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shawtuzi · 7 months

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HIDE N’ SEEK FT. GOJO SATORU

summary- you and your boyfriend decide to play a little game of hide and seek at a halloween party

content warnings include- modern au, a little plot but mostly smut lmao, oral m!receiving, throat fucking, shoe humping, fingering, a little groping from gojo, sorta needy!gojo but he’s also pretty mean, unprotected sex, rough sex, tongue sucking bc i’m obsessed w it rn, squirting, creampie, geto is a perv, rushed ending, not proofread /// wc: 3.1k

a/n- hi!!! i’m back kinda from my hiatus so pls enjoy this bc idk when the next time i post will be lmao

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gojo <3: i see you.

your heart rate began to pick up as you read the ominous text from your boyfriend. your eyes looked in every direction hoping to see someone in a ghost face mask on their phone, but unfortunately no such luck.

“why did i agree to do this . . . so stupid,” you grumbled to yourself as you shoved your phone in the back pocket of your sexy nurse costume. to add a little context you and your darling boyfriend, gojo satoru, thought it would be fun to play a little game of hide and seek at the costume party/bonfire one of his friends was throwing. you hide he seeks. the only catch was neither of you could have your location on and you weren’t allowed to tell anyone about the game. all you had to do was make sure gojo didn’t “tag” you before midnight. simple right? not.

you had thought nothing of it when he said he was going to be ghostface come to find out more than half the people at the party were dressed as the masked killer. it was easy to spot you of course—with your skin tight red and white dress and red stockings but trying to decipher which one of these people were gojo was simply impossible.

gojo was standing a few feet away from you, a sinister smile on his lips. he could see how frustrated you were becoming and boy was it a cute sight to see. your brows were furrowed and your red, glossed up lips were pulled into an adorable pout. you had the slightest tinge of fear in your eyes—between that and your costume he was becoming more riled up as the minutes ticked by.

you glanced at your phone—

11:42 PM

only eighteen more minutes and you were golden! you glanced at the part of the woods where it was dark and unoccupied with any party goers, without a second thought began to walk over to finish up the rest of the time. little did you know gojo was trailing behind you, quietly giggling at how silly you were for making this so easy for him.

“s’freezing out here,” your hands rubbed up and down your arms that were now covered in goosebumps. the only sounds that could be heard was the bass of the music from the party and your feet crunching against the dead leaves and twigs on the ground along with—another pair of footsteps???

you whipped around and were met with nothing but the party goers in the distance. you knew it was just a fun little game but you couldn’t help the feeling of dread that overcame you. you had half a mind to text gojo and call off the game but with only ten minutes left you decided to stick it out.

after a minute your phone buzzed in your pocket.

gojo <3- found you :)

“wha-?” all a sudden your front was pushed into a tree, you felt someone’s weight press against you along with something plastic poking against your throat. “i found youuu,” gojo giggled, pressing the plastic knife more into your neck. you pushed your backside into his hard on making him groan right into your ear. “no fair ‘toru…couldn’t find you anywhere with all those people wearing the same costume,” you whined, slick beginning to stain your lacy white panties.

gojo hummed and without a second thought shoved his free glove covered hand into your panties, cupping your sensitive pussy. “c’mon baby you know i don’t like to play fair let’s not act dumb hm?” you couldn’t see his face but you knew just from the tone of his voice he was grinning from ear to ear. gojo used his middle finger to rub at your clit, giving you minor relief while he humped your ass. you both stayed like that for a moment before he began to grow bored.

“suck my dick,” was all he said, removing his hand from your panties much to your dismay. “but—but ‘toru—” you were cut off by gojo squishing your cheeks together roughly. he pushed you down by your shoulders, not caring that the twigs were scraping and poking against your soft skin. (don’t worry he’ll bandage you up later if need be <3)

“now if you recall from earlier..” be began to unbuckle his belt, “we agreed that whoever won got to do whatever they wanted with the loser right?” he waited for you to nod your head before continuing. he slowly unzipped his pants, pulling them and his briefs halfway down his toned thighs. “and who’s the winner?” he giggled, tracing his almost painfully hard dick against your lips. you darted your tongue out to get just a little taste of him, making satoru visibly shudder. “you, you’re the winner,” you mumbled, setting your hands in your lap.

gojo cradled your face his hands, fighting the overwhelming urge to rip off the ghostface mask and kiss you till you were breathless. “don’t look so sad babydoll, i’m about to fuck your throat and your little pussy so good let’s look alive yeah?” he gave your cheek a rough couple of pats. he brought his index and middle finger to your lips, “open your mouth.” you parted your lips and with little to no warning gojo shoved the digits down your throat, impressed that you had kept your gags to a minimum. he rubbed your saliva around the length of his dick and gave himself a few quick strokes before pushing the tip against your lips.

you wrapped your lips around his dick and gojo’s hand immediately found purchase on the back of your head. “yeah . . . jus’ like—fuck, l-like that,” although he was putting on a tough façade for the sake of the situation it was fading away quicker than he had anticipated. you were just so good with your mouth :(

you didn’t even care that you lost, now too enamored in the pretty sounds that were slipping past gojo’s lips. and you both certainly didn’t care that anyone could possibly catch you in the act. “i need to record this shit goddamn,” with shaky hands gojo held up his phone and started to record you, quietly apologizing for the sudden flash of light in your face. you played it out a little for the camera knowing gojo was definitely going to use this vid for times when he’s by himself. you wrapped both of your hands around his dick and worked quick pumps around the tip while your other hand moved slowly up and down the base.

satoru felt his knees buckle a little when you started sucking on his balls, nearly dropping his phone in the process. “you’re s-so fuckin’ hot, so hot n’ a-all mine yeah? please say it,” he didn’t give the slightest fuck how pathetic he sounded. all needed in this moment was for you to tell him his dick belonged to you and you only and vice versa. “yes toru all yours,” you hummed leaving kisses around the base of his dick. that was all he needed to hear before he tossed his phone to the side and began to brutally fuck your poor little throat.

each time your nose pressed against his pelvis from deep throating him it just gave him more incentive to put a fat rock on your finger and never let you go. your dress had ridden up and without even thinking gojo pressed the top of his shoe against your cunt making your hips jerk forward. “hump it, hump my fuckin’ shoe and cum from it,” his ‘demand’ was shaky and breathless but nonetheless you listened to your boyfriend and started humping his shoe.

between gojo still ruthlessly fucking your throat and the laces of his shoe rubbing deliciously against your clit you were overstimulated beyond belief—and it felt incredible. he loved when he could turn your brain into a pile of mush and you enjoyed it just as much. after holding your head firmly against his pelvic area for god knows how long gojo removed your mouth from his dick, finally letting you get some air. you didn’t know if it was alcohol, the blunt you took a few hits of, or just horniness in its purest form but you were feeling insatiable.

you wrapped your arms around his thick thigh and planted your knees firmly into the ground before moving your hips with quickness. gojo was surprised at your actions, his dick visibly twitching at you getting off on his fucking shoe of all things. “i’m—i’m close, can feel it toru i’m—o-oh my!” a sharp gasp left your lips when gojo began tapping his foot just the slightest. “jerk me off n’ let’s cum together,” you didn’t need to be told twice as you wrapped your hand around the base of his dick, suckling on the tip as well to bring him even closer to his peak (and to avoid getting cum in your face/hair heh).

you both came in unison a chorus of moans and groans leaving both of your mouths. “that—that was good, you’re so good y/n c’mere,” gojo was quick to pull you to your feet and pushed your back right against the tree that was shielding you both from any potential spectators. “i wanna kiss you so bad,” he spoke softly, cupping and massaging your breasts over your thin dress. “but i really wanna fuck you with this stupid mask on,” gojo gripped your plush thighs and lifted you up with ease, you weren’t even the littlest but surprised when his impatient ass practically ripped your panties in half trying to get them off.

“put it in for me,” gojo muttered, blindly shoving your tattered panties in his back pocket. you complied whispering out a little ‘anything for you toru’ before slowly swiping his sensitive tip between your pillowy soft folds. just as you were about to slide him in you heard voices and footsteps that sounded like they were getting closer and closer. “w-wait someone’s coming!” you whisper-shouted but that didn’t stop gojo from pushing his dick into you with one swift thrust. a broken moan emerged from your throat and you were quick your cover your mouth with both hands.

“put your fuckin’ hands down no one’s gonna see us,” gojo hissed, his toes curling from how tight and hot you felt. you hastily removed your hands making gojo smile behind the mask. “they might not s-see but they’ll—hah! hear us toruuu,” you whined burying your face in his neck.

gojo made sure your legs were securely wrapped around his waist before yanking the ghostface mask off, he pressed his lips against yours without missing a beat. “guess i’ll just have to keep kissin’ ya to make sure you don’t make to much noise yeah?”

“yeah . . . . you’re right.”

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“do—do you guys *hiccup* here that?” a drunk, poor unknowing geto slurred out, his brows furrowing at the sound of grunts coming from the darker part of the woods. of course no one responded, too invested in literally anything else besides geto’s drunk ramblings—plus his jason mask muffled anything he had to say.

geto pushed himself up from the log he was sitting on, nearly falling over in process. “guess i’ll go look myself…dickheads,” he muttered to himself, making his way over to the suspicious noises. he stopped dead in his tracks when he heard a particularly loud groan and that’s when it started to click. “holy shit . . . h-holy sh—”

“satoruuu!”

if geto was in his right state of mind he would’ve turned around with a quickness and forget this ever happened—but he’s not. his feet stayed planted, not daring move an inch closer. he hadn’t even realized be was starting to palm himself over his pants—already half hard. he could feel his heart in his throat as he took one step forward . . . and then another . . . anddd another.

he stopped once he could clearly hear the schlick schlick schlick noise of gojo pounding mercilessly into your poor pussy. he couldn’t see much but he could hear everything. he could hear your cute little pants and whines as you tried to poorly keep quiet, he could hear gojo muttering what must have been dirty promises into your ear, but in his opinion the best thing he heard was how sloppily you and gojo were kissing.

anytime your moans were becoming louder and more high pitched gojo would smash his lips into yours, shoving his tongue into your mouth without warning. gojo sucked your tongue into his mouth, a groan rumbling in his chest when he felt you tighten around him. “you taste like alcohol . . . you been drinking tonight love? is t-that why you’re being so—hah! fuckin’ loud? hm?” his ring and middle finger began toying with your clit and your lips started to tremble. hot, salty tears began to run down your cheeks making gojo giggle. “you’re s’cute when you cry, please cry more for me,” he cooed licking at the never ending stream of tears flowing from soon to be bloodshot eyes.

“you’re—you’re such a *sniffle* p-perv ‘toru,” you whined, tangling your fingers in his snow white locks. when you have a particularly harsh tug gojo’s knees buckled the tiniest bit, nearly making him lose his balance. “i see you’re feeling pretty mean huh? lets fix that . . . only thing i need you to feel is numb.” gojo removed his fingers from your clit and without warning shoved the digits between your lips. man oh man did you wish he would’ve taken those stupid gloves off, what you really needed in this moment was the feeling of gojo’s soft fingertips prodding at the back of your throat.

gojo slowed the pace of his thrusts, more focused on fucking your throat with his fingers. once he had his fix he removed his fingers from your mouth, smearing any excess saliva on your lips and chin. he slowly pulled his dick out, the moonlight mixed with the dim light from the bonfire making him glisten with your slick.

“n-no! no no don’t do that here someone will definitely hear me ‘toru,” you pouted, knowing good and well what gojo’s intentions were. gojo hummed as he rubbed his fingers between your soaked folds, pretending to to thinking about the consequences of his actions before giggling once more. “oh well!” he smiled, inserting his fingers into your pussy, immediately finding that spot that had your eyes rolling into the back of your head.

“god do you hear how wet you are? such a slutty fuckin’ pussy goddamn,” gojo growled, adding his thumb to the mix by rubbing your almost painfully sensitive clit. you didn’t know how the fuck he was holding you so steady with one arm but you couldn’t even bother to care, too focused on your upcoming orgasm. “p-please . . . please add ‘nother finger ‘toru i need it,” you gasped loudly, back arching against the tree when you felt gojo begin to suck at your breasts over the thin material of your dress. gojo added another finger, increasing his pace until he felt your legs begin to shake.

he brought his lips close to your ear, nibbling and sucking at the lobe. “you’re so lucky we have to walk in front of everyone once we’re done or i would’ve torn this dress to pieces,” his words had your toes curling, and your eyes rolling back for the umpteenth time as your pussy squeezed around his fingers.

while you were quickly chasing your peak geto was trying his absolute hardest not to reach his just yet. his pants were pulled down just enough to let his aching dick out and he wasted no time stroking himself to your pretty moans.

it was no secret to the three of you that geto had found you attractive—shit with the way gojo boasts about your guys’ sex life how could he not be curious??? yes curiosity. that’s all that this was. once he got off he would walk away and never think or speak of it ever. but he couldn’t help but think of the next time he sees you walking around with a limp and accidentally starts to wonder what positions gojo could’ve possible put you in . . . or wonder how brutally he had fucked your throat when he hears how hoarse your voice sounds.

his thoughts were interrupted by a high pitched moan that was quickly cut off by what he assumed was gojo’s lips on yours. he heard gojo say in a teasing tone ‘you tryin’ to baptize me over here?’ and he nearly cummed imagining your fucked out face and trembling legs.

a spurt of cum landed on your thigh and gojo tsked, shaking his head. “that won’t do, gotta be inside you now so i can finish inside,” he hummed, realigning his dick with your entrance. he pushed in with one swift thrust and that’s when your finally felt your brain turn into a muddled pile of nothing but lust and want. although it was dark gojo could still see the dazed look in your eyes and it brought a blissed out smile to his lips, which were now stained red from your lip gloss.

“c’mon baby talk to me, how do you feel?” gojo purred, pressing his forehead against yours. your words kept getting caught in your throat and all you could mutter out was a pathetic ‘feels s’gooood’. gojo could slowly feel himself begin to crumble, mumbling out incoherent sentences along with you. “i know baby i—shit, i know. feel so good ‘round me, so perfect you’re so perfect gimme a kiss,” he smushed his lips against yours with a clash of tongue and teeth—his fav kinda kisses.

“gotta big load for you baby, c’mon cum with me i know you can do it,” gojo’s words of encouragement finally brought you to your peak and this time you both just let it out. every pushed down moan and groan could be heard from anywhere if anyone paid close enough attention but neither of you could find it in you to care. gojo’s hips stilled as he emptied himself inside you, his tongue lolling out in the process. you were quick to bring your hands to his soft locks, gently scratching his scalp. “don’t do that, gonna make me too tired for the drive home,” he chuckled, giving your sweaty neck a sloppy kiss.

“speaking of, how am i supposed to walk with all this in me it’s a lot satoruuu,” you whined, feeling the urge to smack gojo on the back of the head for tearing your panties in two. gojo sighed, stroking your bare thigh gently with his thumb muttering something along the lines of ‘i’ll handle it’.

while you and gojo took a minute to regroup from your intense fuck session, geto was regrouping himself from possibly the most intense orgasm he’s ever had. of course he felt disgusted with himself for spying on his best friend fucking his girlfriend but he also wanted more???

this was definitely going to be a problem.

#my writing #gojo smut #satoru smut #jjk gojo #gojo x reader #gojo satoru x reader #jjk smut #jujutsu kaisen smut #gojo satoru smut #jujutsu kaisen x reader

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shawtuzi · 9 months

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→ WIFELY DUTIES + the daily life of Uzui Tengen's pretty little housewife.

CONTENT WARNINGS + afab reader, smut, mature language, explicit adult content, general submissive/dominant behavior, sub choso, dom reader, oral sex (m receiving), swallowing, unprotected sex, feminists will not like this, pregnancy kink, breastfeeding/lactation kink, oral sex (f and m), facefucking, pet names, dumbification, teasing, orgasm denial, masturbation, unprotected sex, creampie, thighriding, impregnation kink

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Or.al. Tengen walks into your home and finds that it’s shining and spotless. He hangs his coat up and leaves his shoes at the door before looking around. Uzui peaks his head in the kid’s room to find them asleep and tucked in properly. He heads into the kitchen and finds that dinner is still warm and ready for him. His heart swells with pride when he enters your shared bedroom to find you resting from a long day of cooking a meal, watching after the children, and cleaning the place top to bottom. Your husband gets to his knees at the edge of the bed, resting between your silken thighs. “You’re amazing, you know that?” He swallows thickly as his lips curl around your puffy cl.it, licking up and drinking every drop that his skilled tongue coaxes out of your sopping wet hole. “Deserve every bit of this and more.” His praise vibrates against your sensitive slit. He lets you rut your pus.sy against his slick face and chase your pleasure, the stress from the day being released soon enough when your c.um runs down your adoring husband’s chin.

Bre.astfeeding/lactation. When you got pregnant and went through your entire pregnancy, and eventually gave birth, he was always there for you every step of the way. There were times when you felt insecure about your changing body but Tengen always assured you that you were no less attractive. “Motherhood could never be anything less than beautiful.” One thing in particular that your husband loves about your new maternal body is the way your bre.asts have grown so large to accommodate your milk. "Thank you," He leaves gentle kisses on you as he fondles your plush body. "Thank you for having my babies." They swell and bounce beautifully every time you move and even more when he’s got you squirming underneath him. “Love you-” He kisses down your collarbone and chest. “Mhmm. Love you so fucking much, Y/N.” Before his lips wander down your round t.its. Uzui gently fondles one and sucks harshly on the other, drawing your sweet nectar out of the swollen nipple. “Your body's so perfect like this.” Tengen manages to praise you over and over again even with mouthfuls of your milk flowing down his throat and dribbling down the corners of his mouth.

