#my stuff ♡

[eternally-smitten]

When you go, just know that I'll remember you

I've lost my fear of falling

I will be with you, I will be with you

[subayume]

my nijigasaki picks ⋆ ࣪.

Rina , Kanata , Ayumu

[eternally-smutty]

Temptation

summary: Natalie confronts Paul after he isolated himself from her for so long and he apologizes in the best way he can

word count: ~2.3k

content: 18+, minors do not interact, blasphemy, priest kink, bloodplay, body worship, some praise, bareback, clothed sex, creampie, overstimulation

author's note: I've missed writing for Paul so much. I needed to write for my favorite vampire as spooky month approaches ♡

banner credit: cafekitsune

Paul found himself locked away in Saint Patrick's almost every night nowadays, praying and begging that some divine being would listen to him.

 Guide him.

 Help him with these changes. With these urges that threatened to control him. 

Most of the time, when he was hidden away all by himself, he could ignore these itches begging to be scratched and move on with his praying. But, sometimes, he felt that his luck and his God were both working against him when it came to Natalie. 

She knew about him. It wasn't possible to hide something so terrific and so terrifying from her. What she didn't know was how bad it got for him. How painful. Natalie understood why he hid away in the shadows now and why his small living space was locked up most days. She understood him being hesitant to be around others after such a change. But, with this information, she didn't understand why he was pushing her of all people away. Why couldn't she stay with him more often? Paul knew she wasn't frightened and that she wouldn't turn away from him. So why?

Despite his efforts, Natalie always sought him out. She felt he needed a kind face there to remind him that he wasn't alone. Tonight was no different. 

The old, heavy wooden doors slowly opened with a loud creak, "Paul…?" Her quiet voice echoed in the empty church. 

He was where he always was: kneeling before the altar with his old rosary wrapped tightly around his clenched fists. 

Paul abruptly stopped his hushed, nonsensical praying and turned to face her, "Come to find me again, I see."

"Well," She walked up to him, the sound of her footsteps filling the entire room, "I don't like that you force yourself to be isolated now. I miss seeing you, you know."

He gave her an apologetic smile, "I know, and I'm sorry. I just…This is important to me."

Natalie sat down on the stairs leading to the altar with a soft huff, "You do this every day – um, I mean night. You can't tear yourself away for just one moment to stay with me? To spend just a few minutes with me?"

"I…" He didn't know how to respond. He knew that she had been feeling desperately lonely ever since he started to distance himself from everyone, but especially her. Deep down, Paul knew she was right. 

He looked up at her with tired eyes and gave her a sad look. Due to his efforts to isolate himself away from her due to his terrible hunger pains, he forgot how much he loved just being in Natalie’s presence. It was almost as if she had a warmth around her that was so inviting.

He cleared his throat and stood up, dusting his pants off, “You’re right, I’m sorry. Please, let me apologize to you.”

“Paul, it’s okay. I’m just-”

“No,” He grabbed her hands and pulled her to her feet, “Let me show you that I’m sorry.”

He took her face in his hands and caressed her cheeks while looking longingly at her. His thumb traced her bottom lip before he carefully planted a kiss on it, a sense of relief washing over him as soon as they made contact. Oh, how he missed being so close to her. Of course, forcing himself to be away from her for so long didn’t allow his kisses to stay innocent for long. He started to kiss her more passionately, which Natalie happily accepted, and slowly pushed her backwards to lift her up on the altar. They clumsily walked up the steps and accidentally bumped into the table, making it rattle.

“Ow!” She yelped, breaking the kiss briefly. She winced a little at the pain and scrunched her nose. 

“Oh no,” Paul said worriedly, “What happened? Are you hurt?”

Natalie lifted up her hand to show him her palm,  “I hit the corner of the table a little too hard. These old tables have such sharp points.”

He took her hand in his to examine it. There was a small, bright red cut where she hit it. Beads of blood were forming near the opening and the skin around it became slightly swollen and pink. His heart panged as soon as he saw the blood, but not out of fear. It looked…No, that’s wrong. He shouldn’t feel this way about it, it's immoral. 

“I’m okay!” She chirped, “It just took me by surprise, that’s all! We don’t have to stop or anything.”

“I’m so sorry,” He whispered, bringing her palm to his lips, “I didn’t mean to shove you so hard.”

Natalie shook her head, “You really didn’t! It doesn’t hurt that bad. I’ll probably just need a bandaid for a bit.”

Paul mumbled a quiet “Mm hmm,” and tenderly kissed the inside of her hand. His eyes fluttered shut as he pressed her palm against his face and absentmindedly licked the little flecks of blood on his lips. Once it hit his tongue, his eyes shot open in shock but he didn’t pull her hand away. Instead, he kissed it even more, alternating between kissing and licking the blood off her hand.

“Paul…?” Natalie asked, surprised at his sudden change in demeanor. 

