#i guess he likes to lick things? 🤷🏻‍♀️

[warpedwings]

Misha Collins - Tongue Weirdness

Stick Out Your Tongue Tongue Tricks Mlems Castiel

[ma1dita]

I need a pt 2 to the Luke and long distance!gf PLEASEEEEE

mdni

🐥🐥🐥🐥🐥

pt 1 here

a/n: man... getting out of my writing rut so here's this filth. sexting. kinda public. luke cums in his pants. what a loser

wc: 780

*bzzz*

Luke’s phone buzzes for the third time in a row in his Financial Marketing lecture today. The notification shakes his phone against the wood of the table to the point that it’s bugging the hell out of Chris who’s locked into whatever the professor’s saying—but as soon as Luke sees your name flash across the slightly cracked screen of his iPhone, he drops his pen in favor of you. His brother rolls his eyes, slumping further into his seat head lolling against his arm. There’s a smile that immediately settles upon Luke’s cheeks at the thought of you.

“baby 🤭 you busy?”

“why are you not answering you don’t even like this class anyway”

“fine ig i’ll ask someone else for their opinion 🤷🏻‍♀️” 

He chuckles lowly as he types out a reply, “opinion on what babe 👀” and Chris nudges his arm with a nod to ask if everything’s good. The professor drones on in the background about the stock market and for once, Luke is glad that Hermes gave him the ability to skate through his Econ degree (the only think he’ll be grateful to his absent father for), because it gives him more time to focus on more important things, like the slew of images of you trying on bikinis that infiltrate his phone.

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“oops sorry! guess i sent them to the wrong person”

He gulps almost comically, shifting in his seat as he saves them for later. Shifty eyes and quick fingers can only do so much in a crowded lecture hall. But you see that his read receipts are on, and frankly the lack of a response is irritating when you’re pulling your best poses in the comfort of your living room. Boys never get how much effort it takes to be sexy.

“damn. guess i’ll go find a new boyfriend who can appreciate all of this”

Luke sighs, half stifled by is need to see you bare and his spit going down the wrong pipe that he clears his throat loudly, trying to ignore his jeans tightening by the second. Licking his lips, he clicks on the presentation slides, trying to catch up to where the professor is after your very welcome distractions. 

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He presses the ‘next’ button just as another iMessage notification pops up on his screen, trigger finger clicking open an image of your tits pressed between your fingers, nipples taut against the fabric and lips between your teeth—all shiny soft skin almost bursting through the flimsy top that’s loosening and almost vivid through the still image. If there’s more, he thinks he’s seeing stars.

Luke slams his laptop shut and it echoes.

He takes a deep breath trying to remember what year it is.

“You good bro?”

Chris mumbles with a furrowed brow, watching sweat glisten against Luke’s flushed cheeks.

“Not feeling well. Think I’m gonna head out. Send me notes later?”

It’s almost an inside joke between the two of them, but Luke laughs a little too hard trying to play it off. He shoves his laptop into his backpack, before slowly weaving through the row and hoping no one noticed his girlfriend’s tits on the blown up screen of his Macbook. But then again, something’s obviously off as he walks stiffly towards the exit, feet swift with no predetermined destination. Luke contemplates the probability of someone interrupting him in the hall bathroom if he goes there to rub one out. His dick is hard and weepy, frustration brimming at the seams of his resolve when he walks out of the lecture hall. Readjusting himself into his waistband and groaning at the pressure, Luke wonders if he can walk home fast enough.

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He stops in his tracks as he opens your message, the sound of your moans and slick movements of your fingers buried under the damp bottoms of your bikini almost too loud in his Airpods. His dark brown eyes trace the movements of your swiveling hips on his screen and he leans against the wall to groan lowly, a pathetic noise clawing up his throat, until his mouth dries at the sight of you parting the fabric aside just in time for him to watch you cum hard, soaking the rest of your hand and the leather of the couch beneath your ass. Luke doesn’t realize his body’s unprompted decision to join your release until he feels a sticky, uncomfortable warmth pool against the bottom of his shirt, soiled beyond belief.

His head of curls bangs against the wall behind him as he moans.

*bzzz*

A lopsided grin forms on his face when his phone buzzes again in his hand.

