EREN LOVES HIS SON More Than Anything. Growing Up With A Father Who Tended To Give His Patients More

EREN LOVES HIS SON more than anything. Growing up with a father who tended to give his patients more love and care than his own son, your husband was worried greatly about following in his father’s footsteps.

He just wanted his boy to like him.

The bittersweet memories of Eren venting to you about his worries and fears over being a good father—while you stroked his long hair as he rested his head against your bump—came flooding back once you walked into your living room. There he was, sitting on the couch on a lazy Sunday afternoon with a bucket of popcorn for himself, while your three-year-old son smacked adorably on a cup of applesauce. Together, they watched about four episodes of a Nick Jr. show.

“Wanna watch one more?” Eren said, grabbing the remote as the show’s catchy outro song started to play.

“Uh huh!” Your son beamed.

As Eren pressed the play button, he reached over to gently pinch his son’s cheek, who giggled in response. That’s when Eren noticed you, and the love in his eyes only shined brighter once he caught a glimpse of his beautiful wife; the mother of his child.

Next thing you know, you’re cuddled up in between Eren and your baby boy, munching on buttery popcorn and encouraging your son to sing along to his favorite show. At the sight of it, Eren couldn’t help but press a kiss against the side of your head.

He loved his little family more than anything.

you know, i feel like choso is the friendly jock who’s really nice to the weird kids and v sweet to you, the shy girl. he eventually makes you his girlfriend officially after some time. but there was definitely a casual hook up phase that lasted for about a month between you two— a little over a month maybe.

you were a virgin when you met him but obviously that changed over time. it’s a little funny because you actually made the first move oddly enough. he held your cheek one night and— you snuggled your face into his palm, enjoying how warm he felt. every time he touched you it felt like a hug, you relished in it a bit with his eyes on you and a small smile on his face. but you completely took him by surprise when you took his hand and sucked on his pointer finger, looking up at him through your lashes.

you were shy but the kind of cock he gave you turned you into a lovesick, little fucking yandere lite. how could it not? he fucked you like he hated you and that was something you’ve never experienced before. you became somewhat of a fiend, really.

you were shy but you had zero qualms letting him split you open right on his thick, heavy cock— whether it be him folding you into a mating press or riding him until you were cross eyed and drooling.

you were shy but you never hesitated to offer your throat to him as if it were some sort of consolation prize when he had a bad day or a particularly rough day at practice— or maybe the team lost the game. just all “oh no! 🥺 would a blow job help you feel better? ♡” you’re so genuine about it too, he thinks it’s sweet. but he feels bad for taking you up on the offer because he feels like he’s taking advantage of you. he’s all you know, your very first boyfriend. often thinking sex = bandaid.

you were shy but the sweet venom that poured from your lips while he pounded into you was anything but coy. “don’t talk to other girls.. i’ll kill them.” it’s a breathy little remark and you say it as you’re about to cum. if anything, it gets him off— turns him on even more.

you were shy but who would have thought you’d turn into such a little cock drunken minx for him. you’re his own personal cheerleader, so willing to please him.

Gojo's "You cryin'?" but instead he's pounding into you from behind and it's constant and relentless and you're so over sensitive and full that your shaking and the only noises you can make are blubbery squeaks because... yeah yeah you are

we don’t talk about plug!eren, who is the perfect gentleman. The one who holds doors open for you, great manners with your folks, best friends with your younger siblings and cousins, your homegirls love him and just an all around good dude. The one who would drive clear across town in the middle of the night to get your favorite snacks, the one who’d hear you stressing and talking about some bill or expense you have and quietly go take care of it. “I already told you, don’t worry ‘bout that, mama. It’s handled.” Or the one who never exposes you to his lifestyle because it’s the last thing his princess needs to concern herself with. He’s so sweet, kind and loving..one would never guess he wouldn’t hesitate to kill a dude who shorted him on his money or supply. Or that just shortly before coming home to you, he probably beat someone unconscious for trying to set him up on a lick. You wouldn’t know a thing..not when he quietly slides into bed, where you’re lying flat on your stomach, in nothing but a t shirt, bonnet and panties, waiting for him to slide them off while he kisses down your spine. Muttering in your ear to just stay still and let him take care of you. “You awake, mama? I missed you..” In the deepest gruff as he delicately touches your skin, appreciating every inch. And you realize just how much he does when he spreads you open from behind, gripping your asscheeks and planking firmly on top you as he feeds you deep, passionate strokes. Slowly drilling you..with those sweet whimpers underneath him. You didn’t even have to move an inch, all he needs you to do is keep moaning and let him claim that beautiful pussy. That spot opening up so nicely after a couple thrusts. His tattooed hand and gold watch placed at the small of your back to keep you pinned down. “Mmm…just like that, baby. You ain’t gotta do shit..daddy got you.”

and he always will take such good care of his girl.

