#﹒﹒﹒💗 𝘭𝘰𝘷𝘦: 𝘭𝘪𝘮𝘦𝘭𝘭𝘢 💌 𓂃 !

[iplayghoul]

𝗹𝗲𝗴 𝘂𝗽 𝗼𝗻 𝘁𝗵𝗲 𝘀𝗲𝗮𝘁. 𝗼𝗻𝘆𝗮𝗻𝗸𝗼𝗽𝗼𝗻

warnings: mentions of weed, reader is a dealer, black coded reader, strangers hooking up 🤭, squirtinggg, i like the word cock, sum dick in there too. pussy is refered to as a 'she', use of 'ma' and 'mama', p in v, thumb in ass shit, oral (f & m receiving), use of the n word

word count: 2.4k

notes: its ony's birthday! 🎂 ive come out my cocoon to deliver this delish lil smut for yall🤭 please enjoy, i havent written smut full out in a bit so! comments, rbgs wit comments all appreciated mwah

"𝗪𝗮𝘁𝗰𝗵𝘂' 𝘀𝗮𝗶𝗱? 𝗣𝘂𝘁 𝗱𝗮𝘁 𝘀𝗵𝗶𝘁 𝗶𝗻 𝗱𝗿𝘆?" 𝗵𝗲 𝗿𝗮𝘀𝗽𝗲𝗱. "𝗧𝘂𝗿𝗻 𝗼𝘃𝗲𝗿 𝗮𝗻𝗱 𝗽𝘂𝘁 𝘆𝗼 𝗹𝗲𝗴 𝘂𝗽 𝗼𝗻 𝘁𝗵𝗲 𝘀𝗲𝗮𝘁."

"In five minutes? Oh yea', Con' I'mma do 'em up for you, real good. Mhm, you lucky Sash' my girl." Glossy lips smacked as you ended the call with Connie. Tossing your phone on your bed and heading to the small office space in your apartment. Various tools were laid out across the table. Humming a little, your lavender bunny slippers shuffling as you enter, you hook the handles of two pink glittery packets on your acyrlics. You weighed the packets again and checked the information Connie messaged you. According to Connie, his best friend 'Ony' wanted some good strains you were selling, so of course he hits you up to get the packs for his friend.

Your doorbell went off once, hurrying you to hop down the stairs, holding down your braless, pierced tits behind the thin strapped tank you had on. You peeped at who was outside your apartment, staring for a long two seconds at the buff, darkskinned man with a nose piercing and a fade. The white wife-beater paired with a grey hoodie that matched his sweats, ain't do his muscles justice either! Bejewled teeth bite back against your lips, and you swing the door open, slightly pulling your care bear themed shorts down. His lips grabbed your attention immediately.

Actually, you had to take in his presence quick. His bottom lip was a pretty pink and his top lip dark. His hands were big and so was the broadness of his shoulders. He looked a little nervous too. "You Con's boyfren'?" His lips curled a bit, "Fuck did that nigga tell you ma?" Shit. He spoke so softly you could barely hear what he had to say, only the low base of his voice helped you hear him. You bounce onto your other leg, swallowing hard, "'M just teasin', you 'Ony'?" He licked his lips and hummed with a nod, "Yea, 's Onyankopon." Not one for small talk? "Yea, come in n' lemme get it for you." You eye him and try your hardest to make small talk as he puts his hands up on your door frame, you already had to look up to see his face.

The packets were in the pockets of your shorts, really, with free stickers in 'em too! But you were not about to fumble some potentially lethal dick. You gulp feeling the softness of his body brush against yours as he accepts your invite in, the music from your speakers gracing his ears as you follow him to the living room. You pat the couch for him to sit and walk to the half bath, wasting a few seconds to 'get the packets'. With each interaction you became increasingly aware of what you were wearing. You peeped in the mirror and the heart shaped print of your nipple piercings becoming more prominent.

"Ya'know, youn' really talk dat much... or loudly, do you?" You shuffle back into the living room. He rubs above his lips and manspreads, hands moving to rest beneath the band of his sweats. "If I'm bein' deadass, I'ain got much to say, Con' ain't tell me you was cute ma. Ion really ever like raising my voice eitha'." Somehow, your body temperature just kept going up and your eyes kept drifting back to his lips. You plop down onto the couch, "You got a bitch ri-now?" He leans his head back against your couch and your peer at the way his lips purse out, and his adam's apple bobs. He seemingly manspreads wider, his large build making your couch cushions seem tiny. "Nah, why?" "Jus' wonderin'." Your lips began to feel shaky with every word. The entire encounter was like a meaningless dance around the elephant in the room. And fuck, you were gonna' fuck Constance punk ass up when this night was over. "So listen, I can give you the packets now, 'n you can pay me," You toss the packets onto the coffee table, his eyes remain trained on you. "Or, you c'n getcho dick wet." You mumbled, eyes drifting to connect with his.

A sharp inhale and you see the way his eyes open slightly to peak at you. Fat thighs squeezed together as you sat back with your socked feet up on the couch. "Don't that sound good, Onyankopon?" The way his chest rose with his breaths paused for a minute, reveling in hearing your sweet voice utter his name. His hands push further into his sweats, giving his dick a few long strokes before slipping it out his sweats. It was heavy, so heavy that he held it up for you and let it rest on his wife beater, on his belly button. Being the 'pretty dick' fiend you were meant you needed him in your mouth, immediately.

Quickly lurching forward, you press glossy lips to his pretty cock. His dusted pink tip was fat, and as his dick got darker down the shaft so did it get fatter. The nigga was HUNG, and you could mearly slide your tongue around the circumference of his cock head.

"C'mon mama, do watchu wanna do." It was enough incentive for you to swallow his dick down, relishing in the way it squished down your throat as your held your breath. With each stroke that relieved your airway you took a breath, folding your lips in to glide across his cock as globs of spit dribble across the shaft. You slurp and gag a little with each slip of his dick in your mouth, his hips gyrate and buck up. Ony keeps his eyes on you. Frowning as he interlocks his hands behind your neck, stuffing and forcing your face down on his cock. His head drops back against the couch, fucking his dick up into your mouth with heavy groans filling the room, even above the slow beats of your music. You needed him to tear your shit up within the next two seconds before you start to go crazy.

"Fuck, take all dat shit off, ma." Ony grips your jaw as he pulls you off his dick, spit dripping down your chin and lips plumped up. You wobble on your knees to stand up and undress yourself while he shrugs off his hoodie and wife beater. Tattoos decorated his pecs and arms, the dark ink prettily accentuating his melanin. He nods his head to the side, "Lay back right there, pretty." Plump pink lips pout a little but you follow his directions regardless, laying back into the cushions and spreading your legs. "Ain't nun' wrong with puttin' it in dry," you mutter below your breath when his lips connect with your clit. He mumbles something like 'don't piss me off' and his tongue is all over you.

His hands are big enough to grip the entire spread of your thigh, forcing your leg back as he worked his tongue in circles around your clit, sloppily spitting through your folds and caressing your hole with his tongue. He ate it like a starving man, his frowning and groaning into you growing more frequent as he pushes his face deeper. Your nails ghost the back of his neck, feeling the vibrations of his groans while the other played with your nipple. He tilts his head at an angle, flattening his tongue against your clit and you flinch, the electric pleasure shooting through your tummy and he smiles.

"Right there?" He peers up at you just as your eyes started springing tears. He bites down on his lips, and gives your clit a few kisses. You gasp and start pushing on his shoulders, understanding where he was going . Ony, undisturbed, curls his tongue into your clit, sucking and spitting on your cunt and maintaining the angle. Your tummy begins to tighten, clit pulsing with every lick, holding your breath and arching up into him. A sharp smack on your clit forces a cry out of you, "Stop holdin' yo' breath or imma' leave you right here," Fuck. You let out exasperated breaths as you desperately gyrate your hips into his mouth. Your clit, swollen and fat started to feel almost numb, you can't help but slap his shoulders and whine. "Shit, shit, shit— Ony, that's enough." It only edges him on, sucking up your creamy releases and forcing himself impossibly closer to you. You head was already pressed up against the armrest leaving you no escape, eyes rolling in different directions and mouth agape. Ony's mouth is latched onto you, bouncing your entire body into the couch cushions. You could only moan 'yes, yes, yes' with each rocking of your clit in his mouth.

Your toes curl and you're pushing his head into your pussy, chasing a bigger release than the one you just had. "Fuck, yeah, eat it just like that, baby," Your grip on everything begins to loosen and your lower body feels like static; milky slick squirts out of you as your body begins to relax and you hold Onyankopon's head in place as he drinks it all up. "You're fucking insane," You huff out at him when he lifts his head up to look at you, your release dripping off his nose and chin. "Watchu' said? Put dat shit in dry?" he rasped. "Turn over and put yo leg up on the seat." You give a start and look at him, feeling a mess.

"You not gon' let me recover, bitch?" He licks his lips and sits up on his knees, grabbing your ass like he was preparing to put you in position if you didn't do it. Consistently maintaining eye contact. "Don't call me no bitch," You hear him say low, "And turn the fuck over," He gives your ass a hard shove. You flop over onto your stomach, arching your ass up for some backshots, before sitting up to pull your right leg from out under you and kicking it up onto the top of the couch. You feel your inner thigh burn from the near split position, gripping onto the arm of the couch. Ony's fingers toy with your cunt and spreads you about the length of his dick, pumping it a few times before moulding circles around your clit with his tip: movements calculated. "Shit," You mumble softly, noticing the ever-increasing slip of your pussy. He slows the teasing of your clit, a large hand gripping your ass and pushing you down simultaneously. He lets his tip catch your sopping entrance, pushing in slightly and ignoring your whines as he basks in the wetness pressinh on his tip. "Ony stop playin' 'n put that shit in, God." He pulses his tip back and forth, slowly sinking deeper but not deep enough for you to even get two inches of his cock.

He whispers something lowly and you're unable to hear him. Just as you opened your mouth to ask 'Watchu sayin' nigga?', so did it hang open when he stuffed his full length into you swiftly. "Holy fuck," Was all you could force out of your mouth, his girth pushing against your walls as he sit in it. His hand spreads your ass and you feel him sink his thumb into your ass, his grip on you tightening. Your eyes already start rolling back into your head with the slight movements of his dick in you while he shifts to adjust his knees on the couch. You grip the couch hard and press your head against it when he starts using your ass to gain leverage, momentum.

"Think you c'n take sum fat dick?" Onyankopon mutters above you, the hand with his thumb in your ass slowly dragging you off his cock and back. "Yeah, yeah, gimme— gimme whatever you want, baby." You swallow, attempting to comprehend his question amidst the aching of your pussy that hungrily slobbered all over his dick. Maintaining the slow drag, he reaches down with his other hand to grip your neck, giving you a few tugs to manhandle you into a comfortable groove; before finally hammering his hips into your ass.

Ony groans and curses low while you struggle to hold onto the couch, his strong arms on your neck, forcing your ass back onto him. "Fuck! fuck— fuuuck, Ony," You let out a sob with each stroke he put on you, feeling incredibly full with just his thumb and girth combined. Your pussy was spread and aching around him, slippery and loud and nasty. "Fuck— she talkin' to me?" Onyankopon grins above you and only snaps his hips down into your ass harder, letting it sting. Your pussy was dripping, strings of slick falling from your cunt onto the couch and dripping down to tickle your sensitive clit with each stroke.

You were a mess, with every curse and 'ah!' came drool spilling from your mouth, slobbering about the couch and spreading it down to your fattened nipples. Your hand toyed with the piercing and you only felt more full, your tummy swelling more with each invasion of his dick against your walls. "C'mon take it, take it," Ony removes his hand from your neck to slap your ass hard, forcing his other thumb deeper in you, moving the other to play with your clit. White, foamy, release plops down like whipped cream onto his fingers as he rapidly and roughly guided them around your swollen clit. The same realese making his cock hot and melting in your pretty pussy, coating his every inch and forcing low moans out of him. "Ain't this watchu wanted? My dick wet as fuuuck, mama," You moan back some unintelligible response, you could barely hear the words coming out his mouth. Your entire being was totally focused on the way you began to tremble and squirt small spurts of cum gliding down your legs.