[eashmo]

So I just wrote my very first fanfic and not gonna lie. I envy people who can write like that. But I think I did good 🤷🏻‍♀️ I've never been good at this sort of thing, I can barely write blurbs for my mood boards. I'm more of a poet than a big storyteller.

Please be nice 🙏🏻

How do you warn again? fluff, angst, I guess.

Love bites

It's the way Billy's lips greedily found yours that made you melt. He pushes himself into you, pressing you into the leather seats. His left hand holds your wrist while his right trails down to the curve of your hip. The heat from both of you radiates in the small space, making it suffocating as the two of you tangle your tongues for Dominance to see who will break first.

"I love you" you mumble in his mouth.

He exhales deeply through his nose as he grunts while he grinds his pelvis into yours, pinning you farther into the seat, giving you little room to move.

"Don't say that." he chimes in. His mouth trails wet sloppy kisses down the edge of your jaw, down the length of your neck, stopping at the base. Billy's teeth sink into the sensitive skin. Gripping your hair, allowing more excess.

"Why? It's true, I love you.... all of you, " you say through breathy moans.

"Yeah?" He says as his grip on the back of your head tightens. His blown out ocean blue eyes meet yours. Billy licks his swollen lips as he admires the soft curves of your face. He allows your wrist to slip out of his left hand, giving you the opportunity to slink them around his neck and pushing your fingers into his damp hair. With a light, Tug earns you a low growl from him.

"Yeah" you smile as you take his face into your hands, gently running your thumbs across his cheeks.

Sighing, he removes himself from your grip and sits in the seat looking away from you.

"No you don't y/n, you can't love me after everything that has happened, after what I did to you when I was flayed..... I almost fucking killed you." He says while his eyes were getting glossy.

"Billy, look at me, please," your voice cracks.

He looks at you with teary eyes, then down to your scar on your chest. The scar that he gave you.

"Billy, that wasn't you, and I forgave you the moment it even happened." You started to cry.

"DO NOT FORGIVE ME Y/N!" He shouts and punches the back of the passenger seat so hard that it gashes his knuckles. You jump to the sound that reverberates through the car's cabin,

"Don't just don't," he weakly says as he exits the car, leaving you with your racing mind.

You scramble out to find him leaning on the hood smoking. You slowly walk over to him, inserting yourself between his legs. Picking up his hurt hand, you used the sleeve of your shirt to stop the bleeding despite it not being a big gash. Wiping away the blood, you kiss his knuckles softly.

He watches you cautiously while flicking the cigarette away. His now free hand gently holds your hip, afraid of breaking you.

"William Hargove, you are my life, my universe. I'm not going to let some fucking mindbitch ruin the only thing I have left in this damn forsaken town." You say.

He scoffs, "mindbitch, really?" He smiles a little.

You make a small snort. "Of course, that's the only thing you're gonna comment on." Shaking your head, you put your arms around his neck like they were missing puzzle pieces. Pressing your chest to his. Heart against heart.

He kisses your forehead gently. "I love you too, I always have since the moment I saw you in the school parking lot on my first day. And I loved you even more when you punched me in the nose when I got in the fight with Harrington at the Byers house."

You grimace at the memory. You broke his nose that night. But after that, he was kinder to you and your friends, especially to max.

He grips your jaw so you're looking directly into his eyes. "Marry me?"

Grinning, you give him the biggest bear hug that anyone can receive while squealing a "yes."

He gives an amused grunt from the sudden hug attack.

"Now, where were we, big boy?" You say while nipping his ear, causing him to groan and tightening his hold around your waist.

"I don't want to touch you too much, baby, cause making love to you might drive me crazy. He laughs a little.

"Did you really just quote a Def Leppard song?" You smirked.

Masterlist

2023

[guccifrog]

