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jujutsukatsuki · 9 days
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{To elaborate on my idea from yesterday about drug dealer Adam, here’s a little thing I started, lmk what yall think heheh. Also since Adam doesn’t have a last name, I used Alex’s, his VA’s}
Deep breath in, deep breath out, repeat. That’s what you told yourself as you felt cold metal touching your skin. Of course your useless boyfriend got you into this situation but wasn’t here to get you out. You closed your eyes and waited for the sound of the trigger pulling.
Let’s go back to when you met him. The man who ruined and made your life better. Adam Brightman. He was charming, crude, silver tongued. Everyone wanted him. The way he would pull his sunglasses down and eye someone up and down before pushing them back up and giving a charming grin.
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jujutsukatsuki · 9 days
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Hello? Wanted to make sure you were taking care of yourself!
- ❣️🪽
Hi babes!!
I am!! I’m doing a lot better than I have been in the last year or two! Life is still a struggle but I mean whose life isn’t!
I’ve been doing a lot better and I’ve been hanging out with my boyfriend and I’m just writing fanfic as a hobby now rather then feel like it’s a chore
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jujutsukatsuki · 9 days
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I don’t understand why you bother writing stuff like your My Happy Ending fic. It’s without substance and not worth the read
don’t tag things as Bakugo x reader if it doesn’t have any actual romance
Hey lil buddy,
Awww it’s okay that you don’t understand what angst means, I won’t make anyone point and laugh at the stupidity of this ask.
Go get your juice box and sit down honey Xx.
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jujutsukatsuki · 9 days
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Haha imagine sinner adam in a modern world whose still alive and he’s just a drug dealer and drives flashy cars and throws hella parties and idk anyways
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jujutsukatsuki · 11 days
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Send me requests I’m bored <3
For Adam, Lucifer, Alastor, anyone at this point
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jujutsukatsuki · 21 days
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Pretty Baby || Alastor x Reader || 18+
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I got a request for Alastor with a Female Reader with a praise kink so here i am to abide! I do not support Viv or their actions! || includes: praise kink so MDI!, Fem bodied reader ||
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You sat on the couch in the lobby, a book in hand as you snuggled up in a blanket, Alastor had wandered off to god know's where while you were at the hotel listening to Husk and Angel debate something they saw on tv. The door to the hotel opened and in walked your tall dark and creepy beloved. He walked over and gently used his cane to lift your head, the cold steel made your skin shiver as your eyes met his red ones. "Hello my love, what have you done all day?" You smile as he questions you. "Just read and listen to everyone." You hummed as you stood up and looked up to Alastor's face, his gorgeous grin on his lips. "Good girl. Lets take a walk, go get your coat my love." You shivered at his praise, his smirk got a bit more sinister as he noticed. You dashed up the stairs to change, you put on a dress that resembled something women in Alastor's time when he was alive would wear along with a jacket to go over it. Not like you needed one, hell was hot. "There is my pretty baby." Alastor smiled as he offered his arm to you, you took it as you left out the front door of the hotel. A cold shiver ran up your spine at his words.
"Where are we going Ali?" The nickname was silly, but Alastor loved it. "You'll see my love." He hummed as the two of you walked the streets of hell, demons cowering away from Alastor's presence. Soon enough you noticed the sign that read Cannibal Town. "Aunt Rosies?" You asked Alastor who nodded and walked with you into the shop.
"Alastor you old dog!, and the beautiful Y/n! Still look delicious, sure you dont want to give me a taste? Oh im joking!" Rosie giggled as you let out a small awkward laugh and looked to Alastor who brushed it off. "Darling, why don't you go find a new perfume you like." Alastor smiled and let you walk away. You kept glancing at Rosie and Alastor who passed him a box of sorts. You walked back over to where the two sat. "Alright darling, time to go!" Alastor said as he shoved the box in his pocket. "Oh uh-" You didnt have time to say anything as you were whisked out the door by him. The walk home seemed quiet and longer, once at the hotel, you were taken upstairs to the bedroom you two shared. "Alastor, what-"
The box was pulled from his pocket and he opened it, inside was a necklace that held a small pendent of an A. "Oh Alastor!" You cooed as he clipped the necklace to your neck, his fingers lingering on your skin. "Youre always such a good girl, i figured you were owed a present for all your understanding of my deals and being gone often." You let out a small gasp at his words, his hand still on the back of your neck. He spins you around and grabs your chin. "Good girl." He whispers, letting the radio filter leave his voice. "Alastor.." You mumble and squeeze your thighs together, he was playing a dangerous game. He may be the powerful radio demon with hundreds of souls under his belt, but you. You were the one who was starving for his affection and wouldnt stop until you were satisfied. "What darling? I cant help it. Youre my pretty girl." He guides you to your knees, his red eys staring to your own. "Such a good girl." He pets your hair, his fingers running through your hair. "Now, keep being my pretty, perfect girl and open that pretty mouth of yours." He grinned, it was going to be a very, very long night.
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jujutsukatsuki · 21 days
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i’ve been waiting to see someone write thissss! (i think ur taking requests??)
the scene when alastor threatens husk!
the idea is reader (gn!) is there to comfort husk but he brushes them off, kinda like a hurt/comfort thing!
Okay I'm a little rusty but i got this! i wanted to do this as a Alastor x Reader but Reader is friends with Husker! I would like to add that I DO NOT SUPPORT VIV OR THEIR ACTIONS!
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"This whole hotel will be full of demons wanting to check out into Heaven..." Charlie rambles on to her estranged father Lucifer, Vaggie follows on the other side of the short demon king and the princess of Hell. You followed behind them with Alastor, tall dark and creepy as he had been described by Mimzy moments before the group walked down the hallway.
