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ryukatters · 9 months

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Ok so imagine:

Gojo is pretty emotionally disconnected from most, refuses to let himself get attached most of the time after everything thats happened to him.

And then you show up

He doesn’t want to slip up. He doesnt want to form another bond like that. But its like he can’t stop it. Maybe you just remind him of what he’s lost, maybe it’s the way you see him as him rather than “the strongest,” an annoyance, or something shallow. It happens slow, so slow he barely even picks it up, but the feelings bloom. You just enrapture him. And he remembers everything that happened last time he got so close to another person, and he’s terrified to accept it but terrified to turn it away and loose the last chance he might have at a relationship like that.

so he takes it, tries to claim you in every sense of the word. You’re weaker than him, possibly even an underling, so there’s definitely a power dynamic that makes it easier for him to keep control. Maybe he tries to keep you hidden, but maybe he likes to drag you around like a dog, only loaning you off to somebody else when it gets too dangerous. Either way, it’s not like you can run because he’d definitely find you. He is absolutely NOT going to lose something so important to him, not again. He’d do whatever it takes, even if it meant making himself look like the bad guy in your eyes because you understand him so well, so he’s sure he can turn your relationship back to the positive side with just a little explanation and coercion

(idk if this may be a bit ooc but… its been rotting in my brain ty for letting me dump it here)

trigger warnings/content: yandere, stalking, power dynamics, obsession, Gojo is a few years older than reader, no smut, just word vomit

It starts off small. You’re a budding sorcerer, a few years Gojo’s junior, and also a new teacher at Tokyo Jujutsu High, trying to adjust to your new job. Gojo takes it upon himself to mentor you. You don’t think anything of it, other than the fact that it’s a little intimidating to have the strongest sorcerer of the era to serve as your guide.

You’re strong, he can see. You’re hardened by a few rough years of working in the field, but even despite barely meeting you, your facade cracks and he can see the goodness underneath.

Gojo’s impenetrable most days. To a lot of people, he might be a loud, annoying nuisance, but to you, you see a broken man who tries to keep everyone at arm’s length at the expense of his pride and reputation as a formidable sorcerer.

Gojo’s extremely intelligent, and uses it to play his cards wisely. It took him years to build a persona that’ll prevent outsiders from ever looking in. You manage to unravel him day by day, and it almost frustrates him.

Almost.

Until he realizes there’s no point in fighting the inevitable— he’ll have to let you in eventually.

There’s a fear in Gojo’s eyes when he sees you. It’s like all tomorrows appear in a blink. Your entire essence, so good, so innocent about the cruelty of the world. It reminds him of innocence he once had in his youth. Something about you is so magnetizing, and no matter how much Gojo wants to fight it, he can’t help but be pulled in.

He wants you. And he wants you to want him. Need him. Desire him carnally in the way he does you.

Slowly, he lets you see parts of him that no one else has ever seen. His love is so overwhelming, and because it’s Satoru— with his sweet words and seemingly good intentions— he manages to have you fall for him too. And when he finally, officially has you (because let’s face it, he decided you were his long before that point), he manages to keep you under lock and key.

For your safety, he reasons.

After all— is he really the strongest if he doesn’t do what he can to keep you safe?

The rose colored glasses seem to wear off over time, and you start to see Gojo for the monster he really is.

It takes a few months of garnering courage to even attempt to begin planning your escape from him. You do it slowly, but carefully, calculating every step to make sure you don’t leave a trail behind.

You get one of the auxiliary managers to buy you a back up phone, set up a whole new bank account overseas, and eventually *secretly* book a ticket to a whole different country— one far from the grasp of Satoru Gojo.

Fate, by some miracle, seems to be on your side. Yaga calls both of you in for an emergency meeting. Gojo is being sent away on a week long mission abroad to snuff out a new curse user group that has connections to one here in Japan. You— a local mission to check out disappearances in a nearby town.

You can feel the hostility radiating from the man standing next to you. You dare to take a peek, and you see nothing but an airy smile. “Yaga, I’ll take care of their mission. It should be quick for me—“

“No, Satoru. They haven’t been on a mission in months, thanks to you being greedy and taking on everything. Being a good mentor means letting them take calculated risks.”

With that, both of you sign off on paperwork and begin to prepare for your respective missions. The atmosphere is tense in Gojo’s home— the same one he made you move into just a few months prior (“So you don’t have to worry about commuting so far. ‘Sides, there’s a lot of creeps lurking around out there, and I’m not talking about curses.”)

