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things i have concurred so far:

every time tighnari visits sumeru city he always makes sure to bring you some sort of exotic botany that can only be found in the wild, he takes pride in the way your room is filled with them and how you’re extra protective of them

dehya, nilou, cyno, haitham, tighnari, and candace all go out for drinks together whenever they miraculously find themselves in the same place, the night is usually spent getting shit faced with cyno explaining all the boring rules of his card game and dehya almost choking him

dehya is the biggest secret sweetheart

cyno is a classic tsundere!!!!!

nilou is your resident “airhead” but she loves to hang out/spend time with you no matter what you’re doing she can find fun in anything

haitham hates the word partner/gf/bf he’s always always a darling type man!!! you’re his dearest! his darling! his lover! his everything!!!

cyno looks really touchy-feely, i can see him tracing over any scars, freckles, or mindless lines all over your body while you’re sleeping at night i just know he loves skin to skin contact like pls!

haitham’s roommate hates him so much because he doesn’t stop fucking you even if he’s home, i know that man has absolutely no shame about it

tighnari loves the sun and on the very rare day he can spend a few hours alone with you and it’s not raining? he chooses to lay by the creek soaking it all up talking about anything you’ll indulge him in

+ he doesn’t mind shedding a few layers to swim

cyno is the best kisser out all of them, this is fact

Just an idea for Genshin cult au enthusiasts also spoilers to Enkanomiya:

-For starters let’s tackle the Creator. From the recent world quest and the new lore added with the new area. Supposedly long before Celestia came to be, Teyvat is ruled under one nation, one culture and what not. So just imagine that the ruler of this one unified nation is what is now known as the ‘Creator’.

-Then Celestia came and started colonizing Teyvat via waging war to its one nation and the Creator. The Creator died in the war and the nation was scattered/destroyed. Ever since then the Creator persistently tried to get back to Teyvat to reclaim it and unified it once more but Celestia keeps intervening resulting with many civilizations destroyed.

-How is it that the Creator keeps coming back when they died in the war? Because the Creator is The Creator. The original god of Teyvat, after the creation of Teyvat the Creator stayed and ruled over their people. No ones has ever tried to usurp the Creator so Celestia’s violent approach came as an unpleasant and devastating surprise. Even if the Creator is powerful they have absolutely no experience in fighting. But they are a God when they ‘died’ they simply sent their soul to another world to heal and gather back their strength.

-Why do they keep losing? They are too much of a pacifist. Ever since from the beginning they know nothing but peace. They never really dwell on the much more violent side of their power. They do however created the seven dragon lords sovereign to help them run the nation. They have about 80% of the Creator’s power and their sole purpose is to protect the people. Celestia used that against them and lost.

-Why did they lost when they are almost as powerful as the creator? They were too busy protecting the people because Celestia keeps bombarding them with attacks that could easily kill the weaker and frailer beings. Before they knew it, Celestia already slain the Creator. The dragon lords retreated when they felt the creator’s death. Cursing humanity and blaming them for the Creator’s death.

-The Creator made themselves reborn as a human to lay low. They have live countless lifetimes as a human and because of that they have gotten quite attach to their human lifestyle. When they came back to Teyvat, they took care of laying low and see what Celestia had done to their beloved world. In the process of that, they had created Khaenriah. Then Celestia destroyed that too and ever since the Creator never came back.

-What did Celestia do after the Creator’s first death? They erase all traces of the Creator by creating false fables and history or just outright destroying any traces of them. It is for the hope that it will lessen the power of the Creator believing that worship and belief is the one powering them but it is not the case. When Celestia came to this conclusion they opted to destroy whichever nation the Creator decided to hide in or nurture/build.

-Because ultimately the Creator is a creator, a farmer that plant seeds and nurture their field to grow. They are not a destroyer and never will be because it is not them. They do not govern over destruction but their creation do. Their creation have the capacity to destroy and fight back, they just needed time but Celestia will not allow them that. It is merely a bonus that this indiscriminate genocide made the Creator hesitant to come back.

-When they learn of Khaenriah and how close they are to waging war against Celestia or taking back Teyvat. They have grown wary. Celestia then decided to fight fire with fire. They let the little nation be and instead created the Archon War to hinder its development because surely the Creator wouldn’t let Teyvat suffer through this bloodshed. To Celestia’s displeasure, the tiny realm in which Khaenriah resided were sealed off from their eyes by Teyvat itself, making the gods of Celestia and the Creator ignorant of each other’s actions.

-A faux war created to smoke out the Creator from their lair turn into a real devastating one.

-Celestia and Teyvat were in a stand still with Celestia brewing more chaos and bloodshed and Teyvat enduring it all for the sake of its Creator. Celestia out of pure desperation to get to the Creator decided to open the ‘gates’ by that I mean they decided to make people believe and worship the Creator. Celestia hoped that the countless prayers of the people on Teyvat will coax the Creator out. Unknowing of the fact that the Creator is now human and thus doesn’t have the same capabilities of a god.

-The Creator now known as Eclipse, the first ruler and founder of Khaenriah, took great care of the nation. They make sure that they will never end up like the rest by giving them knowledge and wisdom and the determination to now bow to any god. The only one who knew of the full truth is their sole confidant, their first pupil, Gold. When the Creator perish due to their now human lifespan, Gold planned to conquer the above ground as a last gift for her mentor and parental figure. For her only God.

-When the war concluded and the seal that protected Khaenriah was torn down, both Teyvat and Celestia, depleted of power, have learn the truth of the Creator. Teyvat is content and happy that it finally protected its Creator, even though they still somewhat died. (at least this time they died happy) Teyvat went to a long hibernation to recover from its ‘fight’ with Celestia.

-Meanwhile Celestia felt cheated. Their nemesis and ‘rival’ decided to be human and for what?! Filled with rage and pettiness, they gave the Gnosis to the winners of the war with the intent to corrupt its bearer with a twisted sort of worship to the Creator and a last verdict ‘Kill anyone that dare wore their face’.

-Celestia is determine to show to the Creator that they aren’t human and will never be one. Once the Creator got that beaten up in their human form and finally go back to their godly glory, they will once again enact the olden days. Where they will baptized the lands with the crimson blood of the nation they nurture and their own golden ichor.

-First they have to deal with this one, “The pride of humanity”. Pathetic.

If that is generally the dendro archon I can see why the Tsaritsa cut ties with Celestia. A continent wide disaster that crippled nations and killed two adult archons along with thousands of mortals and Celestia then thinks its a good idea to give a preschooler divine power and authority. That is incredibly unethical and a completely legitimate reason to give up hope with Celestia.