"Hey Boss... can i have a word?" Alastor turns his head before his body, you hate when he does that, the sickling crack his neck makes. You turn to face the gambling demon cat, also known as your best friend in the hotel. You loved Husk, he was everything to you. "what is it?" Alastor's sickling smile never faulters, you're convinced he'd never drop the smile for people who weren't you. He was always sweet on you, even if on the outside it didn't look like he was. "You and i both know Mimzy only shows up when she needs somethin'. That bitch is trouble and who knows what kinda demon she fucked with to come running to you this time?" Alastor smirks and leans in towards the furball, you chew your lip, ready to jump between the two something you've done a few times before. "Its nothing i cant handle, don't worry Husker!" Alastor turns, arms crossed behind his back with his cane in hand, you look between Husk and Alastor. Husk looks angry that Alastor isn't listening. Husk looks to you and gives you an almost pleading look. If anyone could reason with the radio demon, it would be you. "Who in their right mind would cross me?" Alastor lets out a small hum as he starts to walk away. "I mean... you've been gone a while and its not like anybody knows why." "They don't need to know, and don't you worry your fuzzy head about it!" Alastor turns and pets husk on the head, something he absolutely hates. Husk lets out a loud growl as him and Alastor are nose to nose. The next few moments are a blur to you once husk mentions Alastor's metaphorical leash. The lights flicker, the room glitches with Alastor's power, your skin runs cold and you see the green leash snap around Husk's neck as he's thrown to the floor. "enough!" You yell, your hair standing on edge, eyes staring daggers into Alastor, your eye twitches with annoyance as you grab Alastor's arm and rip him away from Husk. "Now now sweet-" Alastor tries to calm you down, husk is shaking on the floor from the encounter. "No! This is enough Alastor, go find Charlie and Lucifer. Now!" You snap and point to where the group had gone. You never snapped at him, never even raised your voice. But right now, there was smoke coming out of your ears with how upset you were. Angry tears threatening to spill as you hold your stance. The green leash fades away and Alastor marches off without another word. "You okay?" You help Husk up who shakes you off with a tsk. "I don't need your pity, I'm fine." Husk grumbles and retreats to the bar downstairs. "Husk, please." You try and catch up with him. "What!" He turns and snaps.
"I don't need you playing the role of my parent! i can take care of myself, that's all ill ever need. Myself and what ever alcohol i can get my hands on." His voice is heavy, you know this is his mask. The one he puts on when something really bothers him and doesn't want to talk about it. You pull him into a hug and gently rub his back, you can feel his body tense, his wings are stiff before he slowly relaxes under your touch, his wings gently folding around the two of you. "I know Husker." You say gently, fingers combing his fur. "But I'm always here, you don't have to do it all on your own. I got you too. Family and losers and what not." You hum as the two of you pull away. "Yeah yeah, whatever you say." Husk smirks as he waves his hand, you know he understands what you're saying and what you mean is true, but the little bit of ego he had left doesn't let him fully show it. You and Husk reach the bar just as the building starts to shake due to some loan sharks trying to get in to look for Mimzy. The building catches fire, as they throw some Molotov cocktails through the windows. You gasp as you see some of the glass coming for you but i certain red demon pulls you from harms way. "I suppose i need to remind everyone why I'm here!" Alastor grins as he goes into his demon mode, you close your eyes, you hate seeing him in his giant demon mode. Once he's outside, you start helping Husk clean the building up.
"Darling, you alright?" Alastor comes back in to check on you
"Peachy." You snarl, still upset about earlier. Now even more upset due to Mimzy and her drama hurting the one place you loved.
Alastor straightens his suit before he forces Mimzy to leave, seeing as she was hurting the hotel and his beloved. You ignore the conversation as you sweep up glass. You feel a certain hand on your shoulder, you turn to look at Husk.
"It's okay, I shouldn't have made that comment. Don't let me get between the two of you." "I just don't like how he treats you." "Its okay, its my deal to take care of, not yours."
You let out a deflated sigh before turning to see Alastor who was waving around his cane to start fixing the hotel once again.
"Ali-" You say softly using the nickname he adored, it was simple but sounded amazing rolling off your lips.
"Yes darling?" He cuts you off as he grabs your hand and pulls you into him. You cant help but smile gently before grabbing his bowtie and yanking him down to be face to face with you.
"You ever hurt my Husky like that and i will make sure its your screams broadcasting on the radio. Understood?" You hiss and stare in his red eyes.
"Yes beloved." He nodded.
"Good." You nod back before going back to continuing to clean up the hotel lobby.
Sure life in the hotel wasn't the best, but it was your life none the less.
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i hope this was good! its been a while since i wrote something!
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jujutsukatsuki · 22 days
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Requests are open
Sfw and nsfw are welcome!
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jujutsukatsuki · 22 days
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Okay I will be writing Hazbin hotel stuff after everyone seemed to LOVE THE IDEA!
Drop my ideas in my inbox!
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jujutsukatsuki · 25 days
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What if I wrote Hazbin hotel stuff 🤔
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jujutsukatsuki · 3 months
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Mmm no thoughts just Spider-Man! Bakugou (:<
What if I wrote a story on it?
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jujutsukatsuki · 3 months
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Hey guys, I’m not dead, I miss you all!
Happy new years!
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jujutsukatsuki · 5 months
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11 Minutes || Katsuki x Reader || ANGST
{inspired by 11 minutes by Yungblud, Halsey and Travis Barker}
“Hey, I’m eleven minutes away.” Her voice chimed through his phone once he clicked accept.
“Yeah, I’m just waiting for you, I got 45 minutes of my break left.” He said as he checked the clock that hung on the wall of the coffee shop. They said their goodbyes and hung up. He bounced his leg nervously.
His ear piece started to ring, he pressed it and took the call.
“Dynamite.” His voice was gruff as he spoke, annoyed they bothered him during his break.
“We need you on Hiroshi street, there’s been a car accident and you’re the closest person.” One of his many assistants in his agency said.
He growled “On it.” He sent Y/n a text.
‘Got a call, only 11 minutes from here, I’ll be back asap!’
He took off out the coffee shop and used his quirk to propel himself faster. He could see the smoke from where he was.
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Her head laid on his chest, the room smelt like sex and vanilla scented candles. Her hand was warm as it brushed over his tattoos that lay on his ribs. Y/n’s hair tickled his skin whenever her head would lightly move.
“You’re so pretty.” She whispered and kissed one of the tattoos gently.
“Oh, shut up.” His face flushed a light pink as he looked away, one hand tickled behind his head while the other laid on the small of her back. Their legs were entangled together as the quiet Saturday afternoon felt calming.