Gojo refuses to leave you until he makes sure that you’ll be safe. Borderline threatens Ijichi to keep a close eye on you, and the poor man is nothing short of pissing his pants.

He pulls you aside before Ijichi starts preparing the veil. One hand rests on your waist, squeezing almost a little bit too tightly, like he’s afraid you’ll vanish if he lets go, while the other tilts your chin up so you can meet his gaze.

He has his blindfold on, but you know all of his attention is on you. “I know you won’t have service inside the veil, but the second it gets lifted you’re going to call me.”

You nod, and listen like the good girl he likes you to be. With that, he gives you a kiss on the forehead before he leaves.

You manage to locate the missing victims and exorcise the curse in less than 48 hours. You do as you’re told and call Gojo. He picks up after the first ring, and you think you can hear a shuddered sigh of relief on the other line upon hearing your voice. He tells you he has to go, only because duty calls, and that he’ll talk to you soon. Be good. Update him. Don’t leave without permission.

As usual, you appease him.

You make it back home in record time, tell Ijichi to wait outside because you need him to take you somewhere.

You leave your phone behind— the one that Gojo has the location of— and shut the door with nothing but a small suitcase in tow.

Ijichi stammers, you want to go where? Alone? Does Gojo know about this?

You tell him there’s no time for questions and to start driving.

He drops you off at Narita, in the international terminal. He’s visibly sweating, no doubt fearing for both his life and yours once a certain white haired sorcerer gets back from his mission. You give him an easy smile and thank him, and he speeds off, probably to go into hiding as well.

Your hands are shaky as you hand the boarding pass to the flight crew, and the tremors don’t stop even as you take a seat inside the plane. Even when you arrive at your destination, lay down in your bed in what’s going to be your temporary home for who knows how long, does your anxiety fail to cease.

Gojo knows something is off. He’s blown up your phone with endless calls and texts, called Ijichi countless times, and even asked Yaga about your whereabouts. Nothing. Your radio silence confirms his intuition. He finishes up his mission quickly, before the one week allotment is up. The first thing he does when he steps foot in Japan is immediately teleport back home.

He’s met with silence, and hardly any trace of your cursed energy residuals to be seen. You’ve been gone for a few days, he deduces.

Anxiety starts to prickle the back of his neck, he doesn’t remember the last time he’s ever felt this much concern for anyone. Are you hurt? He tries calling you again, until he hears it. The slight buzzing sound emanating from your shared bedroom.

He picks up the device and sees the log of notifications. You really were gone.

Satoru looks through your phone— messages, emails, camera roll, bank statements— anything, anything to give him a hint as to what you were up to. Nothing. That’s okay, onto the next plan, which is honestly what he should’ve done first.

Being the strongest sorcerer had its perks, but none of them were greater than his privilege to investigate into people’s background history.

You know deep down there really was no escape from Satoru Gojo. That no matter the distance, he’d find a way back to you.

So when you see Gojo sitting on your bed in your hotel room, a part of you isn’t that surprised. The rest of you is paralyzed with anxiety of what comes next. You want to run, but you can’t. Your eyes begin to shift towards the still open door, trying to assess your options, but you’re hardly given a chance to finish your thought before Gojo is in front of you, closing the door. Effectively shut away from the outside world.

He’s not wearing his blindfold, you noticed. Which means he’s probably been tracking the flow of your cursed energy the moment you stepped foot into the lobby.

His stormy gaze meets yours, and he smiles. Your stomach drops.

“So…” he starts, voice sinfully low, “thought you could get away, hm?” He’s backed you up against the door, his strong frame pressed against yours.

Words bubble up your throat but die as they reach the tip of your tongue. You don’t want to set him off. You’ve only been given small glimpses into Gojo’s more sadistic, domineering side, which he does on purpose to serve as warning. You’re not like anyone else, so I’ll be good to you. In return, you must be good for me.

You start to tremble, legs beginning to fail you— but Satoru’s there to hold you steady. He uses one hand to grip your face, squishing both of your cheeks until your lips are pursed. He watches with deep adoration and fascination at how pliant the flesh is between his fingers. It’s like you were made for him.

“I’m willing to forget that you did this,” he hums, placing a quick peck to the tip of your nose before he presses his forehead against yours. “If you promise to get in that bed with me until I’ve decided you’re forgiven.”