Like on top of all her personal losses, the likelyhood of her having kept a mental record of everything Celestia has done wrong throughout her rule as the cryo archon and the potential theory that she was romantically involved with the previous dendro archon. Celestia pulls that. That's enough reason to snap.

i know it doesn’t fit in with the vibes of the era that inazuma is based on but consider ayato having an outlander spouse from somewhere like monstadt that does have a corset-adjacent kind of dress . . . he seems the kind who’d like it laced just a little too tightly and hearing you get breathless and seeing your eyelashes flutter when he dies fuck you in it.

as an actual royal guard dain also fits the ‘knight helping a royal lace their corset’ so well . . . so strong and silent and reliable . . . and though some memories fade, the laces in his hands are still as familiar as ever even if you’re (prettier, more wantable, more his) different from the royal family he once served. he will still serve you. unlacing the corset is just as familiar.

diluc helping you get dressed, dismissing your ladies maid . . . the ribbons of your corset are always needing replacements; the maids just don’t understand how they get scorched so often—

and. of course. zhongli. taking his slow, careful time with it all. lingering on every tightening and every loosening; his desire to manage you a little extending to dressing and undressing you even if it will in the end be only for his eyes.

honey, call me honey

summary: kaeya’s presence has always soothed you, grounded you against the fraying whiplash of the storm. until it doesn’t, and suddenly you’re untethered, trying to find your way back.

pairing + wc: kaeya x gn reader, 5.8k

genre: hurt/comfort, miscommunication/misunderstanding trope

tw: anxiety, overthinking

notes: i hate the miscommunication trope but for kaeya it made too much sense. this is mostly just some baseless hurt/comfort and a character study. listen to honey by trace while u read (if u want) ty to @reddriot and jupiter for beta help ♡ there’s a taglist for on my pinned post if u so desire ?

you’ve just finished clearing out a hilichurl camp - it was easy work, the rain made your electro vision particularly powerful - and you’re heading back to the knights’ headquarters. rain slicks the road with mud, your boots slip and your clothes are soaked, but it’s quiet out. the skies are dark with an oncoming storm. something tugs inside your chest; you can feel the lightning building in the air, it fizzes on your tongue like champagne or the numbing spices in liyuen cuisine.

the guards at mondstadt’s gates greet you, tucked back under the eaves of the guard towers so as to avoid the rain. you wave back - it barely qualifies as a wave, just a hesitant hand raise as you glance up and then train your gaze back on the muddy ground. water runs between the cobblestones of the street. you track it with your eyes; you don’t need to look up to get back to headquarters, back to kaeya.

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. . .pairing: dainsleif x reader . . .cw: fluff, slight angst but in a good way. reader is implied to be from khanri'ah . . .a/n: inspired by a korean flower meanings chart. (Great Maiden's Blush: you are the only one who understands me')

dainsleif's breaths are soft against your ear, arms gentle around you as you drift in and out of sleep.

there's something about the depth of this night. something about the deep, deep blue that caves up towards the sky, something about the dancing stars that wink and flutter in their heavenly heights.

you don't think much of it when his lips press a soft kiss to your cheek, or when he cradles your hand in his, brushing his thumb over your skin.

he comes closer, presses himself closer against you, whispering words to you that are secret to the rest of the world.

"you are the only one who understands me."

you hope he doesn't hear the way tears choke in your throat in the same way that he hopes you know of the raw emotion that grips his heart.

taglist: @tiredsleep @serenenation @xienn @azureexursion @surukaze @yuzuricebun @uchihaeirin @loptido

you, yourself (diluc)

pairing - diluc ragnvindr x gender neutral reader

word count - 2552

genre - angst with comfort

format - fic

warnings - changing yourself for the sake of others, crying, one sided discourse

summary - after a long day of work and fueled by exhaustion, diluc impulsively says some things he doesn't mean to you, his lover, and is confused when the next day you aren't acting like yourself and more like him.

a/n - yeah this is heavy. changing yourself to please others really sucks. additional note, the reader is a bit stylized for plot purposes meaning they have a bit of a personality to them but i still hope it makes for a good angsty experience. there'll be more of this topic with the other characters i write for which is why diluc's name is in brackets :)

content under the cut!

if master diluc were to embody wispy shadows and the darkness of night, you were a basket of sunshine and embodied warm, fuzzy bumble bees.

diluc himself wasn't exactly sure how he'd managed to fall at your feet, heart on his sleeve instead of locked away behind his chest. for someone who lives in the dark, you were the end of the tunnel, his bright light. he'd managed to stumble his way into love and yet you welcomed him with open arms, took his hands and said "we'll do it together."

you were no different, always the bubbly and cheerful one you'd found yourself at a loss for words when one day you realized the elusive and mysterious master diluc had captured your heart. in a way his liking to the shadows and quiet demeanor drew you in not unlike a moth to a flame.

you weren't total opposites though, after all a relationship needs to have some middle ground. you both loved chess, private time, and a good book in the early moments of evening when the crickets in the bushes that surrounded dawn winery had yet to come out.

a bit of an "oddball couple" (as kaeya affectionately referred to the pair of you), it wasn't uncommon for many locals to see your hand intertwined with the wine tycoon's as you walked towards angel's share—you rambling on about a pretty butterfly or the like you'd seen during your commissions today, while diluc simply nodded and listened along with a loving smile on his face.

diluc at first was hesitant to reach out to someone so luminous like yourself. where you thrived in light he lurked in shadows and he wasn't all that sure that his affections would manifest into anything meaningful. he can still fondly recall your comment on his perception: "to hell with opposites! i like you, you like me, that's all that matters!" you had said with the biggest grin you had to offer.

and you were right, despite your differences the only fact that mattered was that you loved each other. you both believed so at least.

but as of late, diluc's patience had been running thin. the lack of sleep combined with hours upon hours of work both for his business and for the protection of mondstat left him weary and lethargic. by the end of the week he felt little more than a shell of a man.

today, he'd woken up with a glorious three hours of sleep to his name, left in a hurry without the breakfast you carefully prepared (to which he deeply apologized with a kiss on your cheek), sat through countless boring meetings, and sifted through mountains of transportation and quality check documents.

by the time he was to bartend at angel's share for the night, the exhaustion was visible on his sullen face. the shot glasses in his palms felt as heavy as lead, and though drink orders came in through one end of his ear, they always exited out the other side like the faintest of winds. and something else brewed quietly within the confinements of his mind: anger fueled by exhaustion and frustration. he'd almost snapped at a nearby drunkard but managed to reign himself in, though he didn't know how long he could keep it up.

"maybe you should take a break boss..." diluc was brought back from his thoughts into reality when charles placed a comforting hand on his shoulder.

"...i'm fine," he meant to mumble, but it emerged from his lips more like a sour grumble.

he turned to resume mixing drinks when your hand came to rest upon his knuckles, stilling his movements.

"actually charles, he'll take you up on that suggestion. come on diluc." you gently pried the glass away from him.

"(y/n)." from his stern eyes and warning tone alone you could tell he wasn't happy with your interjection.

"i'm sorry, but you need some rest, even for just a few minutes." you smiled apologetically and took him by the arm, pushing the back entrance door open in the process.

the cool night air did little to calm the simmering anger and frustration that had been swimming in the deepest pits of his stomach for the past few days. in an attempt to get a grip on himself, he leaned his forearms on the wooden beams and massaged his burning temples with the tips of his fingers.

"feeling better?" with a gentle smile you placed your palm on his shoulder.

"...quite." he grunted, though his grainy voice betrayed his response.