He ignored her confusion because his hunger was too great. She was too tempting for him to refuse. He couldn’t help it after depriving himself of such pleasures for so long. Paul knew that it was wrong to give in to such temptations in the house of the Lord but it felt too good to resist for any longer. As he lapped at her bleeding hand like a beaten and starving dog, he thought of his scriptures to look for any justification for his sins. He then thought of the Song of Solomon and how it encouraged such endeavors. It wasn’t a sin to worship such a beauty before him if God told him to in His scripture. Natalie was put on this world and given to him to worship and appreciate. Being with her and tasting her so intimately is his most holy communion, as he worshiped her body and paid reverence to her very being. 

“Oh, angel,” He sighed, forcing himself to pull away from her bleeding hand. Before she could respond, he sat on his knees before her and wrapped his hands around her thighs, “Please, I need your forgiveness. I've been away from you for too long, please, Natalie.”

Natalie’s face was bright red and her breathing was uneven. She looked down at Paul, who was panting with a strand of hair in his face. His trembling hands slowly moved into her dress and rested on her hips. His eyes were begging her to give him permission to remove her panties. Her short dress was bunched up around her thighs, completely exposing herself before the entire empty church before her. She swallowed thickly and nodded, opening her legs more to him. 

He hooked his fingers in the waistband of her panties, “Oh, thank you, my darling. Thank you, thank you,” He praised, peeling her underpants off and hastily discarding them. 

His hands gripped her thighs more tightly now and pulled her towards the edge of the table more so that he could get closer to her. Paul couldn’t help but freeze and stare at the sight before him. He felt Natalie tangle her fingers in his thick hair and tore his eyes away from her pussy to look at her.

He licked his lips and sighed contently, “Beautiful. Forgive me for not being able to contain myself." He didn’t wait for her to respond before peppering the inside of her thighs with kisses, trying his best to ignore the urge to bite into them, "Please also forgive me for not doing this sooner."

He caressed her calves and set her legs on his shoulders before allowing himself to finally taste her again. His tongue licked a slow, flat stripe upwards that made Natalie's breath hitch. He chuckled softly and pressed his tongue a little deeper inside of her and pulled her a little closer to him. Natalie gasped and cried out, pulling his hair a little while he pleasured her with his tongue. Paul gazed up at her through hooded eyes and whimpered into her, not caring to hide his neediness for her any longer. He wanted to talk and sing praises to her without having to move away from her so instead, he just mentally prayed and hoped that she knew just how much he adored her. How much he needed her. God, he was so desperate for her and her touch that he didn't know how he lived without it for so many years. His nails dug into her thighs and left little indents in the skin; almost as if he wanted to stop himself from relieving the erection that pressed against his jeans and made them feel tighter. 

No, this was about her. He needed this to be all about her. He needed to consume her, body and soul, blood and cum, he needed it all. Words alone could not describe just how much he ached for Natalie and he wished so badly that she knew just how intense it was. She was his salvation and reminder that there truly was a God because who else could create such an angelic being? Natalie was everything to him: his last feast, his guiding light, his altar to worship, the Mother Mary herself, the innocence he wanted to adore forever. His painful hunger could never compare to how much he craved her.  

Paul circled his skilled tongue around her clit and groaned. He felt like his entire body ached and cried out for her and only her. Natalie’s voice was hoarse from all the moans and praises she had been crying out as Paul worshiped her with his tongue. 

"Paul, oh, God!" She bit her lip in an attempt to make herself quiet but it was in vain, "If you keep that up, I'm gonna cum."

He whined at that and kept going, only a little faster now. He was excited to make her finish and feel amazing but he also never wanted to stop tasting her. He buried his tongue deep inside her and with one final lick, Natalie tensed up and her orgasm came. Her eyes squeezed so tight that she thought she saw stars and she could utter nothing but Paul's name. He eagerly cleaned up the mess she made and desperately licked up the last of her cum. Finally, he pulled away and looked at her with a pussy drunk gaze. 

He was panting and his lips were slick with her wetness, "God, I've never tasted anything sweeter in my life."

She was trying to catch her breath, "For what it's worth, I forgive you."

"You are too kind, my love," He stood up and struggled to remove his pants, "I'm not done repenting for my sins just yet, though."

Finally, he allowed himself to pull his pants down and touch himself. His cock was coated in precum and sensitive to the touch. He kissed her lovingly and she could taste her own cum on his lips. As they kissed, Paul positioned his cock and gently pressed himself inside of her. Natalie gasped and he took that as an invitation to slowly inch his tongue inside her mouth to deepen their kiss. Her pussy felt so sensitive as Paul started to thrust inside of her but it was welcomed. Her brain felt so fuzzy with all the pleasure he had given her that it was like it shut off. He started to pick up speed as he fucked her on the altar, the table she was sitting on squeaking and shaking with every thrust he made. As he fucked her, another orgasm slowly threatened to approach Natalie. She felt that familiar coil in her lower stomach. Her moans became more breathy and she held onto Paul's neck for dear life. 