Onyankopon holds you still, hiking one of his legs up and fucking into you unimaginably deeper, sloppier, nastier. You squeal and grab his hand that's at your clit, slapping his arm and biting the softness of the couch's limb while your cry and whine. Ony ignores your attempts to tap out amidst the convulsing of your legs and hard quivering of your body. Your head was pounding now and you go completely blank for a split second, your full releases forcing itself out of you for the second time without your consent, in thick streams.

Your gasps and desperate as you attempt to get yourself together, all while Onyankopon can't help but nut deep in you before pulling out and slapping your clit a few final times with his dick. Your body refuses to move from the complicated position, Ony silently pulls your leg off the seat and carefully moves you onto your back. He wipes some tears off your fucked out face, hesitating before getting up and digging in your fridge for water before returning with two bottles. He opens one for you, feeding you the cold comfort that soothes your thoat while you hold onto his wrist.

"You straight?" He asks before leaning to dig in the pockets of his sweats and pull out a bit if cash. "Mhm," was all you could muster, watching him throw the money on the table before grabbing his phone. "Shit," He half grumbles with a soft chuckle before showing you the bright screen. Six missed calls from Connie.

[iplayghoul]

wet pussy crybaby .ᐟ simon 'ghost' riley

a/n: 2.1k words.. gun play/gun kink, masterbation descriptions, nudes, use of food for sexual innuendos, simon is a bit mean & strict, use of "doll" "sir" "daddy." an excerpt of da roleplay fic which may remain unfinished sorry yall 🫶🏽

"Please, Simon, c'mon," You beg sweetly as the man mentioned cooks you dinner. You're bouncing on the balls of your feet, anklet jingling and glossy lips pouted. It was actually out of character for you to beg despite the kind and lovely person you were, but you really wanted this. Your strong, buff husband continued to make the creamy alfredo sauce, "Sweetheart, we spoke about this. Not gonna' happen." His rumbly accented voice tells you.

When Simon's not on deployment, you both like to spend your days wasting away in the comfort of your cozy home.

The shared space was like a pleasantly sized cottage, garden overun with an array of several differently coloured rose bushes, a gorgeous pond and vegetables planted out; many were gifted by Simon's co-workers who knew you loved gardening. The inside of the home reflects the softness and brightness of the outside too! Often you'd be baking sweet treats: cakes, double chocolate chip muffins, churros and rice crispy edibles (sometimes, even brownies!). Watching cartoons, old movies, decorating with soft pinks, greys and browns, to your delight. The entire home looked like an explosion of marshmallows and chocolate; evidently an outward reflection of you that Simon enjoyed.

But, when the big, strooong man comes home, he's often marching through your garden: rushed. He's clad in all black and dark army greens, balaclava snug above his nose, brows furrowed and eye-paint still darkening his complexion. You're quite sure he remains suited up because he knows you like it, considering that he could always change before! It's a sight to see surely, and you can't help but remember that this is the same man who watches the little videos you make and the photos you send.

You imagine him clad in his bulky gear, sitting behind his desk. Just back from a mission and receiving word that you'd supplied him with a letter. Among the words you take the time to write out each letter of a couple links, not too sure how else your man will access them. Simon's heart beats like the bass of an R&B song, with every click clack of his keyboard. Typically, on his screen will pop up a video of you: pretty puffy pussy spread wide and leaking. Your fingers achingly stuffing your cunt desperately, sloppily stroking in and out while seeping cries of his name. Your voice was thick and creamy, satisfying to his ears much like the endless stream pouring out your pussy like silk.

Ghost. It's what you've been calling him in the videos you send while he's away. And each time you say it, he can't help but stare at your clit, your cunt like a juicy chocolate covered strawberry dipped in whipped cream; each chant of 'Ghost, Ghost, Gh- ah Ghost!' was the quicker you played with the soft sensitive mound at the tippy top of your pussy.

Considering this, it was no surprise to Simon when you'd asked him to get all his gear on and fuck you with his fat dumb dick. But, he enjoys depriving you of what you'd like, waiting for you to become impatient like you are now. You'd deflated. "C'mon Si', pleaaase?" You drift from around the edge of the kitchen island to wrap your arms around his waist. He drags you like light weight behind him as he pours the pasta into the pan, finishing up dinner and continues to ignore your request. "Please, please, please," you beg once more, pushing your pout out as much as you could and batting your eyelashes up at the man as he turns to face you beneath your grip, leaving your chin propped against his pecs.

He draws a hand behind your head, slipping his hands into the roots of your braids and tugging lightly to keep your eyes on him. "You're such a doll, you know that?" He lets out a chuckle. You nodded but huffed. He was always so... mean n' proper n' teasing! "Simon Riley, answer me right the fuck now." You blinked up at him, and he only purses his lips with a soft smile before releasing your hair and removing your arms off him. "Why don't you be a patient little thing, hm?" He rubs his hands on your hips, moving to grab your plates to serve dinner. "Wait 'till you've stuffed your stomach full. Okay love?" You squint a little, "Know I'mma hold you to that, right?" And he nods.

Dinner goes by silently. And you're beginning to think you're going insane. The reason being, your clit is fattened and pulsing in your panties. Your relatively good mood is being slightly dampered and the pout returned to your lips due to the ache. Your panties uncomfortably stuck between the lips of your pussy! And with each bite of the ooey gooey pasta, you're attracted to the way it slithers and slides between your lips. You can only imagine it as Simon shooting sticky strings of his cum onto your pussy. It's soft n' mushy on your tongue and oh, you think you should suck Simon's cock good just for making this yummy meal. Does your pussy feel this warm n' sloppy n' slippery on Simon's cock? You ache. "You alright, gorgeous?" He queries, gathering up his dish along with yours and taking them to the sink for washing, you get up quick and follow him. "Lemme wash it up, baby. You done did all the cookin'."

Simon observes you curiously, noticing the way that, despite your busy body cleaning up his marvelous work: your thighs were pressed together tight. Folding his arms, he leans back on the counter behind you before his deep voice sparks you out of your dream world when you finished up the dishes. "Alright mama, how about you head upstairs and wait for me while I get changed, hm?" You stop and stare— Do you focus on his orders, or the way that familiar petname sounded in his accent? Then, shuffling towards him, hopeful. "Wait–? Don't play w'me right now. You're gonna do it?" Eyes blown wide like Bambi as you peered up at your husband who remained stoic. "Ass up. Face in the pillows, understood?" You swallowed the cherry-like lump in your throat, tummy tingling while you struggled to find the words to respond. Simon pushes himself off the counter, straightening his height above you, his hazy eyes hold a thousand words. "I said, is that understood?" What feels like sparkles prick about your body and you whisper out, "Yea- Yes, Sir." Then, quickly finding yourself where Simon wanted you.

With long, honey blonde braids splayed across the pillows, your eyes were closed on inhaling Simon's refreshing scent. You're not sure how to describe it really, it was a pleasant musk he just had on him, whenever he got out of the shower, perspired, or just didn't wear deodorant: the yummy scent of him stuck to his skin. Surrounding you and Simon's pillow however, were the several Sanrio plush cushions he'd purchased for you. You enjoyed the comfort they brought to the bed and they all smelt like you, so who was Simon to complain. The more you layed there, ass arched up into the air you began to realize you should've stripped down. "No fuckin' way, man," you mumble beneath your breath and make moves to get up and strip out of your white cropped tank top and black fuzzy shorts that rode up your thighs and into your ass. Much like your pretty patterned panties.

As quickly as you got up, you stuffed yourself back into the pillows, the sound of heavy weighted, steel tipped boots bouncing off the walls and gracing your ears. Eyes screw shut and you feel your clit throb, hard. Your mind follows his footsteps as the beat against the tile floor. You lick your lips, by now every glob of peachy lip gloss was gone. You feel some objects drop onto the bed and you flinch, gripping the pillows a little and peaking an eye open. Hard hands grip the fat of your thighs, squeezing 'em tight, moving up to your shorts, then gripping onto the soft material at your hips. Simon's fingers tickle you and you're holding your breath. He pinches at the material, slowly peeling the shorts off you and you notice his hands are gloved when they brush against you.

Cold air meets the roundness of your ass. You weren't wearing a thong, but your panties exposed the majority of you. They'd stuffed themselves between your ass and suctioned itself to your sticky cunt. There wasn't a doubt in your mind that Simon couldn't see the wet patch. A gloved hand massages the fat of your ass, slightly pulling on the hem of your panties. He'd rip them off you in a swift motion. Except, the only thing that was swift was the loud crack of his palm, stinging your ass. You whisper a squeal-ish 'oh my god' when you hear the smack split the silence in the room. Eyes wide, already springing tears but you choose to withhold your sounds as much as possible. Simon was finally giving you what you wanted, you weren't about to ruin this shit.

Soon comes another smack, smack, smack on your ass. And with each one you let out a strangled moan with a sniffle; tears kissed your pretty cheeks and your ass has the darkest shade of red imprinting itself on you. Simon moves slowly, giving your pained ass a pinch. He then hooks his fingers under the hem of your panties again, sliding them off you slow. You hear a low groan come out if him as you feel him peel it away from your pussy. The sound gracing your ears almost makes you yelp. Like a starved little thing, jumping at the slightest crumb he gives you.

With your pussy exposed, you feel him shuffle off the bed, walking around a few times. Like he was observing you, then pressing back onto the bed. Then a rough hand collects your braids off the pillows. His closeness almost got a whimper out of you but you didn't dare try to look at him. Holding your braids in hand, he ties them up to a loose bun, your head jerking roughly with the manhandling. As if at once he's pulling your body up by your hair, unclothed nipples below your tank top hardened and printing out perky. Your back is uncomfortably pressed up against his uniform or... whatever equipment he was wearing. "S– Simon," You breathe out raggedly, not sure what to do with your hands given your exposed position. "Is that my name?" You hear his voice rumble deeply right above your ear, it's slightly muffled too and you don't know what to think anymore, looking up at the ceiling that seemed interesting. "Ghost, please." You mutter out, and that's when you feel it.

"What is it? Do you want dick? Is that it?" There's a long, cold metal barrel dragging up the bottom of your thigh and pushing at the fat of your ass. "Y– Yea... yes daddy, that's what I want." You can only think it's his gun thats touching you.

You hear the gun click and shut your eyes, assuming that meant it was ready to be shot when the trigger was pulled. Your cunt was cold and lonely exposed to the air. Whatever slick had built up before was almost gone, but it only left you aching for more. Then you felt the tip of the gun press to your temple. And you could see more of Simon than you did before, because now his entire, huge arm was basically in your view as he held the gun up to your head. "G- Ghost?" You can only stutter out, feeling a sob begin to grow at the bottom of your throat, and it took everything in you to resist putting your hands up to hold his arm. His tattoos, peaked through the black uniform, but your eyes were trained on the hand holding the gun above your eyes. "Don't you think you have to work for it?" He grumbles. And he moves his hand from your braids, your body drops to the bed but he's already roughing you back into the position, holding you by your neck this time. Now you can fully see the gun and your tears continue running freely.

He brings the heavy metal weapon up to your face again, tapping it against your lips like it was the tip of his dick. "I asked you a question, didn't I? Aren't'cha gonna' work for this cock?" Suddenly you're all wet again. "Yes, Ghost." You speak out slowly. "Open your mouth then." And you do, plump lips drop open, eyes remaining trained on the gun.

annddd thats all i got 🤭 DONT BEAT MY ASS YALL LMFAOO

[iplayghoul]

hot tub sex wit ony ? drabble ?? oneshot ?? this longer than i thought it wld be i just cant stop talkin... its 11 am bruh

its soooo obvious that im more into a soft sex kinda vibe, always or rough sex written in the most gentle and soft way possible 🙈

so i cant help but constantly imagine hot tub sex wit ony. in my head at the start of the relationship he constantly gravitates towards our apartment. in his mind he felt it was safer for his partners always, not wanting you to feel yk at danger in a man's house despite how safe he made you feel BUT ofc you have a jacuzzi.

in this universe, like in my head, i imagine both ony and reader have jobs in the medical feild likkee maybe ony is a surgeon and reader is a private psychiatrist who sometimes picks up shifts at the hospital onyankopon works at ???