Pet names. He calls you honey so often. It just feels so domestic to him and when he turned you into his pretty little housewife, the babies and princesses kind of slowed and became replaced with more wifely names. “Honey,” He comes up behind you and wraps an arm around your waist, hugging your body close to his (despite the fact that you’re in the middle of preparing lunch for the kids before they go to school). Your husband kisses your cheeks softly and smiles when he feels your skin warm up under his lips. “Wish I could stay home all day with you and do this.” Of course, he’d rather not go to work but Uzui imagines what the two of you could get up to and contemplates resigning. It’s expected to rain later. You two could stay in bed all day, fu.cking softly and cuddling - two naked bodies in love and forgetting that time exists.

Org.asm denial. Tengen’s got two fingers massaging all of the right spots deep inside of your contracting hole. He knows where exactly to press and he’s always sure to use his expertise against your needy body. His thumb swipes across your slick nub, giving you everything you need to cu.m hard. “You wanna cu.m, love?” You nod frantically, hands running through his long snowy locks and your mouth releasing a constant string of begs and moans. Pathetic little whines that he loves so much. Uzui's quick fingers slow considerably, forcing your moans to climb in frustrated pitch until his movements stop. The confused and annoyed look on your face is almost like a reward. “You think I’m gonna let you cu.m like that, so easily?” He questions, fingers exiting your pus.sy and forcing their way into your mouth. He only removes them when he’s hovering over you and can properly lean down to settle a glob of spit on your tongue. His long spindly digits reenter to fu.ck his saliva down your throat and force you to gag. "You don't deserve to, baby. Not with dinner being late two nights in a row." You apologize though his fast moving hands but it’s not enough. Once he settles on punishing you, there’s no way around it - not until you’re shaking and shivering beneath him and begging him to let you cu.m.

Thigh riding. He huffs when he sees you pouting at the edge of the bed, watching him get dressed for work. “I’m sorry, honey. You know I have to take this overtime though.” Uzui isn’t surprised when your pout doesn’t vanish. The look in your eyes is one that he knows very well. You avoid his eyes when they grow darker. “Do you need a little attention, pretty girl?” He crosses the room, hands idly buckling his belt since he’s still bent on leaving for work within the hour. He sits on the edge of the bed with you, manspreading and inviting you to straddle a thigh. His muscle is welcoming under the fit of the tight fabric. The rough material is expensive as ever, thanks to the salary he earns, but the price doesn’t matter in the slightest when he’s got you gliding across him and making a mess. “C’mon, love.” He urges you to cu.m fast, checking his watch and praying there isn’t much traffic on the way into the office. “Make a pretty little mess on me.” His work clothes become drenched in your juices quickly. The scratch of his pants hits your oversensitive cl.it every time you ride upwards against your husband's body. He presses his hands onto your waist to move you with more fever, ignoring the stir in his pants at the sight of you - pretty t.its bouncing in his face and wetness soaking through his clothes as you use him to get yourself off. You squeeze your arms around his neck and pull his body closer. “Oh, fuck Uzui- fuuuckk.” You cry out as your cl.it spasms, causing a splash in his lap. Your nails get stuck in the fabric of his button up shirt as you cling to him. Your husband nuzzles his face into your neck to breathe you in and commit every part of you to memory to get him through work but before he can stop himself, he’s checking his watch and determining that there’s enough time for more than this. His strong hands shift you to his other thigh. “Get the other one messy too, mommy.”

Crea.mpie. The kitchen counter is cool against your naked tits as your husband presses you further into the marble, fucking you hard from behind. "You're doing so well, taking care of the house and kids while I'm away at work," He moans, pumping into you and praising you at the same time. Uzui looks around the house, searching for fault… for imperfection. There’s no mistake to be found though. You’re the perfect housewife. You moan beneath him, even trying to muffle your sounds of pleasure into your hands in case the kids aren’t fully asleep yet. Uzui’s palms land on the plush of your hips, fucking you the way you deserve. "I think you can handle another kid, don’t you?” Your days are already filled but, the ecstasy that’s clouding your mind halts you from rejecting the notion of getting pregnant again and the feeling of your husband fucking his seed deep into you, no sign of stopping or slowing, pushes you over the edge too.

Single masturbation. You feel Tengen’s eyes raking over your quivering body. “Can do better than this, honey. I’ve seen you do better.” Your shy fingers grace over your silky lips as you play with your pussy for your husband. One hand begins to work your cunt open, the other squeezes and pinches at an erect nipple and when he reprimands you. You spread those legs wider and moan even sluttier - determined to have his neglected cock straining in his boxers. "That’s right, honey. Show me what you do to yourself when I'm working late. I deserve to know, don’t I?” His gaze causes your hand to stutter on your own pussy, nervous moans filling the room. Your cum coats your hand and you look at the dripping fingers in humiliation - an expression that he chooses to ignore. “I can’t believe I miss this cute little show all the time.” He teases, “You’re going to have to show it to me more often.” Your husband crosses the room, unbuckling the belt to reward you with the real thing.

Throat-fucking. "Come on, sweetie." His hands cradle the back of your head, a harsh grip. "Service your hard-working husband." Uzui eases his dick in further, ignoring your coughs. He won't let you fucking suffocate. "Take it in your throat." His commands are as harsh as his words. You get used to the girthy appendage fucking into your throat quickly and swallow around it, throat squeezing it tightly and slicking it up perfectly. It's not long before he's got his head thrown back and moaning your name. Your husband bucks his hips upwards to feel as much of your mouth as possible. "Gonna fill your cheeks up, love." The wet squelches from your mouth bounce off the walls before his moans join in to create a harmony of sin.

#lemme tell you sum….#THIS??? RIGHT HERE????#brb i’m gonna go read it again #lexy recs ✧･ﾟ: *✧･ﾟ

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shawtuzi · 9 months

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hi bb omg tysm for the love on my lil armin hcs 😩🫶🏾i genuinely was just shitposting when i made that so to see of my favorite writers reblog my work gave me lifeeeee so i had to pop in and say hi

also the way you write eren is amazing i don’t know how u capture his sexiness so well, but never stop. it’s top tier <3

omg honey u have no idea the things those hcs made me feel ur mind is SOOOO powerful srsly!!! i’m so happy you enjoy my writing n i can’t wait to read some more of urs ily ily ily thank u sm for the love <333

#lexy speaks ✧･ﾟ: *✧･ﾟ #moots <3

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shawtuzi · 9 months

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I need one with eren talking you through it, when its ROUGH (...and maybe a daddy kink)

ouuuu…..i like the way you think (i made this a plug!eren drabble bc i miss him)

cw include: black fem!reader, bratty reader like real bad, it’s a little angsty but y’all already know i cant resist a happy ending, levi makes the briefest appearance i don’t even mention his name lmao (he’s the supplier), eren is pretty rough, spanking, pain play??? idk man, unprotected sex, daddy kink, overstimulation, spitting, choking, lots of dirty talk, reader eventually passes out from the overstimulation but don’t worry there is aftercare///NOT PROOFREAD

“how much longer ren m’so bored,” you sighed leaning your head against the window. eren looked at the gps on his phone muttering out, “should be there in ten more minutes.” he made a mental note to drive a little more carefully so you wouldn’t bump your head against the window, afraid that would make you more crabby than you already were.

the two of you were on the way to his suppliers house and the long drive had you crawling out of your skin, you were so damn bored. he insisted you stay home knowing you hated long drives but you being you said otherwise and joined him anyways. “ten more minutes?! i feel like we’ve been driving for hoursss,” you puffed air through your cheeks and closed your eyes hoping the next time you opened them you’d be there.

after fifteen minutes you finally made it to your destination mumbling out a ‘fucking finally’ that didn’t go unnoticed by eren. “stay here i’ll be back in a few,” he spoke softly giving your forehead a kiss before making his way into the house. another ten minutes passed and eren still hadn’t come out making your mood even more sour. you nibbled on your lip contemplating if you should knock on the door— the angel on your shoulder was telling you to stay in the car and wait patiently, maybe even apologize for being so bratty. the devil on the other hand was telling you to storm in the house and tell eren to speed up the process.

before you even knew it you were getting out of the car and knocking on the door, your bracelets jangling on your wrist as you did so. “who the fuck is it?” someone yelled from behind the door making you jump. “uhm— i’m looking for my boyfriend…eren,” you said back, feeling your heart rate begin to speed up.

a few seconds later the door swung open and there eren was, a confused look on his face. “i thought i told you to wait in the car,” he sighed trying his absolute hardest to be patient with you. you put your hand on your hip, your brows furrowing “you were taking too long and i’m ready to go.” eren grabbed your arm and yanked you in the house before shutting the door, “look i’ll be done in a few just wait her—” you interrupted eren with a sharp ‘no i wanna go now!’

eren’s face turned stoic, showing no emotion as you threw your little temper tantrum. just as you finished your bratty rant a man a few inches taller than you came out of literally nowhere and handed eren a backpack, “sorry for the wait i’ll see you same time again next week.” eren nodded and dapped the man up before ushering you out of the door, not saying a word. he was absolutely fuming meanwhile you were as happy as could be because you were finally heading back home.

the drive back was eerily silent, not even the radio was on it was almost like eren wanted you to know he was irritated with you. finally he spoke up, “why did you act like that?” he asked not taking his eyes off the road. “like what?….” you mumbled knowing good and well what he was talking about. eren let out a long sigh, clenching his jaw tightly. “like a fucking brat,” he spat out now looking over at you. it was silent for a few moments only making him more upset, “answer me y/n,” he commanded making you shrink into your seat.

you didn’t even have it in you to give him a snarky remark. it was still radio silence and that’s what finally made eren pull over on the side of the road. eren grabbed a half smoked blunt from the ashtray sitting in the center console before sparking it, not even bothering to crack a window.

“that guy is like my fucking boss y/n you know this, and you also know he doesn’t tolerate any bullshit i’ve told you this countless times. you’re lucky he didn’t see you throwing your little temper tantrum,” eren didn’t raise his voice not once but you still felt like crying from embarrassment. “m’sorry ren i was just so bored—” eren cut you off quickly holding his hand up. “i told you you’d be better off staying at our place while i went didn’t i?” you didn’t say anything instead you just nodded your head. “you insisted on coming though and when i told you to behave yourself just a for little what did you do?” he asked cocking his eyebrow. you stared down at your lap, twirling the promise ring he’d recently bought for you around your finger. “i was acting out,” you mumbled feeling a stray tear begin to make its way down you cheek, eren was quick to wipe it away though.

eren took a long hit of the blunt before setting it aside, taking your hands in his much larger ones. “hey none of that crying shit now okay? i’m not mad at you,” he said in a much gentler tone. for the first time in what felt like ages you finally looked him in the eye. “promise you aren’t mad?” you sniffled, your eyes glassy with unshed tears. he hummed pressing a kiss to the promise ring, “i promise.” eren reached over and unbuckled your seatbelt, maneuvering you onto his lap. “could never be mad at you even if i should be,” he chuckled pressing a soft kiss to the side of your head. he leaned in closer till his lips were by your ear before whispering, “but that doesn’t mean you’re off the hook.”

the rest of the drive home your heart was practically pumping out of chest as you wondered what eren planned to do with you. sure he always threatened to bend you over his lap or use you to get himself off and leave you high and dry but he never actually acted upon it. “go inside and wait in the room for me i just gotta make a call real quick,” he pressed a kiss to your trembling hand before sending you on your way. you were petrified yet confusingly excited for eren had in store for you.

‘new level’ by a$ap ferg blasted throughout the cars speakers as eren smoked away the remainder of the blunt he had. he didn’t really have someone to call he just wanted a little time to plot, smoking always brought out the creative side in him. “what am i gonna do with her?” eren hummed, bringing the blunt to his lips.

while eren was still scheming in the car, you were sitting as still as a statue on your shared bed, hands folded in your lap. you were getting a little worried when ten minutes had passed and he still hadn’t come in, but you worries were washed away when you heard the door open. eren made a pit stop at the fridge and grabbed two water bottles before making his way to your room. he had ditched the hoodie he was wearing, leaving him in his tight long sleeve shirt and sweatpants.

he stared at you for a moment, his eyes red and glassy. “take your clothes off, no talking” was all he said and you made work to rid yourself of your crop top and mini skirt. goosebumps began to cover your skin, your nipples hardening from the cool air as well.

eren slowly walked over to the bed, admiring your beauty and obedience before gripping your jaw roughly. “you’re real spoiled y’know that?” his voice held no emotion as he continued to keep your jaw in his grip, squeezing ever so softly to make your lips pucker up. you attempted to apologize, keyword attempted, but it only made eren laugh. “nah i don’t think you’re really sorry, but you will be,” he took a seat next to you on the bed and pointed at his lap. you looked at him with wide eyes and it took everything in him to not crack on the spot.

you slowly but surely laid your body over his lap to which he responded with a low ‘that’s my pretty girl’. he ran his hands over your ass cheeks, feeling up the petal soft skin before giving your right cheek a quick slap. you squealed out his name but he only responded with another slap, this time a little tougher than the last. “shut your mouth before i shut it for you and trust me you don’t want me to do that,” he gave your left cheek three quick slaps, making your body jolt. you were in so much stinging pain you hadn’t even noticed your pussy was dripping wet, making a damp spot on eren’s sweats.

eren swiped two fingers through your sopping folds, a low groan rumbling in his chest at the feeling of your essence coating his digits. “looks like your enjoying this shit a little more than you should huh? so fuckin’ nasty,” he spanked your pussy and that’s when you finally let out a broken moan. eren licked his lips and did it again, and again, and again until your thighs clenched together, the damp spot on eren’s sweats growing by the second. eren threw his head back laughing like something genuinely funny had happened. he lowered his head, bringing his lips extremely close to your ear, “did you just cum from getting your slutty little pussy slapped? hm?”

you were too embarrassed to say anything and just nodded, but that wasn’t enough for eren. his fingers made their way back to your pussy, spreading open your lips before pressing down harshly on your clit. “if you want me to move my fingers i need to hear your voice loud and clear mama,” he pinched your clit harshly and you whined, gripping the soft material of his sweatpants between your trembling fingers. “yes…that’s what i came from,” you mumbled into his thigh, your ears burning from embarrassment. eren yanked your head up by you braids and pinched your clit once more, he wasn’t even close to satisfied with your answer.

“and what exactly did you cum from hm? say that shit or the only way you’ll be getting off tonight is by grinding on my shoes.” he didn’t mean it but from the look on your face you thought he was deadass. it was hilarious to him. “i—i came from you…” eren began to rub quick little circles on your poor clit. “came from what mama? go ‘head and say it.” tears were beginning to pool at your lash line—god this was so humiliating. “i came from you slapping my—hah! m-my pussy! i came from that and it was so—so good p-please do it again!” eren halted his movements, an evil grin making its way onto his lips.

with ease he had lifted you off his lap and had you flat on your back. “you should know better than to ask for shit during your punishment…but i guess all that pretty little head knows is how to spot expensive shit from a mile away and taking dick,” his words were harsh, sure, but that didn’t mean they didn’t have your pussy clenching around nothing. he’s never been this way with you and honestly it was a trip! maybe you’d have to start pissing him off more oft—

“hey? you listening to me?” eren snapped his fingers in front of your face, bringing you back to reality. “yes, yes m’sorry im listening,” eren hummed and gave your forehead a sweet kiss, mumbling something about how the safe-word was ‘red’. “you know i love you more than anything in this world right?” he spoke softly, pulling down his sweatpants and briefs. you looked him in his eyes, giving him a small smile “yes of course i know that ren.” eren swiped his dick between your soaked folds, making sure to bump at your clit with his tip. “good….because m’not gonna lie im about to fuck you like i don’t,” before you could even process his words he fully sheathed himself inside of you.

you tried to pull away but eren made quick work to push your knees to your shoulders, keeping you in the most intense mating press he’s ever had you in. he’d usually prep you a bunch but unfortunately for you that wasn’t happening tonight. “you good?” he spoke softly, tapping your cheek a few times. although the stinging stretch was a bother you had no intentions on stopping him, which is why you were quick to nod your head letting him know all was well.

eren took that as his sign to start giving you rough, deep strokes. “cant believe after all the times we’ve fucked you’re still so goddamn tight,” he growled, slapping your face. it caught you completely off guard by mannn did you fucking love it. “do t-that again—smack me,” eren breathlessly chuckled and happily smacked you once again, giving the stinging skin a wet kiss afterwards.

“f-fuck open your mouth,” you opened your mouth and stuck out your tongue with zero hesitation, moaning loudly when a glob of spit fell from eren’s lips and into your mouth. “what do you say?” eren picked up the pace of his thrusts, the harsh claps of his thighs against your reddening up his skin. “thank you—thank you daddy! s-shit m’gonna cum!” you squeezed around eren like a vice, nearly forcing him to halt his movements. “that was good,” he hummed, giving your sweaty forehead kiss.

“but we’re not done yet.”

45 minutes later…..