"Oh, angel, are you going to cum again for me?" He asked between thrusts, "That's okay, please do. Please let me know that I'm doing my job right."

Natalie nodded and then clenched around him as another orgasm washed over her. This one made her feel more sensitive than the last and made her entire body feel hot and tingly. Paul sloppily thrusted inside of her a few more times before cumming inside of her. He pulled out of her and paused to take a breath. Natalie stayed seated on the table and reveled in that post sex glow. Paul's cum slowly oozed out of her and dripped onto the table and floor beneath her. To him, it almost looked like an offering to God. 

"Come here," He sighed, smiling at her, "How about I help clean you off?"

She sheepishly giggled, "You made quite the mess, didn't you?"

Paul wanted to tell her so many things. He wanted to tell her how he finally understood why Eve took the apple, how perfect she looked with his cum filling her up and leaking out of her, how she was an angel sent from Heaven to him. But all he could muster was, "I guess so."

Natalie yawned and slowly slid off the table, "You never needed my forgiveness, you know. All I wanted was for you to read with me or something."

"Oh? So I didn't need to do this little song and dance for you?"

"Well, I'm certainly not complaining!"

They went back and forth like that while they cleaned up. They did their best to make Saint Patrick's look as if no one had touched it for several hours. The entire time, though, that hunger plagued Paul again. He eyed her neck carefully and wanted nothing more than to pleasure her again and sink his teeth into it. He decided against it for now but doubted that he would be able to resist her temptation for much longer. 

[teardoll]

i was just a baby...

[erenthology]

Assertive

Rugby boyfriend!Eren x fem!reader

collage au, possessive but in an infatuated boyfriend type of way. Size differences are mentioned. No matter your size, Eren is bigger than you. (Note: going to be more active now that Aot is ending. Feel free to send requests ♡)

I don’t mind if you’re ignoring me, cuz I’m ignoring you. “ he watches you bounce around the room in your thin, white nightdress. 

You continue looking for your phone, ignoring him. There’s no way you haven’t searched every inch of his dorm room by now, so you finally look at him. He’s laying on the bed shirtless, hands behind his neck, looking at you innocently. That f’ckin bastard.

“Do you have my phone, Eren?”

He flashes his teeth, “ugh, baby, you have no idea how nice it is to hear your voice again. C’mere.” he pats his lap.

You sternly put your hand on top of your hip, arching it to the side, giving Eren the perfect view. “Do you have it or not?” He doesn’t even try to hide his smirk.

”Do I? I'm not sure. You should come over and look,” stretching his arms out in an inviting pose.

Earlier, Eren’s roommate, Floch, made a joke about how he can hear when you and Eren are having sex. When you told Eren, he rushed out of the room and ordered Floch to apologize. Completely scolding him like a dad. You felt embarrassed since you didn’t want his friends to think you can’t take a joke.

You know he’s just going to grab and pull you towards him, so instead, you start walking towards the door. Eren tenses immediately and rushes towards you,

‘’Hey, hey” he grabs your hand. ”where do you think you’re going?’’ he questions with furrowed eyebrows.

‘’To ask if the guys have they’ve seen it?’’ 

His eyes flash red for a second. To have his friends see the outline of your nipples through that thin fabric of your so called pajamas? He looks you up and down, nope, not happening. You should be wearing his t-shirts to bed anyway.

 ‘’Not like that, you’re not,’’ he gives you an ‘’end of discussion’’ look, but you huff and turn anyway. Not that you get far at all, he has you slung over his shoulders before you’ve even fully turned.

The con of having a rugby player as a boyfriend is that he throws you around a lot without so much as breaking a sweat. When you’re mad at him, he has this irritating habit of lifting you off the ground and cuddling you until you’ve cooled down. Claiming it “breaks his heart watching you walk away angry.”

He walks towards the bed, ignoring your fists punching at his back. “You’re such a brat sometimes.” He doesn't mind at all though, Eren has the patience of a saint when it comes to his girl, he enjoys being the one to set you straight.

He carefully lies you down on his bed, positions himself on top and grins, ‘’gotcha,’’ then smacks a kiss on your cheek. ‘’You’re annoying.” you pinch his ear in retaliation.

“Ow, hey, you know you’re stronger than you look.” he scratches his reddened ear. ‘’I'm being deadass, baby, you could go pro in armwrestling or some shit.’’ You burst out laughing over how dramatic he’s being and his eyes lit up from the sound. Your smile always captivates him.

Feeling yourself being stared at, you grin cheekily, unable to hide your smile “weirdo, stop staring,’’ brushing your fingers against his stubble. His eyes follow the movement of your hand and begin tracing the shape of your figure when all of a sudden he starts attacking you in tickles.