ANYWHO becuzz of this they sometimes work hard ass shifts, whether theyre long or short, its hard as fuckk and they come home tired. ony gets home first, maybe an hour earlier and he has a key card to your apartment so he can let himself in, feeds your pets and relaxes on the couch, thinking of if he should make you two dinner or order sumn.

then he thinks of the jacuzzi, a nice relaxing hot soak after a hard shift is all he needs so he stops petting your cat or roughhousing with the dog and orders sushi, grabbing a drink of his choice whether it be wine, a light alcohol or sum shit for yall to sip when the sushi comes.

i think you get home not long after the sushi is delivered. maybe 10 minutes later and its still fresh and warm OUU shit i need sum sushi rn 😭 and ony fine ass is in some black swim shorts with the sushi all out on a platter wit the sauces on it, and hes got his feet in the water while he jus sits on the side of the jacuzzi and calls out to let yk where he is

you take a quick rinse off before donning a bikini, a black one to match his b4 putting up your braids and joining him on the edge wit a kiss. i like to think ony loooves kissing. he loves stimulatin his mouth n his lips. its a long, soft kiss and u cant help but lean into each other its like ugghh at last i can relax and let my gaurd down and just be vulnerable after being in this big position at work yk? 🤭

so you share several long kissing before both getting waist deep into the hot tub, letting the bubbling heated fun engulf you both as you down pieces of sushi, feeding each other while staying connected at the hip. i think he cant help but put his hands on u, always letting it rest on ur hip. sometimes i tink he jus likes to be touching you at all times its like a safety thing, sometimes jus resting his hand on your shoulder, ankle, tummy, dont matterrr he wants to kno ur there.

its only a matter of time before talking about each others day becomes nothing more than a whisper of a conversation. and ur eyes cant leave each others lips... necks, chests... and then ur kissin again :) hehee and kissin all over each other so tenderly and meek.

just then hes slipping his hands under ur peachy squishy ass n lifting u to the edge of the tub, kickin ur feet in the air and he sees ur toes are done. pretty pink polish with a baby pink french tip, and baby pink flower designs dancing across a few toes ... hes not one to have a raging foot fetish but it entices him,,, sooo he puts ur toes in his mouth and it tickles a bit ! but feeling his hot tongue caress ur little toes carelessly makes u feel all warm, especially ur cheeks.

eeeeek and then he jus cant help but continue to lick , suck n kiss all about your ankle, i imagine ur gold/silver lil anklet has his name awn it cuz he doesnt want u to tattoo his name :<< , but his lips smooth there way up to your inner thighs and hes pullin ur panties to the side so his thick lips can sink into ur thick lips as he slowly jus... makes out wit ur cunt idk if i can even call it 'eating out' anymore, hes in luv with ur pussy. obsessed wit the way u smell down there actually. fuck a roses and flowers smell bitch he is stealin yo panties after a LONG day at work tf 😭 he jus like me fr ok ok.

i jus luv a soft sex moment, his tongue mixes wit u sooo well and ur whines are of no use to him cuz he's havin fun and everythings jus so... slow and relaxed. ur grindin up into his face slow too cuz what else can u do but relax and just let your man do his thing. hes laying his upper body into you, drinkin ur squirt when u cum and mushin his face all in ur cream when u do orgasm, its long and drawn out and so. good.

then he pulls u back in the water wit him, slippin his dick in u fluidly, connecting u both and honestly yall sit there for a good minute. just basking in each others immaculate warmth. the fuck is dragging , sloww and aching but neither of u care to move faster. ur holdin the edge of the tub and hes holdin ur legs up to your shoulders , usin each other as leverage to fuck into the other slow and deep. low moans r harmonizing wit each other and its just... perfect :(

all thruought the fuck n i cannawwt stress this enuf he is kissin on u , he cant help it. he revels in kissin all over ur face and lips even if ur too far gone to kiss him back , kissin on ur neck and ur tits that are all squished together cuz of the position annnnd kissin on ur thighs and ur legss as theyre so far up he can reach em wit his mouth. he presses kisses on ur head too . u deserve it :(( ohh u deserve it so bad and its moments like these that i luv always.

even when u guys cum , ur lips are locked and ur swallowing each others moans, and breathin hot in each others mouths when ur done.

why is this so long notice how i cant shut tf up ab soft sex ???? bye yall !

[iplayghoul]

𝐜𝐚𝐭𝐜𝐡 𝐦𝐞, 𝐦𝐫. 𝐠𝐡𝐨𝐬𝐭𝐟𝐚𝐜𝐞.

pairing:: eren yeager x fem!reader (black coded)

word count:: 2.7k

warnings:: mostly smut, sexual roleplay, pre-decided stuff, rough sex, eren has a fat dick, black coded characters, eren is ghostface, chasing, spitting, oral sex (f recieving), use of 'girl' and 'bitch', established married relationship, semi-public sex (in their home's backyard), fingerfucking, light choking, eren is sweet, i love yall.

notes:: i actually really love this😭comments and rbgs much appreciated, i love making eren nd his s/o black coded so they are.

"𝐘𝐨𝐮 𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐤 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐧𝐞𝐢𝐠𝐡𝐛𝐨𝐮𝐫𝐬 𝐡𝐞𝐚𝐫𝐝 𝐚𝐥𝐥 𝐝𝐚𝐭'? He laughs a little, "Fuck, they definitely did, oh my god," You cringe and press your hands against your face. "Shit, when'd you get yo' nails did?" His eyes widen a little in surprise, noticing three nails had already popped off and he hadn't seen this pattern yet.

You're sprinting past the bushes in your front yard, the dark sky engulfing you with only the full moon illuminating the path as the lights planted in your garden were switched off. Heavy booted footsteps clambered down behind you and with a hard swallow you forced yourself to speed up.

In only a pair of loose, soft shorts and a long t-shirt belonging to your husband on, you slapped a hand over your breasts to hold them down as you bent around the corner of your house. The rain from throughout the day made your tiled pathways slippery and your breathing, so heavy, began to sound like desperate whimpers as you grew tired.

Dashing through the backyard and around the pool, you briefly remembered the perfect place to hide. A small, gated nook hidden in the rose bushes with comfy pillows laid on the concrete floors. Your husband created the space for you, well used as a place for you to ground with nature and relax during a sunny day.

Your thighs smacked and rubbed against each other as you scurried up to the golden gate and unlatched it, slamming it a bit too hard behind you and replacing the latch. You silently wished you'd had the key for it on you, ready to lock it. Hastily scampering among the pillows, nestling yourself in the corner of the square nook and squeezing a pillow to your chest. A hand of yours slapped against your lips as you attempted to slow your breathing.

You could bite off your acrylics right this second, the tips prickling at your cheek and making noise as they rubbed together. You heard the booted steps again, one, two, one two, pressing on the tiled floors around the pool. The boots making crunching noise against the dirt you tracked on the tiles, your breath caught in your throat and you held it. Closer and closer it sounded out before a black gown ghosted past the gate.

The footsteps seemed to dissipate, and you released distressed sigh, relaxing your tensed body for just a moment. "Hmm, where's that pretty girl," The voice rumbling out deeply cutting through the silence. An owl cooed in the distance and you froze up like a block of ice just as quickly, and the air became similarly cold.

"Is my pretty girl hiding from me?" The footsteps came back slowly and you frantically grabbed pillows to brace yourself, nibbling at your fingers anxiously. The boot clad feet appeared at the gate entrance again, black gown falling down in the cool night's breeze to cover it. Slowly, you gulped, and as you looked up the body of the figure, your mouth dropped open and let out a sharp shriek into the night. His face was covered by a white mask that was twisted into a ghastly look; eye holes cut out and an elongated mouth.

With a quickness his black gloved hands rattled at the gate, and you strained your eyes to see beneath the mask, a pair of blue-green eyes filled with intensity stared at you. Taking a deep breath, you scooted up to the gate and smacked at his hands, scratching at his fingers as they tried to open the gate with force.

"No! Stop, leave me alone!" You wrangled with his arms as he overpowered you, pressing a hand near your throat and throwing you back against the pillows. In your moments of shock, you heard the gate's latch become undone; your heart pounded and you thanked every god you knew that your back was facing the tall man's direction. You were spared the suffering of seeing the threatening man come upon you while you could only be frozen to the floor in fright.

He was teasing you, heavy footsteps sauntering up behind your back and he squat down wide. You flinched as long fingers cascaded along your waist, slipping under your- your husband's shirt and caressing the pooch of your tummy. His long hands grazing against the swell of your boobs that hung naked beneath the shirt. You pressed your face into a pillow and he pulled his hands away.

"My pretty bitch won't look at me?" You could hear him biting back a cocky smile beneath the mask, "Fuckin' lea'me alone Mr. Ghostface!" your face burned and if your skin were pale, you'd be bright red. "Ah, so is that what they call me, pretty thing?" He mumbled, large hands back onto your lower back, playing with the softness of your skin idly as he spoke.

"Look at me, girl." He demanded and you closed your eyes tight, "Ah! Shit!" you yelped at the resounding smack he swatted against your ass, exposed under your night shorts. "I said look at me, honey."

Adrenaline rushed tears into the corners of your eyes, and slowly you shifted against the pillows, pulling the one covering your face down and staring him the face with a pout. Your glossed lips were halfway done now, the gloss rubbing off in your rush and your brows furrowed as you peered at him.

You didn't break eye contact either, when his hands came up to squeeze at your jaw, pressing your cheeks together to puff out your lips and make the stick out.

He lifted the mask and hood part of his outfit, not too much though, just for you to see pink plump lips and the short stubble of what could be a beard. He pressed his lips against yours, releasing the hold he had on your chin and dragging his fingers down to rest comfortably around your neck.

He gave it a testing squeeze, slipping his tongue into your mouth as you both moaned into the kiss, drawing back to hear the sound of released suction before pulling you back in for a deeper one. Your tongues molded against each other and by habit you suck intently onto his, eyes shut and melting into him.

Your hands held your body up to him, palms pressing into the pillows and his other hands pulling you closer by your waist. With another moan, he pulled back and your eyes open slightly, entranced by the string if saliva still connecting you both then glancing back up at him as he'd begun to desperately push his lips to your neck.

Then to your breasts where his impatient hands shoved up your husband's shirt, tongue spread wide and licking at the tattoos on your lower waist. He bit at the skin above your pussy, sliding down your panties and shorts together before rushing back up to your lips. You both groaned at the eager kiss, lips moving quickly but simultaneously; the patterns of your makeout already seeming practiced and memorized. The moans erotic and your kiss deep like an unholy dance.

He slipped a black glove off his right hand, pulling his lips off yours reluctantly and asserting his attention onto your cunt: sticky with need. Gently, spreading the dark lips apart to see pink, his fingers played at the entrance, staring where the slick gathered. Collecting it onto two fingers, he ran them through the folds of your pussy, ever-so-lightly and almost hesitantly pressing the wetness against your clit.

You clasped a hand over your mouth immediately, a starved, throaty moan dropped from your lips at the needed touch. He pushed your legs back, and you let your other hand grab at the back of your thigh to hold it up. You breathed hard behind your palm as his face drew nearer your cunt, mumbling, "What- watchu g'nna do t'me Mr. Ghostface?" You knew the answer, but asked anyways.

You couldn't see his eyes as he looked up at you, the heat of his breath making your cunt get drooly, "G'nna eat yo pretty pussy," He pressed a kiss to your clit and you could almost sob, "Then, m' g'nna fuck the shit out you," He gives your cunt a long lick and your eyes spring fresh tears, "N' I'm g'nna make you love every second of it. Got it?"

You only nod, and he pushes the mask further up, careful not to show you his face but you could just see the shape of his nose. It pressed against your clit as he engulfed your pussy in his mouth. Eagerly sucking and licking at your cunt like he were making out with it.

"Oh fuck! Gh- ah! Shit," the hand from your mouth now grabbing at a pillow below you hastily while the other struggled to hold up your left leg, the man between your legs used his hand to keep it elevated. His tongue flicked at your clit and he sucked the fleshy mound into his mouth like a pacifyer, letting the spit that builded in his mouth to pour all over it and your folds.

Your back arched up and your left hand, having forgotten holding your leg up, grabbed at your fat breasts and played at your nipples. The strong wet muscle of his tongue, fucking into your pussy while his fingers rubbed sopping wet circles around your clit. "Mmm, ah shit, Sir," His fingers unintentionally press hard onto your clit at the last address, and he moaned into your pussy.