"you don't really think i'd believe that right?" your teasing smile fell when he made no move to reciprocate or validate your comment. "you've been working so hard lately," you paused to collect your thoughts, and tried to pick up the mood with your signature brightness, "but on the bright side at least you've accomplished so much! i'm very proud of you and you should be proud of yourself too." still, no answer from your lover.

heaving a heavy sigh, you spoke up once again. "you're doing your best no matter what, i hope you realize tha-"

"must you always be like this?" the atmosphere suddenly grew cold and bitter, as did his voice.

"be...be like what?" your smile grew confused and began to feel out of place on your face.

"you drag me out here in the middle of a shift and for what- for me to listen to your rambles again?" he sucked in a sharp breath through gritted teeth and met your puzzled eyes, the ends of his fingers dug into the polished wooden banister in front of him.

"di-"

"there's no end to it is there? you simply ramble on and on and expect me to listen but there's only so much i can take. archons forbid you ever shut your mouth for once." the eyes that had looked at you so fondly this morning now burned with quiet passion, as if the gentle flips of a fan over cooling embers had begun to rapidly move up and down. you stood in utter bewilderment and hurt, each syllable of his words slapping you across the face like a whip.

diluc however, seemed not to notice the utter look of pain on your face. the rims of your eyes began to pool with tears as you desperately looked at him for any sense of rationality.

"diluc could we talk-"

i simply do not have time for this, please excuse me." he scoffed and brushed past you back in through the doors of the tavern.

and all you could do was stand there, watching as his figure retreated past the wooden door, and let his words ferment in your mind as tears cascaded down your face.

the words you so badly wanted to speak got caught in your throat and coagulated in place.

***

diluc doesn't remember how he managed to fumble through his last shift at angel's share, nor does he remember exactly how he somehow stumbled home and flopped into bed still wearing his day clothes. what he does remember is the feel of your hand on his knuckles, and nothing else. everything was a blur mixed in with exhaustion and frustration.

the morning greeted him with an aching spine that sent shoots of pain down towards his legs. unconsciously, his hands stretched out seeking the warmth of your body...

...only to find your side of the bed cold. his eyes snapped open and, though blearily, he scanned the room in search of your figure. perhaps you'd simply gotten up to use the restroom or change clothes. but much to his bewilderment, you were nowhere in sight. your side of the bed had been neatly made. the satchel you usually carried everywhere hung from a nearby rack in the entrance to the bedroom.

confused, he managed to clamber off of his awkward sleeping position from the bed and went about his morning routine. the feeling of going through the motions of his morning felt off without you by his side, reminding him to brush in circles instead of straight lines, or adjusting the broach on his chest while he fumbled with the buttons of your shirt.

he finished up and pulled open his bedroom door, only to jump in surprise when you stood there, fist raised as if you were about to knock.

"good morning." you politely smiled, looking at him with loving eyes.

the minute you opened your mouth, diluc felt a sick feeling crawl up his spine. your voice, it was odd, something he couldn't place his finger on.

"good morning, my love." he pressed a swift kiss to your forehead.

"i've made breakfast." there it was again, your voice. something was wrong, despite the fact that you looked perfectly normal, even your signature smile was on full display.

as if to silently ask you if something had happened, he placed one of his large, warm hands on your shoulder, the other finding solace on your cheek.

"you could have woken me up. i thought you loved my pancakes?" he spared a teasing smile, just for you, but it fell flat quickly. usually you'd make a witty remark or tease him just the same. but instead you simply stood there, that same smile on your face, and took his hand.

"the food will get cold." you spoke quietly, tugging him towards the stairs.

he obliged and followed but the nauseating feeling eating away at diluc's skin hadn't ceased. something was wrong, he could feel it. and yet as you sat down in front of him at the dining table and cut into your waffles, you appeared perfectly normal.

diluc mimicked your actions and stuck his fork into a strawberry. he looked at you expectantly, knowing that during the morning at breakfast, this was where you'd eagerly talk about the activities you had planned for the day. and yet you sat, munching on your waffles surrounded by a thick fog of silence.

he cleared his throat and met your eyes. "darling, what do you have planned for the day?" instead of going on an animated rollercoaster of dialogue like you usually did, you merely shrugged your shoulders and stuck another bite of waffles into your mouth. diluc frowned, now he knew something was up.

when breakfast had finished, he tried to pull you aside from the hustle and bustle around the winery but you took off with the excuse of needing to get to the guild early.

while he went through the motions of his day, he couldn't get his interactions with you out of his head. diluc hadn't feel the presence of that spark you held that he loved so much. what remained felt cold, and empty. it was quite unlike you to hold your tongue and keep your voice down, it bothered him to no end.

while he sat through meetings, the only face he saw was your eerily calm one. while signing documents, he could only remember the unusual quietness of your voice. these thoughts taunted him all throughout the day, he ended up abandoning what little work he had done in order to catch you before you scurried off towards another commission.

luckily for him, he caught you just as you were cashing in your last commission as dusk began to fall.

"(y/n) i'd really like to have a word with you." he panted, having run all the way from the winery to mondstat. one of his hands perched itself his knee and the other softly gripped your elbow. you nodded and let him lead you to the lake behind mondstat's walls.

"is something the matter my love? you've barely spoken a word." with both hands he took your face into his palms and thumbed your cheeks. his brows furrowed, creasing in the middle, the worry no longer held closed behind the cages of his mind.

you heaved a deep sigh and cast your gaze towards the grassy floor coated in the last remaining rays of sunlight, in favor of staring into his searing red eyes.

"i'm just a bit scared." you mumbled, reaching up to grip his charcoal coat. "scared? of what? have you been threatened?" you couldn't help but silently laugh to yourself and shook your head rapidly.

"no, none of that. i just...wish not to upset you." dumbfounded, diluc could only look at you with confused eyes.

and suddenly he felt his heart drop to the deepest pits of his stomach. the words he'd spouted towards you out of pure frustration and exhaustion hit him like a ton of bricks as he looked through the fog that clouded his memory. concern and worry replaced themselves with an enormous wave of guilt as his horrified face looked towards you.

"(y/n) i- i can't believe i said that i-..." his grip from your shoulder slackened as he stepped back, raising a hand to his mouth as the guilt in his stomach swished and swayed like a torrential stormy sea. you fumbled with your hands, a bit at a loss for words.

"i just wanted to make sure you were okay...i didn't mean to make it worse...i'm sor-"

"no, no. do not apologize, i'm the one who should be groveling at your feet for forgiveness." he interrupted you, running his gloved hand through his frazzled locks.

"diluc..." you took his hand that had been gripping his mouth and held it in both of yours. "i won't lie, what you said hurt me deeply. but i know you were just exhausted and-"

"no, please. don't make excuses for me. i've made a mistake (y/n), but i promise you," his burning hands found their way into yours, gripping them with a passion you'd never seen in him before, "i meant none of those words. i love listening to you, i love your voice- archons you have the most lovely voice. please, even if you are to leave me i ask that you never hold your tongue-" he opened his mouth to speak more but you cut him off by slinging your arms around his neck and pulling him close to you in a comforting hug.