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#kat’s writing #gojo x you #satoru gojo x reader #gojo x reader #satoru x y/n #gojo satoru x reader #satoru x reader #yandere!gojo #yandere!gojo x reader #cw.yandere #tw.yandere #cw.stalking #tw.stalking #cw.obsession #tw.obsession #cw.power dynamics #tw.power dynamics #kat’s demon time

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woahjo · 2 months

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cal idk if you’ve read killing stalking but i feel so bad for saying this but i MEED to tell someone bc i know killing stalking is the worse thing ever but i fell in a rabbit hole today and i unfortunately came to a conclusion that gojo would be sangwoo and geto yoonbum just bc something about gojo’s eyes/stare remind me of sangwoos

I HAVE read killing stalking!! I’ve said this before but I think it’s a very good psychological horror. people’s problem with it I think is that they read it as a romance when it’s deffff not LOL. like the internet sort of took killing stalking and ran with it as a romance and that’s why people go into it and cause uproar 😭😭😭 BUT I’m off topic

I have the opposite thought actually 😭😭 I think that getou is more of a sangwoo type, purely because he’s got that sort of aloof vibe and has killed people (real). and I think gojo is prone to the sort of obsessiveness and desperate infatuation that yoonbum suffers through.

#cal care package #tw.obsession #honestly killing stalking deserves it’s own trigger warning

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oh-katsuki · 2 years

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tw: obsession, yandere!izuku, jealousy, possessiveness

insane izuku does something to my blood. the way he’s so obsessed with you, the way he has the urge to literally become part of you if he could.

just imagine the look in his eyes, obsessive and adoring and fucking scary. the way his greedy scarred hands would feel across your body, how he’d touch and lick every part of you he could.

izuku’s inlaid jealousy. his insecurities all put towards you, doting and devoted and unbelievably possessive. it’s almost frightening. almost.

#[ 💋📞– thirsts ]#tw.jealousy #tw.obsession #tw.yandere #GOD JEEZ #yandere!izuku #you’d probably be able to see the little hearts in his eyes #he’s so fucking adoring #so patient but greedy and persistent #he’ll give you everything you want and more if it means you’ll look only at him #fuck the way he wants to take over your brain like you have his #izuku just leaning into those toxic urges and the way he wants to do it with YOU specifically #FUCK.#obsession at first sight frl

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noel-noa · 3 years

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Heyo! I saw you answering an ask and now I'm intrigued. 👀 Why do you think Izana would be possessive while Mikey obsessive? I agree that Sanzu would be a wildcard. Switching back and forth between the two and even some days be extremely cold and uncaring but love bomb other days.

tw // yandere , dark content , obsessive and possesive behavior

izana never had anything ini his life then he has you. he will become possessive because you are the first thing, also only thing he ever, and he isn't willing to lose you and to share you with anybody else and that means he would be willing to keep you secluded for him even in the early stage of relationship, and the lenghts he will go for you, oh boy. also he doesn't really care about your feelings, after all he is your owner why he should care about his belongings wanting.

the difference between mikey and izana here is, mikey has had it all but then lose everything. so when he has you, he will be obssesive. he cant let you out of his sight even for a second, he wants him to be the only one you care and look, he wants himself to consume all of your time and all of your being. that being said, mikey doesnt want you to hate him, he does his best to make you happy, anything you want he will grant it. even if you dont love him, you have to lie to say it back to him, because he is obsessive towards your love and i swear you dont want to see him go in a fucking rampage just because you dont say you love him back.

just hit me up

#izana #mikey #tokrev #p.ask #tw.yandere #tw.dark content #tokyo revengers #tw.obsessive brhavior #tw.possessiveness #patrice talk shits

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miyaagis · 3 years

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stress relief

you have devoted your entire existence to him, working so hard to be the partner he deserves. which is why you don't understand why he suddenly wants more and with someone else.

+ pairing. oikawa t. / fem reader | oikawa t. / iwaizumi h.