Switching his attention, his lips encased your clit and two long fingers invaded the plushy, velvety walls of your cunt, well-kept nails scratching softly against it; he finds the chubby mound inside you with a quickness. Your going insane: a sharp nailed hand grabbed at your breasts with the saliva that dropped from your mouth. The mouth that was sucking and spitting and slobbering all over the three fingers of yours you'd stuffed into your attention seeking mouth, moaning like a bitch.

Your tummy starts to tense up and you feel pressure building near your clit, legs twitch and you begin to shuffle away from his lips on your cunt, large hands grabbing the fat of your legs and ass. He pulls you into his face, you see white and begin to whimper and whine, "No, no, no, no, no! Ahh, shit, shit!" He kissed your cunt deeply, "C'mon, pretty thing, cum all over m'face."

Legs stiffening up, you squirted thick ropes of cum on his face, chin and directly into his mouth as he continued to suck and lap at you. You lay back, fucked out as he licked up the mess you made.

Your eyelids hung low, but you could see him pull his mask back down over his face, long dark hair appearing over his shoulders with slight waves in them. He smacked his hands against your thighs and you remembered what he listed to you, 'Then, m' g'nna fuck the shit out you.'

Letting his smacks flop you over onto your tummy like he wanted, you perked your ass up, letting it jiggle in his face as he ran his hands over the crevices of your cellulite. Lifting your ass further up, he pressed a hand into the arch of your back and then spread your cheeks before molding your ass in his hands.

You felt him shift to stand up, eyes looking at nothing but the rose bush before you and darkness, you hear a belt and a zipper from under his outfit and shuffling; you flinch at the smack of his left hand on your left ass cheek, spreading 'em again. He shifts forward, hand on the base of his cock and rather than spitting in his hand to lubricate his dick, you feel him press the meaty muscle between your pussy.

He slides his cock up and down your cunt, letting the remnants of your orgasm coat him before he pulls away and pumps it in his hand. Your hands are crossed below you and your chin rests on them, restlessly sucking at your bottom lip. You fantasize and imagine what his cock looks like or— what it would look like although you already knew.

Its girth between your cunt felt like entirely too much. Regardless of him spreading your ass, when the base of his cock reached your pussy, the rest of his tip and shaft struggled to fit between your ass with it's size.

It wasn't too long, just about average or an inch more but it surely did seem thick. You were drawn from your thoughts when he pressed the tip against your entrance, not before he let it run circles around your clit. Instinctively, you pushed your hips back against him, yelping as you earn a slap to the ass. He was circumcised.

He pumped the tip in and out, stretching you out slowly to the point where you could easily suck in the tip; this doesn't take very long. After five times of pumping it in and out you realize what he's doing.

"Shit," you whisper, fuck it, "Eren— shit! Wait, no– Ah!" He hammers his cock into your cunt from the minute you fucked up and said his name in panic, grinning behind the mask as your pussy suckles on his cock with every stroke.

He's got a slight curve in 'em, feeling it poke and prod at your insides with every thwack of his hips against your ass. Together with it, came your ah, ah, ah's, moaning out loud and desperate to have your clit played with. You're sucking and slobbering on your fingers again and he reads your mind, his fingers quickly find your clit and relentlessly torture the nerves while his cock bullies into you.

White streaks run down his cock from your pussy, a creamy ring forms at the base of his dick and makes sticky strings when your cunt connects with it. He fondles with your clit, biting his lip behind the mask when he feels you dripping onto his fingers.

All ideas of the little cat n' mouse roleplay have gone out the window, all you can think about right now is how your husband pauses for a second, rests his heavy leg onto yours to hold you down and to gain leverage before he drills his cock back into your cunt to feel you deeper.

You only chant, "Eren, eren, eren!" and squeal into the night while he grabs your hair like it's a saddle and rides into your ass like it's nobody's business. A mouth full of pillow and some of your hair, becoming a mess beneath him.

"Oh my god," You feel your clit throb hard, "Oh my god, oh my god, 'Ren— slow down, fuuuck!" He doesn't slow down, his thrusts become erratic and you hear his low moans beneath the mask that he's now pulling off as he becomes increasingly hot and sweaty.

He leans over you and the hair that hasn't stuck to his face sticks to yours, he presses open mouthed kisses at your temple and you legs convulse. You let out a loud, broken cry, clenching on his cock as he slows and cumming hard for a second time. He groans openly into your ears, following it with a kiss while spurting his hot, white cum into your cunt.

You both remain in that position for a long minute, breathing heavily with the chirps of crickets coming from somewhere in the backyard. He pulls out slowly with a duetted hiss, softly grabbing you to lay down onto the haphazardly assorted pillows.

"Holy fuck, Eren," You look up him, he's sitting back on his heels and he's tucked his dick back into to his costume. "Yea, holy fuck," He offers a slight smile.

"You think the neighbours heard all dat',? He laughs a little, "Fuck, they definitely did, oh my god," You cringe and press your hands against your face. "Shit, when'd you get yo' nails did?" His eyes widen a little in surprise, noticing three nails had already popped off and he hadn't seen this pattern yet.

Looking down at them, you scoffed, "I got 'em done yesterday, boy. N' now they look crazy as fuck, she gon' see me twice this week. I got a story to tell her too!" You looked at him accusingly and he put his hands up in innocence.

You tug down his shirt that had rolled up around your neck and shoulders and he picked up your panties and shorts, grabbing your waist to help you up as you both made your way through the back door to freshen up; then, you'd lock up the house and go to bed.

— masterlist.

[iplayghoul]

i know im supposed to finish that ghost fic, but i kept thinking ab piss kink wit onyankopon. stay wit me now!

ony's the typa nigga to not have a thing for feet at awwl, but will suck on ur pretty toes when he sees u got them done, just bc its youu

so the piss kink conversation was nothing in depth really! but it starts off spending the day at the mall wit him, you had water with breakfast, grabbed a caramel frapp as you started your shopping adventures with him and got some sprite wit your lunch that almost killed u !!

its nnottt long at all b4 u gotta get to the bathroom :3 the first time u ask ur like "ony can u hold my bags for me, i gotta go pee real quick babe." and its a simple question really, ur handing ur bags over to him already but he doesnt take them, he just says "nah, lets go," and suddenly youre... a bit shellshocked lmfao. but he has you walking into the next store like nothing happened.

within another hour, your feet hurt and youre ready to gtfo this damn mall :( and ur bladder is holdin on by a thread too ! ur bouncin on the balls of ur feet and bouncing your legs restlessly as you hold ur pee, literally throbbing from the sensitivity 😭😭

so u ask him again, "ony bae, i really needa go piss, come on." this time he stops n looks u in the eyes, rubbing your arms calmingly and says, "you can hold it, can't you mama? you're a big girl u can do that f'me. cant you?" ur eyes are glossed overrr the ache is honestly unbearable so within the next 20 minutes yall are finally getting home.

when u guys get back to ur apartment, ur rushinnn to ur bathroom so quick, but ony grabs you by the arm, lightly pushing u to just sit on the bed and u bounce restlessly on the bed, ur piss just on the edgeee ready to come out >>:( u cant help but mumble questions at him, getting irritated but he remains calm and only smiles, drawing his fingers between ur legs to put pressure on ur clit. he rubs hard circles on you and now youre torn between focusing on the stimulation to your clit and trying not to piss all over him and the bed.

he's soo sneaky and skillful honestly, he's holding you down with one arm while the other is working you hard and slow, letting your clit harden and puff out below his thumb and his eyes are glued to yours, except all you can do is stare at his thumb's work. as if that would help u stop yourself from peeing :/

i like 2 think that ony is quite mean, but hes so soft and casual about it, he gets away with it so easy. because its only a matter if time before he has two long fingers in your pussy, together with his thumb on your clit and now you're gripping that arm so bad 😭 eyes teary and can never be drawn away from observing his hands on you.

its sinister honestly the way he so slowly strokes your g-spot with his clean cut and trimmed nails. and then he's getting on his knees... everything speeds up and suddely your tapping his arm quick, panicked telling him to stop before you cum. n squirt all over him. his eyes remain trained on yours, revelling in the way your eyes frantically move from his to his fingers and back to his😭😭😭 "mmm, u cant handle dat?" he mumbles, onya's so mean to u >_< you're speechless honestly, this day didnt go how you expected it.

but, ur dripping down his palm, tears mimicing it the same way on your cheeks and then youre cuming hot and heavy . u swear warmth washes over your entire body and your thighs squeeze around his hand and ony's fingers never fuckin stop . orgasming so damn hard your tummy started to cramp up and ur legs stiffened up baaad in that position. "let it go baby, c'mon mama. been such a good girl f'me."

and jus like that, u let go, piss n squirt, whatever the fuck it is spraying in a hot, relieving stream onto his face just like he wanted, he gives ur lower lips a few kisses n licks :<< then going slack jawed, cupping ur cunt wit his mouth while u spasm and moan above him. lettin u full his mouth up real good :)

[iplayghoul]

bothering toji on your days off from work when you spend the day home with him who's sweaty from cooking, cleaning and doing some tune ups on your car <3

his skin is glistening and muscles bulging out the white wife beater he got on wit sum plain black shorts as he does shit around the house while you sit on the couch catching up on movies you aint get to see😭

you kick ya feet up when he passes under em with the vacuum and he leans down to give you a quick kiss before he moves onto another room. you just love watching toji do random shit. poking him n botherin him and tickling his side (he's ticklish in the little ridges on the side of his abs <3)

"miserable girl," he'd mutter and put down the wet dish so he can swing around and tickle your tummy🙁

then at night he uses a thin body oil, warms it up a little n drizzles it all over ur back n ass n watches it slip down between ur pussy. gives u the best massage of ur life, chuckling deeply at ur moans of agony when he skillfully presses out the knots and tension of ur muscles.

he flips you on your back, pouring warm oil across the depressions of ur front, watching it roll down your tits n gloss ur nipples. seeing it pool by ur belly button and glide down the top of ur groomed (but not bald) pussy. he starts at your neck, works his way down gently then takes a detour to ur feet and works up your legs.

his big palm and fingers work into your thighs, molding ur hips in his hands n pressin kisses all over ur lower tummy before pushing ur legs up so he cn suffocate himself in ur cunt :((

he knows ur not interested in penetration today, his hot lips givin u orgasm after orgasm then puttin on another movie (he gets sum head during it) n makin hot chocolate while you go shower. then cuddles n cuddles n more cuddles till you both fall asleep.

[iplayghoul]

𝐩𝐬𝐲𝐜𝐡𝐞𝐝𝐞𝐥𝐢𝐜 𝐯𝐢𝐬𝐢𝐨𝐧𝐬

pairing:: toji fushiguro x fem!reader

word count:: 2.7k

warnings:: erm, black coded charas, toji is such a househusband, smut, soft sex, f!receiving fingering, backshots, toji has a slight praise kink, size kink.

notes:: heres the playlist, hope u enjoy. not mandatory to listen to but i made it for the fic so take your time reading <3 hope yall like it

𝐚𝐟𝐭𝐞𝐫 𝐚 𝐥𝐨𝐧𝐠, 𝐡𝐚𝐫𝐝 𝐝𝐚𝐲 𝐚𝐭 𝐰𝐨𝐫𝐤, you can come home to your lovely husband and unwind with some soft sex. 💕

The garage doors beeped as you pressed the remote to shut them, parking your sleek, black Mazda RX 7. You grabbed your heels from the floor of the passenger seat, having kicked them off when you hopped in. Tired out from work and dragging your pained feet against the floors with your purse falling off your shoulders and weighing down your elbow.

You walked up the stairs to the mud room, pushing into the living area where you dumped your belongings: padding up to the bedroom through the dimly lit space. "Toji? Baby, you in here?" You softly spoke out into the bedroom, hearing the shower going. Grabbing your Ipad, you turned on a song that'd been playing in your head all day, letting it ring out through the built in speakers of your bedroom and bath.

Then, you flopped onto the bed, rubbing at your scalp that was tender from your butt-length braids but also hot from the heat of the day.

Groaning, you rolled back and forth with hands in your hair, sucking your teeth in annoyance and hearing for the shower doors as the water stopped. You felt like taking a long relaxing soak in the hot tub, or getting a hot oil massage, anything would do to kill your pain right now.

Luckily for you, the day's heatwave made way for thunderstorms: a flash of lightning in your peripheral vision reminding you of it. Shuffling in the bathroom made your head perk up from where you were laying, following it came a heavy downpour outside.