"i won't leave you diluc." you mumbled into his shirt.

diluc's hands hovered in the air before holding you to his body in a desperate grip. "i deeply apologize, no words could ever describe how sorry i am that you heard those vile words from me, my love." you felt his trembling lips fall upon your temple, then your cheek. you pulled your face back to look him in the eye only to find tears running down his burning face. with a smile—a genuine smile—you rose your hands up and wiped away the streaks from his face.

"thank you, i really appreciate the apology." you pressed your forehead against his and brushed your noses.

he buried his face in the crook of you neck and breathed words you only rarely ever heard from him: "i love you." of course, you never needed to hear him say it to know how he felt, but whenever he did say it, he made sure to save it for just the right moment.

"i love you too diluc, thank you." you planted a kiss in his hair and buried yourself deeper into his embrace.

date published: june 25th, 2021

can I get uhhhh,, angst number 1 with dabi? Some kind of feel good shit, maybe nsfw but whatever works best!

fun fact(s): my hair has been every color but yellow (pink was my fav), I love music and I can easily fit into tight spaces somehow

tysm and congratulations!!!

you had!! pink hair!! omg, i've wanted to dye my hair pink or blue for like, six years but my mother would never let me OTL. thank you anoni!!

this prompt is definitely a mood also I KNOW I WENT OVER MY MAXIMUM BUT IT JUST KEPT WRITING ITSELF, oops

Angst #1: "I can't do anything right."

Dabi had been quiet. Well, even more quiet than usual. His tongue was sharper, sentences shorter, and his mood undetectable--the recipe for an oncoming breakdown, meltdown, whatever it could be called; your main concern was how it would manifest. Would Dabi take it out on himself and dip out on you for days, weeks, months in self-isolation like he has before? Would he instead take it out on some random jerk in an alleyway and burn him alive, yet also dragging Dabi himself down via the toll his quirk took on his body?

Any attempts to reach out to him would be fruitless and unsuccessful, only leading to Dabi pushing you away and telling you to fuck off in a lazy, dull manner. Dabi, whoever he was before he met you, had trauma. He had baggage. And while you refuse to label or view him as “broken,” during previous meltdowns he made it clear he felt as much. Yet, at any other time, he was haughty and cynical at the same time, cracking the “Well, don’t we all gotta few screws loose, babydoll?” that you’ve stopped rolling your eyes at. A defense mechanism. Diversion. Humour. Those were his favourite tools with which to deflect, with which to change the subject.

Doing so would only prolong the calm before the storm, typically.

And now the storm comes barreling toward you, as if you were bare naked on the shoreline awaiting the deadly tsunami coming toward you.

With your heart skipping a beat and adrenaline coursing through your veins like a raging river, you leap out of bed and run to the source of the loud crash that awoke you. It was the middle of the night. Was someone trying to break in?

You follow the lights, only to be lead into the kitchen. The messy, messy kitchen. Some of the lights were on, yet even so, you could see the mess. The fridge was wide open and the orange juice and milk were out on the counter, the latter tipped over and spilling out onto the floor. Eggshells were scattered all over, from the top of the range to littering the countertops, with their respective yolks and whites cooked into a failed attempt at a meal of some sort which had been thrown haphazardly into the bin. In the midst of it all stood your lover, hands on the edges of the counter and hunched over in his t-shirt and sweats.

“Dabi?” you call out, blood frozen in shock.

“I wanted an omelette.” His voice is normal volume, but it has a fiery spark of frustration to it. “I got up a while ago, and I was hungry. I can’t...” Dabi huffs, and you think he’s going to be calm about this, but that thought is squashed when he picks up the egg carton in front of him and throws it at the wall. “Can’t make a fucking omelette! It’s so simple and stupid and I can’t do it! Damn it!”

You flinch at the outburst, but you creep toward him. “I don’t think this is about making omelettes, Dabi,” you say quietly, calmly in your approach.

Dabi leans against the counter and slides down to the floor, burying his head in his hands. “I can’t do anything right. I was never enough and I’m never going to be. What the fuck!”

You rush to his side and sit next to him, putting your cheek on his shoulder and wrapping an arm around his waist how he likes. You hush him. “Don’t talk like that. It’s not true, okay? You’re so much more than enough. You’re everything to me, so don’t say stuff like that. Please?”

He doesn’t move or respond. You know the self depreciation had its roots deep into his core, that he probably even doubted you.

After a while of sitting in silence he turns to you. “Can you teach me how to make omelettes?” Dabi sounds more desperate than you’d ever heard him, and it puts a knot in your stomach.

You grin at him sweetly, running your fingers through his hair, which seems to calm him by the slacking in his shoulders. “Mm, do I love you?”

He gives pause, as if contemplating.

You grab his cheek firmly and push against his forehead with yours. “Yes, Dabi, I love you. And yes, I am more than happy to teach you how to make omelettes. Okay?”

Saying nothing, Dabi nods at you.

Simply loving Dabi wasn’t going to fix or cure him. But ensuring him that he’s not alone and that you’re there for him can help him cope and get even a little better. It would take time, but for this man you had plenty of patience.

𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐌𝐎𝐍𝐒𝐓𝐄𝐑𝐒 𝐓𝐔𝐑𝐍𝐄𝐃 𝐎𝐔𝐓 𝐓𝐎 𝐁𝐄 𝐉𝐔𝐒𝐓 𝐓𝐑𝐄𝐄𝐒

or four times Touya Todoroki almost told you he loves you, and one time he finally did

cw: GN!reader (one mention of them wearing a dress & heels), mentions of blood and injury, one brief mention of sex, hurt/comfort, angst to fluff, canon universe | wc: 6.8k

“When is a monster not a monster? Oh, when you love it.”

“Start Here” - Caitlyn Siehl

#001

Touya wants to tell you he loves you the very first time he meets you, which granted, he realizes is incredibly fucked up—but he swears on what little he has that it’s the truth.

Withering away in a damp and cornered alleyway, he clutches his abdomen in hopes of stopping whatever bleeding is going on down there. He can’t bring himself to look, but he’s certain it’s there from the warmth of the spot and the sticky film now covering his hand. 

Yes, he’s been in this situation before—you’d think he’d have learned by now, based on the embarrassing amount of times he’s walked this same path. But he hasn’t, which is clear as he sits and quietly moans in his own agony. His burns continue to sting as a new layer of charred skin forms by the second, sensitive and exposed. The cut in his side throbbing so harshly that he almost feels a bit nauseous just thinking about it. 

As he’s mentally finding the strength to stand, he hears faint footsteps. If they’re truly faint, he doesn’t know—it could just be the effect of his vision coming in and out paired with the piercing ringing in his ears. 

“Are you alright?”

He can barely opens his eyes, but he does—and he sees you. 

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Can’t stop thinking of Eren fucking you and staring at your bouncing tits, he’s so in love with you.

“Your tits are perfect,” he mumbles.

You cup them, make them jiggle a little more with every needy, desperate thrust. Eren almost loses it right then and there. “Thanks, I know.”

“Cool. Just wanted to make sure.”