+ word c. 935

+ warnings. manipulation, cheating, tiniest bit of smut, obsessive behavior, mean iwa-chan :c

your relationship with oikawa is one of the things you treasure the most.

ever since you met him, you have strived to be a good woman so you could be worthy of being on the receiving end of his love. and when he finally noticed you, asking you out on a date under the cherry blossom outside your college, you knew you had to work even harder.

in your eyes, he’s such a good man, always there for his friends and family. he treats you like his princess—as long as you promise to devote yourself to him in return. but you don’t mind, quite the opposite, since you’re more than happy to dedicate yourself to the man you love if it means scoring the spot of his future wife and mother of his children.

sadly, when he starts showing up with love bites and becomes colder, you know he has found someone else. he doesn’t even bother hiding the purple marks, making your head fill with disturbing thoughts and past insecurities blooming back into your life.

but all those intrusive thoughts come to a stop as soon as he proposes.

it’s as if you’re back into the honeymoon phase. oikawa constantly brings you flowers and showers you with his love, taking you out on cute dates only to fuck you silly at night; praises falling from his lips as you cry out in pleasure at how good your fiancé’s cock feels inside your fluttering walls.

“i can’t wait to marry you,” his hands cup your cheeks, his lips placing small kisses all over your face.

the love radiating out of him makes you dizzy, a constant high that has you seeing the world in pink.

it all comes crashing down when you get home one night —a bag of his favorite takeout in your hands— only to find him balls deep in his best friend's ass.

iwaizumi hajime had never felt so satisfied in his entire life.

your tearful eyes and shocked look instantly make iwaizumi groan even louder, feeling pleasure at both oikawa’s cock inside of him and your evident heartbreak.

“shit– go away!” oikawa pants through ragged breaths, his thrusts stilling for a bit as he waits for you to leave, “stay in the living room.”

and that’s what you do. you wait patiently, praying for it all to be a nightmare while your fiancé finishes fucking another man in your bedroom.

when iwaizumi walks past you as he makes his way out, he pats the top of your head twice and chuckles at the state you’re in. he never understood what oikawa saw in you. maybe it's the way he has had you wrapped around his finger since day one, allowing him to do with you as he pleases. but many other girls would've let him do the same to them. he honestly has no idea, but now that you know about their little secret, he’s filled with a sense of satisfaction.

“princess?”

oikawa’s voice is the catalyst of your breakdown, making your sobs break through your body and sending you into pure agony. tears pour out of your eyes as an oppressive pain places itself on your chest and threatens to cut out your source of air.

“no, no, baby,” he rushes to your side, watching you weep out of heartbreak, “will you let me explain, please?”

his fingers rub circles on your thighs in a comforting way, waiting for you to uncover your face and look at him. but when you refuse to do so, he starts talking again.

“work has had me so stressed, the last thing i wanted was to take it out on you,” the hint of distress and sadness in his tone sends another jolt of pain to your heart. you had no idea he had been feeling this way, “it’s good to blow off some steam every once in a while, you know?”

it takes you a few minutes, but it all starts to make sense. he has always been so good to you, so caring and attentive, and all this time he has been looking out for you. but still, you don’t comprehend why it has to be him.

“iwa-chan is so kind, isn’t he?”

“i could help too,” you finally say, your voice sounding so small that it makes oikawa frown—he hates to see you so sad, “you can... you can use me instead of him.”

“oh, sweetheart,” he coos, wrapping his arms around your frame and pulling you onto his lap, “you have nothing to worry about. remember that soon, before god and our families, you’ll be my wife.”

he wipes your tears away with his thumb as he beams at you, his radiant smile covering you like a warm blanket. reassurance, that’s all you need.

“you promise?”

“pinky promise.”

and he holds onto his word. six months later you’re happily married, officially becoming oikawa tooru’s wife.

it comes with a high price, though.

you have to put up with coming home to the sounds of your husband’s and his best friend’s moans echoing all over your home, and then the latter staying for dinner. you have to ignore how he blatantly smiles at your husband or rests his hand on his thigh, acting as if you weren’t right in front of them.

that’s if you’re lucky because, sometimes, he stays over at iwaizumi’s for days and only returns for a change of clothes.

but you’re a good wife and it’s only fair you let him distract himself from his demanding job. if only he used your body instead of another man’s.

#oikawa x reader #haikyuu x reader #oikawa tooru #iwaizumi hajime #oikawa x reader smut #oikawa smut #haikyuu smut #oikawa x iwaizumi #tw.manipulation #tw.obsessive behaviour #tw.cheating #iwaoi #iwaoi.xo

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ryukatters · 9 months

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"Potentially in the mood to answer some thirsts and or short requests"

gojo, just gojo.

don’t make this harder on me — satoru gojo x reader

content/warnings: exes to lovers, some angst, obsession, potentially yandere, they both kith

pairing: gojo x fem! reader

summary: you need him to stop looking at you like that. you’re just friends now. gojo says otherwise.