You shut your eyes and let the A.C tickle your skin, feeling your head lazily spin with the music while you mumbled along with the lyrics. "Cute song," his deep voice disrupted your laze. You lifted yourself to a seated position, eyes low as you peered at him and learning the giveaway of his musk. A towel slung over his broad, muscular shoulders and another wrapped tight around his waist; a blunt clamped between his lips.

"Hi, baby," you whisper, eyeing his damped skin, saturated from the steam of his hot shower and the prominent veins poking out just above where the towel lay on his waist. Toji eyed you back of course, sauntering over and dropping his head down to meet your lips; the hand holding his blunt rest gently on your waist. His thumb rubbed softly against you, disturbing the fabric your white button up that was wrinkled from a day's work.

A few long, closed kisses greeted you, another to your chin, cheek and finally on your forehead. "How was work, angel?" He straightened himself up, gravelly voice making your tummy tingle slightly. Him standing so close to you made you face first with his waist. He took a drag of the blunt, "It was a'ight, baby, watchu' been up to?"

Toji blows smoke down to you and hums in thought, "Cleaned up the garage like you asked, n' washed the other car. Made spaghetti n' meatballs f'dinner, should still be warm." You hum in acknowledgement, putting your hand on his waist with a kiss to a vein to push him back slowly as you stood up. Your acrylics tickled his skin, this week you had long, white and clear marbled, stiletto nails.

You wrap your arms around his neck, slightly on your tip toes to reach him; forcing his body to sway with yours to the music, a hand on your waist. Head bowed and resting on his bare chest, you guided his hips to follow yours, eyes closed as you basked in the smoke he blew out.

"You eat already?" Toji gives you a positve hum, "Gimme' a drag," you lift your head to him with your eyes close and pout. He gives you a deep laugh as you two rock with the music.

Your mouth drops open when you feel him poke the blunt at your puffy lips, taking a deep breath and letting the smoke out slow when he puts the blunt back between his lips. Toji holds your hips still and you open your eyes, his dark ones gazing deeply into yours, "Needa' get out of these clothes, angel." He holds the blunt between his teeth and fondled with the button and zipper on your pants.

"Wanna' eat dinner first, 'fore I shower n' shit."

"Nah, you needa relax, baby, c'n massage you if ya' want." Toji squeezes your hips and attempts to pull your pants past your hips with obvious struggle, the song switches and you bounce and nod your head to it. Grabbing ahold of your pants, you push them past your hips for him. He grumbles a 'thank you' and slips them down your legs, his well-kept nails softly grazing against your skin.

The plush, softness of your thighs, sway heavy as Toji pulled your pants off, bending down and letting you grab his shoulder for leverage while he unhooked them from your feet. It was a miracle his towel stayed on so snugly, you thought. While on his knee, Toji gives your feet a gentle squeeze, in return receiving one to his shoulder.

He kisses your knees as he stands up, pulling the blunt from his mouth with one last drag and resting it in the tray on the TV stand by the wall. Toji's hands quickly find your collarbone, caressing your skin and brushing his hands against your neck. He massages the muscles there as you tilt your head back to relax; your body weight supported by his hand on your waist.

"Toji... baby," You groan when he touches a specific spot, hands gripping on his shoulders as you melt into his touch.

"Yea, angel?" You stare at him and he stares back, love and mischief in his red rimmed eyes. He undoes the buttons of your shirt, slowly and one by one; your eyes can only follow his strong hands with each move. Eyes growing heavy with each unwinding touch.

You lick your lips, pushing your lips against his as he undid the last button, both his arms wrap around your waist, pulling you into him. Your lips lock together and you moan into each other. Your tongues stroke the other and Toji's large hands cascade along your body similarly to yours, your shirt removed.

He kisses on your neck, decorating you with little love bites while you suck big hickies onto his. The aches in your body leave you when Toji lifts you, guiding your legs around his waist and taking you both near the headboard. He plops you onto his pillow and grabs two more off the floor, making a little mound of pillows at the headboard. His soft touches lead you onto your knees, back pressing against his chest.

Looking back briefly, you can only see his broad shoulders, at least twice the size of yours and he gently turns your head back with a few fingers to your chin. "Think you c'n relax f'me?" His hands grab your shoulders, massaging as you stared down at where your knees sunk into the pillows.

"I can try, baby," you murmur, biting at your lip.

Toji presses up against you, chin resting on your head, you could feel the heat radiating off him: it made your heart quicken with anticipation. His fingers skim the surface of your skin, working their way down past the small of your back to the band of your panties at your hips. He tugs his fingers into the bands, pressing them into the skin under it before sliding them down oh, so slowly.

You grow nervous,

"Toji, Y'should let me shower," You slightly turn back to him and he gives you a deep chuckle, "Not g'nna happen." He kisses your neck, "Besides, I like it better this way," He kisses behind your ear. Your panties are tugged off of your knees and sit by your ankles that are spread on the pillows. Toji kneels in the same position, his larger frame brings his ankles some distance around yours while your ass presses against his crotch.

His right hand graces your back, collecting your braids and carefully rolling them in half, securing them with a thick hair tie off the dresser. He ghosts his fingers over your body, another hand coming to your back again to unhook your bra, he slips them off easily. Returning once more, he presses kisses about the center of your back. His hands coming down to grab your hips, and fondling a handful of your ass.

"Get to it, Toji,"

"I told you to relax, didn't I? C'mon, angel," he presses his lips to your ear, fingers now playing at the sensitive skin between your thighs, teasing at the skin and inching up to your pussy. He drops his forehead against your shoulders, his the base of his voice humming to the song while he stroked up and down the wetness of your folds.

You swallowed hard, and he grabs your left hand, holding it away before you could try to move his. His lips touch at your neck, leaving kisses over every inch of skin within his reach. His thumb and index finger spread your cunt, middle finger stroking your clit with feather-like touches, you let your eyes drop shut.

Feeling your body decompress, getting hot with desire and focusing only on the way his finger worked at your clit. You feel his finger sliding lower, prodding at the wetness of your entrance. He plunges the finger in and you hold your breath, 'brows pressed together and body stiffening, "Relax, angel. M' gonna make y'feel good."

He's petting the inside of your cunt tenderly, your head drops back against Toji's shoulder. His ring finger joins the other and he fucks them into you deep and slow, you feel the coldness of his wedding ring lightly touch you. Throwing your left hand back to grab his shoulder, you grind down on his fingers; the beat of the music controls your hips and you match his strokes. Mewls drop from your lips as he curls his fingers, twisting them inside you with his thumb rolling against your clit.

"T– ah, faster– faster, please," your whimpers crescendo and he doesn't quicken the pace. Toji grips your hips hard with his available hand, stuffing you with a third and fourth finger: his thumb remains seated on your clit. You let out a breath you didn't know you were holding, your moans airy and loud. Your right hand joins your left behind you, this time grabbing at the back of his head; fingers tangling with his short, damp hair.

Your thighs shake unsteadily, and Toji hums in your ear, the friction between your cunt becoming creamy and white as it slides down his fingers. He curls them again, the tips of his fingers brushing against your sloppy insides and you begin to pull your hips away from him. Toji holds you down with his weight over you, his palm smacks against your pussy with every stroke of his fingers in you. He watches as you go limp against his chest, your grip on his hair weakening and your sticky wetness getting thicker and more abundant as you came.

Your eyelashes were wet with tears, stuck together and you felt Toji removing his towel behind you. You'd forgotten about that. He sinks lower, slipping his dick between your cunt. The sound of him sucking your cum off his fingers, loud and wet, made you gulp. His wedding ring, with cum gathered around it gets pulled off with his teeth and he spits it on the bed to suck off your remainders. "Y'got my fingers all messy, angel," he whispers to you, "I know that's watchu' wanted, c'mon and fuck me."

"N' what do we say?" He maneuvers his cock between you, covering it in your cum and pressing the fat tip at your entrance, "Please, baby, c'mon." He hums, wedging his cock into you slowly. "Relax, 's only the tip, honey," He rubs your tummy to soothe you as you tensed at the intrusion. You rest your head back against his shoulder rolling your eyes at his comment. "Jus' put it all in, baby," he hums again, pushing his cock in slowly, relishing in the feeling of your gummy walls clenching around him.

He moans, deep, in your ear. Toji hikes your hips up, forcing you to arch your back and practically sit back on his hips, your knees ever-so-slightly elevated with the distance in height between you two. His cock is fat, n' he fucks it into you deep and slow: one arm wrapped around your waist with the hand on your clit and the other fondling your breasts. You feel him shifting behind you, changing his angles slightly each time 'till he gets a moan out of you.

"I like that, baby," your closed eyes open to look at him, he looks down at you, losing himself in your eyes but his strokes remained in consistent. You hum, closing your eyes again, "Hm, right there," and he listens.

Two fingers press against your lips and you lick them into your mouth, sucking and spitting on them, "Thank you, my angel," Toji takes the fingers back to your clit. He continues to fuck up into you the way you like, cock prodding at a sensitive spot. Your skin stuck to his, mouth dropped open, only registering the soft moans he let out with each stroke that harmonized with your own.

Each drag of his dick and swirl of his fingers sent little electric shocks of pleasure up your tummy, and a whimper would come from it every time. He doesn't change the pace, fucking you slow n' wet n' sticky, rolling his hips up into your ass. The softness of the sex and the hardness of his dick, his rough hands groping your plush tits and the pad of his fingers petting your fat clit: the idea of it all drove you crazy, the sensations had tears streaming down your face.

You were almost silent with the exceptions of soft mewls and a sniffle, basking in the pleasure. Your head was empty, "Fuck," a string of curses left you when Toji pressed a wet kiss against your neck. He sped up slightly, getting desperate to cum in you, careful to maintain the same position. The closeness between you both, combined with his new pace and the sloppiness of your cunt created a 'fwop fwop fwop' sound above the music that'd continued to play.

"Toji, fuck, get harder," you encouraged, he scoots back slightly and bends you, attempting not to disturb your head resting on his shoulder. Then, he spreads your ass with one hand and drills his cock back into you, establishing a faster rhythm and shifting on his knees 'till he knew he was in the position you liked. The new pace stings your ass and you feel his balls slap your thighs, flopping over into the pillows and arching up into his cock and letting him fuck into you deeper.

Toji's balls slap at your cunt now, his fingers finding your clit again, rubbing quick patterns onto it as you whined into the pillows, "T– Toji, ah- shit," you sob into the pillows, intensely feeling every deep drag of his cock in you. Backing up your ass on him, your hands find your own clit, pushing his gentle touch away and rapidly massaging over your gushing clit.

You felt Toji's hips stutter, he eyes your throbbing cunt, and kept drilling his cock into your sopping walls. His eyes roll back when he feels you clench and wail into the cushions, your fingers that played with your clit sprayed your cum everywhere. The clear-white liquid spraying all over his abdomen as he locked his legs in place and came deep into you.

He reaches over to grab the back of your neck, pulling your body back to his again and sucking your tongue into a deep kiss. "Y'fucked me so good, baby," he keeps kissing about your face, "Did so well f'me, yeah?"

"Thank you, angel," He reminds you how deep his voice is in thanks and pulls his hips back from yours, his dick slips out and with it gushes out a mixture of your cum and his; he feels like snapping a picture for the moment.

You look down at your hips to see faint prints of his hands on your skin, reaching back to give him a kiss on the cheek and others about his chest.

— masterlist.