Teacher’s pet

Nanami Kento x Reader | Word count: 1.0k

Content warnings: afab!reader, nicknames used: little one, baby, light degradation, college student reader!, prof. nanami, throat fucking, coercion (?), shoe humping, reader is wearing a skirt

“Do you know why I asked you to stay today after class today?”

Your professor’s gaze is nothing short of scrutinizing, his blond brows furrowed in frustration. The air is so tense it’s nearly suffocating. There’s a loud silence enveloping the empty classroom, small noises seem amplified. The ticking of the clock, the creak of Nanami’s chair when he leans forward.

“Let me be clear,” he says, deep voice echoing, “the essay you submitted— the last several essays, have been less than substantial.”

“I—

He raises his brow, gesturing with his hand for you to continue. You clear your throat, eyes darting about the room as you pick at your cuticles.

“I understand that—

“Look at me when you’re addressing me.”

The words are firm and you hope— pray, he doesn’t see the way your thighs squeeze together at his dominance.

Brown eyes hold your stare, the thin lines from the creasing of his eyes, his tongue darting across his bottom lip to wet it. It’s all so distracting. It had been all year. In reality, he was to blame for your failing grade. Not that you’d ever tell him that.

You’re not stupid, contrary to what he seems to believe. You’ve seen the way he looks at you, even some of the other students. With their low cut tops, short skirts. Maybe, just maybe. Things could play in your favor.

“How can I— Let me make it up to you,” you whisper in (what you hope is), a sultry voice. You bite your lip, flutter your lashes, squeeze your thighs together just right.

Nanami stands from his chair, wheels of the chair roll across the linoleum floors, thumping into the white board behind him, stomps overwhelm your senses.

He’s so broad like this, so much larger than your smaller frame.

“What did you say?” He growls, hands shoved in his pockets as he bends to your height.

So apparently you were as dumb as he thought. Noted.

“I-I just meant that— well,” you laugh in an attempt to lighten the mood, “I meant that I could—

A large hand firmly grasps the ponytail resting at the top of your head, pulling you up to his height. It’s a strain, being at this angle. Standing on the tips of your toes, using his waistband to brace yourself against him.

“Are you that desperate for it?” He rumbles into your ear, thigh pushing between your legs, “That desperate for a passing grade that you’d try and coerce your teacher like that? I could get you expelled, you know?”

“I-I know.”

He hums, pulling on your hair, smirking when you cry out.

“But you won’t.”

That gets his attention.

“I know you won’t,” you say, a layer of false confidence falling over you, “if you were going to, you wouldn’t be pressing your cock into my side, Professor.”

Nanami is anything but gentle when he pushes you to the ground, hand still firmly gripping your hair while the other undoes his belt.

“Be good, and I’ll think about raising your grade.”

There’s a venom laced into his words that you’ve never heard, and you can’t deny the way it excites you. The way your cunt throbs when he presses your face against his boxer clad length.

“Take it out,” he commands.

And you do. Shaky hands pull his length out, pink tongue tentatively licking up the side of his cock as he looks down at you. A sharp tug at your hair tells you to stop teasing.

A whimper falls from your lips when the first drop of pre gets lapped up, eyes rolling back when his tip hits the back of your throat.

“You can take more,” he says, nudging your legs open with his foot. He shoves your lower half closer to the floor, and you gasp when his pointed shoe meets your heat.

It’s unspoken, what he wants you to do. So you drop your hips a little more, scoot just a smidge closer to him before your hips start bucking against his shoe moaning when he hits your core just right.

Nanami’s free hand moves to your jaw, the other still firmly grasping your head before he’s pressing his cock as deep as he can get.

Moans and whimpers vibrate against his sensitive head, curses fall from his lips as you let him use you. Let him fill the warm cavern of your mouth again, and again, and again.

You won’t last long like this, your hips rutting desperately onto him, hands clawing at his thighs when he pushes in, nestling your nose into the soft hairs resting along his pelvis.

“Fuck,” he groans, “doing so good, little one. Are you goin’ to take my load down your throat?”

You moan at his words, doing your best to nod in agreement as he continues to use you. Heavy balls slap against your chin, drool trails down your face, onto your uniform before hitting the ground below.

“Swallow it all,” he groans between gritted teeth.

Then his heavy load is filling the back of your throat. Your jaw aches from being forced open so long, but then he’s patting your hair as you hump desperately against the leather of his shoe, slick leaking onto him as you reach your own high.

When Nanami finally lets you go, you open your mouth on instinct. Show him how good you were.

He hums in approval before stepping back and sitting on the edge of his desk.

“Well,” he says, nodding his head towards the slick leather of his shoe, “clean up your mess.”

For my beloved @kentocidal <3 i love u forever n ever request: hi if u want can i please have either nanami or higuruma + teacher/student dynamic + nsfw

a/n: i have literally never written for this man in my whole entire life so if he is ooc i’m so sorry plz do not hate me 😭😭😭