You’re both advancing on each other playfully, laughing hysterically. In an attempt to roll out of his reach, Eren quickly reacts by by grabbing your hands and pins them above your head. The laughter is quickly replaced with heavy pants as you stare at him naively, your chest rising up and down.

Snapping out of his thoughts, he lets go of his grip and rests his head on your chest, “you know, it doesn’t matter if you’re mad. I don’t want you to feel uncomfortable staying here.’’ he gently admits, then lifts his head,

‘’plus, I’m the only one who has a say about you in bed.” he wiggles his eyebrows.

“Gross,’’ you push his chest, apparently amusing him by the look on his face. ‘‘but it’s fine, really. I just wanted to ignore the situation, but I guess he should learn that not everything needs to be said.’’ At this, he grins and takes ahold of your chin,

‘’that’s a good girl.’’

You ignore the heat rising in your face and smack his hand away when you suddenly remember, ‘’speaking off, where is my phone? You know I need to do my nightly routine check.’’

He knows. It’s the reason he slipped it under his pillow the moment you started throwing a fit. It’s nice having the most predictable girl on the planet. ‘’You can do it later, let a man enjoy his girl for a moment. You can be mad at me after.’’

‘’I'm not mad at you’’ you look genuinely offended, causing him to snicker. “Besides, I kinda liked the whole sexy, scolding dad thing you had going on. It was kinda turning me on,” you admit, looking straight into his eyes.

His hands on your hips stiffen instantly and his whole demeanor changes. “Don’t even joke, [name] I will put a baby in you right this second,” large hands grab your ass and starts grinding your body against his.  

You attempt to leave but he drags you right back, looking at you confused. Looking down, you purr, “I really need to do my routine check,” sticking out your lower lip for extra effect.

You love to rile him up and have him mock you for being greedy and bratty. His face gets closer to yours with his eyebrows all furrowed.

“Did you just pout at me?”

“Nuh uh,” you lie and tease your hand against his belt, Eren’s eyes follow your movements then trace back up to your face, where you’re innocently meeting his eyes.

He grabs a fistful of your hair and looks down at your hand playing against his bulge. ‘’You wanna get fucked?’’ he spits with disgust, or admiration. It’s hard to tell with him.

“Know you enjoy keeping me on edge, acting all innocent when we both know,” He tucks a strand of hair behind your ear, eyes lingering just a second too long on your lips. Thoughts on ways to tame you running wild in his head.

‘’Telling me it turned you on when I was commanding,’’ he shakes his head as if disappointed.‘’It's good I’m here to keep you in line. A girl like you needs that.’’

You feel the imprint of him on your stomach as his hips press you down on the bed, leaving you no space to leave. You try your best to keep your voice steady. “Just wanna make you happy,’ you breathe out. He almost laughs. 

“You know what would make me happy?‘’ Eren stands and lifts you up with him.

‘’you with my cock in your mouth.” You almost go limp in his arms from how lewd he's being. 

Giving you an expectant look, he nudges your nose with his, “are you waiting for something? get to work.” he guides you down on your knees towards his crotch. The carnal look in his eyes makes you fumble a bit with his belt, but Eren is patient. Sometimes you suspect he enjoys seeing you nervous to perform for him.

Pressing a kiss on the tip, he returns his gratitude by patting your hair in a domineering act, “make me proud.’’ he smiles, in which you relish. Keeping eye contact, you swirl your tongue around his shaft before hollowing your cheeks and start working your way down. You can’t help but gag at his size, no matter how often you blow him. 

It’s been quiet for some time now and you’re growing impatient with the lack of praise. You decide to look up at him through the tears in your eyes and catch him smiling down at you. The scene feels so filthy you can’t help but slyly drag your fingers over your panties to relieve some of the pressure, secretly humping your hips against your hand to the sound of his pants. 

He just nearly cums in your mouth when he notices what you’re up to. Shamelessly playing with yourself, mouth filled with cock, you look straight out of Eren’s nastiest fantasies, it was perfect.

He bends down and pulls your hand out from under your nightdress, “Not yet, need you to be a good girl for me.’’ Then he does the hottest thing all night, he leans down to give it a kiss. You love him. He makes you feel like a princess getting fucked by her knight.

Feeling enthusiastic again, you eagerly reach for him to continue where you left off, but are stopped yet again. Whining, you wait for him any sort of command, just to do something, anything! but he looks so unaffected it’s making you wail even louder.

 “stop whining, you don’t deserve to suck my dick.” Despite the warning, you almost do it again but stop yourself when you notice the glare you’re given. “But I really needa feel you, Eren. It hurts down there.” you were so wet it felt like you were about to explode from the lack of release. 

He's only a man after all, even he has his limits when you wail pathetically about how wet your pussy is. Now he needs to have a look. He pulls you up by your torso, ‘’does sucking me off make you wet?’’ You nod and visibly see his ego lit up.  