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He arrived on the scene and as he dashed to the car that was on fire and flipped upside down, a man unconscious against the wheel, a women with her head against the dashboard and a baby in his back seat.
He got the three out just in time as the car had lightly exploded. Bakugou made his way to the second car and froze when he saw her, thrown from the windshield, laying on the ground.
“No.. no..” he whispered and rushed to her.
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“I’m sorry Y/n.” His voice was cold, callus and calm. He packed up his duffel bag of stuff and was about to leave her for good.
“Please.” She sobbed and reached for him. He took a step back and stared off, eyes watering.
“I’m sorry. Being a pro hero is my dream and I can’t do that if I have distractions.” His heart felt like it was snapping. The sounds of her sobs got louder as she sat on the couch, hands in her hair. Katsuki took one last look at her before he left her apartment for the last time.
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“Please.” He whispered as he held her body in his arms, her chest wasn’t moving. She was bleeding from various places.
“I’m sorry, please, wake up.” He nearly yelled as he rocked her in his arms lightly.
“I’m sorry! I’m sorry! I’m so fucking sorry, wake up!” He screamed as more tears fell.
“Please!” He sobbed and held her tight. He shielded her lifeless body as the cars exploded once again. Paramedics came over and tried to take her and he wouldn’t let them.
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“Run the simulation again.” He barked to the tech in the room.
“Running Simulation 214.” The robotic voice spoke.
Bakugou was once again back in the coffee shop getting the call. The simulation broke when the door opened.
“Dude..” Kirishima sighed quietly
“You couldn’t have changed the outcome.” He walked over to his best friend and partner at the agency.
“Yes I could!” Bakugou barked at him. “Get out!”
Kirishima sighed and left as he shook his head.
“He’s right you know.” Bakugou froze and turned to see her. She looked as beautiful as she did the day he met her.
“There was nothing you could have done.” She walked over and put her warm hand on his cheek.
“Please Kat, don’t forget me but don’t torture yourself.” Bakugou leaned into her touch before it disappeared as quick as it came.
“No.. please..” he whimpered and dropped to his knees.
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“Katsuki.. katsuki~” a gentle voice spike in his ear, he jolted awake with a scream.
“Y/n!” She jumped at the yell before grabbing his face in her warm hands.
“Hey hey hey, it’s okay, what’s wrong? Bad dream?” She hummed softly. Bakugou panted as he looked at the girl of his dreams. He gulped air down a few times as he stared at her eyes.
“Yeah..” he nodded before pulling her into a tight hug. He felt her hands rub his back as she hugged back.
“You’re okay, I got you,” she whispered softly.
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jujutsukatsuki · 9 months
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Katsuki knew from a young age that he wanted to be the best. He would sacrifice what he had to go get there. Even if that meant losing the people closest to him.
You knew from a young age that you wanted to be Katsuki’s. That you’d stand by his side and love him forever. You’d sacrifice whatever you could to be his.
It worked for a while. You pined after him. He shoved you away.
“Oi! Get off!” He barked and tried to shove you off of him. Katsuki had just won the UA festival and you met up with him after.
“No! You won! You did so good!” You squeal and squeeze the blonde tightly.
Katsuki knew that you and him could never happen. You were the annoying girl who lived across the street. The girl he was forced to play with when your moms would have coffee together on Saturday mornings.
You knew that you’d have to chip away at the icy exterior to make room for yourself in his heart. He wasn’t just Dynamite. He was Katsuki. The boy who lived across that street. The boy you’d spend Friday nights roasting marshmallows with in the winter time with the use of his quirk.
His time at UA came and went. With lots of bumps in the road, he always seemingly found himself at your doorstep. Disheveled. Bleeding. Nearing exhaustion.
“Sit still.” You whisper softly as you stitch him up. You went on to become a doctor, thanks to Katsuki. You saw the difference he was making in the world and you wanted to do it too.
“I am.” He said gruffly and took another swig of vodka. He looked down at your concentrated face. The way your brows furrowed as you carefully threaded the needle. He wouldn’t ever admit it, but every time you were finished healing him up, he craved the hug you’d give. Like you were holding him together.
As Katsuki moved up in the world, did you. He was the number two hero. You were a top doctor at your hospital. There was a day that seemed to be like any other. Some petty robberies, a few check ups. The day was normal for you both.
Until a huge explosion shook the hospital and sent everyone in a panic. Three villains came in and started causing destruction, and chaos. You quickly started to help patients that were laying in the rubble, you didn’t care that the villains were close by you. You put other people before yourself.
That was the last thing you remember before waking up in someone’s arms. Soft water droplets we’re hitting your face. You scrunched your brows together, your eyes felt heavy as you slowly opened them. Your vision slowly focused as you saw the spiky blonde holding you. Tears mixed with remnants of black from his eyeliner slowly ran down his cheeks and onto your face.
“Come on. Wake up. Please.” His voice was hoarse. You wanted to laugh, to tell him you were right that someday all the yelling would get to him.
“Y/n please. If you wake up right now, I’ll marry you. Just please get up. I can’t do this without you!” You’ve never heard katsuki this upset before. When you’ve finally become coherent enough to slowly move, you gently wrap your arms around him in a hug.
“I’d never leave you Suki.” You whisper to him. For the first ever, he hugs you back. His hand grip the tattered up doctors jacket like you’d fade from existence. He buried his face in your neck as you both hold each other.
Katsuki takes you to his apartment that night, he says it’s for your safety just incase. You can tell he’s lying. Which is why when he shows you the guest room to let you lay down and rest, you turn and lay in his bed instead. The corner of his mouth turns up into a smile before he lays with you.
You know that katsuki will never love you like you love him.
Katsuki knows that you will never understand his love for you. That his love isn’t something he can put in words. He doesn’t know how to translate his love into something you can understand. But he’ll work at it. Because he loves you.
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jujutsukatsuki · 9 months
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Hello everyone Xx
I know it’s been a while. I’ve been super busy lately. Work and my new boyfriend and I’m just so tired. I’m happy but I’m tired and scared because happiness is the scariest thing you can be.
Imma try and get something out soon… I love you!