“oh my fuckin’ goodness,” you sobbed into the pillow eren had pushed your face into. six damn orgasms and he was still showing no signs of stopping. he really was fucking you like he hated your guts. “i know baby, i know. feels good yeah?” eren whispered in your ear, nibbling on the lobe. he had you in backshots previously, but after your sixth orgasm your body had collapsed onto the mattress. he wasn’t even thrown off, instead he just pressed his chest against your back and slowly rocked into you. the damp sheets were now grinding roughly onto your clit and it had you seeing stars.

eren had came three times, each time inside your pussy making an even bigger mess. if your mind wasn’t so fuzzy you would’ve gotten embarrassed from how loud the squelching sounds of your pussy were, but fortunately for you you could barely even remember your name let alone background noise. “that’s right baby just keep on takin’ it don’t run from it,” he moaned directly into your ear as he emptied his fourth load into your spent pussy. surely he was done now right??? wrong. so so wrong.

“eren—daddy i don’t think i can take no more,” you whimpered in defeat as he turned you on your back once more. eren settled on his knees, wrapping your legs around his waist. “you wanna use the safe word?” he queried, stuffing any cum that seeped out of your pussy back into you. when he was met with silence he smirked. “yeah that’s what a thought.”

he tapped his tip against your swollen clit before slipping back into your pussy, groaning at the warmth that enveloped him. “such a pretty lil thing i love you so so much. my sweet girl mmm you’re my sweet girl right? all mine?” he was now babbling nonsense just as much as you were. in the process of fucking you dumb he had also managed to fuck himself stupid. figures.

“o-oh! yes ren m’all y-yours!” you let out a pornographic moan and eren quickly silenced you by wrapping his hand around your throat. there was pressure but not enough to fully block your airway. eren used his free hand to rub sloppy circles on your clit with his thumb, making your body full tense up. ‘cumming…cumming’ was all you managed to get out before a stream of clear liquid hit eren’s pelvis and yet he still did not stop.

“yeah that’s right let it out baby c’mon gimme some more,” eren pulled out and began aggressively tapping his tip against your clit. your back arched off the bed as you squirted again and that’s when you blacked out. eren made quick work to lay down and pull your shaking body into his, mumbling out praises left and right. “c’mon baby come back to me…that’s it there you go, my sweet girl—my precious girl,” when your eyes cracked open you were met with eren’s angelic face smiling down at you. you sniffled, burying your face in his neck. “i’m sorry…sorry for acting out, won’t do it again i promise,” you mumbled giving his neck little kisses.

eren shook his head, that was the least of his concerns all he wanted to do in this moment was coddle you and love on you with everything he had. “don’t worry about that mama, you just worry about regulating your breathing yeah? take a few deep breathes with me,” that helped immensely and although you were ready to go tf to bed you still needed to be cleaned up… and so did eren….and so did the blankets and sheets. “don’t fall asleep on me just yet princess, m’gonna run you a bath okay?” he waited for you to nod in understanding before picking up your limp body and bringing you to the bathroom.

he filled the bath with hot water and your favorite scented bath salts before setting you in there (but not before testing the water to make sure it didn’t scald your skin ofc). while you relaxed your sore muscles in the bath eren changed the sheets, he couldn’t help but smirk at the huge wet spot along with multiple little damp spots on the material.

“how you feeling mama?” he asked as soon as he walked back into the bathroom. you hummed, looking up at him with nothing but pure love and adoration. “sore…and i still need to wrap my hair up…” you trailed off making eren chuckle. he leant down giving your lips one, two, three kisses the last one being longer than the others. “don’t worry about that i’ll take care of it when you get out,” you let out a sigh of relief and eren laughed once again.

man did this man fucking love you. that’s why he got your eyes tatted on his forearm the very next day heje

#i just fell to my knees #dear god bro #eren smut #eren yeager smut #eren jaeger smut #eren x black reader #eren x black fem!reader #eren yeager x black reader #eren jaeger x black reader #attack on titan smut #aot smut

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shawtuzi · 9 months

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bedroom stats with armin!

hi guys im back, this is not to b taken seriously but i had to get these lil armin hcs out my drafts so enjoy! <3

content warnings: uh..smut!

yeah that’s about it. let me know if i missed anythin in the notes !

im not gonna say “armin likes missionary because hes shy/inexperienced >.<“ because not only is that played out, it’s not even true!!

armin’s thing is backshots w you on your stomach. pillow underneath you for optimal comfort, but sometimes if he’s in a rush, he doesn’t mind using the wall to serve his purpose

yes there are marks from where your neck and chest have mushed themselves into the drywall, forehead smearing sweat against eggshell paint as you revel in how fucking good he feels

he’s so fucking analytical in everything he does, even down to sex positions and what angles hit deepest when he’s fucking you..

Talks You Through It™️

im so deadass.

he loves watching you shiver as his lips come into range, his breath heady as it ghosts along your nervous system, your body zoned in on the sensation that is armin whispering utter filth as he rocks into you again, and again, and again

“i know, i know—“ you’re pushing his lower stomach in protest, his tip poking and prodding sweet moans out of you, body waivering when he molds himself into your cervix for just a second, retreating only to seemingly go even deeper on the next stroke

“move your fuckin’ hand.” is almost a whisper when he says it. but his voice is so deep and so sensuous when it slithers through you like that. naturally, your hand goes limp

“f-feel you in my stomach..”

“just means i got you to feel good.”

prefers to give over receive, less for you more for him

armin arlert relaxes by slurping up pussy juice and honestly, good for him!

does a lot of grunting during sex but his voice is just so breathy so it comes out angelic as fuck mmm

armin is also a whisperer during sex like he loves watching u shiver when he gets real close, body already being propelled from the momentum of him fucking you but when he starts whispering nasty shit in your ear as though he’s not in your guts???

just mm.

throws his head back when he’s about to cum

yes with a lip bite cause for some strange reason he tries not to moan like you don’t love that shit..but go off i suppose

physically speaking no his dick is not enormous but it really makes no difference cause honey

stroke game gives rock the boat, rock the boat

im sorry i really wanted to add that AHAHA

nah but armin’s coming in at like 6.5 hard

and that’s ok!

also contrary to popular belief armin is an ass man.

it’s something about a nice ass and pair of thighs that’s gonna get him hard without fail, as he should

eats it from the back too

no i will not elaborate further

also loves it when you break script and don’t play along

he’s always had a thing for the “taming a bad girl” fantasy, possibly attributed to his rule-following mentality with everything else, but hey what do i know

calls u “nasty girl” when you’re getting nutted on

rubs it in w the tip after facials..

armin is a freak y’all better act like you know

#omg.#lexy recs ✧･ﾟ: *✧･ﾟ

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shawtuzi · 9 months

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just popping in to say that plug!eren has multiple tattoos dedicated to you and the gag is he got half of them before y’all even reached one year of being together lmao. he’s got your name tatted on his hip bone, the date you got together on his ring finger, your eyes tatted on his forearm, and your lipstick print on his neck….yeah he’s obsessed bad.

#and ofc the lipstick print tat is on the most sensitive part of his neck so he literally melts when you kiss/suck on it <\\3 #i almost let the horny thots take over but i contained muself #on that note i think i’m gonna start answering requests again so pls send some in!!#lexy speaks ✧･ﾟ: *✧･ﾟ #eren x black reader #eren yeager x black reader

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shawtuzi · 9 months

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important pls read !

hey everyone, i rlly hate to do this fr. i told myself this was the last thing i ever wanted to do but i have no other choice. i’m falling behind on rent that’s due the fifth of august and only have $200 out of $750. since my job has been cutting my hours drastically, i’ve been behind on rent and utilities for five months straight and only make $230 a week which isn’t nearly enough to cover all of my bills on top of caring for myself and saturn (my cat). i’ve been on the hunt for a new job and haven’t been able to find one yet. i fear that my landlord will evict me if i continue being late on my payments, and i cannot afford to lose my home. i’ve recently had a major surgery that took a toll out of my mental state, so for the past three months i’ve been extremely depressed and in the worst shape. it’s causing me to lose motivation to better my life but i am trying. if anyone is willing to help me i’d be EXTREMELY grateful. i have cashapp & kofi. anything would be helpful and if you can’t donate i’d appreciate if you’d boost this message. thank you. ♡

#boosting!!

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shawtuzi · 9 months

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i’m still deciding whether i want to write for ellie or abby in my next tlou fic but until then pls enjoy these construction worker!eren hc’s bc i am sooo thirsty for him

cw include: black fem!reader, lots of fluff, lots of smut, eren being the cutest thing ever

sfw

construction worker!eren whose only dream in this life is to have a pretty wife with a litter of kids and a big ass house to go with it. he’s already slipped a gorgeous fat rock on your finger and talks of getting pregnant with your first child were slowly but surely happening which meant he was getting closer and closer to what he truly wanted most.

construction worker!eren who is a total mommas boy!! his mom is so very dear to him and to know she adores you just as much as him makes him so so happy.

construction worker!eren who looks so cute in his everyday work outfit. whenever he’s got his hard hat on around you you can’t help but knock on it a few times but it’s okay he thinks it’s super cute.

construction worker!eren who starts his day a six-thirty every morning and is always home by five o’clock on the dot. his morning routine consists of giving your forehead and lips a sweet good morning kiss as soon as his eyes open, a quick fifteen minute shower with music softly playing in the back (usually the trapsoul album by bryson tiller), making a big ass pot of coffee bc lord knows he’ll need it with the airheads he works with, quadruple checking to make sure there’s food in the fridge and pantry for you, another sweet kiss to your lips before he heads out, and then spending five minutes trying to pry you off of him while you beg him to take the day off. “m’sorry sugarplum i cant take off today, gotta save up for that big house we want you know how it is,” he’d always say before shushing your whines with a kiss full of tongue n passion.

construction worker!eren who is so tired and sore when he gets off work but is never too sore to accept one of your bone crushing hugs as soon as he walks through the door to your shared apartment. he’s always extra careful to make sure his hands that are usually covered in residue don’t touch your clothes even though you could literally care less.

construction worker!eren who facetimes you everyday around the same time to enjoy your company while he’s on his lunch break. usually the conversations consists of you telling him to make sure he’s applying a lot of sunscreen (bc this heat was nothing to play about), your plans for what you were making for dinner, and if anyone happened to piss him off that day you’ll surely hear about it.

“how’s your lunch?” you asked giving eren a loving smile as you watched him practically devour the leftover lasagna from last nights dinner. he wiped his mouth with a napkin before speaking, a content smile on his lips. “food is perfect honey tastes just as good as it did last night,” you smiled at his words but it faltered just the slightest bit when you saw how reddish pink his cheeks were. “baby have you put on any sunscreen yet? weather app says it’s supposed to be almost a hundred out today,” you pouted wishing so desperately that he was there so you could give his little sunburns kisses. eren observed his face in the tiny box on the corner of his phone, letting out a small hum. “don’t worry about me sugar i’ll put some on before we get off the phone,” he gave you a comforting smile which you returned. you folded your freshly manicured hands together before speaking, “so…for dinner i was thinking steak kabobs?” “now we’re fuckin’ talking”

construction worker!eren whose nicknames for you are sugar, sugarplum, honey, angel, and my honeysuckle (which is a type of flower heje)

construction worker!eren whose stomach is almost as big as his heart lol this man loves him a good home cooked meal!!! he doesn’t know what he did to deserve a wife who feeds him as good as you do but you best believe he thanks his lucky stars everyday for it. and yes he’s fs the kind of man to completely devour his food in record time meanwhile you’ve barely made a dent in yours, this usually leads to you splitting the rest of yours with him bc this man always has room to eat more food.

you had decided to make steaks for dinner and like usual eren had devoured his plate in less than ten minutes. “was it good my love?” you giggled taking a bite of the roasted potatoes you made as side. bc he had a full mouth all eren was able to get out was a satisfied sounding ‘mhm!’ eren had washed his dishes and put them away before making his way back to the table to keep you company while you continued to eat your food, love and adoration swarming in those jade irises of his. without a word you swiftly got out of your chair and got comfy on his lap. eren didn’t say a word but by the way he was looking at your plate you could tell he was dying for another bite. you cut off a piece of steak and held the fork up to his lips with a smile, “go ahead take a bite i know you wanna.” without a second thought eren took a bite and for the rest of dinner you took turns feeding him and yourself.

construction worker!eren who becomes even more attentive and loving than he already is once you’re finally pregnant!!! you have morning sickness?? he’s right behind you rubbing your back and even offers to brush your teeth for you after you’ve finished. you need your feet rubbed?? prop them up and he’ll get straight to work. he even takes more days off work than usual bc he misses your touch just as much as you miss his. ever since he found out there was a little him growing in you he frequently started talking to your belly.

construction worker!eren is a girl dad no ifs, ands, or buts!!!!! crazy story but he had the strongest feeling you were having a girl and low and behold on the day of your gender reveal you found out you were having a girl!! yes he cried like a baby himself and yes connie has it on video.

construction worker!eren who treats your daughter like she’s the finest china when she’s finally born :( the first time he did skin to skin contact with her he swore his heart was gonna explode with how much love his had for the tiny human in his arms. and once she was sound asleep in her lil bed he was quick to leave the hospital to buy you whatever foods you were craving—you deserved the best princess treatment for bringing his lil princess into the world.

construction worker!eren who keeps a polaroid pic of you, him, and your newborn daughter in his worn out wallet, showing it to everyone at his job…and a couple strangers….he rlly can’t help it you two are his pride and joy <333

“hey reiner did i ever show you this picture?” eren beamed holding up the polaroid in reiner’s face for the third time that day. reiner chuckled a bit before nodding, “yes eren you showed me, she’s a cute one you and y/n are lucky,” he smiled and eren nodded in agreement, still staring down at the picture. “yeah…m’the luckiest guy in the world aren’t i?”

nsfw

construction worker!eren who is six foot six and pure muscle. it’s a wonder how he eats so good and manages to look even better but hey! you weren’t complaining. he certainly was lacking down there either baby he’s the full package. his dicks eight and a half inches with two prominent veins on the underside that rubbed against your sensitive walls in the most delicious way possible.

construction worker!eren who has a raging breeding kink but is that really a surprise? whenever you two fuck and he’s able to rlly take his time with you i kid you not he has to cum inside you at least three times or he will not be satisfied. sometimes whenever he pulls out he’ll push down on your lower belly and watch his cum spill out with dark, predatory eyes. majority of the time he’ll use that as an excuse to fill you up for the umpteenth time bc he just cannot let any of his precious cum go to waste.

“so pretty,” eren had a lazy smile on his face as he watched three orgasms worth of cum ooze out of your puffy, spent pussy. just when you thought he had his fill and was ready for a much needed good nights rest you felt his one softening dick begin to harden up against your still trembling thighs. “eren…” you whimpered, but he just shushed you with a kiss mumbling a quick ‘jus one more’ before slipping back inside you with ease. he was extremely low on energy so he wasn’t quite able to fuck into you like a madman like he was before so he just settled for grinding into you. “o-oh honey! f-fuck!” you squealed wrapping your legs around his waist. between his swollen tip continuously bumping into your stomach, and the coarse hairs on his pelvis rubbing against your sensitive clit you were slowly but surely going dumb. “yeah jus’ like that, f-fuck yeah let daddy fuck a baby into you baby c’mon make me cum.”

construction worker!eren who is nawt a fan of quickies at all!! he’s a man that likes to savor the moment when it comes to sex and if he’s able to admire the faces and sounds you make then what’s the point?? when he’s got you all to himself expect to be occupied for the next couple of hours bc like i stated before he’s not satisfied until he’s cum in you at least three times and made you cum twice as much!!

construction worker!eren who is a certified MUNCH!!!! this man loves having his mouth on your pussy and yes if ur wondering he definitely eats it through your panties. he’s so sloppy and loud with it you’d almost be embarrassed if he didn’t completely turn you dumb whenever he tongue fucked your weeping pussy :(

“mm renny,” your brows scrunched together in pleasure as eren sloppily ran his tongue up and down your soaked folds. his hair was still damp from his shower and was slowly soaking the couch from the droplets falling from his locs but neither of you seemed to care. “couldn’t stop thinking about you today…i mean i already think of you all day but i kept thinking about you in that way and fuck it was so hard to focus. reiner almost ripped my head off from how distracted i was,” as he was talking he was pressing sloppy, wet kisses all over your cunt and the inside of your thighs. he inserted two fingers easily into your dripping center and couldn’t help the groan that rumbled in his chest when he saw how tight you were squeezing his fingers. “you got the prettiest pussy honey, you know that right?” he gave you a small smile before spitting directly on your clit making you jolt. you whined in embarrassment ofc and covered your face with a near throw pillow, whimpering out a pathetic ‘stop ren s’embarrasing.’ eren just hummed and attached his mouth back to your pussy, wrapping his slightly swollen lips around your throbbing clit, “m’never gonna fuckin stop my pretty little honeysuckle never ever.”

construction worker!eren who is a biggg fan of the 69 position. sometimes you suck him so good he tends to lose focus but you don’t mind in the slightest. your big strong man never stops working whether he’s on or off the clock so if he gets a little consumed in his own pleasure who are you to snap him out of it?? if you’re putting some serious work in he’ll moan n groan so loud into your pussy you could cum alone just from that!!

construction worker!eren who had the prettiest moans *sighs dreamily* he’s never shy to let you know you’re making him feel good and it’s so fucking hot hearing his breathy whines and moans especially when he accidentally overstimulates himself which he happens to do a lot heh. you’ve definitely had a couple complaints from neighbors bc of the noise but he don’t even give a fuck!! he knows it turns you on more than anything to hear him be so vocal so why on earth would he ever stop??

construction worker!eren who was soo nervous when you suggested having sex while you were pregnant. it was no problem for him at first but once you started showing that’s when the panic started to settle in—he was so afraid he’d accidentally hurt you or the baby that he kinda went on an sex hiatus much to your dismay, but after some convincing be finally gave in.

you were on your side and he was spooning you from behind, giving your shoulder or neck a kiss of encouragement every once in a while. “jus’ let me know if it hurts at all or you’re uncomfortable okay? cant believe you talked me into this…” eren mumbled into your shoulder. you replied with a soft ‘mhm’ your patience wearing thinner by the second. it had been a good couple of weeks since you and eren last had sex and you were almost sure you were beginning to lose your mind. you’d finally had enough when he came home from his morning jog looking like an absolute dream with his chest heaving and brown baby hairs sticking to his forehead. that’s how he ended up here: one hand securely holding onto your small bump while his other was slowly pushing his dick inside your awaiting entrance. “oh wow…” your eyes fluttered shut in pure bliss, toes curling once he bottomed out. “f-fuck that feel okay hun?” it felt more than okay. you brought your hand to your clit and began rubbing quick circles to dull out the stinging stretch. eren peeped this and replaced yours with his own, the rough pads of his fingers on your clit had your lips trembling. “y-you need to stop this—hah! sex strike and fuck me more please i—i miss this,” eren heard your plea and nodded feverishly. god was he a fool for ever depriving yourselves of each other, he will never be doing this again.