Ex-bf! Gojo who is so miserably insufferable. You didn’t expect to see him much after you broke up with him, but if there’s one thing Satoru Gojo is, it’s persistent.

You’re not sure what you were thinking, honestly, given the fact that both of you share mutual friends. He’s unavoidable. Akin to a shadow, him. You can feel the way his strikingly blue eyes sear into your skin whenever he’s around.

He’s sweet, too sweet, even after you walked away and left him all lonesome. The break up was more one sided than anything, but when did Gojo ever say no to you?

You wanted some space? He’ll give you some. But you need to know he’ll do whatever it takes to win you back.

He’s sweet while he listens to you, subconsciously leaning in to hear you better, clinging on to every word as though he were afraid he’d miss a single step in the cadence of your voice. Even sweeter when he presses up against you, effectively pinning you in between him and the marble countertops in Suguru’s kitchen.

The party is loud, nearing its climax with everyone too intoxicated to see what’s going on where you two are at. The music drowns out and all you can see and hear is Satoru.

“I’ve missed you so much, baby,” he murmurs against your cheek, pressing a chaste kiss on your plump skin.

The pet name makes you snap back to reality, with both arms trying to push your ex off. He doesn’t budge. He does pull away though, enough for you to see the unmasked disappointment and hurt in his cerulean orbs. Your heart aches, and you have to remind yourself that it’s not your place to comfort him anymore— even if you’re the source of his heartbreak.

Your hands grip at his biceps, in an attempt to both put even more distance between you two and to steady yourself. In return, he tightens the grip on your hips.

You’re trapped. With Gojo. The sensible part of you wants to run, to keep that distance between you both because you know the weaker, less rational side of you wants to curl up in his familiar and warm embrace.

“Gojo,” you begin with a sigh. “You can’t call me that. We’re not together anymore.”

“It’s Satoru to you, princess. And that’s why I’m here right now, I’m gonna change that,” he brings one hand to cup your cheek, and you have to will yourself not to melt into his warmth.

“You can’t change anything,” you whisper, though it sounds more like a plea. Don’t. I don’t think I’ll have the strength to keep refusing you.

“Shh..” he coos, his lips pressing another kiss, this time towards one corner of your mouth. You can practically feel yourself salivate from anticipation. “We did it your way the first time, but now you’ve gotta listen to me, ‘kay?”

You stare at him blankly, afraid that any word or action that comes out of you will betray what you’ve been so adamant about.

Your silence is telling, and Satoru can’t help but smile. He loves how stubborn you can be at times, because it makes the reward so much sweeter.

He kisses you, on the lips this time, with such gentleness that it makes your head spin. You stay that way for a few seconds before he pulls away. You find yourself craving his touch. He studies you for a second, azure orbs calculating before he pulls back in, this time with a more forceful kiss.

You let out a whine of surprise and he swallows it wholeheartedly. He brushes his tongue against your lower lip, urging you to let him in.

And you do.

Satoru moans the minute you part your lips for him, his tongue swiping against yours and easily overpowering it. He wedges one of his legs in between yours, muscular thigh pressing up against the slowly growing wet spot by your core.

Your mind starts to grow fuzzy at the edges because he hasn’t parted from you, and it’s only when both of you are gasping for breath does he pull away, but doesn’t let you go.

“Toru…” you whine.

“Yeah, that’s exactly what I want to hear, baby.”

You want to curse yourself for being so weak for him. But with the way he looks at you, how it looks like he thinks you hung the moon, you feel a little bit better.

“You know what else I wanna hear?” His lips brush against your earlobe, and it feels like your entire body is on fire. He nips at the cartilage a bit. “Come back home with me, so you can find out.”

Work belongs to @ryukatters. Please do not repost or translate my writing on any platform.