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jujutsukatsuki · 11 months
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This is perfect, wonderful, magnificent, everything I wanted
Sunset
You’re a princess, though the last of several siblings, set to never wear the crown of your kingdom. The last to marry, you're suddenly betrothed after your father waged your hand in marriage in some game of bow and arrow. Though you and your knight, Maki, have been content with bottling up your affections for one another, this sudden betrothal has you both wishing for something you know you can't have.
Pairing: Knight!Maki x Princess!Fem!Reader Length: 5.6K Notes: royalty AU (non-curse). its briefly mentioned that maki and reader spent the night together once when they were drunk. reader is implied shorter than Maki, wears a dress, is referred to as princess of course. There's an implied scenario where reader pretends to be a prostitute (not in a sexual way). Period-typical homophobia/misogyny/forced marriage etc. wingman!nobara. reader is not shy uwu CW: kissing, nipple play, oral sex, overstim, thigh humping, fingering, tribadism. A/N: this is my first time writing for Maki she's very soft and probably OOC but pls be nice about it ty <3 I wanted to write something soft for her so ! posting as part of @bizarrebankai fantasy AU collab please check them out and give them a big congrats on their milestone!
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Another sigh escapes your lips, one to join the countless others. For such a long time it was easy to delay the inevitable; you’re the fifth in a line of royal sons and daughters, never to inherit your throne, one treaty or gift-from-The-King away from becoming some second-rate noble’s wife and nothing more. With the betrothals of your elder siblings long past, yours had slipped to the back of your mind, your potential marriage becoming something of a “someday” and “eventually”.
At least until some weeks ago, when your father had drunkenly promised your hand in an archery wager. So fickle are the words of men, to leave something so monumental to the whims of the bow and arrow. The death of some poor fowl signifying the end of your naivety.
In another life perhaps you’d laugh over such a thing; you were as faithful to your royal duties as you could be, and kind to a fault. You’d give this man who had won your hand the benefit of the doubt: A man so skilled at archery, a friend of your father’s—what harm could it be? 
But in this life, the thought of a marriage pains you. You’d never given it all that much thought, content with your lavish life so far, but at the inception of this sudden and forced betrothal, being a princess is no longer a title you wish for. All because you’ve already given your heart to a woman with eyes like sunsets and a wicked tongue.
“He’s here.” Her voice is sharp, cutting through the warm afternoon air like a reaper’s scythe.
You turn towards the source to gaze upon sunsets, hardened, pointed, authoritarian—as is the nature of your knight—until they soften when they land on you. She would rather lie in a six-foot trench than admit the meaning behind the softness in that gaze. But you’d deciphered it before Maki herself could. You are kind but you are not a fool. Many years in her company have left you an expert at even the smallest changes in her countenance.
“Leave us.”
To everyone in the room—your servants, your ladies-in-waiting—your voice sounds monotone, unaffected. Your ladies are inclined to think perhaps you are nervous and masking it well, anxiety welling up with every passing second as your betrothed waits in the gardens for your appearance. Miwa, as innocent as she is, she’s the first to nod and turn away, picking up her skirts as she goes. Nobara hesitates, suspicious eyes flicking between you and your knight before dropping the fabric strings of your corset in her hands, joining Miwa in exiting the room. The servants follow with less of a fuss, cloaking their stares with timid nods of their heads.
When the ladies leave, Maki closes the door behind them. That smirk that she always wears, as arrogant and flippant as it is, you suddenly feel affected by its absence. 
“Princess,” (a title she stopped calling you in private many moons ago) “You shouldn’t keep that man waiting.”
Your eyes tilt to the dagger at her side, a brilliant silver tucked behind dark leather. You can’t see it, but you know the hilt is engraved, golden designs the color of her irises. A gift you’d given her to recognize her ascension to the kingsguard. 
When you look down to her side and think of that man in the garden, a violent thought involving said dagger comes and goes as Maki's hands form fists at her sides. You shake it off, doubting you could ever take down a man like Maki could, as you’re turning to the mirror. You lament that you aren't as strong as Maki, in more ways than just physical. Would she do it for you if you asked it of her? You have no doubts she would.
You turn to the mirror, facing away from her. “Lady Nobara didn’t finish lacing the corset. Do you mind if—”
“Not something I haven’t done before,” she says with a step toward you. A joke that would sound smug if her voice wasn’t so meek. It’s unlike her.
You watch in the mirror as she steps closer towards your back, the sound of her leather soles clacking against the floorboards becoming louder and louder. Her dark hair, tied into a high ponytail, sways with each step, brushing against the high collar of her black royal uniform. You’re reminded by the shining badges atop her breast and the crest of her cape that she is a member of the Zenin clan, powerful knights serving your kingdom for centuries. You’ve always been in awe of her, from the moment your father had introduced her as your personal knight, but especially now up close. She’s a hardened knight by training but her features are soft, womanly. You stare at her lips in the mirror for far too long, only blinking away the image when they disappear behind your head, leaving you with only her golden eyes staring back at you from above your crown. You choose to focus on her fringe, dark threads gently resting just above her brow.
"You know you can't delay this forever," Maki says as she takes up the strings. She wraps the ends around both of her gloved fists, pulling at the base at the small of your back. “You’d been unwed for far too long… it was inevitable.”
"Maki..." 
Your kingsguard becomes slightly bashful at the affectionate way that you say her name. In front of others, she is Lady Zenin, a Dame in her own right. But in the privacy of your room, when you are away from prying eyes and can be openly affectionate with each other... at those times, she's Maki, a woman without a clan and a title to her name. Simply the woman you’ve come to love.
"Don't 'Maki' me... not now." She laces the strings onto the first set of hooks and pulls, robbing you of your breath. Her hands are rough when they move up to lace up the next set of hooks.
"Are you cross with me?" You ask as she hides behind her fringe. "You know this is above us both."
"Not with you," she pulls as she laces the corset once more; gentler this time. "But... how can I feel? All the honors in the kingdom and I could never win your hand, no matter how many accolades, how much blood is split. Yet, to lose you over some simple game of archery, over some fowl, to a man who's never even—" she stops herself from disparaging a Lord, as lazy and pompous as she thinks they are. Even now, she holds her tongue. Is it out of (begrudging) respectful habit, or is it for your sake? She sighs, choosing not to reveal more of her feelings on the matter. 