A thin sheen of sweat connects your bodies as he effortlessly carries you over to his bed. You take advantage of your flexibility and spread your legs as far apart as you can once he lays you down, earning a groan out of him.

He doesn't hesitate a moment further to push his face in there and peek under your dress. “such a pretty cunt, princess. no idea how often I jerk off thinking about it, about this,” kissing through your soaked panties. Your hips jerk upwards at his erotic words, desperate for friction.

“Eren, please”

He pushes your panties to the side but keeps them on. It’s like he’s so needy for you he can’t be bothered to take off either of your clothes properly, but patient enough to check out every inch of you as if seeing you like this for the first time.

Eren’s broad body consumes your smaller frame as you lie beneath him. You love this feeling, him shielding your body from anyone and anything but himself. 

 His ring covered fingers play softly with your bud, observing your reactions before lining himself against you, causing goosebumps to erupt all over your skin. The sight of Eren being almost abnormally endeavored by your pussy as he spits on his hand and pumps his cock, increases the heat pooling in your abdomen. 

You lie still, enjoying the sensation of him rubbing and tapping himself against you. His eyes are fixated entirely on your cunt and you enjoy every bit of the attention. Not to say you’re not curious about what goes on in his mind when he’s focused and quiet like this. Like your body is art and he is studying and memorizing every part of it.

Once satisfied, he pushes through the tight hindrance and sucks in a breathe, “oh, fuck.” and finally looks up at you. His heart stops a beat when he’s reminded of how beautiful you are. The urge to hide you away from anyone's eyes but his, hits him strong but he bites it back.

Time slows for a moment as you both take each other in through half lidded eyes, and for some reason, your vision has never been as clear. His fingers thread through yours as he leans in for a kiss. When he pulls away, your eyes are still closed. Eren grins and places one last kiss on your forehead before thrusting his way in. 

He’s fucking you with his hips, hard. Hands pressing down your pelvic, holding you still for him to ram into. The strap of your nightdress has slightly fallen down your shoulders, so he pushes the fabric that’s hiding you from him down further, and exposes your breasts. The moan he lets out from the sight is pure filth. 

‘’Touch yourself.’’ he demanded, pupils dilated. With glazed over eyes, you comply and start playing with yourself, twisting and grazing your nipples. The act drives him to lift your hips to reach deeper into you,’’really thought i’d let you walk out of my room looking like this.’’ he grows almost annoyed at the thought. 

Tenderly cupping his cheek, he almost flinches from how lovingly you’re looking at him, “You’re all I want, Eren.’’ and he almost melts. When you say things like that it makes him want to keep you to himself even more, resting his forehead against yours, he looks at you with almost a pained expression. ‘’that’s good, because i'm a selfish man.’’

 With your legs lifted around his waist and upper body sprawled on the bed, you’re essentially at his mercy as he connects your bodies in repeated thrusts. Again, again and again, the sound of him pushing into you echoes in the room. 

He fucks like a deprived man and speaks like a man in love. “Does it feel good, princess?’’ You nod with lovestruck eyes. ‘’Yeah? taking me so well. making me so proud.’’ The pressure feels too intense, about to snap.

He’s stretching you on his cock and looking straight into your eyes as he's doing it. Your body dissolves into pleasure as you writhe beneath him.

Your body starts squirming uncontrollably, causing him to grip your hips ever tighter, overpowering you in strength. You let out a loud sob and rake your nails on his back when your vision suddenly fades to black. He stares at you, astonished.

He raises an eyebrow, “did you just cum?” the thusting has stopped completely now but you felt his dick twitch inside you as he asked. “Tried to hold it in for you,” you stare back apologetically, eyes still sprinkled with lust. Best part is, he knows you didn’t. And you know it too. 

“Turn around,” he orders. You obey and slump towards the bed with your back against him, hiding your face in the pillows. “Don’t act all shy with me now, let’s see your face,” he leaves no room for discussion, so you slowly turn your head and face him. He looks so big staring down at you from your vulnerable position. “That’s a good, good girl.” 

Next thing you know, your cheeks are being spread and played with. Still high on ecstasy from the orgasm you just had, the energy to perform is nonexistent, so he does the job for you.

Huge hands angle your limp body upwards, then press down your back to create a beautiful arch, only for his eyes to admire. He sinks back inside and buries his cock in your warmth.

It’s hard maintaining eye contact with him when he’s like this, it feels so shameless, almost taboo, still, you can’t look away. He’s pounding into you, pulling your hips hard against him.

“This is what you’re making me do, looking at me like that. No one else will ever be able to see you like this,” he occupies his thumb by rubbing it over your clit. The contact is so delicate but rapid nonetheless.

You nod agreeably, barely able to register his words. “Are you close, Eren?’’