#eren smut #eren yeager smut #eren jaeger smut #aot smut #eren x black reader #eren x black fem!reader #eren fluff #eren yeager fluff #eren jaeger fluff

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we need more tlou content. your story with abby was sooo good 🫶

i totally agree are we feeling abby for the next fic or ellie??

#asks <3 #lexy speaks ✧･ﾟ: *✧･ﾟ

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oh my gawd i just cannot stop thinking about eren w a tongue piercing rn it’s killing me actually

listen listen just imagine how needy he’d be after like two and half weeks of no kissing you on your pretty, soft lips and sucking on your tongue or being able to make-out with your pussy omfg he’d just about die. he’d be so damn frustrated that he’d have no other choice but to take it out on your poor pussy, the sight of it glistening and squeezing around his dick so mf tight basically taunting him. and when he’s finally able to put that piercing to good use BABYYY HE DOES NOT DISAPPOINT!!! his hands are pushing against the backs of your knees to keep you from squirming while he slurps and sucks at your oh so sensitive clit, making sure to run the ball of the piercing over it just to feel you jolt. god and he’s moaning so fucking loud and making the most obscene slurping noises it’s got your cheeks flaming in embarrassment. and when he’s all done he squishes ur cheeks together and gives you sloppiest kiss of you life, his eyes rolling into the back of his head when you suck his tongue into your mouth.

#i am not okay rn #idk why i do these things to myself *sparks blunt in defeat*#eren smut #eren yeager smut #eren jaeger smut #aot smut #eren x black reader #eren x black fem!reader

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this is so short and not exactly my best work but i haven’t posted in ages <\\3 also i pictured construction worker!eren when writing this so do what you will with that information

“look at me eren,” you whined into his ear as he pounded into you with everything he had. eren groaned, his hips stuttering at your words. “can’t…can’t do it or i’ll cum,” he grunted, squeezing at the thickness of your thighs. there was so doubt eren had gone drunk on your pussy and you absolutely adoreddd when he got like this because he turned into a whole different person—someone you, and only you would ever see. the way he was so whiny and wanted to savor this moment for as long as he could but was also overstimulating himself beyond belief had you clenching around him every second which didn’t help him out at all. “stop squeezin’ so fuckin’ tight i know what you’re doing,” he growled digging his nails into your thighs. you pressed a kiss to the side of his head that was slightly damp with sweat, “c’mon baby look at me i-i need to—hah! see your pretty face to make me cum.” eren’s hips came to a quick halt, his breathing gone ragged. he let out a hushed ‘fuck’ before lifting his face from your neck, giving you the prettiest view of his swollen lips and pink flushed cheeks. “if i cum before you it’s all your fault,” was all he said before pulling his hips back and slamming them forward. he had half a mind to burrow his face back in your neck, but his plans were foiled when you brought your hands to his face to press his forehead against yours. “how are you even—ngh! s-shit how are you even fucking real jesus christ,” he let out possibly the most pathetic moan in human history before smashing his lips against yours. “e-eren eren eren! s-shittt,” you squealed wrapping your legs tightly around his waist as your pussy spasmed around his dick. at this point eren really didn’t give a fuck anymore about savoring the moment, all he wanted to do was fill your tummy up till you couldn’t take anymore and that’s exactly what he intended on doing. he finally lost it when you gave his hair a harsh tug, his hips stilling as he filled you up with every drop of cum he had to offer, some spilling out of pussy and dripping onto your once freshly washed sheets. he collapsed next to you and was quick to pull you into his chest, all while managing to keep his dick sheathed inside you. “feel better baby?” you asked after a few moments of letting him bask in his post orgasm bliss. eren hummed, his eyes finding yours. “wasn’t too rough was i? want me to run us a bath?” he asked before letting out a yawn that was very super cute might i add. you shook your head and gave his forehead a soft kiss, “i’m all good. you just relax for a little bit yeah? my hard working man.”

#eren smut #eren yeager smut #eren jaeger smut #aot smut #attack on titan smut #eren yeager

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shawtuzi · 9 months

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speak on it bc hood nigga eren and connie have me in the nastiest chokehold

i personally love it when y’all write anime men as hood niggas BUT that’s jus me 🤷🏾‍♀️

#all tatted up w grills and a bad attitude to everyone but their woman #can i get a yes lord

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shawtuzi · 9 months

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oh my god

⠀ ⠀ 𝒮𝒲ℰℰ𝒯 𝒫ℰ𝒜 .ᐟ

꒰ 𝐩𝐫𝐨𝐜𝐞𝐞𝐝 𝐰𝐢𝐭𝐡 𝐜𝐚𝐮𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧 . . . ꒱ 10.7k word count , bunny hybrid reader , black fem reader [ she / her prnz ] , age gap [ reader is 22 , eren is 37 ] , kind of mean eren at first :3 , mafia leader eren [ loosely mentioned ] , bisexual eren cuz i said sooo , brief male x male scene , lotsa teasing , some pining , oral sex [ r. receiving ] , fingering , anal play [ reader wears a plug ] , g spot milking , creampie , pet name usage [ reader calls eren papa && daddy ] + [ eren calls reader mama, baby, little girl, bun ] !

belladonna's note to you .ᐟ . . . she’z hereeeee ! ! ૮꒰ྀི ´∩∩ ꒱ྀིა i hope u enjoy my luviez 🤍 ! ! ! eren is nothin short of a lovestruck man in luv w his bbie bun :3 Minors Do Not Interact ! !

“mon ange . . .” dulcet. “ma beauté . . .” faint. “little bun . .” symphonic.

the world is murky — nothing makes sense. you discern blobs and shadows of all shapes and colors, milky and hazy. “hm.”

verity heaves its way toward you slow, moistening your mouth, clearing your vision, relaxing your muscles until you make out the one in front of you — of her. she sits beside you, upon your bed, gentle hand cradling your face whose thumb devotes tender strokes left then right against your cheekbone. “ah,” her voice is quiet. you appreciate that. “there’s our pretty girl.”

“mmm.”

your smile is inevitable. you hide it within the satin case that envelopes your firm pillow, turning your face away from hers to further escape her sweet coo’s. does she want you to wake up or remain sleeping?

“no, no — tch,” she clicks her tongue, leaning over onto you to wrap her arms around your frame and pull you upright as soon as she catches eye of your curled figure stilling itself once more. she ignores your whines and pouts while doing so, “none of that. up. breakfast time, baby.” you’re not a morning person — mikasa knows this. the entire coalition knows this, nevertheless, you’re on a strict schedule. essentially the moment you found yourself branded as theirs, as his, it was introduced to you and maintained.

“jus’ ten more minutes, mika,” you’re sighing sweetly while she tips herself over to grab the tray adjacent from your bed, positioned upon your nightstand. only ten more, that’s all you need. nobody will know.

eyes of softened silver gaze over into yours through pieces of wispy, black flyaways. her hair is up today, in a pretty bun . . you love it like this. “ten more?” she’s given you more time before, made sure you promised to keep it a secret only shared between the two of you and you’re already fully prepared to hold your little pinkie up and nuzzle back down into your warm pocket of comfort, albeit, she’s setting the lap tray down, right over your knees. “gosh, but sash’ already made your favorite roasted potato and chorizo hash and . . mm, berry yogurt? and is that,” she gives a little gasp, eyes focused on the tall, heart shaped glass with a translucent curly straw inside that holds a thick, pink concoction with a sliced strawberry snug on the rim and granola sprinkled upon the surface. “a strawberry banana nut smoothie?”

your eyes are wide, plump lips popped open at the simple rarity. “she didn’t.”

“she did.”

given the amount of times you’ve begged and pleaded and pulled out those big, doe eyes veiled over with dew, sasha has always refused to give in and make it for you on the dime. she saves it for ‘ noteworthy occasions. ‘ your pretty lips are wrapped around the straw without a moment’s hesitation. rich and earthy, sweet and tart, the flavors explode against your tongue and, you think, directly amplify your serotonin levels. “he’s coming back?” you know what this means.

this is a happy drink — your favorite breakfast foods, one of your favorite people greeting you upon the new day’s early hours . .

mikasa’s smile is delicate. she lifts her wrist and looks at her watch — it’s dainty, chain linked, and a glittering gold. it matches the one you’ve seen on annie and pieck. sasha, too. “i’d say in about . . five to six hours, baby.”

your ears, previously flopped against the sides of your head, so long that they graze the hills of your shoulders, shoot up and become erect at the news. “eek!” you’re a happy bun. the feeling overwhelms you, sends trembling jitters up the seed of your spine and throughout the lines of your arteries. your toes wiggle beneath the comforter.

“you have to eat first, though, hm?” mikasa’s knuckle nudges your chin, “brush your teeth, a nice bubble bath . . then i gotta settle you — make sure you’re sated and dolled up.”

you know.

she tells you, he tells you, sasha tells you, connie tells you, everyone constantly lets you know that bunny hybrids, primarily one of your breed, a harlequin dwarf, need special care. your health and strength is of upmost priority above all and you’re required to eat breakfast, lunch, and dinner with two snacks in between of your choice, every day, beyond all questions and doubts. you have to maintain your hygiene and the soft, silky coat that covers your tail and ears — which means daily showers and brushings and, to put plainly, you need your little cunt milked.

mikasa makes sure to run it all, step by step.

she gives you time to yourself for your bath. within the jacuzzi tub are soothing salts and lavender scented bubbles. you soak, gladly, wading about, running delicate fingers along the canvas of your skin to massage the powdery, evergreen scent of the lavender into your pores. you exfoliate and you shave, re-emerging from the tub a smoother, softer bunny than before and a short shower is next.

“look at you.” mikasa gives a satisfied hum at the sight of you surfacing from within the interior of the bathroom. “squeaky clean — mm,” she inhales quickly prior to blowing it out. “you smell heavenly, baby.”

you smile, quickly padding over to take a look at the outfits she has laid out nice and neat upon your made bed. there are two options today. the first is a dress — pink and short, puffy and glitzy. layers of tulle make of the flowy bottom, as well as the off the shoulder sleeves that are blown and puffed out. obversely, the second is but a tiny white, lace trimmed, open back crop top and matching tiny, frilly, layered skirt. “this one, this one — oh, mika this one is so pretty,” you grab onto the second. cheeky and cute, you know you’re going to look absolutely precious.

mikasa grabs hold of the dress to go ahead and place it back within your closet. her heels, tall and glossed with a pointed toe, click against the rose colored marble of your buffed flooring. “alright, bun,” she glances at her watch once more, “we’re burning too much time here. need to speed it up a little bit, alright?”

you slip into your robe — the pink, satin one that has your initials embroidered in white along the base and edges of your sleeves hemming prior to taking a seat at your vanity. mikasa come to a standstill behind you. she looks into your eyes through the mirror’s reflection, fingers delicately slipping your bonnet off of your head, careful of the slits made just for your ears.

your passion twisted locs fall past your butt, curled ends nearly skimming the floor. “gentle, mika,” you remind her quietly her through a darling pout. you don’t trust anyone with, much less let anyone touch your hair aside from her and him, even so, never for too long. “my scalp is tender.”

“i know, baby, i know,” her voice is nothing but a low croon as her fingers stroke along your nape. “gonna oil it for you, pin it back some, then place on your pretty tiara, hm?”

she reaches over your shoulder for the tiny, white bottle of almond oil that sits atop your vanity, beside your dozens of liquid blush jars to unscrew it, squeeze the soft cap to fill the dropper then carefully begin to trickle it across your scalp, following the parts of your hair. nutty and cloying, the rich scent of the oil evokes nothing but the sweetest memories of you and him. you love it so much because the smell is almost identical to his own.

it’s been a long two weeks. the way your heart yearns for the man you call your own, solely thine, is bewitching. fifteen days, sixteen hours, twenty seven minutes, thirty two seconds, and counting. you have been ticking down the time to the sheer moments until you found yourself swathed within his arms once more.

the circumstances of you meeting eren jaeger could have been . . . considerably brighter. prior to quite literally being saved by him and his corps of men from an ostensible ‘ hybrid benefactor, ‘ who had been buying said hybrids from adoption centers and selling them off to people looking for especially rare breeds, you never found a home for yourself. and while other hybrids were shipped back to more markedly armed centers that night after an anarchic police raid, you found yourself glued to eren’s side, not letting his hand go for even a moment.

initially irked and snuffy, eren nonetheless understood the trauma you had gone through. kidnapped and held against your will within a cage with three others inside of a mice vermined warehouse akin to a true, rabid animal, he had given you the benefit of the doubt. you were a bit smaller than the other hybrids, and when being questioned by police officers at the scene of the crime, you hadn’t uttered not a word . . gaze simply locked upon the thick, chocolate waves atop of the head of a taller man standing more than eight feet away from you, speaking quietly to the chief.

mikasa had been the one to convince eren to let you stay with them that night.

you suppose that may be the reason as to why the bond the two of you share is nearly impossible to damage. she saw how vulnerable you were — having no family, no friends, not a thing to your name. she took you in, made sure you were fed, took a warm shower, and allowed you to sleep within her bed.

and while wiggling your way into the cushion of her heart hadn’t took much more than a delicate ‘ hi, ‘ pushing and shoving using softened words and little pouts to get a simple glance within eren’s took . . . so long.

the others took an immediate liking to you — distinctly, connie, mikasa, and sasha — him, not so much.

the entire coalition resides upon fifteen acres of land. four manors with two pools, a garden completed with a hedge maze and a lake for a backyard . . . it all belongs to eren. you’d catch eye of him within the chef’s kitchen during the wee hours of the morning when the sun had barely began to rise, casting swirled hues of mint and amber across the skies. he’d be seated at the island, porcelain mug titled at his soft lips full to the brim with sweetened coffee. small, silver wired frames would rest upon his nose bridge and sometimes, a luscious, brindle curl correspondent to the others gathered atop to acquire a messy bedhead would droop down his forehead, nearly touching an eye.

so handsome — you hadn’t wanted a person more until you met him.

for so many dawns, you’d sidle yourself on over to take a seat beside him with a toasted, everything bagel slathered with strawberry cream cheese in hand.

and for so many dawns, he ignored you, busying himself with reading the paper with the only noises cutting through the thick silence being your small munches and the crimped sound of him turning a thin, rippled page while taking a small gulp from his mug.

after emptying it, he’d close the newspaper, fold it underneath his muscled arm, stand, then walk over drop his cup into the sink and tredge himself out of the kitchen — all this done without a single knowledge of your existence.

‘ just leave him be, ‘ sasha would tell you about three months into you living with the eighty personed faction plainly titled jaeger. ( when asked by you why he’d chosen that name to represent himself and his family — slumbrously, he’d mumble ‘ they’re all me, ‘ within the warm cushion of your skin. ‘ i’m them. eins. we’re one. ‘ ) ‘ boss man doesn’t fuck around much. not with people, not with us — his ass is fuckin mean. ‘

he is mean.

you would be the first to greet him after a business trip . . standing at the front door and all, primped and pretty, just for him. he’d barely spare you a glance as he’d sludge in with ten men behind him. you’d begin to wake up earlier than him to hurry down to the kitchen and make his coffee — getting his preference on creamer ( an acquired southern butter pecan flavor ) and sugar ratio ( three hefty spoonfuls ) from sasha. you’d wait for him, happily, might you add, to merely get a ‘ mm ‘ on his way out after he’s done drinking it all.

you think you decided you’d finally had enough come ten months later since you first stepping foot inside of the manor and finding yourself further back from your ultimate goal — him.

eren has his own wing of the house. it’s the west wing and what resides on the west wing are three bedrooms, four bathrooms, an inside pool, personal gym, and library. you hadn’t step foot within his territory until that day — the day you found yourself a little bit more irked with him than the ordinary.

you hadn’t told mikasa about your plan, no. how could you? you think the match that finally lit the everlasting, ticking time bomb that had been your heart was the new, weekly manor gossip. he’d become the subject of it. eren possibly having invite someone over — a guy. no one had seen him before nor heard of him. you even gave your best performance of eye bats and pouts to onyankopon — eren’s personal guard to get some intel on who the person could be.