"Maki... what do you mean win my hand?"
You feel her hands pause. Perhaps it was a slip of the tongue. She'd kissed you before, touched you in ways a husband should touch his wife one night when you were both flushed with wine after a ball—but after apologizing and awkwardly moving past such a transgression, never had she said anything more to you. She’s never hinted at desiring you in ways your stations, and most importantly your gender, would not allow.
"It's nothing. We should," she quickly makes work of the remaining laces of your corset as she speaks, "we should go."
You turn around to face her as soon as she ties that last bow and pulls away. She wears avoidant eyes and flushed cheeks. You wonder if she ever feels that feeling in your chest you're feeling now when you look at her, like this sight of her alone takes your heart into her fist and squeezes. You’ve always had such strong feelings for her, captivated by her honeyed eyes since the day you met, but all the kissing and tossing in some stranger’s bed in the throes of inebriation would have never convinced you of her reciprocating those feelings for you.
You can't help but lean into her. She's struggling with indecision, her plush bottom lip tucked between her teeth. You reach up, pulling it away with one perfectly manicured thumb until her lips are free from her gnawing, perfectly plump below your fingertip.
"Do you mean that, Maki...? That you wish for my hand?"
She places her gloved hand atop yours, taking it into her own. Though her gesture speaks for her, she says nothing for fear of rejection. Because she can take it from anyone, with thick skin and scars as proof. But she could never take it if it's coming from you.
“I wish it were you who could have it, Maki. Wish I could always stay by your side.”
Her eyes widen a bit before they narrow with resolve. Maki’s only hesitation had been the fear that you didn’t feel that way about her. She’d put that guard over her heart, never revealing the depth of her feelings. She's a knight with feelings for her princess, damned to keep them hidden away forever, a sudden betrothal being the only thing pushing her over the edge.
She pulls you closer by the hand, and before you could blink she's kissing you, lips pressing against yours ardently. You watch with eyes blown wide as hers close, sunsets fading beneath beautiful whispy eyelashes and pale eyelids. You're frozen in place as your mind quickly shuffles between feelings of joy and surprise. When you settle on the feeling of lust, of want for her, is when you close your eyes and kiss her back. 
"Maki." You say her name decidedly when she pulls away. Her lips, once a soft pink, are stained darker with the rouge Nobara had applied to your lips. You can already imagine the way Nobara would chide you for ruining your makeup.
Maki decides she loves the look of ruined makeup on the perfect princess standing before her.
"Yes?" She asks, the syllables of your name leaving her lips.
"You're sworn to me, are you not? To stay by my side?" She nods. One of her gloved hands finds its way to the small of your back, fingers dancing over the strings of your corset as if plucking the strings of a lute. "Then... if I were to leave, would you—“
"Princess." 
Your hands ball the fabric of the coat over her chest, medallions poking your fingertips.
"I know you care nothing for your clan, Maki. And I care nothing for being some prize given away by my father to a noble house in the countryside. So, please? If we get caught... just... say I ran away, that I wanted nothing of this betrothal. That you're just coming along, to keep me safe. Just… take me away.”
"They'll have my head for that, Princess." She says it but part of her wonders if that's a better alternative than to watch you be ripped away from her.
"Mine too... and yet, I'd rather be in your company, Maki."
You realize that tears had begun to fall from your eyes when Maki wipes your cheek with a gloved hand. If only Maki knew how you’d considered this since the day your father had announced the betrothal to you.
"Don't cry." The last thing she ever wanted to do was make you cry. After a pause, she says, "Tonight."
"... tonight?"
"You wish to run away, don't you?"
"With you."
"Then, tonight. Under cover of darkness. Okay?" When she sees you open your lips to speak, she knows you wish to say 'right now!' because she knows just how hasty you can be, how emotions are the guide to your heart, rational thought to the wind. So she adds, "You can't leave now, not when everyone's expecting you in the gardens. So meet that man, and act as a princess should. I'll make some preparations. And we'll... we'll leave if you wish." Even Maki can't seem to believe the words she says. But when she's faced with you wanting to do anything to be by her side, how could she say no?
"I do, Maki... if you wish for my hand, then I want to find a way to give it to you."
"Why me?" A moment of self-consciousness takes over. Because to her, you are everything good, everything pure and beautiful. She's watched you for so many years, seen your kindness even when she was unworthy of it. And as much as she wants your affection, she doesn't always feel she deserves it. Even if she would take lives and burn the kingdom to the ground for it.
“Because I love you, Maki. You’re incredible—more worthy of being royalty than any stupid prince I’ve ever met. Just having you at my side has convinced me of that fact.”
Doubt only settles further onto her features. “But I—”
“Lady Zenin!” A voice comes from across the wooden door at the threshold of your room, followed by a series of three knocks. You recognize the voice: Nobara.
“Yes, Lady Kugisaki?” Maki turns away from you, toward the door. “You may come in.”
Nobara cracks the door open, eyes flicking between the two of you. She sees the state of your rouge, red smudged and existing upon Maki’s lips, and frowns. “Are you ready to escort the princess? Her betrothed grows weary.”
Maki straightens up and nods, collecting her composure. “Yes.”
Nobara removes a handkerchief from a pocket at her waist, handing it to Maki. “Let us leave then. Wipe your lips while I fix her rouge.”
You find yourself laughing when Maki silently takes the cloth, flames burning her cheeks.
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After the bore that was meeting a lord and having the most ghastly tiresome of dinners, the servants bathed and dressed you for bed that night as normal, with the exception of you enduring Nobara’s teasing about the state she’d found you and Maki in. Perhaps it is because Lady Kugisaki shares your fondness for Maki that she finds no fault in your feelings for her. So during the preparations for bed, you’d confided in her that you wished to run away with your knight. And though she knew such a thing was dangerous, reckless—she said no word of stopping you. With a tight hug and a kiss to your cheek as a farewell, Nobara sent away your servants and guards with some excuse about how you’d caught a cold walking in the gardens without a shawl. The truth was you’d forgotten it with the state of frenzy that your mind had been in, but no one needed to know such a detail.