[iplayghoul]

𝐝𝐢𝐜𝐤 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐜𝐨𝐧𝐬𝐢𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐧𝐜𝐲 ⦂ 𝐞𝐫𝐞𝐧 𝐲𝐞𝐚𝐠𝐞𝐫.

pairing:: eren yeager x black coded fem!reader

word count:: 3.3k

warnings:: sweetheart eren, valentines day, fighting, slight angst, heavy pregnancy, crying, overstimulation, n slur use once, creampie, pet names, praise kink, slight degradation, lactation mentioned, more crying, squirting, after care.

author notes:: the smut parts are inspired by this post of mine and this smut by @ickyhrtz feedback, comments n reblogs greatly appreciated so ik if this was ass💀😭🤞🏽 as usual ignore typos pls

𝐩𝐫𝐞𝐠𝐧𝐚𝐧𝐜𝐲 𝐡𝐨𝐫𝐦𝐨𝐧𝐞𝐬 𝐚𝐫𝐞 𝐜𝐫𝐚𝐳𝐲. now eren was being a little careless but it was a simple mistake and of course, he has to make it up to you. :)

it was three am now, you were still forcing yourself to stay awake as you waited for Eren to come home to your shared apartment. he never does this shit, you huffed turning the tv off. it was only background noise for your busy mind right now. you looked out the big windows, down at the city and felt like crying. it was valentine's day: you and Eren's anniversary, well, not anymore but you peered down at the cars that went by in moving traffic, thinking about all the couples who were heading home after spending a night with each other.

your eyes welled up with tears, rubbing your swollen tummy and helping yourself off the couch to the bathroom. flicking on the light, and grabbing your skincare products while fat tears splashed the counter after rolling off your cheeks. you couldn't stand this shit after your past relationships. you always make lovely plans for you and Eren's anniversary, nine times out of ten he would show, ready to go. so when he didn't show up today, it hit you hard. especially while you were pregnant and even more when it's your anniversary.

you peeled your eyelashes off and took a wet wipe to your face to clean off a layer of makeup, then going in with your cleansers to begin removing it all. big lips quivered in the mirror, and you tried to hold yourself together, only letting soft whimpers and quiet huffs pass your lips. sobbing silently as you prepared for bed. after a warm shower, like a bath 'Ren would've prepared for you, you slipped your feet into some socks and a fuzzy, soft pyjama set.

you crawled onto the bed, shifting uncomfortably with the big pregnancy pillow trying to find a position to sleep in. wrapping the pretty pink n' black wig you installed in a satin cloth, you denied hearing the key jingling in the front door as your eyes began to well up again. you caressed your stomach to comfort yourself, you could only think about Eren, finally finding a position with your back to the bedroom door that felt comfortable. you heard his heavy footsteps and your heartbeat quickened.

while you were excited to see him, you felt scared and upset. what was he going to say? what could you say to him? your eyelids twitched crazily as you tried to keep your eyes closed. the bedroom door opened. the first thing you heard was a loud sigh, you ignored it and tried to sleep, his heavy steps were coming around to your side of the bed. why the fuck is his shoes on in the house? you just became progressively more upset.

the bed sank by your waist, you felt his stare on you, figuring he could see the dried tears on your face. you felt a shift, then his large hand; barely touching your legs as he hesitantly decided if he'd touch you or not. his rough hand pressed onto your thigh, and he rubbed you softly, caressing your legs and your throat choked up, "Don't touch me 'Ren." your felt yourself frown as you opened your eyes to look at him. you were crying again, "Sweetheart, you know 'm sorry," he whispered.

"No? the fuck would I know that 'Ren? You can't fuckin' apologize properly nigga?" your mouth screwed up with a sour taste in your mouth. you could see his jaw stiffen by your response, and he bit his tongue, breathing heavy. "'M sorry, love," you swallowed a sob, "Fa' what 'Ren?"

"'M sorry for missin' your plans for our anniversary." his eyes bore into you, you weren't pleased. "Go shower and go to fuckin' sleep." you pressed your lips together tight and flopped back over into your pillow to sleep.

"You serious right now?" he was pissin' you off. "Yes, Eren. What the fuck you want me to say 'Ren?" you sit back up, he has to be crazy. Eren's putting his hair up into a bun, frowning at you like he wanted a different response, "Well-,"

"Well what 'Ren? 'M tired. You never do this shit so the fuck 'm I g'na say baby? Just go shower and we'll go to sleep." you pleaded with him, eyes big and starry with tears. he chewed on his lip nervously, leaning over and pressing a few kisses on your cheek then on your lips. he got up then, mumbling another apology before shutting the door to the bathroom.

sighing, you dropped your weight down into the mattress and shut your eyes to sleep. but, morning came quick.

the sheer curtains of the bedroom let in so much sunlight on mornings, at 8 am the golden sun did feel great against your skin. you smiled in your sleepiness, soaking it up. achingly, you shuffled your elbows to hold up your weight one by one as you scooted up into a seated position. you felt a dip in the mattress, feeling around with your hand resting on Eren's chest as he'd conveniently put his arm behind your back and one below your legs to support you back into your pillows. "'Ren...," you mumbled roughly, throat sore from sleep and rubbing at still closed eyes.

"Goodmorning love, 'm sorry."

"Eren... where the hell were you?" you peaked an eye at him. "Was an accident on the highway, they brought a family of five in for operating, love. I planned to clock out early, I swear but the surgeries took hours n' no other surgeons clocked in yet." you licked your lips and sighed. "'Kay..." you whispered, resting your head back into the pillows, eyes closed and basking in the sun that peeked through across your legs and belly. you were having a baby boy who couldn't help but excitedly move about in your tummy while you tried to relax. a beeping from the kitchen made Eren rush out back downstairs.

you were drifting back to sleep when the bedroom door swung open. shifting your head to see, Eren came in with a large platter in his hands; you couldnt help but smile softly, yawning lightly as you started waking up a bit more. he put the platter down on the center of the bed and quickly rushed back out without a word. peering down after finally rubbing the last bit of sleep out of your eyes, you see crepes, pancakes and waffles, all with sweet honey and cream cheese frosting toppings on them. he added some seedless grapes on the side and topped the floury treats with strawberries; it was just enough for you both to share.

you saw him coming in slowly holding two glasses of juice, one with orange and another with apple juice then he rest them on his bedside table and joined you on the bed again, giving you a quick kiss. "Eren," you began with a shake to your head,"No, just... let's have some breakfast 'kay? I know I fucked up so just lemme do this yea?" you nodded, grabbing one of the forks with him and digging in.

pregnancy hormones are crazy, after stuffing your face full of food and brushing your teeth and freshening up, you couldn't help but think about Eren in the kitchen. he was washing the dishes now and your previous sadness was basically gone, you wanted to get fucked.

"hey 'ren?," you padded down to the kitchen where he was busy cleaning up the counter and dishes he cooked with. he hummed in response and you brushed your fingers through your eyelashes continuing, "whatchu wanna do when you done with the dishes?" you rocked back on your heels idly. then you hopped onto a seat by the kitchen island, opposite to Eren.

"ion know baby, I'll do whatever you want. took a few days off from work." he looked back at you, all pretty and shit like he does. you bit back a broad smile as he began drying off his hands, still peeping at you in interest. you pouted playfully and shook your head, "don't wanna fuck me or nun?" your tongue popping back between your teeth at the last consonant and you didn't miss the way his eyes followed the movement between your lips. he swaggered over with the drying towel in his hand, chuckling a little smugly, seeing through your advances then tossing it on the counter.

"you tryna invite me to?" he pressed his body up against the kitchen island, holding up his weight with his hands on the marble. his pretty lips spread into a soft smile looking down at you and brushing his messy hair out of his face. "do I needa invite you? come fuck me den," you giggled prettily at him as he starting walking around the island nodding, tongue-in-cheek.

you sit there pleased, a shit-eating grin on your face when he put his arms over yours on the counter and leaned over you to kiss your lips. then, your temple, your cheeks and then his lips were warm on your neck, your collarbone and, "hey baby?" you stopped his hand from pushing aside your top to kiss your chest and he gave an 'Mhm?', "let's go on the couch yea?" humming deeply with a 'yea'.

the couch was big by the way and he was careful; he's been careful your whole pregnancy. trailing behind you, he pulled out the soft pillows from the backrest of the couch and stuffed them in the corners before you could lay down. then, guiding you into the little nest of cushions on the couch. his lips kept finding yours like he's desperate. "y'know you're so pretty?" he kisses you quick, you nod into it, "n' good for me?" he's kissing you again like a drunk man, "yeah? gonna' keep praisin' me?"

Eren slips off his shirt and you're biting back another playful smile, leaning back as he stretches over you for another kiss. mumbling against your lips, "take dis damn top off." and you're quick with it too. your breasts sensitive from your lactation development and nipples hardening from the room's cold air. you hissed a little and leaned back again, "don't move, princess." Eren stops your hands from taking off your panties and shorts. instead, focusing his smooth, warm lips around your nipples; widening his mouth to suck your areolas in and massage it with his pierced tongue. all while he massaged the other with his hand.

your hisses and gasps made him shudder, slipping your fingers between hair. humming softly against you, he busies himself with your other breast, sucking softly to not provoke any milk out but just enough to make you writhe in the pillows and scratch at his hair.

"'Ren, damnit, c'mon." you whimpered, small, when he pulled at your nipple with a pop coming off it. "relax, want me to stop?" you shook your head no, "then lemme make you feel good, baby." his slender fingers tickled your thick hips, hooking under the waist of your shorts and panties and slowly pulling them down. he's so annoying sometimes, a real perv, pulling down your shorts ever so slowly he can watch the way your panties get stuck to your pussy.

Eren grabs your thighs, pulling you down slightly and shifting back on his feet as he spreads your legs apart. it's nerve wracking, and you open your mouth to say something but he leans down to take a small kitten lick at your clit. your lips part, gasping when he licks again, and again, forcing more of his tongue onto your pussy each time. your hands find his hair again and a leg is propped up against his shoulder. 

you can't help but squirm around, pulling your leg away from him and trying to push him away with the other, knowing he hates it. his soft tongue is rough against your pussy, swirling over your clit smoothly as he suctions his mouth over you to suck on it. the metal balls of his tongue piercing cool. Eren's dragging his mouth through your lips and sticking his tongue into your hole.

Eren smacks kisses on your clit, his cheeks and chin dripping from you as he just digs his nose into the clithood.

you put a hand on your tummy as you thrashed in the pillows, attempting to push his head away from your throbbing cunt.

"'Ren– Eren, fuck, c'mon. stop, stop, stop!" you whined and chewed at your lips hard. your cunt began to dribble more and more wetness while Eren just moaned as he licked you up. he gripped your thighs hard, frowning down into you and pushing your thighs apart more. your pleas just kept getting ignored.

finally, after a sharp mewl from you, Eren's leaning back up on his arms and panting, his muscles flex and from this angle you can see just a bit more down his shorts. a little happy trail leading down to his cock that did a terrible job at hiding beneath his boxers. "sweetheart," he snaps you out of it, licking his puffy lips. you feel still feel a buzz of stimulation on your clit,"How you want it?" he nudges his chin out.

"huh?," distracted. Eren stuffs a hand down his pants idly toying, jaw clenched and emerald green eyes trained on you. he watching your eyes follow as he waits for a response. "I said," your eyes snap back up to his, "how you want me to fuck you, princess?"

"god, 'ren, fuck me however you want." he smiled a little, and then it grew into an sly chuckle.

he's childish, thinking of all the mischievous and torturous ideas of how he could fuck you and how he has fucked you. you squint, "Eren–," "nah, nah, don't go back on it now, baby," he's smiling wide at you, rubbing at himself in his shorts with another hand squeezing your thigh playfully.

"y'know imma make you enjoy it, right?" he leers and you roll your eyes shifting yourself back into the cushions again.

"turn on yo side." you pause and stare, "turn to the side, sweet thing," he holds back a smile and you immediately see where he was going with this. you get comfortable in the cushions, laying on your side with your belly snug facing the inside of the couch, arching your back and pushing your ass out a little.

Eren's hands are on you again, hiking your shaky leg up too the top of the couch backrest and pulling your other thigh down, spreading your soaked cunt. you peak up at him as he's pushing down his grey shorts and boxers. it's heavy, uncut, six inches, thick and he grooms well. with his adrenaline pumping and a hand gripping the base of his cock, the veins on his lower stomach become prominent and they pop out along his dick too.

Eren scoots forward, grabbing a handful of your ass, pushing it up to spread your lips, rubbing his cock between your cunt that was starting to drip again like a leaky tap. "you ready?" cockhead poking at your pussy as he peers at you below heavy eyes and long eyelashes. "yeah," and he tilts his head back, his lips pulling into a sneer and he presses in. "fuckin' damnit."

he smooths a hand up and down your back, leaning over you as he pushed his cock up into you. you keened and pressed your teeth together, the stretch from Eren's cock forcing a whimper out of you. you choked out another moan when he was in all the way, he leaned down to press a few kisses on your shoulder. your cunt was fucking pulsing and the drag was slow, Eren took his time setting a slow pace.