story time for y'all bitches and bros and none binary hoes cuz I'm bored

but anyways when I was 15 this random account on tiktok followed me and he had like the same flag of my country and shit and well I was a lil too nice and decided to follow him back (gurl why) and he like sent me a hi and I said hi back then he started making conversation and shit and he seemed really cool at the time and he asked for my insta and I was like hmmmm yk what fuck it you're cool imma just give u it 🤷🏻‍♀️ then we continued talking on insta for like 2 days and then mf keept getting a lil bollllld (like the phonesex yall want me to write ✋😟) and mind you I WAS 15 BITCH anyways he didn't know my age I didn't know his but I knew that he was a stonerrr cuz he'd send me vids of him smoking an shit (that was kinda hot eventhough he was ugly as shit😕) but one time we were doing 20 questions or whatever he asked me about random things even where I live and my dumbass ofc told him then I asked him about his age an he was like "oh I'm 20 hbu 😜" and mf I told him I was 15 and GUESS WHAT HE SAIDDDD "5 years not much tbh" WHEN I TELL YOU I CHOKED ON AIRRRRR like I was so creeped out he said it so casually anyways I tried to avoid his ass for the next couple of days but he was being weird litche spaming my tiktok and ig sending me 100+ tiktoks like are you insane???? and half of them are nasty ones like I want to lick ur clit bitch I was a minor wdym 😟😟😟

anyways stay safe kids don't let strangers tell you they want to lick ur no-no place muah 🤟🤟🤟

(I ghosted him and blocked him after a few days btw)

[buckys-other-punk]

That’s How It’s Done

Pairing: Steven Grant x Reader, Marc Spector x Reader

Summary: You and Marc have been together since the beginning. He’s only ever told you stories about his alter Steven. One morning after a passionate night together, both Marc and Steven hear you moan out a particular name.

Warnings: SMUTTTTT (little plot), sexsomnia, oral (fem receiving), fingering, facesitting, cussing 🤷🏻‍♀️and I think that’s all.....

Word Count: 1.1K

A/N: Guess who’s back. But don’t get used to me being back lol Anyways hello my friends! I got this idea while reading some amazing Steven/Marc smut from @laters-gators @astroboots (I hope y’all don't mind me tagging you) and many many more creative people. So I decided to finally write again…I haven’t written smut in such a long time so let’s see if this is good. Like always, this is completely unedited so don’t mind my mistakes. Lemme know what you guys think and I’ll see you at the end! 

Marc woke up and looked over at your naked form still fast asleep. He stood from the bed and walked over to the sink to get a glass of water. He heard you stirring in your sleep and dismissed it.

“Wow. She looks beautiful when she’s asleep yeah?” Steven said through the mirror.

“She sure does,” Marc replied as he walked over to you. He noticed your eyebrows furrowing as you started to moan. His eyes traveled down at your body and saw that you were masturbating in your sleep. “Oh fuck.” 

“Bloody hell! Is she?!” Steven exclaimed looking back at Marc.

“She is...” Marc answered as he started to kneel down in front of you. 

He stopped when he heard you moan out, “Mmm Steven.” Marc stood back up to look at his alter. Steven looks back at Marc with equal shock. They both look back down at you as you continued to moan out Steven's name.

“Can I have the body, Marc?” Steven asked eagerly looking at the man on the other side of the mirror.

“What no! You haven’t even met her!” Marc replied defensively.

“Steven!” you gasped still asleep.

“Please, Marc. I promise I’ll let you take control after.” Steven pleaded. Marc looked at Steven through the mirror hesitant to let his alter take control.

“Fuck, Steven!” you moaned out. Again the pair looked to you and then back at each other.

“I’m gonna be nice just this once. You better give the body back right after.” Marc demanded towards Steven.

“Fine whatever. Just give me control now Marc!” Steven proclaimed. The two looked at each other and then switched places.

“Shit, I just realized I've never done this before,” Steven said aloud.

“No shit,” Marc replied back. “Just kneel down and go to town.” He added with a smirk.

“Alright, that’s enough out of you know,” Steven said back to the mirror.

Steven knelt in front of you admiring your naked form as he did earlier. He hunched close enough to see the wetness of your pussy. He began to kiss along your thighs looking up at your sleeping face. Your tense face and furrowed eyebrows went to a more relaxed state as he placed open kisses closer and closer to your pussy. Your moans were more drawn out, which hinted to Steven that he was doing the right thing.

Steven continued to kiss upwards towards your hips and mound. He finally place an open kiss on your clit and he heard you take a deep inhale. He licked a long stripe from your hole to your clit. He continued to suck at your clit waiting to hear your reactions of praise. 

You opened your eyes and looked down to see Marc in between your thighs. “Fuck.” you moan grabbing a hold of his curly locks. He looked up at you and you noticed that his eyes seemed more gentle, soft, and tender.

“Fuck Steven.” you moan out looking up at the ceiling in bliss.