Long after the castle's buzz of you meeting your betrothed had died down and the anxiety began to settle in the pit of your stomach, when there was nothing but the sound of crickets and the wind, your knight made good on her promise. She came to you, dressed not in her regalia but in all black, a hooded cloak drawn over her features. She produced one for you, dark in color and long enough to cover the skirts of your ornate nightgown. Being the skilled knight that she is, she knew each secret passage, each dark secluded hall to travel until you'd made it undetected to the stables, your horse drawn and ready. The air was slightly cold, your breaths making puffs of smoke as you panted, but Maki kept you warm, pressing you close to her side. 
As the thrill of escaping the castle ran through your veins, you wondered why you never did this sooner.
You rode into town on a single horse, holding onto her back as she held onto the reins, your heart racing in your chest. You’ve never done something so daring, but you put your life in her palm, and it feels freeing. The short escapade by horseback further sets in your mind that being at Maki’s side is exactly what you want: protection, devotion, and the thrill of risking your life for her love. A feeling you’d never felt in all the boring years of living behind castle walls.
The distance into town wasn't far by any means. Since you were not your elder siblings, you weren't one of the royals paraded around town and touted as the next king or queen. Your appearance, lucky, is therefore not recognizable to any of the guards, hidden beneath your cloak and missing its tiara. Maki, ironically enough, is more likely to be friendly with the guards. But it is easier to make an excuse in her case.
"Lady Zenin," the guard at an entrance point to the town nods, recognizing her even with the shroud upon her head. "What business do you have? You and your…?" the guard makes a pointed look at you. You hold the cloak tighter around your face.
"What business is it what I do in my free time?" Maki barks. The guard looks between you and her again, eyes drifting down to the arms you have wrapped tightly around Maki's midsection. When he looks at Maki again, he swears there is a dusting of pink across her cheeks.
"Ah..." he nods. Smirks. "Apologies, Lady Zenin. Enjoy your lady of the night, she sure is pretty."
If Maki weren't so concerned with concealing you, she'd jump off this horse and gauge out his eyes for calling you a common whore, for looking at you as if you were beneath him. You hold her closer, stifling a giggle.
“You saw nothing,” she huffs from between her teeth. “If you breathe a word of this—I’ll have your tongue.”
The guard knows from the disgust in her voice that her threat was no jest.
“Yes, my lady.”
You and Maki continue on horseback until the far end of town. She ties the horse to a stable outside of a lone inn, far from the crowded sections of town. She takes some time to remove the royal regalia on its reins, hiding it beneath a pile of hay. To any onlooker, her horse now looks just as dressed as a common man’s horse. 
“Will this work?” You ask her as she dusts the dirt onto her dark pants.
“We’ll have to hope so,” she replies, pulling you closer to her. You know very little of this town, but Maki had explained the plan to you as you rode on horseback: this inn at the far end of town is run by someone she knows, the innkeeper being a man she trusts. In the morning, when the castle has discovered you’ve gone missing, the royal guards will search the crowded section of town, giving you time to press on. She is certain that the innkeeper will keep you concealed and trusts this as a place to rest for the night.
And you trust Maki’s judgment more than anyone in this world.
When the innkeeper first shows you to your room, it's so quiet you could hear the crackling of the fireplace at the end of the room just as loudly as your breathing. There’s only one bed in the room, a carved wooden frame supporting a bed smaller than the one in your bedchambers. You turn to Maki and see that her face burns at the sight.
“I can rest on the floor, Princess,” she says, crossing her arms over her chest and turning away. 
You never pinned her as a fool until now.
You turn to her, reaching up to pull the hood of her cloak off her head. Dark tresses frame her rosy cheeks. You wonder if Maki looked this bashful the first time you kissed her, and mourn that the memory is so hazy.
“Lay with me, won’t you, Maki?”
She looks at you conflicted. On one hand, it’s quite late now, and she thinks you need your rest to continue your journey. But on the other, she really wants to fucking kiss you. 
When you push back her hair and smile, her heart decides on the latter. She leans in to kiss you and at first, she’s shy. You can feel the restraint, the way her soft breaths against your lips turn staccato each time you push against her. But you know Maki at her essence is not shy—she’s like a burning flame, raging and all-consuming. You know she just needs a push.
So you push her, hands pulling the cloak off her shoulders as your tongue swipes across her bottom lip. She makes a sound, something like a hum or a squeak, surprised. When had her princess turned so daring? So Maki dares to push you too, hands reaching up to cup your jaw as you cling to her shoulders. With each touch of your lips, you can feel her quickly gain the confidence she was missing, her kisses becoming more forceful and wanting as she continues to steal your breath away. 
One of her hands, as if on a will of its own, finds your waist. You gasp when your chest is pressed against hers and the sound startles Maki, bringing reason back to her clouded mind.
“I think…” she starts, staring at your lips, glossy with her kiss, “I think you should rest, before—”
“Before what, Maki?”
“I won’t be able to hold myself back,” she replies, honeyed eyes asking for assurance. “I don’t want to make that same mistake twice.”
“Mistake? The only mistake was pretending it didn’t happen. Pretending I’d forgotten. I should’ve just told you my feelings then, Maki. And I should’ve told you… just how badly I want it to happen again.”
She says nothing more then, the final set of protests dying with another kiss.
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You were never much for religion but you count yourself blessed tonight, because, for the third time in your life, you get to see Maki bare before you. 
The first was innocent enough: After a long day of journeying to visit one of your elder sisters, who’d gone and married some prince in a province quite far away, you invited Maki to rest in what was something foreign to you but common in this province: an outdoor bathhouse. Curious about the experience that your sister had raved about, you’d settled into the hot springs wrapped in cloth to hide your shame. But Maki had none—opting to forego the cloth and enjoy the bath without any barriers to her skin. And though you were mortified to realize that in that moment you were looking at Maki’s body, it was something of an awakening for you. The moment left you so ashamed you could not even hold Maki’s gaze the rest of the night, tossing and turning once alone in your chambers, plagued with thoughts that were unseemly for a princess destined to be a man’s bride.
