile. 

 Reiner gives you a curious look when you sit back handing him his water. After a moment Jean and Connie reappear in the living room, this time he sits right next to you. Your shoulders are touching. 

 When Sasha starts to fall asleep the group decides to call it a night. When you came home that evening you had a new message from an unknown number. 

   ᓚ₍ ^. .^₎

 Jean : Are you and Connie in a relationship ? I swear he can't stop talking about you. 

That is what you like to hear, you type back, smile growing on your face.

You: Like everyone else !  And no we're not a thing.

 A bold faced lie when you're currently ubering to his place (he paid) and you spent your free time from the last few weeks exclusively with him. 

Jean : So full of yourself as usual... But just be careful ok ? 

You: Yes we will be wearing condoms dw 

 No you don't plan to. 

Jean : Just tacky and classless ew 

 You laugh reading that, Jean is definitely not a prude but whatever rocks his boat. The car pulls up to the familiar sidewalk and you thank the driver, exiting the car. Connie lives in a nice duplex near the city center. Entering the digicode, you quickly make your way to the elevator. requesting the fifth floor.

Looking at yourself in the mirror you adjust your outfit one last time, it's nothing eccentric. A black mini skirt (easy access) and an oversize dress shirt (hot if he tears it apart) Tonight is the night. 

You and Connie have been dancing around each other ever since the dinner at the lovebird's. He would kiss your lips to greet you, and bring you new flowers every time. The first time he did they were similar to those of the smoking area where you first met. Apparently, drunk you were fawning about them. The attention melted your heart. 

The kiss he would give you every time was the farthest you went for physical contact, sure you jerked him off at the cinema, he fingered you at the restaurant but  you guys never went all the way through and you have decided that tonight was the right time. 

After you knock on the door it only takes a few seconds for him to unlock it, all goofy grin and wet hair. His hand comes to the small of your back, pulling you in as he kisses you nibbling on your bottom lips.

"Come in, sorry I couldn't pick you up  myself, Reiner wanted my help for practice and I wanted to smell nice for you"  he comments running off deeper in his appartements, you toe off your heeled boots as you hear his footsteps approach. "Here, no bouquet today but there were these  flowers on the corner of the field" he grins, handing you three hand picked daisies. You can't contain your smile looking at how small they are in his hands. You gladly accept them looking at him in the eyes. 

"Awww, committing felony for me Connie ?" you coo planting a soft kiss on his lips. "I love them, thank you." your heart flutters in your chest he is so perfect.... Leading you to the couch Connie rambles about what you guys could do tonight, the ps5 is on as he scrolls through the different streaming platform he has.

"Connie," you interrupt him, your serious tone makes his shoulder tense, eyes round as marbles." Why the scared face" you chuckle standing between his parted thigh. His hands come to your hips, as he rests the bottom of his face on your belly, looking up at you.

"Just tell me" 

"I didn't come here to watch a movie" you murmur in a sultry voice, raking your nails through his short hair. His eyes close and you can visibly see his shoulder relaxing. "What, you thought I was gonna end things with you?"

"Yeah something like that" your heart clenches in your chest at the thought. Even though his goofy personality makes him seem careless you can tell it really isn't the case. "Come here" he whispers, pressing down kisses on your clothed belly. 

"Nu-uh I want a real bed"

"As you wish" the console is long forgotten as he drags you up the stairs that leads to his bedroom. 

It isn't tidy, it isn't a mess either, taking matters in your hands, you let yourself plop down on his king size bed. feet under your ass as you wait for him to join, he mimics your position, kissing you softly, hands travelling to your tits he groans into the kiss fumbling with the buttons of your shirt. You wiggle your breast under his palm to frustrate him some more and he tears the tissue apart. 

"I'll get you another one" his voice his deeper than usual, you bite your lips feeling excitation rise in every fiber of your body 

Admiring your bare chest he places his large palms under each , making them jiggle like jello.