“Yeah,” his hands pressed down tightly on your lower abdomen, the scream you let out is almost inhumane. ‘’yes, yes.” you’re grinding back against him in heated motions, shockwaves of heat pumping through your body.

He snaps his pelvic against your ass and feels you sucking him right back in.  He thinks back to what you said before about him as a dad and his eyes roll back. The thought of you carrying his child inside you makes him come undone.

“Ugh, fuck.” He comes audibly high etc, covering you in his cum. You expect him to catch his breath but he smoothly regains his composure and pushes you on your back, his thumb finding its way right back to your clit, barely even getting started before leading you to your second orgasm.

You scream in pleasure as he cups your face, lips brushing against your ear. “That's it, princess, you did so well for daddy. made me so proud.” he praises as he pushes your hair out of your face. 

The lack of response makes him laugh, realizing he’d fucked you to sleep, litterally. chuckling, he grabs a warm cloth and cleans you up to his best effort.

You’re usually sleepy right after sex so this is a regular routine for you both. He smacks a kiss on the top of your head and covers you with his comforter then goes for a shower.

Once he’s done, he carries you up bridal style to the bathroom. “Wake up, sleepy.” he’s back to his sweet self. You grunt in response. “C’mon, you need to pee.’’ It’s true, so you comply and he leaves you to it. 

This is a conversation you’ve both had before, he feels no need to leave when you do your business but you’ve kicked him out enough times so he knows the drill by now. Eren changes the bedsheets while you clean up.

When finished, you walk back to the bed and he opens his arm for you to rest on, your phone lying beside him. You jump at the invitation and he hugs you towards him, ‘’what do you feel like eating?’’ he’s playing with your hair as you lie comfortably on his arm. 

“Not hungry.’’ you murmur.

Eren fights the urge to sigh. “Sorry, not up for debate.’’ He saves himself the trouble and orders for you both, knowing you’ll feel hungry once you see him eat.

When the food arrives, you end up wanting exactly what Eren ordered for himself.

‘’You’re a big baby.’’ he sulks and rolls his eyes, but feeds you nonetheless. You don’t miss the look on his face as you take a bite from his hand. One thing about Eren? he can and will fuck multiple times a day if you let him.

‘’down, boy. i’m not tryna have my guts rearranged after eating food.’’

He grins, ‘’I didn’t say anything’.’ knowing he’ll do exactly that when you’re done eating.

[spotaus]

On God, a fully rendered piece??? I don't do those...

Anywho, Shattered!Dream anyone? I know nothing of his Canon vibes, I just love drawing him 🙏

Here's a close-up of his face! I used a huge canvas because I knew I wanted to make him kinda High Quality. I'm also using a different nose-style here?

[b1mbodoll]

pairings: yang jungwon x f! reader

warnings: hybrids + barbed cock + noncon + babytrapping + creampies + breeding + cervix fucking + pregnancy + biting

kitty hybrid! jungwon is so clingy :( he cant help it, needs to be around you all the time n mewls when you deny his cock attention.

when he smells you ovulating he bides his time til you finally fall asleep n slips his dick inside your wet cunt. his barbed cock hurts so good n it wakes you up.

“wonie? what are you —ah — doing?” your kittyboy drops his head on your shoulder n sighs, “please let me fuck you.”

you try to find the nerve to make him stop but you can’t, not when it feels so good. “mkay wonie but you have to pull out.”

he whines in response, “‘m serious! don’t cum inside.” jungwon doesnt reply and you think it’s cus he’s so fucked out n just let him continue his movements.

he’s so close and can’t resist cumming inside, sinks his teeth deep in your neck n it makes you go limp, unable to push him away and the feeling of his load shooting directly into your womb combined with the pain from his bite makes your pussy clench n it’s not long before you reach your own orgasm.

“feels so good, wanna cum in you again,” he purrs, “will let me fill you up, sweetheart? wanna get you pregnant”

you’re too cockdrunk to focus on his words and he takes advantage of your failure to reply. “shouldn’t have even asked ‘s not like i was gonna stop if you said no, baby.”

you can hear the smirk on his face as he continues to plow into you, cockhead kissing your cervix with each thrust. his only mission is to breed you properly n knock you up <3

[flowerflowerflo]

yes i talk to myself in the mornings yes i am my own best friend yes i am the prettiest princess in the world what abt it <3

[cirrus-grey]

Maybe he wasn't. But-

maybe

Jon

was.

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[eternally-smitten]

Love you to death!

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[eternally-smutty]

Forget Him

summary: Ignacio shows Natalie exactly how she is the only thing in his world to make her forget her disappointing dates.

word count: ~1.8k

content: 18+, minors do not interact, nipple play, praise kink, face sitting, edging, masturbation, spanking, creampie

author's note: I couldn't help myself. I had to write a continuation of this fic here!

banner credit: cafekitsune

“Hey, do you want to come back to my place after this?”