The second time was the first time you’d ever put such lecherous thoughts to action. Sneaking away from a ball, inebriated and clumsy, Maki found you in the castle's dark halls tripping over your feet. Her mind clouded with quite a few cups of wine herself, she’d walked you back to your chambers with an arm around your waist. You’d said something to her about the pretty flush of her skin, though neither of you remembers it now, and when you refused to let her leave your bed she hastily returned whatever affections you gave her. You told her she was so beautiful (she was) and she told you you were too drunk (you were) but that didn’t stop you. And you kissed her, kissed her until her dark robes and your lovely blue dress were in a pile on your bedside and her skin looked ethereal under the cover of moonlight. She touched you in a way you’d never been touched before and you pretended to forget the next morning, when Maki was dressed and avoidant and apologetic and all the things you didn’t want her to be. 
But tonight, this third time you see her as she is, she’s everything you want her to be. She’s kissing you not with shyness but with a frenzied passion, like her lungs ached for your breath. She’d taken you to the bed, peeled off your cloak and nightwear, and told you just how long she’d waited to have you again. With your head surrounded by feathered pillows and a curtain of her dark, silky hair, you finally felt as if you were in her world, in her grasp. Her tough, worn hands kneaded the softness of your sides as your insides throbbed, yearning for her the way women shouldn’t yearn for each other. 
But you do, you tell her you do.
“Maki, touch me,” you plead to her, a string of saliva between your kiss-bitten lips. Your voice and your eyes are desperate and it makes Maki smile.
“Where do you want me to touch you?”
Your knees at her sides unwillingly part from her skin, dewy and hot. You open yourself up to her, your hand reaching between you to guide hers. You don’t even take your eyes off of each other, going by feel alone. You let her part your folds, to feel how wet you are for her.
“Here, Maki. Please.”
“Mm, not yet, Princess.” She shifts her body, straddling a thigh and placing one of her knees just between your thighs. You feel her skin press against your core, barely soothing the ache. “If we get caught tomorrow… or if this is a dream… then let me savor it, yeah?”
You smile at the smirk that dances on her lips. The Maki that you love—that teasing, playful woman who adores you more than she will ever say aloud—you let her have her way. She launches what feels like a full-on attack on all fronts, kissing your neck as her fingers squeeze your breast. She rolls a nipple between her fingers, teasing you mercilessly. You move your hips, helplessly grinding against her thigh to soothe the need you feel, drenching her thigh with your arousal. She leans over you, to kiss you again, and you moan in sync—she’d found just the right position for you both to grind against each other’s thighs. 
What you feel becomes almost instinctual, then. The sounds of your moans, the lewd wet sound of your folds rubbing over her thigh, they only fuel Maki’s need to do the same, to shamelessly use you for her pleasure too. It’s like a push and pull, the way you take turns kissing and grinding onto each other. Maki stops, forgoing her pleasure as your moans get more desperate, your movements more pointed as your clit catches on her knee.
“Maki, Maki, Maki,” you’re calling her name again and again, the sound driving Maki absolutely insane. No one ever calls her by her name, simply by her title, by her clan name. It’s special, coming from you, and the way you say it now makes her realize she never wants to hear it from anyone else but you again. 
“Let go,” she coos, kissing your cheek. When your jaw drops and your body starts to tremble she says, “Just like that, Princess.” She’s practically leaking onto your thigh when you gush on hers, drenching you both in your seeping arousal. Maki tells you she wants to taste, and before you can tell her no, that you want her to feel good too, she’s already got her face between your thighs. She spreads them wide, watching as your glistening hole twitches for her. She kisses you, opened mouth to your thighs and your sex, tasting the slick that coats your skin.
“You’re so pretty down here, Princess.”
“Don’t be so vulgar, Maki,” you laugh.
You look down, meeting her gaze, feeling a heat crawling up your skin as her smirking lips close around your clit. Your thighs instinctively squeeze around her head but she pushes one away with her hand. 
“It isn’t vulgar if it's true,” she says, her voice low as she uses her free hand to pry your lips apart. “I would’ve never agreed to do this—to leave the castle, to do something so reckless. But if it means I could be with you like this as much as I wanted… I’d risk my life for you,” she admits, your name dripping off at the end, her voice sweet like honey.
“Mak—ah, Maki,” you raise an elbow to cover your flaming face as Maki sucks on your clit. She sees your other hand, your fingers clutching the fabric of the bedding beneath you, and she knows she has you. She’s moaning into your heat at the tangy sweet taste that hits her tongue, and a giddy excitement washes over her at the thought of how you’ll react if she adds a finger. 
“Does it feel good, Princess?”
“Y-yes!” You’re practically arching your back when you feel a finger teasing your hole, your breathless pants accompanying the squelching sound that ensues. “I love this Maki…” you admit in a pleasure-induced haze. 
She only sucks your clit harder, pushes her finger in further, her gaze captivated by the way you arch and shudder. When you were inebriated, she’d done some version of this—sloppy, hesitant, and unsure despite being laced with want and need—but this time she takes what you give her so eagerly, confidently. She adds a second finger, pumping into you with each flick of her tongue against that sensitive nub, and your whole body tenses when her fingers hit a spongy spot inside you. You moan, mouth agape, and she knows that's your spot, grazing over it with her fingertips repeatedly until your thighs start to clench. Pleasure overcomes your body in waves for the second time that night, your teeth gnawing on your lips to keep a loud squeal from waking the whole inn. Maki moans when she’s hit with another gush of your release on her tongue and her fingers, drinking down everything you give her. When your walls stop pulsing around her fingers, when you start to whimper from overstimulation, she pulls away from you, her face wet with your juices. But you make no sign of protest when she comes up to kiss you, letting you taste yourself on her lips. 
She looks down at you affectionately, even with your body covered in sweat and smelling like sex. She’s the only one you’d ever trust with your life, let alone seeing you like this. You hold her close to you, arms around her neck, plastering her body to yours as you wrap your legs around her waist.
“Maki, what about you?” You whisper, breathless.
“I wanna watch you do that one more time… that alright, Princess?” 