‘ you’re fuckin precious. ‘ ony had quietly snorted the compliment under his breath while giving your chin a quick pinch. you both stood outside by the pool and he held a porcelain plate, piled almost to the blue skies with gravy smothered short ribs, mac n cheese, and glazed yams. ‘ even if i knew . . . ‘ he had given you a knowing look, one of his eyebrows risen a bit higher than the other and his head tilted. ‘ i couldn’t tell you, baby girl. sorry. ‘

you’d gotten your answer the morning after.

hidden behind the kitchen’s threshold, you watched as eren tongued a young man down long enough for you to not only feel unexacting jealousy, nonetheless, pure, unadultured rage.

you hate him.

you hate him, you do. you repeated the three words while pacing within your room — letting the fresh memory flicker akin to a montage within your brain, over and over.

his arms, his biceps bulging and inked over, unclad from the usual onyx velvet of his robe, instead, all he had wore was a white, muscle tee, and they were wrapped around a slim waist, squeezing tight. his hair had been unusually more messy — as if someone had ran their fingers through it over and over. satin pajama pants, a cerulean blue and striped with thin, white, vertical lines, they hung low on his hips . . the drawstring had been pulled loose.

every, little detail had seemed to construct a rage so robust, so titanic inside of you . . . that you hadn’t even known you stomped your little feet all over eren’s wing to find him until you both came face to face . . .

he had been in his gym, bench pressing what you could slightly read was one hundred and ninety five pounds prior to him catching sight of you through the floor to ceiling mirrors that covered an entire wall. his breathing was labored . . and a thin veneer of sweat laminated his face and chest.

no longer had he been in pajamas — shirt discarded, satin bottoms traded for loose, knee length shorts. you knew that eren had tattoos . . you just didn’t know that there were so . . many. they lined his arms, pecs, most of his abs, his back, neck. they’re all you can focus on as he sat up, still catching his breath while reaching for his phone that laid on the floor by his foot to pause the music that had been connected via bluetooth to his gym’s ceiling installed speakers.

with the new, loud silence had came the thudding of your heart pounding in your ears. you could only stare into the abyss of an even, jade green and he stared back, not making a move to say a word.

“h-hate . .” your voice was stuck within the channel of your throat.

the anger was still there, no doubt about it, albeit, it had seemed as though your brain and mouth hadn’t been on one accord. your little fists balled as the corners of your lips pulled down lower, “i h-hate . . i hate,” it was clear you had started to become a bit frustrated with yourself. you looked down at the padded floor, eyebrows pulled in close. “hate you . . i h-hate you.”

eren hadn’t moved, he only lifted his brows before lifting a hand to scratch his temple. “you hate me?” his voice, quiet and low, made you want to retract your statement.

you watched him put his hands on his thighs, using them as leverage to stand and stretch himself up to his full height. nodding, you hummed a small ‘ mhm. ‘

eren looked at you — really looked at you . . at your small fists, fuzzy pin straight ears, your twitching nose, pursed lips, and trembling eyes.

“hate you,” your voice had been more firm when you repeated the statement and you gazed at him beneath your brows. “. . y-you’re — you just, you’re not a g-good person.”

“yeah? and what makes you say that?”

eren’s nonchalance towards the entire situation had begun to seep through your façade. you find yourself shocked that you had been having an actual conversation with him, for this long, in his gym. “mm,” you lift your head as your face smooths out, into that precious look of dumbfoundment. “you hurt people—“

“—bad ones,” he grabbed his phone and opened it while walking over to a punching bag that hung from a hook near the center of the room. he’d been prepared to press play on a new song, finding himself done with the conversation until he heard you utter something — feeble yet clear.

“. . . but ‘m not a bad person.”

that broke him. he’ll be honest. that one, little sentence right there . . . it affected something inside of him, something that had seemingly been buried deep within his very essence, for years.

he’d taken a large breath inside of his nose, gathering himself prior to turning and taking a quick glance of you. and there you stood, in your thigh length socks, and matching shorts and cami set, printed with clouds and hearts all over — the epitome of everything soft and sweet and good. “yeah?” his interest . . it’d been piqued. “i hurt you, ( ❤︎ )?”

you watched him begin to walk over.

eren found it cute how you tried your best to stand your ground as long as you could, given the amount of shuffles and squirms your body involuntarily released until, as though your natural bunny instincts took over, you take a step back.

eren stopped himself, inches before you.

“i give you food, yeah?” you hadn’t known a voice could be so dark until you heard eren’s. and although you knew his words hadn’t been spoken out of wickedness, how deep his timbre is made it seem so. if his voice could be a color, it’d be the deepest shade of an inky black. a drink, the strongest americano. a place, the furthest depths within the sea. “i clothe you, don’t i? . . i fly people in . . just for you to get your hair done. i let you take the number one defense guard on my team — i let her guard your life, keep you safe, and i hurt you?” he hadn’t risen his tone higher than a whisper and yet you shook as though you’d gotten screamed at.

eren lowered himself down a couple inches, head tilted to get a good look at your pretty face. he wants you to hear him when he says, “i demote my top of the line, defense guard to your fucking cunt - milker . . and i hurt you.”

you covered your ears as soon as the word left his lips.

unable to help it, eren huffed a tired sigh all the while straightening himself back up. “no, nuh - uh,” he took your wrists, using not even a quarter of his strength to remove them from the sides of your head.

he shouldn’t have been staggered at the sight of your pouted lip quivering and glittering eyes, nonetheless, he was. “i hurt you, mm, that’s a strong accusation to make. ‘m gonna need you to back that up with something,” he found himself enamored with your pretty, little face, swathed within sweet gloom and embarrassment. “you gotta tell me how.”

you sniffled. you didn’t want to explain, you hadn’t even wanted to be in his line of sight anymore. “no,” your voice had been a mere grumble as you attempted to snatch your wrist from his hands. “o-off, get off.”

with each passing second, your flailing got progressively worse until ultimately, you’d been a hair away from almost spraining a wrist from how hard you’d been pulling at his restraint. “let me go!” you’d been sobbing as you snatched and tugged and kicked and squirmed. “get — get . . off of m-me . . . now, eren. now.”

with his sudden release came you stumbling a few steps back, spine slamming against the half ajar, glass door located behind you. it slugs shut with a reverberative thud ! and you not only wince from the sound waves of it rattling within your sensitive ears, but, moreover, the aching pain that seems immediately to make home right at the base of your backbone and cotton tail from the collision after how hard you jerked yourself away.

“tch, look at you.” you’d successfully began to piss eren off. how you gathered up the guts to let alone think about stepping foot on his side of the house, insult him, and accuse him of shit he hasn’t done — he doesn’t know. it hadn’t even been this that pissed him off, no, it was you looking up at him with your big, brown eyes, so full of hurt and shame, you refusing to tell him what he had done ‘cause — fuck he wanted to fix it . . he actually wanted to . . . fix it . . .

he’d gotten so used to the quiet mornings you two share, to your pretty face being the first he’d see after an especially long trip or day, he’d gotten used to you. he knows that if he were to let you leave, none of that will continue — fuck no. you’re staring up at him as if he were some kind of monster.

gathering in a deep inhale, eren placed his hands upon his hips, “. . . what’s got you upset.” it isn’t a question, it’s a clear demand. he’s never seen you like this — acting out isn’t what you do. “hm?” his thick eyebrows raised along his forehead and he took one hand off his hip to wave it back and forth — a motion conveying you to ‘ get on with it. ‘ “how’d i hurt you, ( ❤︎ )?”

your next breath is trembly. you look away — somewhere past him while swallowing a mat of saliva that had thickened inside of your mouth from the aching coil in your throat. “. . s-saw you,” you admitted quietly through a mewl. you looked down to your feet, where one of them pressed down on the other. “. . kitchen — with him,” your little toes curled within the soft cotton of your socks. “. . . made me angry.”

with your admission came the sinking feeling of ignominy. he wasn’t yours. you didn’t have the right to be upset. he has his own free will. you knew all of this . . . nevertheless, still . . . you envied what was clear the young man had got from eren the night before — his time, his attention, his touch.

“not fair,” you had snuffled the words quietly while dragging your hand across your fluttering nose. it wasn’t fair at all.

eren thinks that with your avowal came a new revelation.

you really are fucking something.

he looked down at your mean, little pout and couldn’t help but smirk, “. . . you got angry, huh?” his voice was nothing but a quiet mutter. the way your nod came without a moment’s hesitation shouldn’t have been so endearing. “. . you got no right to be—“

you whined, “—i know i don’t. i know but . . ‘s not . . . not fair — you don’t g-get it. you don’t understand—“

“—then help me understand—“

“—you walk around all mean and stupid and big,” your tone rises to a spat though your eyes stay glued to the floor, as if you were a bit scared to gauge his reaction. “you drink your coffee then you get dressed and you leave and i . . i never know when you’re coming back, if you’re coming back and when you do, you always . .” you heave a gentle sigh, fingers beginning to rub at the base hem of your little pajama bottoms. “you always look so . . . good . . and you smell so . . nice and i put on my favorite dresses and skirts ‘cause . . i wanna look pretty for you,” here is where your tone lowers to nothing but a weary blubber. you’re such a crybaby. “and you don’t even notice and you don’t care—“

eren’s arms had been folded across his chest now, “—no, i care,” he casually interjected. “don’t ever think that i don’t. i notice . . and i care.”

you found yourself stumped.

button nose red and leaky, you sniffed before lifting your eyes to gaze up at him. his face hadn’t shown not a single emotion. “liar.”

a handsome grin broke across his lips. it pushed deep smile lines into his cheeks with two, shallow, matching dimples to greet you. “i don’t lie.”

“you’re lying right now . . for no reason.”

“i don’t lie.”

you hadn’t known when he crowded into you, leaving nothing but a silver of space between you both. only a few centimeters of air separated your toes from his black on black vapormax plus’. you refused to back down — keeping your eyes locked onto his. you’re an adamant little thing, he’ll give you that. “if you’re not lying,” you whisper. “. . then tell me . . mm, what was your favorite dress that i wore?”

eren’s eyes squint in the slightest as he gives a sideways incline to his head, “you think i have to prove myself?”

“you’re nothing but a liar—“

“—the light pink one. was so fuckin’ short i could see the bottom of your plump, lil’ ass . . was a bit see through, had fur on the cups, satin trim . . you wore it about six months ago,” his hand lifts to his face so that his fingers can rub across the light shadow of his facial hair making home along jaw. there’d been a hint of a grin on his face once he saw that you had been caught stuck in a dither. “think you paired it with matching heels . . they had fur on them, too.”

that one had also been one of your favorites. when picking it out, you were sure you’d catch his attention that day, however, lo and behold, eren took one look at you and carried on upstairs to his wing.

“lucky guess.”

he began to lean his head further down, “lucky, yeah?”

he brung with him the scent of bergamot, almond, and sweat. tiny pimples rose along the surface of your arms and neck. you had felt your tail begin to shudder. “mhm,” your eyes betray you. you can’t help but take a quick glimpse down to his lips — plush and a pretty peachy - chestnut in tone. “you’re just a jealous thing, aren’t you?” he mumbled, pushing in another step. “i hadn’t known little bunnies like you could get so mean.”

your head turned left then right, “ ‘m not . . ‘m not mean.”

“no?” his voice softens . . it somewhat mocks the tone of your own. “said you hated me, that’s not nice. you don’t think that’s mean?”

“. . . ‘s a little mean.”

he smiles, still inching in, bit by bit, “it sure is.”

when his hand had found the bottom of your jaw, you squeaked. he took it firmly, pressing his fingers and thumb into the area beneath your human ears to drag you in the remaining distance so that your lips could finally meet.

it’d been better than your dreams.

his lips were supple and sleek, and his taste had been resemblant of the coffee creamer — rich and intoxicating though still cloyingly sweet. your act crumbled like an old pastry. you all but melted against him, your little hands pausing midair when reaching for his shoulders to instead gather together and press against your own heart. you found yourself still so shy. what if he didn’t want you to touch him?

even so, as if connected, eren pulled your arms away from one another to direct them around his neck and his own completely enveloped around your back to sharply tug you in. it’d started off as something you only saw in your favorite romance films — slow, steady, and gentle. he kissed you like you both had all the time in the world, as if he never wanted to pull away.

and it could’ve been the way you begun to breathe — heavy and quick — or how one of your hands scrittched at the soft hair sprinkled upon his nape, but gradually, the pace began to quicken.

no longer had his arms hugged you tight, one of them fell so that his hand could slip down to one of your cheeks — he gripped it . . tightly. you gasped, little hand slapping to his shoulder when you felt your nether lips separate from one another at the firm grasp he held you in.

“mm — breathe,” he chuckles softly against your lips, loosening his hold to instead begin to rub soothing circles. “you’re not breathing.”

you suck in a gaping inhale, pulling yourself back to look up at him. eren stares down at you and you take the time to admire him from this close as quickly as you can. you take in the tiny, almost unnoticeable crows feet lines that mark the corners of his eyes, his strong nose and how the bridge of it had been the slightest bit askew, his soft, pretty lips, and how veiled jewels of turquoise swam within the midsts of his eyes, darkening them to an almost teal green.

he smiles — you think you adore his smile the most.

perfectly aligned and a sparkling white. unwittingly, you gather the corner of your bottom lip beneath your teeth, fixated on his more longer, top canines.

“wanna . .” you gathered in a breath. “. . want you to be mine . . and no one else’s.”

it’s all you ever think about. eren, eren, eren. his face plays on a nonstop loop within your brain, you’d begun to doubt that it was healthy, nonetheless, you knew that if you didn’t take the chance on the spot, you’d never get an opportunity again.

calmly, eren replies, “i’ve always been yours.”

your surprise by the statement is palpable. given the circumstances that finally seemed to bring you both together, he’s immediately dusting the memory away. you’ve had him since that night in the warehouse, since you’ve sat down beside him at the island at four o clock in the morning to quietly eat a bagel. he’s always been yours and he’s sure, that you’ll always be his.

“c’mon, baby.”

mikasa’s voice had been nothing but a gentle croon.

contrarily, against all doubts, you hate milkings. as a bunny hybrid, given your dna, it makes the most sense that your libido, compared to humans and other hybrids alike, is far more extreme. almost everyday your tender, little g spot swells. you have to get it milked, as per the fact in acute cases that you don’t, it could balloon to the size of a particularly large blueberry . . and when that happens no longer can a regular milking get the job done, you have to get hospitalized.

eren’s a busy man.

when he’s home, he takes over all things concerning you. he milks you the absolute best — makes sure to caress his large, roughly padded fingers against that cushion of sensitive tissue and nerves until it’s all flattened out and you’re a brainless, drooling, little mess.

withal, when he’s not here but on a two week long trip in barcelona, patently, he’s unable to help you. he relies on his best worker to get the job done. and that best worker is your mika. following particular cases when she’d be gone, too or sick or, in times when your heat decides to render you insatiable for three days and that little mass incapable of fully going down, when she’s busy, connie’s your next go to.

you adore them, yes, albeit, milkings compel you into a sleepy, boneless lump. “e-eren,” you hiccup your lover’s name while you lay upon your bed, legs pulled up to your chest and gathered within your arms. you have to angle your head more to the side to look at mikasa from around them who stands at the edge, shirt sleeve rolled up to her elbow as she thrusts her fingers in and out of your sloppy, little hole. “. . home. don’t . . want—“

“—you don’t want to fall asleep and miss when he gets here, i know, bunny. i know.” mikasa’s heard you tell her this time and time again. you never want to miss the chance to be the first to run into his arms as soon as he walks through the door. “if i don’t do this, eren’s gonna have my ass and i don’t think neither of us will appreciate you walking around in pain, hm?”

the sounds your pussy makes are . . hypnotizing. your walls work around her fingers, spasming and contracting. mikasa feels your g spot — it isn’t specially puffy and bloated this morning, still and all, she feels the lump. she hones in on it, rubs her fingers back and forth until she feels it slowly begin to soften up.

the way you squirm and cry and weep is adorable. you explained to her one day that it isn’t painful — you’re just really, really fucking sensitive . . it’s as though the pleasure feels too good that it fairly aches and overwhelms your entire body.

mikasa can’t help but smirk a bit while admiring your face. you’re so pretty. your little fingers dig into the plump skin of your thighs, sometimes shoot out to grab onto her forearm and there are times when you’ll randomly shudder and hiccup when she digs in deep for a more better angle. “you’re such a good, little bunny,” mikasa finds it hard to keep her praises to herself when she has you in a position so vulnerable. “tiny cunt’s making such a big mess, though.”

you exude a watery cream. it drips down your hole, smears all over your thighs, gets all over the pink, glass plug whose base is carved into a beautiful rose that protrudes from your cheeks. you wanted to feel extra sweet today.

“t-th,” you gasp as a pulse of slick gushes out from your chubby pussy at the same moment a knock on your door rings throughout the room. “th-thank you, mika.”

she sighs, prior to turning her head over her shoulder, “. . . speak.”

“it’s me.” connie. “this a bad time?”

mikasa looks back down at you. you’re lost within your own world, eyes closed, glossy lips popped open. “no, come in.”

at the sound of the door opening, she waits until she hears it close again and connie’s advancing steps before speaking, “what’s going on? something bad?”

connie comes to a stop beside her. he can’t help but smile down at the picture you make — glimmering tiara pushed aslant atop your head from all your wriggling and whines, your soft, brown skin illuminating with the early morning’s sun rays shining in through your curved windows, that fucking plug. “no, no,” he holds up an envelope between his index and middle finger. it’s wax sealed, with a scripted ‘EJ’ carved within the varnish and written upon the front is a cursive ‘ mein schätzelein. ‘ “for bun. was delivered just now.”

mikasa knows what an envelope means.

and when she gazes into connie’s light brown eyes, she can tell he does, too. with a soft breath, mikasa utters, “set it on her nightstand.”

your hips buck into her palm, “c-cum — mika’, cumming,” you’re sweetly sobbing, drawing her attention to you once more.