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Okay so you know how Eren is usually popular and a jock and Y/n is a loner/loser who is a nobody that no one likes……? Okay now imagine this, Eren is the loner/loser and Y/n is the popular girl that everyone simps over…….Its been on my mind all day so, add a cocky y/n who likes to tease Eren!!👀

now this is something i can get behind 😳 i was actually reading a little drabble over a nerdy eren messing with the cheerleader reader sooo, this is like a sign right? working on this, i added some things so i hope that you’ll like it!!

(i hope i didn’t go overboard with this)

enjoyyy ♡

“tease me, baby”

━━━ loner!eren j. x cocky!reader 18+

synopsis ➝ you’re the popular pretty girl that everyone loves and eren’s the quiet guy that wants to stay far, far away from girls like you. except, how can he do that in the confines of the detention hall, locked in a room with you? and how long can he fight you off without fucking your silly little brains out? you can’t wait to find out.

“please me, baby, turn around and just tease me, baby…” – cb & bm

tags/warnings ➝ modern!au, hs!au, sexual content, not a slowburn but it doesn’t jump right into the smut, shy!eren, virgin!eren, flirty reader, both are 18, detention sex, switch!eren, possessive!eren, slightly possessive!reader, praising, hair pulling, manhandling, oral (f. & m. receiving), premature cumming, meanie!reader, unprotected sex, dom(ish) reader, riding, breeding, creampie, eren hates you but loves the way your pretty pussy wraps around him <3

wc ➝ 17.1k

a/n ➝ i have to say, i really like this idea and this will be my first time ever writing eren this way so i’m probably a little too excited ahem...anyway, i had a lot of fun writing this so hopefully you’ll like it just as much as me! definitely recommend listening to ‘please me’ for this because…wow. it just fits, am i right? okok let me let you get to reading and pls rb/like bc apparently my mental health depends on numbers 🚶🏽‍♀️

Eren Jaeger.

Mysterious, quiet and smart with zero friends whatsoever. And yet…he was still one of the only guys in school that hadn’t approached you yet.

As you sat in the seat closest to the front of the classroom with a pen between your glossy plump lips, you pondered on what made him so different from everyone else. The room was half filled by now with only ten minutes left before class started. You were waiting for him to slink in behind a group and disappear towards the back of the room so that no one noticed him. You always did. People tended to forget he even existed because he walked a bit hunched over with his signature dark hoodie concealing all but his face. He always looked as if he only got three hours of sleep every night with dark bags underneath his dull emerald eyes. Despite such an ordinary look, he was still captivating.

There was something underneath the baggy clothes and unruly hair. Something dark yet inviting. And like a moth to a flame, you were interested and wanted to find out what that something was.

Finally, with five minutes to spare, you noticed him.

Four girls walked through the door, laughing and talking amongst themselves. Eren shuffled in right behind them, head down, with his book bag over his shoulder. When they dispersed to their usual seats, he blended in with a few other classmates until he finally made it to his regular seat at the back. You watched and that was when you’d noticed that someone was already sitting there, and not just anyone — but your ex boyfriend, Jean.

This was going to be interesting.

Instead of making it your problem and getting in the middle of what was to come, you stayed seated and chose to watch how Eren decided to handle it.

He stood over the boy, his facial expression lacking much else other than a faint scowl. “Hey. That’s my seat.”

“–and I didn’t know what to expect so when she squirted, I just laid there like this!” Jean mimicked what he’d done that night and his friends laughed, some with tears in their eyes. “I’m telling you. It was a shock but we fucked like three more times after that.”

“You took her home, right?” one of the friends asked, eyebrows raised.

Jean shook his head. “Nah. She had a ride. Glad I didn’t though. Probably would’ve fucked again before dropping her off.”

“Ah, come on,” Another one of them piped up, smirking. “She wasn’t that hot, dude.”

Jean scoffed. “Man, you didn’t see her. Her ass was fat. And her tits, bro,” He shook his head, stunned. “Comically large. I’d definitely mess with her again.”

Eren licked his dry lips before releasing an audible breath that made the senior turn around to look at him with a clear frown on his face.

“Yo, can I help you?” Jean asked him, arms crossed against his chest.

“You’re in my seat,” Eren simply repeated in the same monotone as before.

Jean dry laughed, looking him up and down. He shared a look with his boys, “Yeah? Well, that’s funny because,” he stood up and looked around the seat and desk, even the floor to double check. Once he was done with his search, his friends snickering behind him, he scratched his head. “I don’t really see your name anywhere on it.” He dropped his hand and stepped in front of Eren, eyes hard.

“So why don’t you go find somewhere else to sit, piss face?”

For the first few moments, Eren hadn’t said anything back to that. His eyes soaked up the arrogant look on Jean’s face until he snorted, making the other’s eyebrow twitch.

“Aren’t you y/n’s ex boyfriend?”

The question instantly set off a bomb inside of Jean’s head. He quickly took Eren by the scruff of his hoodie, bringing his face as close as possible, baring his teeth at him.

“The fuck did you just say?”

“What?” Eren tilted his head, a slow smirk spreading along his lips. “Too soon?”

The punch that came across his face was expected but it definitely hurt. Eren tumbled back, knocking into a desk near him. The girl that was sitting at the desk gasped and stood up, moving to the stand against the wall so she didn’t get involved.

“Say it again! I didn’t fucking hear you!”

Your pen dropped on the desk as you pushed your chair back, and hastily stood up. It probably wasn’t all that smart to get in between them now, but for some reason — you couldn’t just watch it all unfold. Not when you knew how violent Jean could be. At first, you were fine with letting Eren handle him by himself but after seeing him get hit — something in you snapped. You couldn’t watch it any longer.

When you made it to the back of the room, Eren was leaning on the desk he’d knocked into with one hand, using the other to wipe away the blood trail from his mouth. The two were in a staring match when you snapped your fingers in Jean’s face.

“What the hell is wrong with you?” You shouted at him, face twisted up.

He scoffed, looking between you and Eren. “Me? What’s wrong with me? How about you ask that freak instead. Why the fuck would he bring you up?”

You shook your head, “Jean, I don’t know what the hell you’re talking about but you need to get your shit together. You’ve beaten up half the school already, and wonder why we’re not together anymore.” Disgusted, you walked over to Eren and sighed. “I’m so sorry about that. Are you…are you okay?”

The last person Eren wanted to come and check up on him was you. Or any girl that was like you for that matter. His eyes couldn’t help but wander over the short skirt you were wearing. The thigh highs you wore weren’t enough to stop his mind from racing. How they seemed to be wrapped around your legs so tight, the fat of your thighs were spilling over them. Not to mention the buttons of your shirt looked like they were holding themselves together with nothing but luck and a prayer. 

The many nights he spent jerking off with you on his mind made him look away from you, a frown settling on his face.

“I don’t need your help,” he mumbled, making you frown up as well. “Go away.”

“Eren–”

“Oh this is funny,” Jean interrupted from behind you, clearly amused. He began clapping and soon had the entire class’s attention now. As if he hadn’t with the way he punched Eren seconds ago.

Great.

You turned around to face him, highly annoyed.