“Mm, I don’t know if I can take any more Maki…”
“I know you can,” she says, pulling away from your body to pry your thighs apart. “Let’s try this.”
You’re unsure of what she’s about to do, and you watch her with surprise as she slots herself between your thighs. Her weeping cunt, still begging for release, grinds against yours. The sound that comes from your bodies rubbing together makes your face burn because when you look down at where you are connected, it almost looks like she’s thrusting into you, like she’s truly making love to you. 
“Maki,” you pull her closer again, your chests pressing together as she grinds against your hips. “Maki you’re amazing.”
Butterflies swarm her stomach at your praise but she can’t manage a reply, biting back a moan as her clit catches on yours. You don’t mind—you can tell simply by the warmth of the sunsets in her eyes that she means to say the same. She kisses you, swallowing your moans as she rocks against you, as her sensitive nipples rub against your chest. Your hands reach down, grabbing onto her thighs, keeping her right where she is. Your body’s feeling that high again—a third orgasm coming quickly as her skin rubs against that sensitive little nub over and over again.
This time she’s coming along with you, chasing that feeling desperately as she moans into your mouth. And when you both cum it's messy: sweaty, sticky, and wet, punctuated by a spent whimper from you and a relieved moan from Maki against your neck. She knows she’s heavy, her body all muscle, so she lays down beside you, labored breaths the only sound in the dead of night.
“Maki,” you whisper, once you can manage to speak and the haze of your orgasm clears.
She says your name like a question, her voice soft. Raspy.
“Do you really think we could get away with it… that I can stay by your side like this? Or was I being foolish asking this of you?”
She loops an arm around you, and you settle against her shoulder. Just the close contact eases the nerves that return, now that you remember that daybreak is but a few hours away.
“I think the only time either of us have been foolish,” she whispers, “is waiting this long to try.”
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I- this is everything
you don’t know how it happened, or how you ended up here but your hands are on him, everywhere on him; his hair, his face, his chest. your index finger looped under his belt, pulling him in…
“eren,” you moan.
“yeah?”
you feel him grind against you, his boner pressing hard against your hip.
“here?” you ask quietly. you’re afraid the random rush of adrenaline that made him pin you up against the wall will vanish if you remind him about how risky this is.
his hands find your ass and pull you closer, so much closer, it answers for him. yes, here.
you’re wet. your shirt stuck on you, your bra inching and poking your skin in the wrong ways. his hair sending droplets of rain down your face. one second ago, you were running away from the rain with him, and now, you’re in a warmly lit room being shoved so hard against the wall, you’re afraid it’s a part of you now. and as good as it feel, as magically and exciting as it is to be held by eren like this, you know it must come to an end.
you pull away from his touch, and put your hand on his chest to push him away a bit. “baby, not here. remember they’re coming?”
he breathed heavy, too heavy. you can feel his heartbeat as if it’s your own from how close his body’s stuck to yours.
“i forgot,” he says with brows furrowed. you can still feel him.
you don’t know who ‘they’ are, or why they’re coming in this room but you know you can’t stay here longer.
eren pulls away from you, and with the same dissatisfied look on his face, he pulls you by the hand and into the restroom on the other side of the door you just passed by. he opens a stall door and locks it after he’s in.
you’re standing in front of the stall door when you say, “eren, are you sure?” you can’t help but find it incredibly attractive just how dominant he’s being, especially since he’s usually the exact opposite.
“yea.”
he turns you around and pushes his dick against your ass. you’re both still fully clothed, but it feels so good. he rubs his erection against you while he squeezes your hips. you moan and close your eyes, hoping he gets rid of the pulses that have achingly taken over your cunt.
eren’s moaning uncontrollably when he pushes your skirt up and pulls your panties aside. his tip lingers at your entrance.
“put it in, baby. i want you to.” with that he pushes in slow and deep. you always feel him so much bigger from this position.
“baby,” he groans. he picks up his pace in no time, fucking you hard against the cool stall.
you’re biting your lip as you feel him rub against your walls continuously, he takes his right hand against your clit. his mouth is open and breathing heavy against your ear when he says. “baby, how do you feel?”
“good.” you cry.
“good? yeah?” he shoved his hips closer to you.
“yea, baby. so good.” your eyes are squeezed shut.
“oh, my god. it feels so good.” he pants. eren gets so whiny when he’s close.
you open your legs further. “baby, are you close?”
“yea.” his eyes are shut and your ears are met with a string of curses not long after.
you arch your back and say, “you’re doing so good, baby. doing so good. you’re always so good.”
“baby, you feel so good.” his voice turns you on so much, it’s insane.
“yeah, baby? how does it feel?”
“wet, baby. so wet.” he’s fucking you so good, you know you’re close.
“baby, i’m close. oh, my god, baby, i’m so close.” you whisper, your face pressed against the stall.
“cum for me, baby. i want you to cum.” he cries out. “i want you to cum, baby. i want you to feel good.” he’s fucking you harder now, taking no mercy on you. his hand drawing steady circles on your puffy clit.
“baby, i’m gonna cum.”
eren kisses your neck and fastens his speed until he feels that pulsing sensation he knows too well around his dick. your pussy tightens around him, which is always his breaking point.
“baby, baby. i’m gonna cum.” his voice is raspy and low against your ear. “tell me you want me to cum, baby. please tell me to cum.”
“baby, cum, baby. please cum. i want you to cum in me baby.”
“yeah?” he whispers.
“yeah, baby. i want you to cum so bad. please cum for me baby.”
he cums in your cunt. thick and heavy. you feel it shooting in you and can’t help but to moan.
you both stay still in your positions, breathing slow and heavy. letting your euphoric highs come to an end. eren pulls out of you and before you move, he takes your ass cheeks in his hands and licks your pussy. you twitch, it’s sensitive. but he continues to suck and lick the cum out of you.
when he’s done, he takes you by the back of your head, turns you around, and spits it in your mouth. it tastes sweet. it’s insane, you always expected men to taste like liquified shit but eren, once again, is above the standard. you’d go as far as craving his cum in your mouth and finding it tasty.
you look at him in the eyes and swallow. he smiles shorty after and fills your face with kisses.
i haven’t posted in over a year, sorry if i’m rusty 🥲
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