“cumming?” she gives you all of it, pressing down on your thighs with her free hand to keep you still when you inevitably begin to thrash and jerk. “go ahead, baby. make a mess,” she leans in to kiss your ankle, consoling you through the paralyzing feeling of your little cunt clenching tighter and tighter until finally, your release is spraying out of that leaky hole, creamy shots pumping out of it second by second. they’re long and hard. she groans quietly at the simple view, pounding her middle and ring fingers inside of you awaiting each pulse as they got weaker and weaker. “there it is — there we fucking go.”

you’re slightly wheezing — inhales strained and thin as you finally allow your legs to fall.

“fuck,” she kisses the sole of your foot.

connie rounds himself back over to stand beside her and does the same, “damn,” he chuckles. “felt good, baby?”

you feel a thousand pounds lighter. you can hear them quietly laughing and conversing between one another as you try to find your manners. you wanted to say good morning to connie, yet, as seemingly always, you find your eyelids getting droopy.

mikasa’s saying something to connie while holding her fingers up — the two that had been inside you. they glisten with your wetness and when she spreads them apart, the sunlight catches open the thick webs that string between them both, connecting the two digits together.

you watch connie grab her wrist, bend his head and slide them past his lips. your little gasp is unheard behind his content hums of satisfaction. “she tastes like a fuckin’ dream,” he mumbles.

mikasa smirks, giving two firm pats to his cheek with the same hand when freed, “lucky eren.”

“lucky fuckin’ eren.”

my little love,

it pains me to say that i don’t think that i will be making it home tonight. don’t worry. before you drive your little self up a wall, i am okay. i promise. i’ve gotten myself tied into a fickle situation, one that requires too much of my time. believe me when i say that i want nothing more than to come home to you.

i can already see you now. you’re crying, aren’t you? don’t do that to me, baby. if nothing else, i hope you know that i love you with every ounce of my being. i hope you realize your importance not only to me, but to everyone who has been lucky enough to know you. i hope you know that when you’re feeling down, i only ever strive for your happiness, that no matter what, i’m here for you and only you and i intend on staying in your life for years to come if you allow me to. i hope you recognize the fact that i appreciate and adore you without restraints, and that this will never change.

i hope to see you soon, my bun.

only yours,

eren

you don’t think there’s a word to describe how sad you feel.

you cry for hours upon hours, letter clutched tightly to your chest, curled into a ball, curtains closed, and door locked. thankfully, everyone seems to understand. mikasa tries to coax you out to eat something at least, bribing you with your favorite foods of spicy chicken nuggets in shape of hearts and stars, vanilla cupcakes, or in the extreme case, when she hadn’t heard a word from you in eight hours, strawberry cheesecake blondies.

it’s all no use and no good. you’re a mess.

you cry yourself to sleep when the clock strikes ten. part of you thinks you even stayed up because you thought it’d all been some sort of elaborate prank eren concocted. you should’ve known that wouldn’t have been true. he isn’t the type.

you toss and turn for most of the night, still sniffling, still upset. given his line of work, you’re aware of the fact that it’s only luck that’s been keeping eren alive. for the two years that you’ve known him, he’s never been late or not on schedule. it scares you what he could be dealing with.

a ‘fickle situation’ — the phrase is something that you constantly think over, all the more in your dreams. your subconscious draws up the gold and black handgun you caught in eren’s hand one night as he cleaned the barrel. it pairs it within the hand of a faceless man, holding it to eren’s temple, index finger firm on the trigger which he suddenly pulls with a firm—

you gasp yourself awake. your ears are shot up, pin straight upon your head and when you lift yourself to reach for your bottle of water you always keep nearby, you make out the shadow of a person, standing before your bed.

you scream.

it’s a high pitched thing that echos off of the tall ceilings of your room.

“hey, hey, shh.” the figure quickly rounds your bed to head for your nightstand. you crawl away, fighting to put as much distance as you can between the two of you while your hand blindly reaches for the button installed inside the interior of your drawer to alert mikasa of an intruder.

“baby, hey, ‘s jus’ me.”

your fairly lights twinkle on.

they allow just enough brilliance for you to not strain your eyes and make out a tattooed hand.

“ ‘s jus me . . ‘s rennie.”

you think your mind is playing tricks on you. nonetheless, upon first eye contact, you know that it’s your eren. “ ‘rennie?” your voice is but a mere squeak as you inch a bit closer. “you . . you said—“

“—i know.” that familiar, pretty smile plays on his lips though it’s frayed . . with what looks like pain. you can’t focus on that too much because it’s true. he’s here.

your body all but slams into his as you squeeze him tight enough to bruise, you’re sure. “f-finally,” you hiccup. goodness, you’re crying. you haven’t even realized when you began. “finally back. m-missed . .” you swallow. “missed you so much.”

“ooh,” eren winces though lets himself grab you by the underneath of your butt to hold you in his arms. “missed you so much more, pretty girl. you’ve been good for me?”

he turns and takes a slow seat upon your bed, careful of the gauze and tape wrapped tightly around his torso beneath his heavy trench coat. your face is tucked within the pocket of his neck, though, he feels you nod. he knows what you’re doing — you’re smelling him, trying to work every note within the lines of your veins. “that right?” his voice is but a thunderous mumble. “mikasa told me some things though . . about you not wanting to eat. that’s not very good, mama.”

you sniffle, lifting your head and eren can see the gears churning within that little brain of yours as you bat your eyes away all sheepish and skittish. you do the same thing when you know you did something you weren’t supposed to. “w-was crying all day though—“

“—‘s not an excuse,” he shakes his head, lifting a hand up to clear your soft cheeks from those sticky tears. “you need your health. i need you to be healthy for me. you know i’m getting up there,” he smirks. “gonna be walkin’ with a cane soon. who’s gonna protect me?”

your responding giggle is music to his ears, “y’not that old, ‘rennie. you’re only thirty seven.”

“three years from forty, little girl,” his eyes lift to your tiara. “what’s this?”

“oh.” you follow his sight to reach up and touch it. “i . . i wanted to be pretty . .” your tone softens. “. . for you when you got back.”

now that you mention it, eren could see that your make up had been done. given the amount of crying you were doing, dried mascara had been smeared along your lower lash line but he notices the glitter shimmering beneath it and within your inner corners. he sees the berry toned blush patted along your cheeks and nose and the tiny heart you like to draw on beside your eye with eyeliner. “i see,” eren melts. he can’t help but do so, each time he’s within your presence. you transmit something so calming and sweet, so soothing and precious. he loves it here with you.

eren pats your hip, “stand . . . give me a spin.”

you bite your smile while obeying, careful of placing your feet on the floor. he watches you take a few steps back and grab the hem of your little bottoms to slowly spin on your toes.

“jesus.” eren’s eyes drink you in, bit by bit. he admires your long, almost knee length twists, your breasts that sit pretty and high in that little top, the cute dangling hearts of your belly button chain, that tiny fucking skirt, and the sheer, thigh length socks, trimmed with lace at the edges. “think this is goin down in my top three.”

you squeak, ears quickly rushing up to stand once more, “really?”

“really. c’mere,” two of his fingers beckon you back close. “let me feel.”

he touches your skirt, rubbing the material between his fingers. you look down to watch him. “mm, think ‘s chiffon, ‘rennie.”

“yeah?” he licks his lips, grabbing you by the waist to turn you. “always so pretty,” he leans in to kiss the beauty mark on your hip. “my doll.”

you wiggle them teasingly, reaching your hands back to show your fingers. “got my nails done, too, papa. you like?”

he takes a hand and admires them. extra long and a tapered square. you got jelly pink french tip with white 3d flowers all over and crystals. he kisses each fingertip one by one, “i love.”

when eren turns you back around, you push in close while grinning. you adore him. he always makes you feel seen and heard, he listens to every word that comes out of your mouth, whether meaningful or not. “missed you so much,” you repeat and finally lean in close to kiss him.

eren breathes out a gentle sigh, contradicting his following action as he suddenly yanks you in closer by your thighs. your bedroom is quiet. you both are able to hear the sticky sounds your lips make as they separate and meet again and it all quickly hazes up your brain. it’s been two long weeks since you’ve had eren in your arms . . beside you . . on top of you.

you feel the base of your tail buzzing.

he guides and you follow. when his pace picks up, yours does, too. “so fuckin,” you hear him huff a grunt. “god, you’re so fuckin’ beautiful.”

he stands, not breaking the kiss as he turns and grabs you by the throat before making you lay back down. you’re panting, eyes glossed over as you watch him kick off his shoes and socks then reach for the buttons of his coat.

“w-wanna do it,” you quickly crawl back over to kneel and push his hands away. “lemme.”

eren knows what’s coming when you get it undone followed by his button up shirt. you catch an eye of the gauze around his chest, the speckles of blood that have seeped through and you gape, “. . what happened?—“

“—nothing that you have to worry about,” he kisses your saddened frown off of your lips. you shouldn’t have to stress over a thing.

“does it hurt?”

a fuck ton. “not at all.”

you pout, touching the bandages tenderly. “don’t lie to me, eren.”

he doesn’t lie, nevertheless, he thinks he can get by with this little thing. “i won’t.”

when he kisses you again, he can tell that you’re thinking about it, about him. eren doesn’t like that, not one bit. “ ‘m here, alright?” he lays you back down. “ ‘m alive, i’m with you . . there’s no place else i’d rather be.”

that’s true.

he’s breathing, he’s moving . . he’s okay. you know that he’s in pain, but you also know that he’s stubborn. he’ll never tell you. “don’t strain yourself too much for me, papa.”

your proclamation is laughable because that’s all he ever does. checking himself out of a hospital to take an eight hour flight back here for you, a strain. losing ten men in a bust, gambling with his life to provide for solely you, a strain. but, fuck, if eren doesn’t love it. he’ll do it all over a million times.

he kneels down before you, spreading your legs then lifting them to get a good look at your cunt. your skirt is more of a skort because a piece of fabric acts as a tie between the front and the back of it, holding it in place, as well as shielding your little cunny.

still, he takes heed of how it’s a bit loose. he can push it to the side with no problem and upon him lifting your legs a bit higher, when his eyes catch a glimmer of pink beneath your slowly leaking hole, he can’t help but smile. “fuck,” he breathes and nudges it with a finger. nice and snug. “really went all out for daddy today, hm? missed me that much?”

your nod is immediate, “mhm.”

his thumb barely grazes your slit. he strokes it up and down, looking up at you beneath his hair, “got this little pussy milked today, right?”

you inhale, thumb pulling up to your mouth so that you can bite down on it, “m-mika did it.”

“good girl,” he leisurely coo’s, wrapping his arm around the front of your thighs so that his hand rested upon your tummy. “missed you so much,” he kisses your clit, noting your gasp. “missed this fuckin’ pussy,” one more kiss. “missed makin you cry,” kiss. “makin’ it cream.”

his tongue suddenly being added into the mix makes your entire body jerk. your eyes instantly roll back into your skull while you hiccup on a deep breath, hands reaching for your fuzzy duvet to grip onto.

eren hums, “mmm.” his head sways from left to right and he makes sure to add a bit of force on your stomach to keep your hips from snagging too hard. it’s ‘cause he knows his baby is too sensitive. she can never handle it when it feels so good.

“a-awe, daddy,” you whimper and curl your toes, looking down to find him already staring up at you. his eyes are darkened beneath the few wavy curls that fall across his forehead. they pin you where you are, demanding you to keep watching, keep looking.

he makes sure you see how his tongue, soft, wide, and long, plays with your clit — the tip of it lazily toying with it, flicking the swollen bulb up and down, left and right. you shiver when he suckles it past his lips, pulling the bud tight and drawing his head back an inch with it still in his mouth prior to letting it go with a loud ‘ pop. ‘

the entire sight is so lewd, so filthy.

your cheeks are burning hot as you buck into his mouth, hands releasing your comforter to instead find a wield within his soft hair. “feels so good,” you sniffle, watching his saliva drip generously from his mouth. it’s such a mess — you feel the product of it and your nectar dripping down your stretched rim to the seam of your ass where it all starts to gather upon your bed. “oh g-god, daddy . .” your voice breaks around a pleasured sob. “f-feels so good.”

“taste so good.” his voice is almost two octaves deeper when he speaks again. the timbre sends a warm quiver down your spine to your little toes. “always taste so fuckin’ good.”

he slips his middle finger inside of his mouth for a quick suck before prodding the tip of it at that little hole. eren doesn’t warn you. you’re a good girl, you always take it. he sheathes it deep inside, breathing out a pant when he feels just how warm and soft you are.

just from the first thrust, a bulk of pearly white cream drizzles out of you to your lower rim. “mhm,” eren is chuffed. “you can give me a lil’ bit more than that.”

his tongue returns to your clit at the simultaneous moment his finger starts to work its way in and out of your precious cunt. you’re so far gone already, it’s comical. no longer are words capable of leaving your mouth, you just babble and keen and cry. you find it hard to focus on one thing — his tongue, warm and thick, tracing hearts and letter E’s all over your clit, or his finger, long and clever, prodding deep inside of you, crooking and pumping out all that you have.

“c-cumming,” you gurgle out the word quietly, head lolling onto your shoulder as you try to keep your trembling thighs from snapping shut.

eren hates that — sees it as you trying to keep him from something that was exclusively his.

“yeah?” he breathes. “you askin’ or you tellin’ me?”

oh, god. you can’t. “daddy, p-please,” you sound so fucking broken. eren adores it. “lemme cum?”

“wanna hear that one more time.” he increases the speed of his finger, while using his thumb to stroke your clit in swift, little circles.

you’re cracking at the seams, “please . .” you’re panting, lower half involuntarily jerking. “p-please, daddy . . c-cum. bunny . . w-wants to cum. please, lemme.”

“oh, fuck,” eren groans. how sweet of you. “what a good fuckin’ girl — cum, baby. go ahead.”

it’s prompt. he sees the ribbons of milk drip out of you, gathering on his palm, slipping through the cracks of his fingers. it sounds so wet — nothing but slush , slush , slush.

his cock is so hard that it hurts. “ ‘s my fuckin’ girl,” he utters, pulling his fingers out to quickly rub your clit, enticing the rest of it out. he hears you squeal as your thighs suddenly fall shut, nevertheless of your obvious efforts trying to receive a moment to gather yourself, eren swats a thick smack to the inside of one while roughly pulling you back open. “you know how i feel about that.”

“ m s-sorry, ‘m sorry — d-daddy . . oh, please,” you’re squeaking. it’s fucking adorable.

he pulls his hand away when he deems you as all drained out. “mhm.”

you’re breathing heavily, watching him stand and unbuckle his belt. “ah!” his tone rises when he sees your thighs attempting to close again. you quickly let them fall agape once more. “mhm, there we go. keep ‘em spread wide.”

he kicks off of his pants and his briefs are next to go. eren’s cock springs up against his tummy, hard and aching. your clit thumps at the sight. it’s strong — a thick eight and a half inches with a smooth curve to the left. his meaty tip pulses dribble after dribble of precum and it slowly starts a leak that follows his length, all the way down to his dark balls that hang low. “mmm,” you pull him in when he crowds over you, pushing you further up the bed.

you both kiss again. it’s animalistic this time — tongues swirling, teeth bumping.

“in, papa,” you drag him closer with your ankles to his lower back. “wan’ it deep.”

eren spits onto his hand, stroking it over his length prior to rubbing the underside against your slit for a little more lubrication. “awe, fuck.”

you both breathe and soften into one another, dissolving into the feel of his crown bumping against your fat nub. “so fuckin’ wet,” eren chuckles quietly because he isn’t even in yet and there’s still a loud slurping moistness. “gonna put it in, alright?”

your nod is eager. you hold onto his hair at the nape, staring into his eyes until you feel it — that first breach at the muscled ring of your pussy. your mouth falls and your eyes snap shut as you hold onto him tighter as he slowly works himself deeper inside. “ooh, fuck,” eren sighs, eyes slowly falling closed as he’ll push in an inch, pull back, then push in another.

he does this until his balls meet the glass of your plug with a small ‘ plap. ‘ you feel so . . full. you’re stretched wide and corked stuffed. “don’t stop,” you whisper and lift your legs higher. “daddy, keep goin.”

eren listens. he presses his forehead right up against yours when he starts to move — slow at first until you began to loosen up, gummy walks working around him, massaging and squeezing. “jesus christ,” he moans and gives you a short kiss. “pussy feels like f-fuckin’ heaven, my goodness.”

you whimper with him, feeling his cock pressing against your tummy with each thrust inside. eren doesn’t need you to tell him you want it harder, he reads it all over your face.