#fae 💜#mooties 💜#he’s a little unhinged but that’s bc love makes him a little crazy #IM ON A ROLL TONIGHT #kat’s writing #kat’s demon time #gojo x y/n #gojo x you #gojo x reader #satoru x you #satoru x reader #tw.yandere #cw.yandere #tw.obsession #cw.obsession

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ryukatters · 3 years

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A drabble based off of this: https://vm.tiktok.com/ZMRAX8CWF/

Context: Tiktok about how putting a pillow under a person’s pelvis can get them pregnant bc it allows for a better angle for c*m + comments saying that putting your legs up helps with conception (don’t ask me if this is true BECAUSE I HAVE NO IDEA JSJDJSKSK)

A/N: no I don’t want to talk about it <3 @phasmwrites has convinced me to post this draft that I wrote a while back, so this one is for you baby

Content/warnings: dark content, modern AU, smut, baby-trapping, dub con, non con, obsession, toxicity, mentions of pregnancy, unprotected sex, degradation, overstimulation, choking, if i’m forgetting something please let me know

Pairing: Eren Jaeger x afab reader

Minors, if you know what’s good for you, do not interact with whatever is below the cut.

Eren who is so deeply and passionately in love with you. Eren who loves so intensely that it causes him to become paranoid. Eren who will do anything to make sure you won’t leave him.

You’re the answer to his prayers, like an angel sent from above. From the moment he set his eyes on you, he knew you were the one. And he’d be damned if he ever let you go. You were the type of love people wrote songs about, dedicated their lives to finding, the type of love that can make someone go mad.

You two almost always fuck with a condom. And on the off chance you don’t, the pills you took daily on the dot served as another layer of protection to prevent any accidents. Eren also always went out of the way to buy you a Plan B the morning after. The two of you were both young, still in college. The idea of starting a family was one of the last things on your mind, too many years ahead.

Eren has different plans. He thinks that having a child is one fool-proof way of showing others that you’re taken. He can’t stand the mere thought of some random even attempting to woo you, so if they see your belly nice and round with his baby? No one else would stand a chance. He knows it’s wrong, but what other choice does he have? There’s so many other guys out there that could just waltz into your life and steal you away from right under Eren’s nose. He wants to make sure that never happens.

He also knows that you’d make an excellent mother— so kind, nurturing, loving. You won’t be able to stand raising your own without him by your side, you love him too much. You’ll be forced to need him, which is exactly why he decides to throw away your birth control tabs in the trash one morning while you were sleeping.

His princess deserves only the best, which is exactly why he takes the time to prep you, making sure you’re wet enough to take everything he has to give you. He makes sure that you’re comfortable, propping your bottom up on a plush pillow so he can go deep, just how you like it.

“Hey,” a voice snaps you back to reality. Your gaze shifts to Eren, who slaps the head of his cock against your clit, rubbing tantalizing circles around it one, two, three times before dipping the tip inside your tight hole that’s fluttering with desire. “There you are. Pay attention, alright? Not gonna ask again.”

“Wait, babe. Condom?”

“I’ll pull out.” He says it so quickly and with such conviction that you believe him.

When’s the last time you took your pills again? You can’t remember. Eren managed to distract you every single time your alarm went off to take it. You guess you forgot. You should be fine, right? As long as your boyfriend pulls out.

Eren brings his face close to yours, tendrils of his hair ticking your cheek. He gives you a wide smile before bringing his lips down to meet yours. He slips his tongue into your wet cavern, wanting to savor every single piece of yourself that you offer to him. You find yourself missing the warmth he brings once he pulls away, but not for long. Eren lips find their way to your neck, alternating between sucking and biting harshly on the sensitive skin. Every love bite he paints onto your skin fills him with satisfaction. Just another method of marking what’s his, another way to show others that you belong to him, and only him.

He gives you another kiss before he sheathes himself within you fully. Your back arches off the mattress as you let out a loud moan. He leans down to take one of your nipples into his mouth, tongue swirling around your areola, sucking and biting lightly, hoping to ease any pain you’re feeling before giving the other one the same treatment.

He starts off slow, his girth dragging along your insides tantalizingly before being sucked back in. He loves seeing you squirm as he fills you. He’s always said that you were perfect for him, that you two were made for each other. That the way your pussy wraps around his member like a glove was just a testament to that statement.

His pace picks up, sweet gasps and groans falling from his lips as you both get lost in the pleasure. Eren can feel the knot in his abdomen threaten to unravel much sooner than he’d like. He stops suddenly after a particularly rough thrust to prevent himself from finishing too early, his throbbing member resting against the inside of your thigh.