“I would like that very much.”

Those two sentences were enough for Natalie and Ignacio. They were enough for them to skip their dinner and ask for the bill when all they got were two drinks. They were enough for Ignacio to go over the speed limit to rush back to Natalie’s apartment. They were enough to have him latch onto her neck before they even got inside her home. 

“Ignacio…” She panted, fumbling with her keys, “You’re distracting me.”

He chuckled and placed his hands on her hips, still smothering her neck in kisses, “Can’t help it.”

Natalie was finally able to force her key in the lock to let them in, both of them rushing inside as soon as they heard the lock click. She didn’t even get a chance to lock it before Ignacio was on her again, pushing her into her tiny kitchen. His hands gripped her thighs and lifted her up on the counter. She let out a small yelp at the suddenness of his actions but she wasn’t opposed to it. He returned to her neck and hiked up her skirt to fondle her thighs. He muttered sweet nothings against her neck, both in English and in Spanish. Whatever he said drove Natalie wild and made her breathing more uneven as he continued to tease her. Her hands cradled his neck and her fingers wrapped around the gold chain he wore. The metal was cold against her fingers and it was a welcomed sensation with how hot her body was. Ignacio’s hands slithered to her inner thigh, inching closer to her sheer panties that were begging to be ripped off. He was just about to, but something suddenly stopped him. Natalie whined impatiently and was about to ask what the matter was, but he interrupted her by passionately kissing her. He flicked his tongue against her lip before gently pressing it inside of her mouth to deepen their kiss. The kitchen was full of their soft breathing and moans as they made out, their hands exploring every inch of each other’s body that they could reach. 

Ignacio pulled away and leaned in close to her ear, “If we’re gonna do this, we’re gonna do it right.” He bit her earlobe and then looked at her for approval, breathing heavily.

Natalie nodded enthusiastically, missing his touch already. Her cheeks were bright red and her chest was rising and falling with every rapid breath, “Please.” She begged. 

He chuckled at her desperation and lifted her off the counter, “Lead me to your bedroom.”

She took him by the hand and dragged him to her tiny bedroom, cringing at how she left it a mess that morning. She turned to apologize but Ignacio pounced on her, smothering her face and neck in kisses again. He tangled one hand in her hair while the other traveled down her back to undo the zipper that was keeping her dress on. With Natalie’s help, he slid her dress off and discarded it in the corner of her room. He paused for a few seconds to take her in, eyeing how she had nothing but tiny black lace panties on.

He licked his lips and whispered, “Aren’t you a pretty little thing?” Before pushing her on her back and crawling on top of her. She sunk into her plush mattress and started to undo the buttons on his patterned shirt. He sat up straight, unbuttoning the buttons himself to save time but not before he guided her hand to his clothed cock. His erection was pressing against his jeans and left a visible bulge. Ignacio left her hand on it and turned back to throwing his shirt off, moaning softly as Natalie massaged his cock. He finally got his shirt off and then turned to his pants, struggling a little to get them off while on top of her at the same time.

“Me vuelva loco,”  He whispered, eventually able to peel his pants off and leaving only his boxers, “Oh, I can’t get enough of you.”

“Let me suck your cock.” She pleaded, “Please, I wanna feel you on my tongue.”

He shushed her and left a trail of kisses from her neck to her chest, “Just let me focus on you, okay?”

Ignacio flicked one of her nipples with his tongue and gently pinched the other one between his thumb and pointer, smiling against her as she writhed at his touch. He alternated between both of her nipples and made sure to give them an equal amount of attention. It was almost enough to send Natalie over the edge with a familiar knot coiling in her lower stomach. But, they weren’t done just yet. He moved away from her tits, giving them both one last squeeze before sitting up again.

“Ignacio…” She breathed out, his name feeling like a prayer to her.

He smiled and cradled her face, rubbing her cheek with his thumb, “I’m going to make you forget all about that silly little boy. You’re going to feel so good, you’ll be saying ‘Jimmy who?’ after I’m done with you.”

She smiled back, “Jimmy who?”

“That’s it, good girl,” He praised, laughing a little, “Now, trade spots with me.” Natalie crawled off her bed to make room for Ignacio, who took her spot and laid on his back. He peered at her with his big, brown eyes, “Take those silly things off, dulce niña.” 

She did as she was told and slipped out of her panties and Ignacio did the same. Both of them stared at each other’s naked bodies for the first time ever, amazed they got this far so quickly. Natalie was speechless, “...Wow.”

He smirked at her and beckoned her over, “Come here, pretty girl.”