“o-oh . . my god!” you yelp out a sweet cry when he finally starts to pull himself out to the tip then slam back in, sending you skin meeting with loud clapping sounds.

eren gruffly breathes out a low, “yeah,” lifting up to grab you by the backs of your knees and press them up against your shoulders. “give it here . . give me my fuckin’ pussy, baby.”

your cunt squelches, beginning to gloss over his dick. you already feel so dizzy and it hasn’t even been longer than five minutes. you’re so needy. it shows in how you hold onto him tight, not wanting him to move a fucking inch. “probably thought about this since i’ve been gone, mm?” eren lets a trickle of his spit fall from his lips to your clit. you don’t need it, already so fucking drenched, but it’s the action of it that turns the both of you on. just fucking filthy. “rubbed this little clit while i was away, baby? be honest.”

you nod, eyes closed with not only pleasure, but from embarrassment as well, “c-couldn’t help it,” you whine. “t-two weeks . . felt like two years.”

so dramatic. eren breathes out a laugh and grabs you by the waist, trusting you to keep your legs right where he had him. “can’t be too mad at’cha . . stroked my dick to those videos you made me a w-while back . . .— mm, shit —“ it’s as though he gets harder and harder with every thought containing and after every sight of you. “—made me cum so f-fuckin hard.”

the curve of his cock bumps against your g spot. it’s so sudden that it makes your shuddering legs, once more, vent shut.

the two swats that fall down on your ass makes you squeak out a long, ‘ ‘rennie! ‘ eren rains down another. “my name?” he tosses both your legs together to one side. if you want to keep them closed, that’s okay, doesn’t mean he’s going to stop, though. you now lay on your left with eren keeping himself above you, knuckles of his fists pressed down within the mattress.

“ ‘s daddy,” you hadn’t known his pace could quicken. tears blur your sight as you bite down on a pillow. “d-daddy, mm . . d-don’t stop, mm — please, don’t stop.”

eren lowers himself down to nibble and suck darling love bites along the curve of your neck, “ ‘m not,” he utters. “n-not gonna stop ‘til you make a mess on my cock, mama. gonna cum on it for me, yeah?”

how quick you nod is cute. “ ‘s all i want,” he groans. “wanna feel you cum on this shit, baby.”

you think it slams into you out of no where, product of his low, smooth voice muttering into your ear. you tremble as you sob and release your pleasure across his dick, feeling it rush down your ass.

eren feels it, too. he lifts up to watch his hips slam into your cheeks, watching thick, white strings web together between your bodies akin to garlands of pearls. “there you fuckin’ go.” he slows himself down, giving you a few moments. “mmm, shit.”

you shudder.

still, eren doesn’t think he’s done with you. he pulls out, helping you slip out of your cute outfit then onto your knees, chest against the bed and back smoothly arched. “good job,” he mumbles, grabbing onto your little tail and giving it a soft squeeze.

you squeal, toes curling.

“stay still,” he quietly demands. “daddy’s almost done, i promise.”

you feel him slip back inside and give a long keen.

eren doesn’t give you time to adjust. he rolls his lips inside of his mouth, honing in on how your ass clapped off of his hips and that plug settled between the soft, fat cheeks. your precious, little tail twitched and shivered the quicker he pounded his dick inside of your sopping wet pussy.

“unh, hm, hnggg — papa, please.”

your knees start to slip. eren yanks you back up. “feels good?”

you nod, sniffling, “t-too good.”

he chuckles, “no such thing.”

he swats your ass before pushing on that plug, tugging it out a bit before slipping it back in. you push yourself further back into him, heedlessly begging for more. fuck, you’re so pretty. you keep that arch for him, reach back to spread yourself further, giving him just the prettiest show. eren’s eyes roll back into his head as he tilts his head back. “f-f-fuck, ‘m gonna cum.”

you encourage him, panting out a tiny, “cum, daddy. c-cum inside your bunny . . c’mon.”

eren groans, shoving your hips down to flatten you out onto the bed. his thrusts are heavy, sheer brawn swinging beneath them as he forces you to take each one. your pussy aches and his weighty balls taps against your plump clit, sending that familiar knot tightening in your core.

your lover makes you look up at him by grabbing you by the underneath of your jaw and tilting your head back. you make out his dilated pupils and he makes out your drool covered chin, “cum with me,” he utters against your forehead. “come o-on — ooh, fuck — come on, baby.”

you wait until you feel his hips stutter, until you feel his hold lower to your throat for him to grip onto. you cum when he does, voiceless, breathless as you quiver and listen to him moan your name as he loads you full. “u-unh, shit.” eren chokes on his breath, feeling his cock swell against your walls, making sure not a drop of his cum leaks. “be still, bun . . f-fuck — you’re fuckin’ perfect.”

you let your head fall onto the palette of your arms, closing your eyes while breathing. his cum is thick and potent, fills you up just how you like it. “mm,” you simper and relax, feeling him carefully slip himself free. “felt so nice.”

he’s missed you . . so fucking much. carefully rolling you over, eren leans himself down to kiss you softly. “wasn’t too rough, mm?” he pecks a soft one against your twitching nose. “felt good for my baby?”

“so good.”

he always knows just what you want, just how you want it. you let him fall down beside you, making sure to tug you in close to his side while you both breathed. “mm, papa?”

with the new, ticking silence, eren’s eyes slowly close as the chasms of sleep threaten to take him under, “yes, bun?”

“you tired?”

“. . a little.”

when he feels your little hand wrap around his cock, his eyes are wide open. he watches you climb over to straddle him, making sure he gazed at how you rubbed his softening tip up and down that sloppy slit. your eyes sparkle something bright . . — eren’s saw that look before. he sees it every month right before your heat hits.

“can we go one more time?” your pout . . you know he can never say no to it. “pretty please?” you fucking minx.

he gives a tired smile, dragging a rough hand down his face. “mm,” he can’t say no. he doesn’t even want to say it. “go ahead . . hop on, baby.”

#will i ever recover from this??#probably not #lexy recs ✧･ﾟ: *✧･ﾟ

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i’m so happy y’all love plug!eren as much as i do bc i will never stop writing about him EVAAA!!!

#that’s literally my pookie bear #lexy speaks ✧･ﾟ: *✧･ﾟ

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finking of morning sex w plug!eren

mdni pls and thank you///cw include: black fem!reader, drug usage (weed), a lot of sexual tension, lazy morning sex that eventually turns kinda rough, some fluff

9:03 AM

the early morning sun nearly blinded you as eren opened the blacked out curtains in your shared bedroom. “ren what the fuck,” you whined burying your face in the plush pillow you were just a few seconds ago sleeping so peacefully on. eren chuckled, bringing a blunt he had freshly pearled to his lips that were still a bit swollen from last nights activities. you’d recently gotten into nibbling and biting on his lips during your intense kisses and although he found it extremely hot he was definitely paying the price for it.

“suns up mama, time to get up….unless you want me to finish this without you,” he smirked blowing a fat cloud of smoke in your direction. you lifted your head from the pillow, a deep scowl on your face. you begrudgingly sat up making eren grin, “yeah that’s what i thought, go freshen up real quick i’ll roll another one while you’re gone.” you let out a dramatic sigh before making your way to the bathroom to brush your teeth and wash your face.

when you walked back into the room eren was laid up on the bed, little o shaped clouds of smoke flying into the air. “turn on some music,” he grumbled and you quirked a brow waiting for him to finish his sentence with a ‘please.’ when he saw you weren’t moving the realization hit him pretty damn quick, “sorry i meant turn on some music please.” you smiled and happily complied, turning on the speaker. you put on ‘feels like summer’ by childish gambino before flopping onto the bed. “careful baby careful—almost made me ash on my chest,” he chuckled giving your ass a light smack.

“yeah yeah whatever gimme some,” you plucked the blunt from his hands and took a long hit. you maneuvered your body onto his lap, his morning wood definitely not going unnoticed. “what’s on the agenda for today babydoll,” he asked tracing his name over and over on your thigh with his index finger. you handed the blunt back over to him before speaking, “mika invited us to brunch at one, then i have my nail appointment at four, we’ll have to do some grocery shopping tonight, and then i was thinking for dinner i could make that cajun chicken alfredo you like so much.” eren was trying to listen he was really was!! but it was so damn hard when your clothed pussy was directly against his dick that was practically straining against his boxers.

“you listening to me ren?” you giggled snapping your fingers in front of his face. a lazy grin broke out on his face and he nodded, “mhm of course i’m listenin’.” the room was slowly but surely becoming boxed and the more it did the more you and eren we’re feeling the effects of the drug. “had a dream about you last night,” you hummed, leaning back, resting your hands on his muscly thighs. eren smirked, his eyes drifting to your cunt that was practically swallowing your panties. he grabbed the second blunt he had rolled and lit it, “yeah? tell me all about it mama.”

“you were eating me out…and you had those fuckin’ grills in. you were doing such a good job i think i might’ve came in my sleep from it,” you sighed dreamily thinking of how damn fine eren always looked when he had his grills in. you felt eren’s dick twitch but didn’t dare say anything, deciding to tease him a little and see how long he’d last. he handed the blunt to you, a low groan rumbling in his chest. “those grills always make you so weak in the knees don’t they?” he said giving you a lazy smirk. his rough hands trailed from your thick thighs, up your tummy, and finally to your breasts where he gave them a soft squeeze. his thumbs brushed over your nipples and you shivered, nearly dropping the blunt in the process.

you head felt like someone had yanked out your brain and replaced it with hot air bc by god all you could think about right now was eren eren eren. “you dream about me a lot?” he asked, mindlessly toying with your breasts. oh he didn’t even know the half of it. you ran your tongue over your bottom lip, nodding at his question. you were supposed to be doing the teasing, but as always eren had the upper hand and was able to turn you into mush with just a few lewd touches. he looked like a dream right now—his jade eyes were red and hooded, his hair that was usually up was down and cascaded beautifully over his broad shoulders, and he had this damn smirk on his face that was getting your panties wetter by the minute.

‘rendezvous’ by partynextdoor (a song that just so happened to be on your sex playlist) began playing, increasing the sexual tension tenfold. eren’s nonchalant façade began to crumble once of felt your wetness begin to seep into the material of his boxers. “you know if you wanna fuck all you have to do is ask, can practically feel your heartbeat on my dick,” his words made your breath hitch making him smirk for the umpteenth time. “no you…no you can’t! don’t be weird,” you pouted slapping his chest. you hadn’t even realized how turned on you actually were until you felt how uncomfortably slick your pussy had gotten.

eren slowly pulled your panties to the side and this mf actually whistled when he finally laid eyes on your soaked center. “such a pretty pussy,” he mumbled to himself running a finger through your slit. eren took one final hit of the blunt before setting it in the ashtray on the bedside table. without warning he plunged two fingers in your cunt making you gasp but as soon as they were in he pulled them right back out. he brought his fingers to his lips and sucked your essence off of them until they were clean. “i think i’m gonna let you do the work this morning,” he smiled, snapping your panties back into place. you were taken aback at his words a soft ‘huh?’ leaving your pouting lips.

“this weed got me feeling kinda lazy, use me to get off baby i know you can do it,” he gave your thigh a few soft pats and you whined. you sat up just the slightest bit to pull eren’s boxers down mid thigh, his painfully hard dick slapping against his toned stomach. it was a struggle to get your panties off without fully standing up but you managed, and as soon as they were off you began grinding your pussy up and down his dick. each time his mushroom tip nudged against your clit you let out a little mewl that was music to eren’s ears. “goddamn babydoll haven’t even put it in yet and you’re already making my dick wet as fuck,” he groaned, digging his fingers into the plush of your thighs. your slick had his dick glistening in sunlight and man oh man was it a sight to see.

you didn’t even care that he wasn’t inside you yet, all you could focus on was how hard n warm his dick was. “you already gonna cum? hm?” eren breathlessly chuckled and you replied with a weak ‘uh huh.’ one side of eren wanted to take charge so bad and just fuck you silly, but the other part of him was loving how you were taking the lead and becoming so so consumed in the pleasure you were getting just from grinding on his dick.

within minutes you were cumming on his dick with a pathetic whimper, your hands slamming onto his chest so you were able to ride out your orgasm for as long as possible. you were incredibly sensitive in that moment thanks to the two blunts you previously smoked, but that didn’t stop you from wrapping your hand around eren’s dick, using your cum as a lubricant to slowly jerk him off. “just…just need a minute to regroup,” you breathlessly giggled, flicking your wrist a tad faster. eren groaned quietly, his eyes fluttering shut. “take all the time you need baby i’m—s-shit, i’m content as can be right now,” and he really was!! he had gods most beautiful creation taking care of him how could he not be loving life right now??

“‘kay think i’m ready,” you whispered to yourself before moving your body up until his tip was at your entrance. you slowly lowered yourself down, whining at the stretch. it rlly didn’t matter how many times you and eren had fucked you just couldn’t quite get used to the stinging stretch from that first push in. you finally bottomed out and eren’s hands wasted no time finding purchase on your hips. you felt so full.

“feels s’good ren,” you mewled, slowly moving your hips up and down. you pressed your lips to his in a needy kiss which he happily returned, shoving his tongue in your mouth in the process. “i know baby i know. feel so fuckin’ good—like heaven i swear you feel like heaven,” he grunted, bucking his hips up. you sucked his bottom lip into your mouth, giving it a few soft nibbles. ‘so cute’ he thought to himself as you suckled on his lip. he brought his thumb to your clit, rubbing lazy circles onto the throbbing nub. “keep doin’ that m’gonna cum again,” your voice was becoming slurred as your second orgasm of the day was approaching.

you buried your face in eren’s neck letting out little chants of his name as your orgasm washed over you. your mind was so fuzzy the only thing keeping you grounded was the smell of eren’s pine scented body wash. “come back to me baby it’s okay i got you,” he murmured in your ear, stroking your back gently. “want…want some more but i can’t do it, need you to take control please,” you whimpered, twirling your fingers in the silky soft strands of his hair.

eren pressed a kiss to the side of your head and wrapped his strong arms around your back before bucking his hips up. usually his pace would be fast and unforgiving, but he knew you had plans for the day and didn’t want to make you completely fucked out. “yeah jus’ like that baby…love the way you fuck me,” your honey smooth voice moaned directly into his ear. oh how eren loved the praise. eren glanced at the alarm clock on your side of the bed:

10:37 AM

as much as he wanted to savor this moment he knew you’d need at least a thirty minute breather to regroup from the sex, and then it would take you about a good hour to get ready for brunch so unfortunately he had to make this quick. his thrusts picked up and you squealed from how hard his dick was bumping into your pressure point. yeah you’d definitely need a pretty long break afterwards. you removed your face from his neck and after what felt like an eternity eren was able to see your gorgeous semi-fucked out face. you couldn’t help the little droplet of drool that escaped from your kiss swollen lips—he was fucking you that good.

“c’mon renny gimme that nut i need it,” you pouted, squishing his cheeks together and giving him a sloppy kiss. eren moaned into your mouth, his thrusts becoming sloppier by the second. “m’gonna give it to you don’t worry—f-fuck gonna…gonna fill that pretty pussy up,” he practically growled, giving you a harsh smack on your ass.

“gonna fill you up so full you’re gonna feel me in your tummy all—”

thrust

“fucking”

thrust

“day”

really really hard thrust

“oh shit!” you cried, unintentionally biting down pretty hard on eren’s poor bottom lip. the mix of pain and pleasure had eren’s eyes rolling as he finally came inside you with a deep groan. you weren’t too far behind, your orgasm hitting you like a truck. eren stilled his movements completely but kept your body in an iron grip against his. he hadn’t even realized your head had found purchase once again nuzzled into his neck until he heard little sniffles. worry began to coarse through his veins as he lifted your head from his neck, inspecting your face with his brows furrowed.

“what’s wrong? what happened? did i hurt you? why are you crying? talk to me please,” questions were coming out of his mouth left and right making you giggle. “wha-what? why are you laughing?” the smallest pout was settling on his lips and you internally cooed at how cute he was being. you cradled his jaw in your hands, giving his nose a soft kiss. “m’fine ren it was just a little intense, that shit is strong,” you laughed again, referring to the two roaches in the ashtray. eren let out a tiny sigh of relief after hearing you were okay, a small smile now making its way onto his lips. “damn you bit my lip kinda hard huh?” he chuckled, sweeping his tongue over his bottom lip and tasted the faintest bit of something metallic.

“m’sorry baby,” you frowned giving his lips three kisses. you slowly lifted yourself off of him making you both groan in unison. “i should probably go shower—don’t wanna be late,” you sighed, sitting up, careful not to let eren see the wince on your face. although eren was tough as nails, seeing you in any kind of pain after sex absolutely broke him.

eren sat up as well and followed you to the bathroom, his eyes drifting to the cum that slowly made its way down your thigh. “didn’t you already shower while i was sleep?” you quirked an eyebrow as steam began to fill the room. eren wrapped his arms around you from behind, giving your neck a sweet kiss, “i did but i certainly don’t mind taking another one with you.” you felt something hard poke at your back and it was all starting to make sense. “really eren? really? we just got done not even ten minutes ago,” you giggled breaking out of his hold. eren licked his lips as he examined your naked body, “s’not my fault ole boy likes you so much.”

“yeah whatever horndog.”

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i’m very extremely excited to post this so pls enjoy!! i read ‘jealous girl’ by @elsweetheart and immediately fell in love w basketball player!abby so this is pretty much inspired by that just not as much talk about basketball!! if u haven’t read any of her works i highly recommend literally every single on of them<33

wc: 4.1k

cw include: black coded fem!reader, basketball player!abby, abby wears rings—yes i think that deserves a warning, strap on usage, some teasing on abby’s part, talks of abby being a brat tamer, oral both kinda receiving??? (reader sucks abby’s strap idk whether that counts or not), a little choking n spitting, lots n lots of praise coming from both sides, talks of breeding, tiny bit of strength kink, a wee bit of aftercare—i think that’s about it so sorry if i missed anything!! (this is not proofread btw pls excuse any mistakes)

abby was a busy busy girl. between classes, basketball, training at the gym, and tending to her needy gf poor baby had her plate full all day everyday. but on rare occasions she pushed all that aside to make more time for you—the needy gf in question. she missed you terribly whenever she wasn’t around you so she could only imagine how you felt :((.

today she had decided to skip her two hour long training session at the gym and instead suggested the both of you go out for a picnic. you were ecstatic to say the least which brought a wide smile to her freckled face.

currently she was sitting on the plush pink couch in your living room while you were in your room getting dressed for the picnic. your parents had splurged and bought you an off campus apartment bc by god there was no way you’d be able to fit everything you wanted in those tiny dorm rooms. abby visited your apartment as much as she could or you’d make your way to campus to spend the night in her dorm that she thankfully had to share with no one. being the mvp of the basketball team came with a few good perks—sharing a room with no one being the best one.