The pause is enough to snap you out of your daze and back bring you back to reality. Your lift your head up to look at him. He meets your gaze, smirking wickedly before ramming back into you suddenly, pace picking up as if he never stopped. Your boyfriend really seems to be pushing it a bit too close this time around.

“Babe, don’t cum inside m-“ you warn, before being cut off with a deep kiss from Eren that has your mind spinning.

“But you just feel so good, baby. Squeezing me so tight,” he pants, lips brushing against yours. “Makes me want to fill you up.”

You let out a faint gasp. He knows it’s sick, but the fear in your eyes makes him go dizzy. He feels like a predator that’s finally trapped his prey.

“But—” you try to protest.

“’S makin’ me want to see how pretty your pussy’s gonna look with my cum. Be a good girl and just take it.” He doesn’t falter. “Fuck, I’m so fucking close. I’m gonna fuck a baby into you, I swear I will.”

“Eren, don’t—“

A sudden hand wrapped around your throat causes your pleas to die on the tip of your tongue. Eren’s verdant eyes are electrifying, eyebrows drawn together in a mixture of annoyance and pleasure.

“Don’t tell me what to do. I’m doing this for the both of us, so you should learn to be more grateful.”

He continues to fuck into you, his length hitting every spot that makes you feel like you’re slowly ascending to heaven, his pelvis slapping against your clit. His eyes never leave you. He doesn’t want to miss a single second of this. He wants to see you fall apart over and over again because of him. He’s convinced that he’s the only one who can make you feel this good. The lewd sounds of your arousal resonate throughout your shared bedroom. You’re trapped under the heat of Eren’s body. It feels like you’re being consumed— every moan, every gasp, every twitch, every thought, it belongs to him. Eren Jaeger’s laid you out on a silver platter with every intention devouring you whole.

He gives you a fleeting kiss, before lifting your legs and placing them over the expanse of his broad shoulders. The new position somehow causes him to go even deeper. You wince as you feel his member brush against your cervix.

“You’re mine, you got that?”

All you can do is nod.

He thumbs your clit, expertly rubbing circles in time with his thrusts. The added pressure against your already abused nub has your orbs rolling back into your head, mouth agape as you struggle to form any coherent thought or phrase that could accurately illustrate just how completely fucked out you felt.

“You better fucking cum before I do, or else I won’t let you finish,” you both know it’s an empty threat. He’s always put your pleasure above his. He knows your body like the back of his hand, knows just how to kiss you to leave you breathless but wanting more, knows just what filth to utter to have your mind go blank, knows just how to angle his thrusts to hit that spot that has you seeing stars. He’s memorized every single thing about you to a T.

It’s times like these, with your bruised lips open slightly as you let out those sweet whines that he loves so much, your slick making a mess on Eren’s torso and the sheets, where he thanks whatever celestial forces there are that granted him this sweet sense of nirvana. He thinks you look utterly perfect, and it’s all because you let him ruin you and piece you back together, again and again. He feels his heart swell just in time with the way your gummy walls clench around him, your arousal dripping down your ass and soiling the sheets, signaling your orgasm.

“God, I love you so much,” he breathes.

You’re too far gone at this point to even respond, babbling nonsensically. That won’t do for Eren.

“And you love me. Say it,” he snarls, viridian eyes frantically searching yours for confirmation. You nod, mind hazy and tears blurring your vision.

“I love you, Eren,” you manage to say through gasps.

Just that simple phrase is enough to do him in. Those four words hold such a weight that he finds himself climbing to his release rapidly with no promise of respite.

“Fuck, fuck, fuck, that’s it. Take it, fucking take my cum,” he punctuates each word with a rough thrust. Your hands fly to his pelvis in one last attempt to have him cum anywhere but inside you, but Eren’s just too strong. He throws his head back, groaning out a string of profanities as he plateaus. He paints your walls white with a copious amount of hot, thick cum. He rides out the last of his orgasm before stilling his hips against yours.

He pulls out carefully, slowly in order to ensure his efforts don’t go to waste. You can feel your lover’s warm seed threaten to spill out of you, muscle still clenching from the aftershocks of your climax.

Eren slaps one large hand over your abused heat, plunging two of his digits inside your sensitive hole before striking you a stern look. “Don’t waste it, princess. We’ll have to start all over again.”

You both knew it was just another empty threat. He’d do it again even if you were good and listened to him. Because once Eren’s decided on something, he’ll make sure it happens.

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