"Been dreaming about this ever since you hid my lighter in there" 

"Hmm ? What did you wanted to do ? Show me" 

Crossing his arms behind your back Connie mouth latches to your right teat, suckling it into his warm mouth. His tongue circles your nipple Your head falls back in delight, eyes closing as you press his face further into your skin.

"Aaaah fuck yes" you've been craving more of his touch for the longest time now. One of his calloused hands snakes down to your crotch, your pussy buzzes in anticipation, you know he is skilled with his fingers and you want their expert touch as he sucks on your tits like the good boy he is. 

Sliding your panties to the side Connie swipes his finger through your entrance a few times collecting the arousal he's going to use on your clitoris. His middle finger finds your sensitive bud, circling it in heavy motion. 

"You're feeling good angel ? " he rasps, hovering your drool covered boob. 

"Yes Connie" you mewled, eyes still closed. 

"Let's even you out" he murmurs, attacking your other side.

Like the horny person you are, your hips buck on their own searching for even more friction dragging you closer and closer to an edge. 

"Connie I'm gonna cum " you warn feeling your body tensing up. 

"Don't hold back baby, I want you all over my fingers" his voice drips into your ear. And you do, back arching and stiffening as your body slump against his. Your cries fill the room as he keeps his assault on your overly sensitive clitoris.

"S-stop" you beg hiding your face in his neck. His motion dies down, as he taps your slick covered cunt repeatedly.  

"Open your mouth" Connie demands.  You obey, after uncovering your head from his musky skin. 

His finger fills your mouth and you moan around them, tasting your own arousal. Connie's pupils are blown wide looking at you.  Once they're clean, you release them with a loud 'pop'. Quickly getting rid of the skirt that was bunched up around your belly, you lay face down on his pillow. 

"Don't make me wait any longer." you implore swishing your ass left to right. 

The lips of your vagina are puffy with excitement,  due to your first orgasm. easily parting around the tip of his cock. Connie swipe it a few times between them, before slowly pumping it inside. Your eyes are fixated on his cock when he enters your cavity, lips caught between your teeth, it is finally happening. 

"You're ready y/n ?" he asks for good measure but he's already thrusting inside of you. 

You nod your head gripping the sheets under you. The deeper he goes the louder the both of you get, you don't know why you didn't expect him to be that vocal but you're glad he is, a nice change from the man that expects you to do all the moaning. 

"Shit that pussy hugging me so tight." he raps, gathering your hair in one of his hands the other flies to your throat, lifting your head from the pillow. "Feeling good too ?" You  only nod your head knowing that your words will be mushed.  "You understand why I didn't wanted to do anything while you were drunk hm ? I needed you to really feel it" And you do, he's fucking you at a slow pace but his thrust are so strong the air in your lungs get knowked out  every time, emitting pathetic sounds. "Say 'yes Connie I understand' " he says hoarsely, kissing your ear. 

"U-uh, Connie I-I understand"  you stammer, it takes all your willpower to form a somewhat proper sentence. Your hand searches for his neck, ushering him toward you. "Kiss me" you beg as the tears start to well up in your eyes.

His lips are on yours in an instant, he is smiling into the kiss, grunting as his thrust never stops. You're no longer satisfied with this position, you want him closer, you need him closer. "Want to see your face please" you mutter against his plump lips. 

"Anything for my girl" he pulled out his cock momentarily to flip you around. You're so eager to feel it again inside that you grab his base leading it to your entrance. Connie chuckles but you know he feels the same. His cheeks are rosy, his gaze full of lust.  Your legs lock themselves around his hips, heels digging in his butt for him to start moving. 

"Easy now" he warns, placing each of his forearms around your head. The gold chain Connie wears dangle in your face with each snap of his hips against yours. "Can I be your boyfriend ? " Your pussy clenches at his question. There's nothing else you want more, the fooling around was fun but now you know exactly what you want, who you want and he's fucking into you like he's trying to bruise your cervix.  The tears threaten to fall under the mix of emotions you feel, it's pleasure, it's love it's overwhelming.  "Yes baby, yes" your voice is chirpier, you can't control it.