She got back on her bed and straddled him, expecting that he wanted to fuck her. But, he beckoned her to move closer to him and grabbed her thighs to pull her towards him. Her slick pussy was right above his face, teasing him. Ignacio gently pushed her on top of him, licking one quick stripe up her wetness. Natalie gasped at the unexpected sensation but relaxed on top of him, allowing him to go deeper. Her eyes squeezed shut and her mouth hangs open a little while he fucked her with his tongue. His strong hands groped and fondled her ass, spanking one cheek from time to time. His tongue circled around her clit which caused her to grind against his face for more friction, earning a throaty groan from him. He couldn’t wait any longer and started to stroke himself while he ate Natalie out. He moaned against her sex, which made the whole thing feel even better for her. Her moans got louder and her grinding got more erratic, getting closer to her orgasm. Ignacio could tell and gave her one last slow lick before lifting her up. 

“I was just about to-”

“I know, I know.” He shushed her, “But, I want to look at you while you cum.” He grabbed her hips and gently pushed her off him. His hands found her cheeks once again and he kissed her lovingly. Natalie could taste her wetness against his lips and she wrapped her arms around his neck, wanting to be closer to him. Ignacio got off her bed and stood over her, stroking his cock a bit to the sight of her. She got the hint and sat herself at the edge of her bed and waited for his next move. He laid her on her back and took one of her legs and placed it over his shoulder.

“Are you ready?” He asked her, placing his hands on her hips.

“Please,” She nodded, wanting it more than she’s ever wanted anything before.

Ignacio placed himself before her and said, “Okay,” Before slowly pressing himself inside of her. His pace was agonizingly slow and he wanted to savor every second he had with her in this moment. 

Natalie whimpered and tried to grind herself against him, “Please, Ignacio, fuck me.”

“Hold on,” He whispered, “I just want to enjoy this.” Then, he did as she wanted and started to pick up speed. His gentle touch quickly became rough as he fucked her, their position allowing him to thrust deep inside. She cried out at this feeling, a little out of pain but mostly out of pleasure. She loved this. She loved him. In her head, she was thanking whatever God was listening for giving her such a lousy disappointment before so that she could have him instead. 

“I-Ignacio-!” Natalie’s moans interrupted her own sentence. She couldn’t say a complete one without her little noises stopping her in the middle.

He took one of his thumbs and rubbed her clit as he thrusted deep inside of her, “Oh, I know, pretty baby. You’re doing so good. You feel so good around me, you know that?” He praised, paying attention to her pleasure more than his.

Her orgasm was approaching fast, “I love you,” She blurted out. Her mind was too fuzzy and cock drunk to think straight.

“I love you too, mi alma. You’re so perfect.” Ignacio grabbed her cheeks and made her look at him, “Look at me as you cum, okay? Do as I say.”

It didn’t take much more to send her over the edge. She and Ignacio maintained eye contact as she came on his cock. Natalie yelped and tried to close her eyes, but he wouldn’t let her. He kept turning her face towards him so he could watch her face as her orgasm hit her. Her body melted against his when she finished and her face was flushed and sweaty.

He smiled at her, not stopping his pace, “Good girl, you did so well. You’re doing perfectly, my sweet girl.” Ignacio wasn’t too far behind her and he knew he was about to cum soon, too. With her one free leg, Natalie wrapped it around his waist. He quietly grunted, “If you do that, I’m gonna-!” He couldn’t finish his sentence in time because his orgasm was quicker. He came inside of her, and he came a lot. It slowly oozed out of her and he was quick to fuck it back inside. It felt warm inside Natalie and it felt good. She didn’t even care that it was risky. 

“I love you,” She said again with a clearer head.

Ignacio slipped out of her and pressed his lips to her forehead, “I love you, too. You were amazing. I’ve fantasized about this for so long, you don’t even know.” He admired her for a few seconds before coming to his senses, “Let me help you clean up, okay?”

The rest of the night was spent with him showering her in praise and them cleaning each other off. As they laid naked together under her sheets with his arm wrapped snugly around her waist, she thought about what he had said earlier. Ignacio was right, he made her forget all about her little lawyer. 

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[bucksangel]

It's mortifying to be the one who remembers - Ryan O'Connell

[roselise]

ʚ 🎀 ɞ ⊹ . ˚ * . Hello, sweet friends ! ♡

It has been a while since I shared an outfit so I thought I might as well put this one up here ♡

(Some might have seen this on my other blog? Well I will put this up here anyway for those who did not! It is still a very nice outfit after all)

I know it is a bit simple, but the ribbon and tights make it special ! This was an outfit for going to the bookstore, but it is nice for school and lots of other places, too c:

What about everyone else? Was sort of places have you been going ??

I am sorry I have been so quiet and have not replied to things yet! I will do so when I feel better, and truly I hope no one feels ignored ♡

Seeing everyone’s kindness during this time has really warmed my heart though — so thank you *so* much!

It means much to me, and I am giving all that love back times a *billion* in return ♡

Sending soft hugs & sweet thoughts to all my friends! I pray that everyone has a blessed day, and takes care ~ !

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