“So the outcast wants nothing to do with the slut of the school,” he sighed, shaking his head. “Oh how the tables have turned.” His twinkling brown eyes fell on Eren, smiling. “And why don’t you wanna fuck Miss Popular? Don’t tell me the rumors are true.”

His friends bursted out laughing then shushed each other. With a knowing smile, Jean glanced at his group then back at Eren who looked bored of the entire conversation.

“Oh…You’re not gay are you?” No response. “It would make the most sense.” He walked forward and grabbed your arm, pulling you against his chest.

“Jean, let me g–“

“So you’re telling me,” Jean clamped a hand around one of your tits, squeezing it. You squeaked, and slapped at his hand, trying to get him to let go. He smirked. “That you aren’t turned on by this? That you wouldn’t fuck her even if she begged you to?”

Jean was one of the biggest bullies Eren’s ever had to deal with. When he transferred to the new school, it was done because of his parents divorce. His mother ended up with full custody of him which meant that he was pulled from the town he’d grown up in only to be thrown into a new city full of new people. That was freshman year. He was now a senior.

Back at his other school, there were plenty of bullies that he managed to ignore but sometimes sticking to the shadows did him more harm than good. They managed to conjure up the ludicrous idea that he walked around the school grounds like he was better than them all when he just wanted to get from point A to point B with no problems. The mere sight of him riled them up and he had to fight for his life almost everyday because of it.

With Jean, it always felt like a losing game. He was a jock and was captain of the basketball team. Everyone around the school knew that he’d dated most of the girls on the cheerleading squad but it was a big deal when he worked his charming magic on you. No one could believe it.

You were the only girl on the school’s official dance team that hadn’t ever bothered to spare him a second glance. At one point, you’d also been the new kid. Except, unlike Eren, you were treated as the shiny new toy. Every girl wanted to either befriend you with a devious motive or hate you from afar because of your beauty and talents. You were smart and good at dancing. Cheerleading was said to typically be left to the type of girls that yearned for the male attention but dancing was more for those that wanted to chase their passion. You’d been dancing since you were merely four years old and by the time you got to middle school, everyone knew how good you were at it.

Naturally, when you arrived to Paradis High, almost every girl had you on their hit list. There were some that were immediately friendly but Jean was their school’s pride and joy. The ‘It’ boy, so to speak. The instant he’d set his eyes on you, determined to turn your head, they were out for yours. You were hated simply because he wanted your attention and there was nothing more you could’ve done but politely decline each and every single one of his offers. Even though the girls saw that you held no interest for him, they hated you more for thinking you were too good to give him a chance when that was all they’d wanted from him. A simple glance from him in their direction would’ve made their entire year and you were boldly telling him no.

Eventually, with enough pleading, you caved. One date led to another and soon, the entire school quickly found out about your first kiss with him and they were suddenly all on your side. Girls that sabotaged your dance shoes, tripped you in the cafeteria or embarrassed you in classes by spreading false rumors — all came to a stop the moment you became the basketball captain’s official girlfriend.

Months to a year went by until you began to notice him talking to other girls. It’d seem he’d grown bored of you, and was looking for someone new to date. One night while on the phone with your best friend, Mikasa, you cried about it. She tried to offer up some decent advice but none of it made you feel any better. You knew what you had to do.

So you did it. You broke up with Jean, and things hadn’t been the same.

You’d gone from having the entire female population of the school on your side to having only two close friends that didn’t end up hating your guts by the end of it all. Mikasa and Sasha were there for you, through thick and thin.

You owed them too much for it.

With the break up came Jean becoming bitter about the situation. He’d blamed his failing grades and sour mood on losing you. Even the performance at his games became a problem. His coach wedged a stick up his ass to get him to improve but Jean just couldn’t stop thinking about you. Even hearing your name made him lose his mind. Hence why he looked like he was ready to strangle Eren moments ago after hearing your name fall out of his mouth.

“Jean, get the fuck off of me!” You exclaimed, trying to sink your nails into his hand to let you go. He continued to ignore you, eyes set on Eren who finally was giving him some sort of reaction with the way his fists were now balled up.

“Come on,” Jean pressed, keeping a hand on your breast. He laughed, “If you’re gay, just say that. No judgment here! Just don’t see how you’d not get turned on by all of this.” He looked down at your chest then at your neck, smirking. “I almost don’t believe it.”

When he gave you a little slack by trying to take your jaw in his hand, you shoved your back into his chest and he coughed, releasing you completely. You stumbled towards Eren, livid, as you tried to fix some of the buttons that had come undone.

“You’re an asshole, Jean! I hate you!”

Jean rubbed at the center of his chest, staring at you with a bit of playfulness that only made you more upset because how was he able to look at a situation like this as if it was genuinely funny to him?

“You hate me? Well that’s not what you were saying when you were spread out on my bed last week taking my co—”

The jab that connected with his jaw made him fall right to the ground with a groan, eyes squeezed shut in pain. Your eyes widened, taking notice that it was Eren that had thrown the punch. Your mouth dropped open to say something when Eren gave the other another hit across the face, jaw clenched in pure anger.

“What the fuck man!” There was a cut at Jean’s eyebrow that was quickly covered in blood as he tried to defend himself from Eren’s attacks. He was bigger than him and felt he worked out more but he still found himself unable to throw Eren off or dodge enough of his punches without gaining a split lip from them. “Get off of me, freak!”

“Eren!” You didn’t know what else to do other than try and pry him off of Jean so you did what you could until you heard a loud whistle ricochet off of the classroom walls. You covered your ears along with everyone else that was standing idly by, watching the fight.

“Just what in the world is going on back here?” Mrs. Ackerman asked, looking above the rim of her glasses as she finally pushed through the crowd that surrounded the three of you. She had a hand on her hip with her walkie-talkie in the other, a firm yet enraged look on her face.

Due to the distraction, Jean used the chance to push Eren off and stand up, hopping from side to side to gain his footing. You helped Eren up but he only brushed you off with a frown, moving away from you altogether. It would’ve made you a little sad if you weren’t interrupted by the teacher.

“All three of you. Principal's office. Now.”

Just as you thought.

After school detention for three consecutive days.

If that wasn’t worse, you and Eren witnessed Jean staying back in the office when you two were dismissed because apparently his punishment needed some adjustment so it wasn’t going to take away from his mandatory basketball practices after school. His days were said to differ from through the week to the weekends but how likely was that when his dad owned the school? Most of that was said to trick you in case you were listening but you already knew nothing was going to happen to Jean even though he’d basically started the entire thing. Eren had hit him last but only to defend your honor.

Honor…

Interestingly enough, it only just occurred to you why Eren might’ve hit him earlier. Was it really to defend you? In truth, Jean was right. You did sleep with him last week but only because he wouldn’t stop hounding you about missing you. When they failed to work, he insisted you help him with his homework and he’d finally leave you alone for the rest of the year. Claiming that he wanted his grade up to look good for college. As a fellow senior, you couldn’t say no because it was a stressful time for all the seniors. So yes, you went. However, with his hand constantly making its way to your thighs, looking at you with nothing but desire — he’d won. You didn’t miss him by any means. Your body only missed his touch and soon, he was several inches deep into your abused cunt, hammering against your cervix until you came in a matter of minutes. Shame quickly set in after that.