"Thank you" he utters, burying his face in the crook of your neck. "I'm going to treat you so good" His cock drives faster into your cavity, letting you no time to adjust to his new pace. "Mi gatita, you're going to purr for me". It doesn't take a genius to understand which nickname he gave you. "Connie!" you're trying to scold him but with the way he's pistoning inside you cunt it only sounds like a moan. 

The perspiration you feel on your lower back, the electricity you feel in your toes gives you all the signs that your treacherous body is nearing his climax. The tears break free from your orbs you're getting fucked so good you almost want to tell Connie you love him. Deciding against it you bite your lips, hard. 

"Baby i'm close" you croak. "Me too, cum with me let's make a mess querida" he urges, thrusting sloppier in your gummy walls. "Hmm you can't finish inside of me Connie I'm not under the pill" you say,  locking your legs tighter around him having no intention to let him go. "I know, I'm going to pull out." he answers without making any effort to break free from your hold. 

You and Connie are as sick as each other, the thought brings you over the edge, legs shaking around his body. You call his name again and again as the filthy sounds fill the room. His teeth sink in your neck as he rams into you until his semen is shot deep inside of you. The weight of Connie's body is crushing you, and you like it. You caress his damp back, slowly coming back to earth.  After a moment his golden eyes meet yours, a lazy grin stuck on his face. Your hands escalate to his head, scratching it and he mimics you.  The two of you stay in the comfortable silence for a while until he speaks up. 

"I was serious when I asked about being your boyfriend"

"I was serious when I said yes," you giggle. "Does it look like I was joking ?" 

"It looked like you were too busy purring to make sense," he joked, pursing his lips.  Connie's laugh fills your ears. You roll your eyes pulling at his hair, internally cursing your drunk self for her lack of filter :  he's never going to let you live this down. 

[rhadamanthes]

A man who doesn't suck you clit or your tits hate you

[rhadamanthes]

satoru "fake backshots" gojo who likes to sneak up on u when ur doing the most mundane tasks around the house and give you fake backshots.

yes, fake backshots.

washing dishes? the man is trying his hardest not to make any noise as he slips into the kitchen, watching u from behind, licking his lips at the sight of u in pajama shorts n' a lousy excuse for a tank top, tapping ur foot n' humming to a song playing in your earbuds. completely and blissfully unaware of the mischievous man lurking behind u. until u feel him, his hands sly n quick, his left getting a hold of ur hips while, his right pushes ur back into a arch. barely having time to react, all you could do was gasp, n try to push him away.

to no avail, satoru presses his pelvis into ur butt, before pulling back n thrusting his hips back n forth. satoru grinned eliciting small sighs and gasps from the same lips that complained "pervert! i can't even do the dishes in peace anymore!" . the man behind u leaned down to obnoxiously moan in ur ear in response "yea? yea? you like that, huh? like it when i take you like this?" u rolled ur eyes in annoyance, pushing his head away from your ear as he continued to thrust his bulge into ur ass. "satoru, ur so weird!"

"ohhh you love it, huh? feel good? yea? you gonna cum for me, baby? don't worry im right here with y-you- fuckkkkk!! nghhhhhh !!!!" satoru threw his head back n' at this point you couldn't tell if he was being serious or overly obnoxious like he always is. that is until he slows his movements and you look back at him. ready to scold him, but then ur eyes shift to his navy blue sweatpants, an obvious darker hue over his bulge.

"whoops" he shrugged stepping closer to u

the weirdo came in his pants

ur fully facing him as he towers over u, caging u in with the sink behind u,

"wanna do it for real now?" he lazily grinned at ur perplexed expression.

a/n: here damn 🙄.

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