“you ready to see my outfit?” your honey smooth voice called from your room. before abby could answer she heard the clicking of heels and the little taps of your kittens paws against the hardwood floor. you were wearing a short, white sundress with strawberries printed all around it. she eyed the white kitten heels you were wearing and made a mental note to grab a pair of more comfortable shoes for you to wear just in case the heels began to blister your feet.

“you look beautiful babydoll,” she smiled bringing her large hands to your hips, giving them a soft squeeze. god you were so pretty n soft. she honestly had half a mind to bend you over and eat your pussy from the back but she had a better idea. “i gotta grab something from your room real fast, how bout you give cinnamoroll some food before we go yeah?” she spoke referring to your fluffy, white rag doll kitten that was currently messing with the scratching post abby had bought for her as a gift. “you got it babe!” you obeyed her command and began opening a can of cat food for the kitty meanwhile abby was in your room rummaging around in the bedside dresser that was on her side until she found exactly what she was looking for.

once she was done she walked out to find you standing by the front door with a dopey smile on your face. she grabbed the wicker basket full of delicious treats you had prepared off the marble counter and you two were off! but not before abby made you triple check that you had your house key. there were three incidents where she had to help you break into your apartment bc you forgot your key and she was not about to make it a fourth. “you got everything you need doll? once i leave this complex i’m not turning around,” she said with the slightest bit of sternness in her voice. your eyes widened knowing by her tone she was serious so you quickly opened your purse to make sure you had all your belongings.

“let’s see…emergency lipgloss, eyelash glue, mini fan, second emergency lipgloss, my key, and…where is my—ohhere it is! yep i’m ready to go abs!” you said gleefully, grabbing abby’s hand to place it on it’s rightful place on your thigh. abby gave your thigh a loving squeeze before pulling out of your apartment complex. the drive was mostly quiet besides the radio playing in the background and you humming along to it. “you look very handsome today abs,” you spoke softly playing with the silver bands on her fingers. abby felt her cheeks flush when you called her handsome—if she had a dick it would for sure jump at your sweet compliment. “thank you angel ‘n you look gorgeous as always…my beautiful gorgeous girl,” she smiled bringing your hand to her lips to give your knuckles a sweet kiss.

you both finally made it to the park, the sun just minutes away from setting making the sky a pretty mixture of pink and orange. “oh it’s so beautiful out,” you swooned, pulling out your phone to take a picture of the sky. once you had taken a plethora of pictures—some of the sky and some of yourself, you walked over to abby and laced your fingers with hers. she picked the first open spot she saw and laid the pink plaid blanket out before setting the wicker basket down. she pulled out all the food while you watched the geese swim in the small lake in front of you, your chin tucked in your knees looking adorable as ever.

you settled on making the two of you chicken caesar wraps with sweet potato fries and two slices of homemade strawberry shortcake for dessert. “these are delicious y/n you’re quite the chef,” abby said wiping her mouth with the pink cloth napkins you’d packed as well. “oh abby i make these for you at least twice a week they can’t be that good anymore…although i did add a little bit of buffalo sauce this time,” you giggled, taking another bite of the wrap.

after finishing up all the food, not even leaving a crumb behind, you and abby just sat in silence basking in each others company. little did you know abby was becoming more sexually frustrated by the minute. that dress….that damn strawberry dress practically had her in shambles as she watched it slowly ride up your thighs with every little movement you made. “c’mere angel,” she grunted maneuvering your body to sit you on her lap. she thought you would’ve felt the little surprise she was hiding in her jeans but you still didn’t have a clue in the world :((.

while you were babbling about a new collar you had ordered for cinnamoroll abby was slowly but surely dying of horniness with each passing second. “it’s so cute it’s pink ‘n it had these silver rhinestones on it! i just know she’ll love….it,” you trailed off when you felt abby buck her hips up and that’s when you felt it. you craned your neck to look at her, your glossed up lips parted in disbelief. “you. did. not.” you gasped digging your freshly manicured nails into the denim of her jeans. “did what?” she asked with the sickest smirk on her on her lips.

it was no secret abby liked to wear her strap underneath her clothes but it was always in the privacy of her dorm or your apartment never in public. “abby…we can’t what if someone sees,” your voice was so scared and shaky it was too adorable. abby nuzzled her face into your neck inhaling the sweet smell of shea butter and coconut, “see you’re sounding like you don’t want this but i can feel your hips moving baby, you’re not as subtle as you think you are,” she chuckled against your neck pressing one, two, three kisses to the most tender spot. you were honestly in shock that she was indeed correct, your hips had suddenly grown a mind of their own and began grinding gently against the bulge in her jeans.

“o-okay okay! i want it….but not here. wan’ you to take me home and take your time with me,” you mewled arching your back just the slightest into abby’s chest. abby hummed in agreement, tapping your thigh softly as a sign for you to get up—which you did without a second thought. the two of you packed up the containers and blanket in silence before making your way to abby’s car. abby opened your door for you before going to her side, yet another idea hatching into her brain as she watched you pick at your dress. “babydoll,” she said her voice dropping an octave, “want you to do something for me while we drive back.” you turned your head to her, hearts practically appearing in your eyes as you listening to her every word very carefully.

abby undid her belt and you were about to object saying you wanted to savor the feeling of her at home, but before you could say anything she spoke up once more. “i know you wanna wait till we get home to fuck and we will, but until then you think you could suck me off while i drive?” oh shit. your lips parted as if you were going to say something but you just nodded making abby tisk and shake her head. “gotta here you say it out loud baby,” she said and you quickly replied with a shaky ‘yes i will.’ she hummed in content before unzipping her jeans, pulling out the violet eight inch silicone dildo that has ruined you more time than you could remember.

abby wrapped her hand around the back of your neck and pushed your head down till you were face to face with her strap. “go ahead don’t be shy s’not like you haven’t sucked my dick before,” she chuckled giving your cheek a rough pat. without a second thought you wrapped your lips around the tip giving it an experimental suck. “that’s my good girl,” abby sighed happily, patting your head gently before starting up her car.

your panties were soaked beyond belief it was sooo embarrassing. abby was the type that kept things strictly in the bedroom which you completely respected, so to see her so eager for you to suck her off while she drove had your pussy throbbing with need. of course abby knew she couldn’t physically feel your plump lips around the silicone but by god she swore she could feel your throat tighten with every bob of your head. “don’t be afraid to be sloppy baby,” she hummed running her calloused hands slowly up and down your back. you obeyed her command with a quickness and began using more spit, the lewd gluck gluck gluck sounds coming from your throat had her clit pulsing. she bucked her hips up just the slightest bit to give her clit some attention causing you to gag around the dildo. “shit— sorry baby i’ll be gentle,” she cooed apologetically, giving your head a loving pat.

before you knew it you were in front of your apartment much to your dismay. “alright babydoll let’s head in,” abby chuckled breathlessly. her cheeks were completely flushed and she was the tiniest bit sweaty despite the ac being on full blast the entire drive. when you lifted your head up you had a pout on your swollen lips making her laugh once again. “don’t worry angel once i fuck your soul out you can suck my dick n’ keep me warm in your mouth for as long as your pretty little self desires,” she gave your lips three kisses before tucking her strap back in her jeans. before she could open her door your hand gripped onto her hoodie, “promise?” you whispered, your voice the tiniest bit hoarse. abby smiled nodding her head.

“i promise.”

as soon as you stepped into your apartment abby pushed you against the counter, kissing you with so much love and wanted your knees nearly buckled. she moaned against your mouth, bucking her hips against yours. “this—this fucking dress goddamn. been driving me crazy since i saw you in it,” she groaned, bringing her hands to your breasts to give them a rough squeeze over the soft material. “abby,” you mewled at her aggressive touches.

“jump,” she mumbled against your lips and you wasted absolutely no time. you jumped up and her strong hands immediately caught you, pulling your body impossibly close against hers. abby kept mumbling out incoherent sentences to herself so quietly all you could here was something about you being ‘so pretty’ whispered over and over again until her knees knocked against the end of your bed. abby gently laid you down taking a moment to admire you in your current state. you had the biggest fucking pout on your lips and your hands were gripping onto the fluffy blanket beneath you. every couple of seconds your legs would spread a little wider making abby smirk.

“pull your dress up for me a bit,” she commanded, running her hands gently up and down your thighs. you quickly pulled your dress up past your thighs giving abby a mouthwatering view of your pink cotton panties. “well what do we have here?” she grinned, running her thumb over the embarrassingly large wet spot on your panties. you didn’t give her a direct answer, instead whining out a pathetic ‘abby’ that boosted her ego even more. you huffed, pushing yourself up on your elbows. “c’mon don’t be a tease i thought you were supposed to be taking care of me,” your tone was borderline bratty but abby decided to let it slide since it had been days since she last properly took care of you.

“you’re right m’sorry baby,” she gave your thigh a soft kiss and then another until she slowly but surely made her way to where you needed her most. you felt her nudging at your clit with her nose and your impatience was definitely getting the best of you. “c’monnn abby just—o-oh god!” you squealed when you felt abby begin to lick and suck at your pussy over your panties. she had felt so close yet so so far it was driving you bonkers. “what’s with the face?” she chuckled against your pussy knowing good and damn well what your problem was. “s’not enough i-i need more. give me more please?” abby could’ve gotten a toothache from how sickeningly sweet your voice was.

abby wrapped her fingers around the waistband of your panties, giving your covered clit one more kiss before pulling them down. she tossed the garment aside and threw your thick thighs over her broad shoulders, staring you down like she was about to eat you whole. “look at my girl using her manners, taught you well didn’t?” she spit on your clit, making your hips jolt. abby was good at a lot of things: basketball, academics, cooking, anything that had to do with cars but at the top of the list in your opinion was her ability to brat tame. before she met you you were as spoiled as they came and although she found it quite hilarious watching you throw temper tantrums over nothing it got old very quick. so whenever you decided to act like a brat with her she made no hesitation to bend you over her and lap and spank you until you were blubbering out apologies and promises that you’d stop being such a damn brat.

the first time it happened caught you completely off guard. she had said something along the lines of you being too spoiled for your own good to which you replied that she was stupid and didn’t know what she was talking about. suddenly you felt a quick, but very rough smack against your ass making you gasp. “watch your mouth yeah?” was all she said, now rubbing her hand against the burning skin. that was only the tip of the iceberg but we’ll go to that another time let’s get back to the smut shall we!!

by now abby’s tongue was moving sloppily against your pussy while three of her thick fingers pumped in and out of you with vigor. you were bucking your hips up every time her fingers brushed up against that spit that had your toes curling, but she just pushed your right back down eventually using a little more strength than she usually did with you to keep you planted against the bed. “feel s’good abs. can’t wait to have your dick in me n’ feel you in my stomach,” you weren’t a hundred percent sure what was coming out of your mouth, the feeling of abby’s fingers fucking into you already making you go a little dumb.

abby groaned against your pussy, pulling away just the slightest bit to spit on your clit before diving back in. she was being so fucking sloppy the noises of her lips smacking against your pussy would’ve made you embarrassed if you were actually focused. “taste so good honey i could stay down here for hours,” abby mumbled before taking her fingers out making you whimper from the loss. you had a complaint sitting right on your tongue but it quickly disappeared once you felt abby’s tongue begin to prod at your tight entrance.

abby had tongue fucked you into three orgasm before you were finally begging her to fuck you with her strap. she wiped her mouth with the back of her hand before standing to her full height making you feel incredibly small. she removed the plain black hoodie she was wearing along with her jeans, leaving her in a gray wife beater and black boxers. she walked over to her side of the bed and opened up the bedside drawer till she found a small bottle of lube. “i think i stretched you out enough but can’t be too sure, don’t wanna hurt you or anything,” she spoke softly giving you a sweet smile. she rubbed the lube up and down the length of the dildo as you watched intently, the sight of her veiny hands stroking it had your thighs squeezing together.

she walked back over to you and grabbed your legs pulling you to the edge of the bed. “ready?” she whispered tapping the fat tip against your clit and you quickly nodded, using your feet to push her body closer to your. abby slowly pushed the tip in and it was a good thing she used the lube, even after getting three orgasms out of you and using three of her fingers on you you were still a tight fit. “kiss me please,” you whimpered, clutching onto abby’s wife beater. she obliged and smashed her lips against yours. she was slowly but surely pushing the rest of her strap inside you, rubbing tight little circles on your clit to ease the sting of her stretching you out.

she finally bottomed out and you had never felt more content in your entire life being caged between her muscly arms as she gave you pleasure others could only dream about (it’s me i’m others). abby glanced down and her pussy clenched around nothing at the sight of yours struggling to take every inch she had to offer you. “wow, f-fuck you really have the prettiest pussy don’t you doll? all for me yeah? no one else?” she pulled out halfway before slamming back into you making your body jolt. “y-yes abby s’all yours please keep going,” abby didn’t need to be told twice that’s for damn sure. she folded your knees to your chest and began putting in some serious work, not even bothered that the force of her thrusts had her thighs slapping against yours so hard her thighs were turning a dark shade of pink.

her hand wrapped around your throat squeezing with a little pressure, the coolness of her rings felt so good against your skin that was practically on fire. “so…so good abby s-so fuckin’ good,” you slurred, bringing your hands up to cup her face. her cheeks were flushed pink and her hair was sticking to her forehead that had a light sheen of sweat over it. “look s’handsome too you look so good,” there you went again calling her handsome, it was almost like you wanted her to fuck you until your bones were jelly.

it didn’t take long for your fourth orgasm to hit you like a truck, the shriek you let out nearly scaring poor cinnamoroll to death as she was sitting oh so comfortably on the couch. “yeah that’s right gimme another one c’mon baby,” abby grunted, gripping your cheeks in her hand before giving your face a rough slap. out of the corner of her eye she saw something move and glanced over to see cinnamoroll watching the two of you go at it like rabbits. “w-what’s wrong why’d you stoppp?” you whined tapping on her bulging biceps. abby blinked a few times before turning her attention back to you, “the cats watching,” was all she said makinf your brows furrow. you craned your neck and there was your kitten witnessing everything. you gasped covering your face with your hands, “go shut the door she doesn’t need to see her mommies doing this!” you cried shaking your head in disbelief. abby felt her heart swell a little when she heard you refer to you both as cinnamorolls ‘mommies.’

abby carefully pulled out, quickly making her way to the door to shut it but not before muttering a sorry for shutting the door in the poor kittys face. she turned around and nearly fell to her knees when she saw you were in a new position. you’d stripped yourself of your dress and were face down ass up, slightly wiggling your hips in a way to signal her you were ready to take her once more. “you’re a goddamn dream,” she muttered, gripping the fat off your ass in her hands before giving it three quick smacks. with no warning she pushed herself in to the hilt, making quick work to grab your hips so you wouldn’t collapse from the force. she set her knee of the bed before making a steady rhythm, the squelching of your pussy making her clit pulse. fortunately in this position the harness brushed her clit in the most delicious way possible, unfortunately though it was causing her thrusts to be a little sloppy.

she pulled you up by your neck, pressing your back against her chest. “tell me you love me,” she grunted resting her forehead on your shoulder. you mumbled out a weak ‘i love you’ but it wasn’t enough for her. she was hitting the right spots and it was making your brain so damn foggy you could barely think! not to mention your orgasm was creeping closer and closer :(. “say it louder,” she growled tightening her grip on your neck. you said it once more but it still wasn’t enough and abby was absolutely fed up. she brought her lips close to your ear before saying, “i swear to everything that is holy if you don’t scream that shit i’m gonna pull out and make you hump my shoe to get off.” her words were enough to make you cum on the spot, loud shouts of ‘i love you abby!’ echoing throughout your apartment.

abby held your body close as she continued to grind against you chasing her own orgasm. “motherfuck—shit y-you feel so good baby, so good for daddy like always,” she whined against your shoulder. she relished in the aftershocks of her orgasm before slowly pulling out of you once more. you flopped against the bed, groaning from soreness already. you turned on your back and quickly shuffled underneath the covers waiting patiently for abby to return from cleaning up the strap on. she returned shortly with a dopey smile on her face. you weakly lifted up the blanket signaling for her to join you which she happily obliged, gently maneuvering her body on top of yours so she was able to lay on your chest without crushing the rest of your body.

“i think…that was the best sex we’ve ever had,” you sighed dreamily, running your fingers through her hair that was no longer in its signature braid. she was about to speak when you both heard a little feet tap against the floor and automatically knew who it was. “my poor baby c’mere,” you pouted tapping the spot next to you on the bed. cinnamoroll was quick to jump on the bed and nuzzle into your neck purring contently. “so sorry you had to see that your poor eyes,” you cooed to the cat like this wouldn’t happen again in the future. abby chuckled shaking her head at how silly you were being, “you’re too cute babydoll…and to follow up with what you said before: that was the best sex we’ve had yet.”

trust and believe abby was already planning out the many positions she was going to put you in once you both gained some energy back hehe.

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