"'Ren, fucking go faster, oh my fucking god," you whined and he swats a stinging slap on your ass, "nah, either we gon' fuck like this or we c'n stop now, your choice baby." you felt tears prick your eyes as he maintained the slow drag of his cock, right up against your g-spot and cursed under your breath.

with every thrust you let out a gasp, and his hair wet with sweat was sticking to his shoulders. he couldn't possibly look any hotter to you, arm muscles flexed as he gripped your body and chest shiney with a sheen of sweat. but he just kept going, slow.

"'Ren, 'Ren, 'Ren," you murmured through lips swollen from all the biting and glossy from spit and tears, you felt like you'd explode if your clit pulsed again, "'Ren– goddamn, touch it please?" you squinted up at him and pouted prettily.

"watchu want baby?" he licked his lips, brows furrowed in concentration. "touch– shit, touch my clit please, 'Ren?"

you almost squirted all over the couch when he slid a hand down your big tummy and pressed a middle finger against your clit. you felt a creamy, slushy, stickiness practically covering your pussy everytime his hips connected with your ass. you were creaming all over his cock but he wouldn't go any faster ans you were growing impatient. slowly and lightly he rubbed circles around your clit and the folds of your pussy nearest to it, feeling the way you twitch when he touched it.

in and out, in and out, he fucked you slow, your pussy could do no more than trickle out more wetness, thicker than before and gushing. though his thrusts were slow, so fucking slow, you could feel the sloppiness. his mouth hung open, a little drool on his lips and he rasped out a groan with every thrust because each one came with a tighter squeeze.

his eyes flicker about your body, watching the way you gripped at the couch cushions, "c'mon baby, I know ya' gonna' do it f'me." he applied more pressure to the finger on your clit, watching how your leg spasmed and your body jerked at the added pressure. he loved it, you were chasing your own orgasm so desperately trying to push down on his finger and cock. he felt the heat radiating off you and tilted his head back again; his cock slipped out, slapping on your leg once before you reached a hand back and grabbed the base of his cock to push him back in with a quickness that caught him off guard. he audibly choked out a moan, loud, "shit, give it t'me 'ren, fuck," he started thrusting again, notably quicker than his torturous pace but nothing as hard and fast as you usually would do.

he was moaning like a bitch, fucking into the slippery, hot and creamy mess you two made, gathering some of it on his fingers and pressing it onto your clit again. harder and quicker than before you felt yourself stiffen up. "'Ren, f—uck me 'm g'na cum," your vision went white and suddenly you were squirting on the seats, "cum on it, cum on it, come on," he edged you on but you could barely hear him. your legs jolted with a burst of pleasure and you felt limp; a heavy load of Eren's cum shooting into you. he dropped forward, laying his head on your shoulder and rubbing his face into your skin.

"was good, wasn't it?" he murmured against you, "fuck, shuddup 'ren, you know it was good. now get off me." he pressed a kiss onto your cheek and pushed off you, pulling out slowly much to your discomfort and heading to the towel cabinet in the downstairs bathroom.

Eren soaked it in some cool water from the sink and pressed it on your thighs first, cleaning up the mess you both made then running back to rinse it off and finally cleaning up your pussy. when he was done he brought you some water, and lifted you off the couch so he could carry you to a shower. "so, I'm forgiven aren't I?" he made small talk with a little smile.

"ugh, yes 'Ren but, call me or send a text next time yea?" he laughed, "of course."

— masterlist.

[iplayghoul]

𝐭𝐨𝐣𝐢 𝐟𝐮𝐬𝐡𝐢𝐠𝐮𝐫𝐨'𝐬 𝐤𝐢𝐧𝐤𝐬.

pairing:: toji fushiguro x afab! reader.

warnings:: mentioning the following, missionary, sex positions, dacryphilia, ddlg, cockrings, dom/sub dynamics, choking, strangling(?), size kink, breeding kink, brief sex scene i got carried away (i lied)

author's note:: yes this is a lil mini series kinda thing i just want to have fun with my writing again! this wont be on ao3. once again yawl its a teeny bit lengthy not no word count enjoy!! as usual ignore typos.

𝐰𝐞 𝐚𝐥𝐥 𝐤𝐧𝐨𝐰 𝐭𝐨𝐣𝐢 𝐢𝐬𝐧'𝐭 𝐚𝐧 𝐢𝐧𝐧𝐨𝐜𝐞𝐧𝐭 𝐦𝐚𝐧. he's old, old school and might not parttake in all the young people's freaky deaky shit but he definitely has his likes and dislikes. he's paticular in his ways, like the slut he is, and doesn't hide it either.

okay idk how to explain this point but his favourite position: toji adores missionary, except folding your feet back to where your anklet is jingling by your ears. i will say no more but, "fuck, its all fuckin' in you."

dacryphilia: he's so fucking mean 😭 he loves making you cry, sob and hiccup when he's fucking you. not to be a bit gross but whether its messy, slobbery or ugly he doesn't give a fuck fr yawl sorry. imagine the way he's fucking into your cunt deep, squeezing your cheeks to get a good look at your face that's wet with tears n spit, giving you that prideful look knowing he's doing a good job.

ddlg: listen i need to let it out. hes a dilf, he knows it and he loves women🤷🏾 this man loves being in charge and loves getting called daddy even more to establish his dominant role in the bedroom. yea he's mooching off women, but is it really that bad when he forced you into position only if you say daddy? remember who you belong to. if you really wanna get him riled up a simple "yea daddy?" would get him.

dom & sub: while he doesn't play into this too much, its definitely in him. he likes to be the dominant person between you two. the one to drop spanks when you catch an attitude or to fold you in half at any moment. he's a hard dom buuut an bratty sub. when you first introduced the idea of him being submissive for you, he didn't take you seriously 🙄 it took alot of rope and a cock ring to get him to behave.

choking: similar to gojo, he can't help but stick a few fingers down your throat and listen to you choke on it. his favourite thing to do is forcing you to deep throat his cock till your jaw hurts to feel the squeeze of your throat and your gagging. and even better if you let him wrap your neck in a hold of his muscular biceps while he fucks you from the back.

size kink: while he'd fuck or date any sized person and doesn't have a height preference, toji definitely finds himself preferring fat women. though he is a whore all around, he enjoys having lots of fleshy body to grab while yall are fucking, or picking you up and fucking you against the wall despite your protests. even when it comes to face sitting, if you even said, "but I might crush you," you're in for one hell of a ride 😋

breeding kink: deadbeat father this deadbeat father that BUT breeding is ON the table. in the perfect world days go like this, after work you come back home pamper yourself a little. toji comes home, tired but also looking for some stress relief. quickly, things escalate and he has you up, torso against the bathroom counter. your ass stings from the constant slap of his hips, his cock pulsing as he fucks into you desperately. mumbles of, "gonna' make you a mommy yea?" and, "g'na' fuck you full of my kids, shit," as he struggles not to cum is all you can hear echoing in your head. he's desperate. now let's refocus LMFAO 😁💀not i got side tracked... toji's a slut, and while he doesn't care for his kids, he can't help but wanna' fuck 'em into you on a daily basis.

— masterlist 😭💀

[iplayghoul]

frienddd! okay, you think geto a ass or boob man?

hi hun!! here you go, instigatin😭🤭

this is actually a complicated ass question. neow, i think geto for sure is into big women. so is it rlly ass or boobs like... he just wants to suffocate himself in them frfr but he def prefers ass, i cant see him in any other way

he loves him a nice fat n chubby girl, prefers fat over muscle any day. he revels in the way their body spills over a tight top or jeans. he ESPECIALLY loves being able to grab a handful of ass, all of which cant eem fit in his two hands😭

hes def the type to see em walkin around and just smack they ass or grab it and he LOVES picking them up. its not even the generic weight shit every1 wants to talk about wit big girls😭 his big ass just adores picking up his girl, hands grabbing her ass and doing as he pleases.

it also makes his partners super flustered and his evil ass cant help but do it !! whether hes fuckin in that position, carrying you around the house, putting you on his lap: he wants to show how strong he is. for sureee is one of those traditional 'protect' and 'provide' men sprinkle sprinkle🤭

AND DONT GET ME STARTED ON DOGGY. why am i straying from the ask chile omg. geto's backshots are LETHAL. he is just mad skillful wit it.

fav thing to see is when brown skin starts to turn deep red wit the sting of his hips slapping against a fat ass fr, geto is a doggystyle demon i swear.

TO CONCLUDE MY WORD VOMIT😭 geto loves to shove his face in sum tits and grab sum ass but at the end of the day, ass takes the cake i fear (LMFAOO CAKE)

[iplayghoul]

𝐡𝐨𝐭 𝐭𝐮𝐛𝐬 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐡𝐨𝐭 𝐝𝐮𝐝𝐞𝐬 — 𝐬𝐚𝐭𝐨𝐬𝐮𝐠𝐮

pairing:: gojo satoru x getou suguru

word count:: 2.6k

warnings:: based on THIS (self explanatory), smut, hot sub sex, crying, anal sex, dom getou, sub gojo, mentions of their kids, probs inaccurate sex descriptions

notes:: feedback appreciated!! jus wrote it cuz i wanna be them or WITH THEM so bad and they needa drop a sex tape

"you're so annoying, y'know that?" suguru chuckled out with a shake of his head, spreading his legs in the rising temperatures of the hot tub. satoru fiddled with the settings before sitting back and placing a warm towel over his eyes. his head thrown back and resting on the hot tub's edge, smiling at suguru's jabs but not responding.

suguru's lips clamped down on the end of his cigarette, pulling a stray strand of hair out of his mouth that got caught with the cig' and pushing it back into the bun he'd tied his hair into. the hair quickly fell in front of his eyes again. "

"you love me, suguru," satoru whispered, suguru let out a puff of smoke, "i do."

another moment of silence filled the small gap between each other, though they sat quite close. it was nothing besides the bubbling of hot jacuzzi water, rumbling warmth right below the v-line of their hips and above their dicks. the skin was smooth, both men do wax each other diligently; satoru calls it bonding but suguru believes he just adores being annoying and seeing him in pain.

"this water's making my dick tingle," satoru spoke up, he heard suguru cough on a breath from his cigarette and his chest shook with soft laughter. satoru rocked back, his broad, smooth chest glowing dew-like and his left arm fallen over his dick in the water, covering it loosely.

"mine's tingling too but i didn't say anything— how're your teens?" suguru got off his seat and stepped down into the water, skin rubbing against satoru's as he put out his cig' in the tray. he reached near the bottle holders where a bottle of red wine was placed.

"i'm talking about my tingly dick and you're asking about the kids?" suguru peers at him while twisting the wine bottle top, "megumi's doing great, worries me sometimes but he's young and doing his best." satoru pulls the towel off his face and stares at the ceiling, lifting his neck a little to catch suguru's gaze, who'd been staring as he spoke. "tsumiki's such a sweetheart, their relationship is a little rocky but they're doing much better; they're almost adults. how are the girls?"

suguru grabbed two glasses and poured in the first, "they're doing well— quite the trouble makers as usual. nanako's tutoring science and math at school. i have a feeling mimiko wants to join jujutsu high."

satoru hums, grabbing a glass from suguru as he fills the other, "and will you let her?" suguru laughs deeply, "my short answer is no," he peaks at satoru who can't help but smile. the extra warmth hugged them both and suguru clinks his glass against satoru's and takes a sip.

"but my long answer is..." he presses his lips, looking at satoru and can't suppress the laughter that bubbles in his throat,"i guess as a father i don't want her to get hurt, y'know? i want her to have the best life i can give but," he pauses to sip the wine and satoru joins him,"if she truly expressed that to me— and was willing, i'd like to train her a little before i allow her to enroll." he smiles softly.

satoru folds his arm on the edge of the tub, suguru steps down next to him with his glass and does the same.

"you're a great father, suguru," satoru rests his face against his arms and stares at him lovingly, his pale hair stuck to his face and grey after being wet, his long eyelashes almost unnoticeable against the fairness of his skin.

they sip together, suguru nods and brings his hand to the back of satoru's neck, thumb rubbing softly against him. "you're a great dad too."

satoru pouts a little and sits up straight, "hm, i feel like i can do more for them but I'm not sure what, y'know?" suguru nods again and slightly bends to steal a kiss. satoru chuckles, "we're really using our relaxation time to talk about kids huh?" they snicker and suguru takes a seat next to satoru again. the glasses of wine have one or two sips remaining and suguru throws his head back and rubs at his neck.

his adam's apple bobs as he swallows the last bit of wine and he massages the muscles of his neck. he was slightly more muscular than satoru, and taller too. satoru's eyes were trained on suguru's hands. his tanned skin contrasting to satoru's pale ones that were tinted with a rose-y pink at the fingertips.