Steven paused and said with his accent, “How did you kno-” 

“Don’t stop, Steven.” you interrupted him and pressed his head back to your clit. As he continued to suck on your clit  you grabbed a hold of his hand sucking his fingers. He took the hint, removing his fingers from your mouth and inserting his digits in you. He moaned on your clit, the vibrations made you pull on his hair squeezing your thighs around his head. 

“Shit Steven. I'm coming!” you exclaimed looking back down at him.

Already? He thought to himself. Steven continued to thrust his fingers in and out of you, licking your clit as fast as he could just to hear the sweet noises you made. Your body began to shake as you came on Steven’s fingers.

He removed his fingers out of you and licked them clean. You watched in awe at the man in front of you as he stared straight at you cleaning his fingers with your slick.

“I hope you’re not done.” you said smirking at the man.

“Never, I just want to try something else,” Steven said back sweetly.

“Well, what is it then?” you asked as you sat up.

“I want you to sit on my face,” he said with lust in his eyes. You smiled as you sat up on your knees pulling Steven towards you. As he got closer you grabbed his jaw gently and kissed him. Kissing Steven was different than kissing Marc. Kissing Marc was forceful and hard, while Steven was gentle and longing.

You positioned Steven to lay down on his back and you on top of him. You were about to face the opposite way so you could suck him off like you usually do with Marc, but Steven stopped you. “I want to see your face,” he said gently. You smiled and nodded turning your front towards him.

You were hesitant to lower yourself onto Steven’s face, but it seemed like he read your mind because he ran his hands up your legs and thighs and pulled you down. His arms held onto your thighs as he penetrated your hole with his tongue. He ate you out like a man who has been deprived of food and water. His nose rubbed against your clit perfectly as he moaned into your vagina. One of your hands flew to his hair tugging his brow locks and the other held onto the headboard keeping you steady. His beautiful brown eyes stared directly at your face examining your reactions.

“Oh fuck Steven! I’m gonna come!” you yelled as a wave of shock ran through your body. Steven held on tight to your thighs moving his mouth up to your clit and sucking harder. He kept your body still lapping up all of your juices as you came.

You moved your body down and pulled him on top of you. You wrapped your arms around his neck as the two of you sensually made out. You were exhausted, but you wanted to make Steven feel good. You slowly lowered your hand down his abdomen but he stopped you.

“Next, time love. I know you’re exhausted,” he said gently.

“How do you always know what I’m thinking? Can you read minds, Steven?” you said smiling up at him.

“I suppose I can.” he chuckled laying on his back and pulling you close. “Or maybe I can hear your thoughts,” he added wiggling his eyebrows which made you laugh. He always loved hearing that sound. He hoped he could hear more in person.

“Well, I hope we can do this again so I can repay you,” you whispered, kissing his chest softly.

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You were peacefully asleep on top of Steven’s chest, arms wrapped tightly around his torso. “See Marc, that’s how you do it,” he said to his reflection in the mirror facing the bed.

“I gotta admit man, I guess you did a good job,” Marc whispered as he switched back with Steven and smiled while he looked down at your calm form.

A/N: So what did you think? Was it good? Should I do the previous night with Marc or a continuation of this with Steven?? lol lemme know what you thought! If you wanna be tagged in future moon knight or any other works just let me know! Feedback is very much appreciated! 

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^^please lemme know if you wanna be added/removed for future tags or dm me if I forgot you^^

[sasschijinx]

Day 7 - A free space drabble

Here's a snippet of something that has been rolling around in my head. It's set in the Evo-verse, which is probably my favorite 'verse to read but not one I've written in. I have a rough outline of the story in my head but I'm not sure what I'm doing with it. I guess we'll see 🤷🏻‍♀️

Rogue tossed her backpack over her shoulder as headed out of the auditorium classroom.

Her civil liberties class had ended early and she was done class for the day, and she was eager to get home and start on the copious amount of homework that had already started piling up.

She had just started her junior year at the local university, studying pre-law. It was ironic given her criminal past and brushes with the law, but she knew she could help make a difference for mutant rights in the courts and help those less fortunate. It really wasn't that different than what the X-Men did. Practicing law and defending the less fortunate were actually the perfect profession for a bleeding heart like her.