Even though it was true, it wasn’t meant to be told to everyone else. Both of you agreed that nothing was to be said to anyone and that it was to be the last time you saw each other. Graduation was around the corner so you didn’t say no but maybe you should have because what if it only made things worse with his obsession with you?

It was probably best that you kept your selected college to yourself in case he decided to try and apply too.

The last thing you needed was for Jean to follow you even to college. A place where you dreamed of it being Jean-free.

Detention began today, after school, and you weren't looking forward to it. That was why you trudged behind Eren in the hallway, dreading the long hours of doing absolutely nothing in a room with only just him and Ackerman.

Then, it hit you.

A room of only you, Eren and Mrs. Ackerman. The woman was going through a tough time in her marriage to Mr. Ackerman, the history teacher. A lot of students called him by his first name since that was a good way to piss him off, which was Levi. It did the trick every single time.

Anyway, that concluded with her leaving the room to spend thirty minutes to an hour on the phone going back and forth with him. In turn, leaving you with Eren all alone, in the classroom.

A slow smirk spread across your lips.

Maybe you weren't going to be so bored after all.

After a few more classes, it was time to head to the detention hall.

Eren texted his mom after leaving the principal's office earlier to let her know why he wasn't going to be able to make it home at the usual time. If she was upset, that didn't translate through her texts back to him and so he was left wondering how she was going to really react when he got back home.

Your parents weren't surprised nor upset but they told you that nothing like this needed to happen again. Like you were going to associate yourself with Jean anymore.

When you walked in, the room was empty.

Mrs. Ackerman's purse was on top of her desk at the front of the room but she was nowhere to be seen.

Breathing out a small sigh of relief, you walked further in and surveyed the array of seats in the room. In the end, you chose to sit towards the back, by the long window that spread across the wall, providing plenty of natural light for the spacious room.

Once you set your things on the floor by your chosen desk, you looked around and heard the door creak open. Eren strolled in with his backpack over his shoulder, wearing a sullen look on his face. His eyes danced about the room until he spotted a good seat that was miles away from you but still at the back.

You visibly pouted as you watched him set his stuff down, and sit at the desk. He pulled out his cell and with his cheek pressed against the palm of his hand, staring down at the screen as he let his thumb scroll through his social media — you were completely ignored.

Eren was a strange one. He'd fought Jean even though he had no personal vendetta against him because...Because of what? Again, you couldn't help but wonder if he was defending you earlier. Did that mean he didn't hate you as much as he said he did? What if underneath all of that hard exterior there was someone that actually gave a damn about you?

It was hard to deny the fact that you wanted something real. A relationship was more than the physical side to it. There needed to be romance, a real connection and something meaningful there. All of your previous boyfriends only stayed with you because it was hard to get your attention. Once they had it, they got bored and moved on.

It was time to stop choosing the same set of guys. Maybe going after someone a little less...cocky and more of the opposite was your best bet.

Someone like Eren.

“Psst.”

He remained focused on his phone, acting as if he hadn’t heard you.

“Eren,” you called out and he still didn’t give you the indication that he’d heard you. He definitely did.

“Eren—”

“—spaghetti? Is that what you’re wanting for dinner tonight, hun?” Mrs. Ackerman spoke into the phone as she walked back into the classroom wearing a gentle smile on her face. You stopped trying to get Eren’s attention and turned yours to her conversation instead. It wasn’t everyday she talked with her husband without shouting at him. “Oh! You’re making the spaghetti tonight. I see. No, no! I would love that actually. Yes.”

She stood in front of her purse for a moment before she giggled. She kept chattering on and on, and didn’t acknowledge either of you. That only made you look back at Eren to find him pulling out a dark notebook and a mechanical pencil. There wasn’t much of an expression on his face but you were curious all the same.

With no direct plan on what you were going to even say, you stood up, took another glance at your teacher to make sure it was a safe run before you quickly (and quietly) shuffled over to his side of the room.

He’d had his hood up so you were only able to see part of his face when you sat down, but wondered why he wasn’t telling you to move away by now. Hadn’t he heard you walk up?

“Hey,” you leaned forward, head tilted, trying to see more of his face. Upon finally noticing you, he jumped and tugged one side of his hoodie behind his ear. That was when you’d noticed the airpod that resided there. No wonder he hadn’t responded to your failed attempts at getting his attention earlier.

“What the hell do you want?” He asked a bit more harshly than he’d meant to come off. You just scared him was all. Plus, he’d chosen the furthest seat from you for a good reason and yet, there you sat — almost close enough for him to smell your intoxicating perfume. God, it smelled like you took an hour long bath in that overpowering fragrance.

You pushed your lips out into an irritating pout that he felt the need to kiss right off of your face, leaning back away from him with your arms crossed over your chest. That only made your boobs push up even more. The buttons to your shirt looked like they were barely holding on. He had to fight the urge to look away because that was only going to imply that you had the ability to exert a reaction from him and he couldn’t have that. At least, not with your knowing anyway.

“You’re so mean,” you mumbled. He could’ve rolled his eyes. “What is it about me that you don’t like anyway?”

He snorted, twirling the pencil in between his fingers with a tiny curl at the corner of his lips in amusement.

“What don’t I like about you? That’s a loaded question but easy to answer. Probably should dumb it down to a simple response just so you won’t end up whining about not getting it.”

The pretty frown that settled at your brows made him bite at his lips before gracing you with an answer.

“Everything.”

You blinked.

“I…Everything?”

Eren pressed his back against the chair he was in, keeping his dark green eyes firmly on you. “Yeah. Everything. You’re so fucking annoying with all the skimpy clothes you wear. The perfume, your voice, your personality. I don’t care for any of it. Just seems…fake. Like your boobs.”

You gasped, quickly standing up out of your chair, causing the legs to scrap across the floor. The sound was scratchy and it caught Mrs. Ackerman’s attention. The both of you looked at her as she raised her index finger to her lips. She shushed you before she instantly immersed into her conversation again.

Your head turned back to him and he was full on smirking now. It agitated you.

“Fake? My boobs aren’t fake!” You hissed at him and he laughed. “They aren’t!”

“Okayyy,” he drew out, eyebrows raised. “Whatever you say, Barbie.”

“You’re an ass,” you muttered, sitting back down but refusing to look at him now. “No wonder you’re single.”

“Truly don’t give a fuck,” he retorted, going back to sketching whatever previous work he had in his sketchbook open. “Girls like you are all the same anyway. Would much rather jerk off to the girls in final fantasy than the ones in real life.”

None of that was even true. Not even a little bit, and he knew it.

Eren spent most of his nights with his cock in his hand and you on his mind. Usually you were bent over a desk, moaning sinfully loud, not even worried about being caught. The thought of you liking  the idea of being caught only fed his imagination though because somehow, he felt you were slutty like that. Maybe you even liked being watched.

You weren’t his type at all, really. He used to be attracted to shy girls. Girls that covered themselves from head to toe with nerdy glasses like the ones he used to wear. Girls that were virgins and needed to be guided. That didn’t know the first thing about sex. He had this wild fantasy of being the one to teach them. Lure them to his bedroom where he took charge and showed them what sex was really about.