"y'need some help?"

he wades around before reaching over to suguru and replacing his hands with his own. at first, unmoving, soaking in the touch of his boyfriend's warm skin. the latter opened his eyes, connecting with satoru's who then began to rub softly into the skin of his throat. massaging the kinks in his neck.

"shit..." suguru murmurs under his breath, eyes shutting again and brows furrowing. his breath tickled satoru's hands, "'toru," suguru pried his eyes open, "we should do somethin'," he says softly.

"somethin' like what? the kids are at sleepovers for the weekend. we can do what we want," satoru whispered back.

"shit, back up, satoru." he lets up as told, silent as ever, watching as suguru stands up and rolls his neck, gazing down at satoru's pretty eyes.

"think you can kneel down on that ledge there?" sex between them was intimate— all too intimate it always overwhelmed satoru. his overly cheerful personality around his friends, even close friends would always drop ten levels when alone with suguru.

he peaks back at the little step under the water, was it getting hotter? he got the memo though, kneeling onto the step with a hand against suguru's chest– then glanced up at him.

"no hands," suguru murmured, clasping satoru's into his own and giving it a kiss before letting the latter drop his hand to his knees underwater. suguru pulled the tie out of his hair, his choppy black hair falling down to his shoulders and sticking onto the wet of his skin.

"c'mon baby," its been a while. satoru eyes suguru up and down, eyes training on the watery blur that was his dick. a hand interrupting his focus as he wet his lips, it reached down and grabbed then pumped twice before suguru lifted his cock out of the water for satoru to see.

he salivated, satoru wasn't small, he was a the perfect size; but, suguru was bigger. his tip was—uncircumcised, a darker caramel colour to the rest of his skin that faded around him and his balls. satoru looked at it then up at suguru's eyes which were covered by stray hair that wouldn't stay back no matter how much the latter's wet hand would attempt to groom it backwards.

"satoru," his eyes snapped back up to suguru and he licked his drying lips again, nervous. "get it nice n' wet for me, yeah?" satoru nodded before smiling cheekily, "don't you think i should get to use my hands? it's been a while suguru," "satoru." suguru felt his cock stiffen more in his grasp.

leaning forward, satoru gave his tip a kiss, licking suguru's cockhead fully, then nudging his slit with the tip of his tongue to hear suguru groan. he puckered his lips pressing another kiss to the entirety of his tip, suckling lightly and closing his eyes to focus.

"satoru, be quick with it, baby." suguru was gone, the water's heat rose and condensed on suguru's skin, satoru's was covered by the water as he pressed forward to give the mans cock a few licks. careful to keep his hands on his thighs, where he was squeezing tightly, he dropped his mouth open and let himself salivate as much as possible, tilting his mouth up to let his tongue touch suguru's cock: drawing the man's attention down to him as his eyes were closed.

sending a silent message, suguru slid his cock into satoru mouth quickly, letting the other's throat squeeze him tight and wrapping his fingers in the short grey strands of satoru's hair. his jaw burned, pushing his tongue out onto suguru's dick as he let the saliva collect along the length of it, moaning deeply when his boyfriend's cock was all slicked up.

suguru muttered any and everything under his breath, never breaking eye contact with satoru's who obediently kept his vision on him; obedient to the past times.

"sgru, mm, sygru," satoru moved his lips to talk every time suguru's stroke loosed up on his throat, purposefully tensing his throat against the other and gagging.

"watchu want, huh?" he pulled all the way out, saliva dribbling down satoru's chin with cords of spit connecting to his balls as he pulled away. "y'gotta fuck me. c'mon."

"get up and sit back there," suguru breathed, and nudged his head to the ledge. satoru sat up quick and sat back on the edge of the hot tub, suguru gazed down at the clear indentations of his hands on his thighs.

"hey," suguru's deep voice cut through satoru's silence, "you brought lube didn't you?" satoru's eyes widened before bursting into laughter and slapping a hand on his mouth.

"how did you know that?" satoru hopped back into the water and reach for a towel where his things were hanging, under the cloth was a bottle of lube. "i know cuz' you can't get shit past me," suguru teased before grabbing satoru by his chin and catching his lips in a deep kiss.

satoru locked his hands around suguru's neck and arched into him as the two muscular men locked lips, passionately sharing in each other and feeding off one another's warmth and love. ending with a small peck of the lips, satoru then sat on the edge of the hot tub again, spreading his thighs apart but not elevating his legs.

suguru squeezed some lube onto the palm of his hand, driving it up and down the length of his cock before roughly grabbing satoru's left leg with a slick hand and stretching it to rest on his shoulder. he added a dollop to the fat ring of satoru's asshole, who groaned a little at the coldness. then, suguru slicked his fingers up with more lube before tossing it aside and pressing his middle finger in.

"ah, fuck, suguru— wait," satoru sighed and grabbed suguru's arm.

"satoru." suguru sternly called with a calm look on his face, "move your hand, i haven't even put it in all the way yet." satoru pleaded with his eyes, but easily gave up and put his hand back to holding the edge of the tub.

suguru was painfully slow in pushing in past the first knuckle, pressing his finger in forcefully even thought it couldn't go any further. satoru's cheeks were flushed and rose-y when suguru slipped his ring finger in. his long fingers plunged deep into him, barely curling given the tightness and thumbing at nothingness.

"s'guru," satoru huffed, "put 'nother finger in– shit." he felt himself scooting away from suguru's fingers yet arching into his hand; his request quickly fulfilled. soon enough suguru was scissoring four fingers in and out of satoru who did nothing but writhe and accept it.

suguru seemed to have all the patience in the world now.

"suguru, what the fuck. fuck me already c'mon." satoru moaned out, full body flushed and lip numb from never ending biting. suguru pulled his fingers out quick making him hiss, adjusting satoru's leg higher up on his shoulder and wrapping one hand around his dick with the other warming up the lube on his own.

sweat pebbled between suguru's eyebrows, absent-mindedly gripping satoru's cock tighter and ignoring the whimper it caused; focused on prodding the pucker of satoru's hole with his tip.

satoru swallowed hard. eyes moving back and forth between suguru and where his cock was pressing past the first ring of muscle in his ass. it didn't get any better when suguru began to pump just the tip in and out— in and out, slowly stretching satoru's ass to a comfortable size again. tears were forming already and satoru'd mentally promised himself not to cry. he's so in love.

"g- 'guru," suguru glanced up at him, still pumping his cockhead in, ever so slightly inching deeper in.

"just– oh fuck– i c'n, damn jus' put it in– i c'n take it," his skin was sticky with a sheen of sweat and frustration. suguru leaned over and rest his head on his boyfriend's shoulder, kissing his neck softly then smacking his lips onto the other's. all while suguru pumped satoru's dig slowly.

satoru moaned into the kiss, sensitive eyes flicking closed and falling deep into the kiss when he felt suguru clutch him closer. without warning, suguru shoved his cock in all the way, driving it deep into satoru who lost hold of his lips; letting out a loud sob.

his mouth fell open, and his relaxed limbs jolted with every thump of suguru's hips slapping against his ass. he got fucked deep, wailing out the moment he felt the thwack of suguru's balls sting against him, falling apart from his boyfriend's hold. his ownly grasp being a hand on suguru's shoulder and suguru's hand fondling his cock.

"shit, shit, shit, ah!" satoru's nails dug into suguru's shoulder, arching away onto the tile. he felt the lube creaming up, sloppy against his ass each thrash of the two men.

suguru thumbed against satoru's slit; he could cry, he knew what was coming. suguru quickened hia thrusts somehow, teasing and stimulating satoru with his hands, mouth and cock.

"'m– holy shit 'm gonna cum— suguru!" he saw white and couldn't hear for a moment, letting out a silent cry before he was snapped out of it. suguru let go of his dick, and he wasn't getting fucked anymore.

eyes welled up with tears, satoru breathlessly rolled his eyes towards suguru.

"you're so fucking mean." he sniffled, lips trembling as he drowsily spoke, and as he opened his mouth to speak again, suguru hammered back into him together with his hands pumping his cock once more.

surely suguru worked him back up, listened to his sweet whines and cries and forced him to his breaking point, he was gonna' cum again: he could feel it.

"suguru– ah, lemme do it, lemme do it l— please," with a red, tear covered face satoru felt his tummy tense up and his balls clenched. eyes rolled to the back of his head and hands falling away from suguru as he limply let himself be fucked.

he came, and he came hard, throat aching with the cries from his broken voice and sobs as he came down from his orgasm, arms rushing to hug suguru close to him.  said man moaned softly in satoru's ear, filling him up with strings of his own cum, then wrapping his arms around satoru to hug him tight and press quick kisses onto his face and shoulders.

satoru cried for a moment, sniffling into suguru's shoulder and happily receiving back rubs then returning kisses onto boyfriend's neck and lips and shoulders.

then he'd calmed down, and lift his head up to look at suguru,

"that was good or whatever." suguru burst into laughter, throwing his head back and holding his stomach and enjoying the moment, satoru bit back a smile.

"i know you loved it. i loved it. i love you," suguru smiled at him, ogling.

satoru rolled his eyes, "i love you too."

— masterlist.

[iplayghoul]

𝐠𝐨𝐣𝐨 𝐬𝐚𝐭𝐨𝐫𝐮'𝐬 𝐤𝐢𝐧𝐤𝐬.

pairing:: gojo x afab! reader.

warnings:: mentions of lots of kinks obvi such as power play, predator/prey, name calling, dom & sub dynamics, mommy/daddy, choking, breath play, face sitting.

author's note:: this is a teeny bit lengthly but im not puttin a word count i swear i kno him better dan yall do!! he is nawt who yall think he is!! hope u enjoy and try ur best to ignore any typos

𝐜𝐨𝐧𝐭𝐫𝐚𝐫𝐲 𝐭𝐨 𝐩𝐨𝐩𝐮𝐥𝐚𝐫 𝐛𝐞𝐥𝐢𝐞𝐟, gojo satoru isn't the immature, childish, prankster persona everyone makes him out to be. he can actually be quite subtle, secretive, mature and shy towards his kinks but not his significant other.

power play: oh satoru, he is so into power play. he adores the idea of tying you up in all sorts of positions and toying with you, having his way with you. he's masterful in his knot tying and with the same hands stuffs your cunt full of his slender fingers. all while you're helpless to defend against his pleasurable torture. and dont get me wrong! he definitely loves it the other way around too. he gets hard off the idea of finding a significant other with such a strong, intimidating presence that he'd let them tie him up and do as they please.

predator/prey: this man loves to dance around his kinks. his personal life contrasts with his professional life and he intends to keep it as private as possible. in your relationship with him, he's playful and teasing and animalistic. caressing your neck and body with his teeth, chasing you around, sparring with you and play fighting or wrestlin you in bed all just feeds his predator/prey kink that he wont admit!🙄😭

name-calling, mommy & daddy: now when i think of gojo im totally thinking ab that black art version of him- so goddamn fine and i imagine he's the type of boyfriend to be dominant and submissive at the same time. lemme explain i swear im making sense! he definitely enjoys calling you mommy in bed- even tho he's in charge. the idea of dominating someone who's supposed to have authority over him is so fucking hot to both of you. he definitely loves it when you dominate him, and call him daddy all while he's submissive.

choking, breath play: whether you're doming him or not, he loves a good ass hand over the mouth and nose to cut off either of yalls air flow. you feel the high and rush of blood whenever he clasped his hand tightly around your neck, all while driving into you like yall aint fucked in WEEKS (that brotha is starvin) not only this, he adores stuffing your mouth full of three long fingers and making you gag on it while he's goin hard from behind.

lastly, and while he definitely has more kinks that just this, face sitting: hes so shameless with it too, every morning before he goes to work he's gotta have you sit on his face. the idea of a face full of pussy, especially of his squirming and whining significant other turns him on like no fucking other. you can't deny him either because of how good it is, he'd bed to eat you out any time of day but face sitting? icing on the cake fr.

masterlist!

[iplayghoul]

❛ 𝓵𝓲𝓴𝓮 𝓪 𝓹𝓲𝓶𝓹 ❜﹒﹒﹒

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