For years she had covered up and hidden behind a tough, untouchable Goth facade but that was only because she was literally untouchable. One swipe of a finger, an elbows, her lips, and thoughts, feelings, mannerisms, even mutant powers, were all downloaded into Rogue's brain. Over the past couple years, after sealing Apocalypse in the pyramid and saving the world, Rogue had slowly been working toward control over her powers.

It was slowly going at first but more recently she was making great progress. She was now able to make physical contact for up to 10 minutes before her absorption power kicked in.

She was nearing her Mini Cooper S, a high school graduation gift from Logan and the Professor, when she saw him. Remy LeBeau.

It had been 2 years, 3 months, and 10 days since she last saw the low-life swamp rat but she didn't think about him. Much.

At first she managed to convince herself that despite having found some common ground with the irritatingly handsome Cajun thief and one-time enemy, there was no way she was attracted him. He was a criminal. He had no scruples. And she definitely wasn't hypnotized by his devilish eyes. His dreamy red on black eyes, which threatened to burn her alive with their gaze.

Most of all, Rogue didn't believe in love at first sight. No matter how many of those harlequin novels she secretly read, sensible women do not just fall for the scoundrel. And one thing she highly valued about herself was her sensibility.

She stopped in front of him, ready to throw down.

"Not uh, no. Ah don't think so. You best move off my car, swamp rat, before Ah kick your ass. Ah got nothing to say ta ya."

He licked his lips, giving her a once over that ended with his gaze locking in on her bright green eyes that were no longer dulled down by thick black eyeliner. "Is dat any way t'treat an old friend, chere?"

"Friend?" she scoffed. "It's been two years! Two years since New Orleans. Haven't heard from ya since. Ain't such a great friend, huh?"

Even after two years, she had to admit, he still looked good. He was wearing his hair longer. A longish auburn shag that fell across his face. It was so much better than the stupid bowl cut. And gone was the goatee. Instead he was rocking all-over stubble. He was also wearing plain clothes, though he was still wearing a beat-up duster. This was the first time she'd seen him wearing something other than a uniform.

Rogue found she liked it. A lot. Then she immediately chastised herself for the errant thought.

He looked genuinely pained for a split second before masking his face. "Things have been... complicated down South. I'm sorry I couldn't look you up sooner. Truly, Rogue."

She wasn't buying his apology and was ready to dish out a sarcastic retort.

"Ahm SO sorry to hear that," she said in mock sympathy. "So, what can Ah do for my old friend Gambit? And hurry it up. Ah got a constitutional law exam to study for."

"Please, it's Remy," he said sincerely. "And law, chere? Dat's the subject of m' people."

He smirked and she rolled her eyes in disgust.

"It's true. We thieves are well acquainted with de many facets of U.S. and international law. Practically learned all de criminal law statutes along with our ABCs. If y' ever lookin' for a study buddy, I'd gladly offer m' services."

She sneered at his come-on and motioned for him to hurry up and start talking about the real reason he was here.

He took a breath. "I was hopin' y might consider putting in a good word with de X-Men for me."

Her mouth actually dropped. That's not at all what she thought he'd say. She looked at him blankly. "Ah'm sorry. What did ya just say?"

****

Gambit had been shadowing Rogue for weeks now. Getting to know her routine and rituals. Waiting until just the right moment to make himself known.

She seemed to have grown into herself. She walked with an air of confidence. Something the Goth teen hadn't had when he last saw her. In fact, she had ditched the Goth look altogether and seemed to be in favor of a more stripped-down natural look. Interesting.

Remy found it sexy as hell. He couldn't argue with her new look. Though the dark Goth style had never been his type, Rogue wore it well. And beyond even her good looks, there was something about her that drew him to her. Maybe it was the fact that her upbringing had paralleled his so closely that it innately felt like she was his kindred spirit. He felt connected to her in ways he couldn't describe or even begin to understand.

Not that he believed in that twin flame/soul mate nonsense. Not really.

Now that she ditched the makeup and apparently her flat iron, if her fluffy waves were any indication, Rogue was a knockout.

Even more curious was, although she still wore gloves, her outfits were noticeably less layered with more skin showing. In his shadowing of her, he hadn't seen her interact much with anyone other than brief conversations with classmates on campus and batistas at the local coffee shop she liked to study at. He hadn't dared follow her inside the Mansion's gates... yet. He wanted to lay low for as long as possible.

He looked up to see her huffing over to him. Dieu, she looks beautiful when she's riled up. He can't wait to talk to her, to verbally spar with her. He's been aching for it since he'd gotten back to town three weeks ago.

And for the last two years if he's being honest.

He glances down at his watch. She's right on time.

[ohayopoko]

Young Carla Jaeger Headcanons (NSFW)

Note: Y’all the next fanfic I’m working on includes Carla so I’m tryna get comfortable writing her lol

(Y’all plz listen to the song, It’s Carla’s Anthem!👏🏾👏🏾👏🏾)

-Carla was the original hot girl back in her day, couldn’t 👏🏻N O B O D Y 👏🏻 tell miss Carla a damn thang!

-She’s inked out with a black dragon tattoo on her thigh that reaches up her right ass cheek and ends at her calve.

-Carla also has a tattoo sleeve of colorful butterflies on her left arm

-Yes! Hot Girl has a tramp stamp and you already know it’s a 🍒, bitchhhh!😝

-Carla guzzles a mean dick, real definition of 🎶Throat Babyyy🎶

-Carla’s a passionate lover so you know she’s slurping them balls and licking the taint and the way she innocently looks up at ‘em with those sexy cat eyes will have that man ready to risk it all🤤

-Carla has a slick mouth and you know she’s gonna talk her shit right the fuck back 👏🏻🙅🏻‍♀️

-Of fucking course Carla was banging in her day, win or lose she was throwin’ dem bitches at any and everybody 🤙🏻💯

-Y’all think y’all finna jump on Carla? Guess what? Here come Kuchel fucking bitches up behind Carla🥳👊🏻

-Ain’t no “I don’t eat pussy,” with Carla cause when she sits back and opens her legs you better dive in the pussy like dolphins or simply drown, your choice 🤷🏻‍♀️

“Come suck this pussy like a paci,” Carla’s smirking as she pulls her legs back and rubs her beefy pussy real slow and sensual. “Promise it won’t bite.”

-Carla’s a classy gal, likes to give her pussy new hair-do’s every month. It could be landing strip this time and a heart next time- you never know with Carla💅🏻

-Hot girl likes to drive the boat, Henny, Tequila, Ciroc, Grey Goose it doesn’t matter Carla will fuckin drink it💃🏻

-Ends up in Grisha’s emergency room more than a few times due to her drinking

“Carla you only have one kidney left-“

“I’m here for a good time, not a long time now give me the fuckin pills. I’m already late for work,”

“Where you’re going to go drink again?! Carla?!”

“Listen, Grisha, I’m unfuckwitable, okay? I can’t be fucked with- now pills, bitch.”

-Kuchel is Carla’s BITCH there’s no where you’d see Kuchel and Carla wasn’t close behind 👩‍❤️‍💋‍👩🤞🏻💗

-Carla and Kuchel’s friendship dynamic is more like a little sister big sister dynamic since Kuchel’s a few years older

-Carla wasn’t popular but she had a good handful of friends she could count and it was always a movie when they got together

-All of her friends died young and Carla went to each and every funeral and a little piece of her died with each friend

-You know that one boy every girl would give the pussy to on a platter? For Carla that boy was Eren Kruger👅🥴

-That boy made her pussy hot every time she saw him and it didn’t matter that he was a toxic ex she couldn’t stop fucking with for the life of her🤦🏻‍♀️

-It was okay because Carla was a good looking bitch with a devilish pussy and Eren Kruger couldn’t stay away from her either😏

-Bitch you already know Carla busted that pussy open in the mall, the bar, the backseat of his car fuck, she’d bust the pussy open on the island of Waikiki if he told her to💁🏻‍♀️😜

-There was no such thing as gentle sex with Eren Kruger, it was fast, passionate and furious

-His favorite position was backshots with belt tied tight around her neck he yanked when he started drilling deep in Carla’s poor pussy💦😣

-That boy ripped her pussy open and sent her home to sew it up but Carla didn’t care cause she was in Eren’s business, in his face, on his dick the next day

-Carla never took Grisha seriously, always dubbing him whenever he tried to get on to her cause she didn’t have no time to be worrying abt his old ass

-Grisha’s determined and that’s the only reason she ever gave in (and he got money sooo👀)

-Y’all already know who she named her son after🤪