Then, he saw you.

None of the girls at Paradis High were like you. Sure, they wore questionable clothing that made him wonder how they passed the school’s dress code everyday but you were different. It had something to do with your body. The curves, how your clothes seemed to fit you. They looked so much more tighter on you than the rest of the girls in school, and that was what drew his attention. His and every male on the school grounds of course.

However, he refused to be one of those guys. And yet — he irritatingly enough couldn’t find himself able to cum without thinking about fucking you. Another low point to his miserable existence was finding the thought of letting you teach him, as the pathetic virgin he was, how to fuck a pretty girl like you. Envision you giving him back to back orgasm denials until he begged you to let him finish. Preferably all over your chest, but he’d take whatever you gave him because it was you.

He hated himself for it. Had once vowed himself to never stoop to a level as low as you. He only found you attractive and that felt like the end of him. He tried to replace you with 3D animated women but none of them made him feel the way you made him feel. He only had to think about you for a few minutes before his hand was covered in his warm release.

It was embarrassing. A real fucking headache.

Who were you to make him feel this way? How dare you come to school dressed so provocatively and whine about the staring and non consensual touching when you looked the way you did? Weren’t you taught to not entice creepy assholes like him?

Still, he always hoped to continue seeing you dressed in such a way each day he came to school. It was a relief every time and he was given yet another day of secretly ogling you from afar.

It was low of him. Sure. However, if he was going to be forced to watch you strut around in those indecent clothes you liked wearing so much — who was he to not indulge his eyes on such a sight?

“Girls like me?” You quipped, eyes down at your lap and away from him.

Eren glanced at you purely because of your flat tone which sounded a little off from how chipper you usually sounded. It didn’t make him feel guilty, but it still made him feel strange. Maybe that was guilt. He refused to acknowledge it though. You deserved it. No one told you to walk around looking the way you did. Then, you were too friendly with people. Whenever there was a new student, he always found you talking to them first. Trying to be their friend, and welcoming them to the school. Making them feel comfortable. It was so unnecessary to him.

Eren couldn’t even imagine how you were outside of school. Did you walk up to strangers with that same attitude? Wearing that same short skirt and tight shirt? Innocent smile with those plump glossy lips of yours? He wondered what would go through a stranger's mind looking at you dressed like that. Your silver belled voice floating through the air, maybe asking for directions or something, but not noticing their filthy gaze devouring the sight of you. Maybe you did notice, and maybe you liked it. Hell if he knew.

The grip he had on his pencil tightened at the thought of some sleazy guy violating you through his eyes as you innocently tried to talk to him. A man that would probably think about taking you in some dark alley, flipping up your skirt and having his way with you. Defiling you with his grimey and impatient hands, touching you in places only Eren wanted access to.

You noticed the far away look in his eyes when you raised your head back up, and frowned a bit.

“Hey,” you poked his cheek and he blinked a few times. “Are you…okay?”

There was no expression on his face now. There you were, asking him if he was okay when he was physically trying to hold himself back from fucking you blind on that very desk with poor Mrs. Ackerman watching. Like you wouldn’t have enjoyed it though.

Look at you. His eyes roamed over the concerned look on your face, your bottom lip pushed between your teeth. Bright eyes glazed over in worry, a particular softness directed towards him. Then he shamelessly let his eyes drop down to your thighs that were pressed together causing them to look thicker than usual. The action only made the thigh highs you had on tighter against your fleshy skin, forcing his mind to run wild. He couldn’t help but wonder if this was your angle. Looking all innocent but being such a slut underneath it all. God, did he want to find out. Fuck, did he want to be under you, gazing up at your through half lidded eyes, hungrily eating up the sight of you bouncing on his cock like the slut you were. Fuck.

“Eren,” you sort of whined and his jaw clenched. Why were you so fucking annoying? He could feel his hard-on poking at the surface of his sweats, and tried to ignore it like he wanted to ignore you. How could he with a voice as sweet as yours in his ear? Maybe if he stayed quiet long enough, you’d get all sad and mope back to your seat, leaving him alone for the next two hours or however long you two were forced to spend in this hell hole. Maybe, just maybe.

When he went back to drawing, something didn’t sit right with you. How he looked at you moments ago, clearly checking you out. Was that intentional? You were rather close to him. Maybe it was in disgust. It was clear he didn’t like you, if the insults and backing away from you every time you got close weren’t proof enough. It annoyed you because no guy in school (or on the streets) was able to ignore you the way Eren does. You were aware of how attractive you were and tried to use that on him but it was as if he was immune to it. To your pretty charms. Was he just…not attracted to you?

The thought of Eren genuinely being disgusted by you and your appearance made you want to cry for some reason, and you weren’t exactly a crier by any means. You were tough and emotionally stronger than most girls in the school. You could handle a little bullying or talk behind your back but oddly enough, thinking about Eren not being into you made you sad. Only because you were now genuinely interested in him and didn’t expect to find him not interested in you back.

When you sniffled, his curious green eyes were back on you. He watched you gasp at him, catching your moment of weakness before you threw a veil over your face, giving him a fake smile. He hated that look on you. It didn’t suit such a pretty face as yours. What was it about?

“Sorry,” you mumbled before standing up. His head tilted back, still watching you with confusion in his expressive eyes. “I’ll go. I’ll leave you alone for the rest of the year and try not to stand out so much.” Your hands twiddled in front of you, an unusual thing to see you do. What you were even saying was odd to him. It sounded rushed. “Sorry again.”

When you moved to walk away, you felt a hand quickly wrap around your wrist, stopping you.

Nothing pissed him off more than seeing your spirits crushed. This time, it seemed to be because of him and he didn’t like it. Couldn’t stand the feeling it gave him. Why were you suddenly pushing away from him? Was it his cold demeanor towards you? Offish tone and unresponsive body language? How hard was it for you to understand that he did all of that because he liked you and hated himself for it? Girls like you only knew how to break a guy’s heart, and he’d told himself that he’d never allow someone like you back in. Why couldn’t you get that?

Maybe you were different from the last girl like he tried talking to. Maybe you had gentle intentions but the only way he was going to be able to find out was through trusting you, and he couldn’t see himself doing that again. His trust had been broken a while back. He couldn’t handle going through that again. Not for a good lay, no, because maybe he didn’t just like you. He could feel the possessiveness tight within his chest thinking about you being with anyone else but him. Maybe that was why he’d teased Jean about you in class earlier. Then he found out that you and him had sex recently even though you two were no longer together. Needless to say, it pissed him off even more so he pushed you away when you tried helping him then.

It was like he was able to see you and Jean together in his head, vividly. Your legs spread wide at either side of him, letting him invade your tight cunt, digging your nails into his broad back, moaning his name louder than usual. Letting him come inside of you, marking your soft walls with his flawed seed.

Eren couldn’t help but wonder if you’d let Jean fuck you without a condom. Were you two that close? It was no secret that Jean had been around the school, well known for fucking half of the girls there. Now, including you. In Eren’s eyes, it disgusted him thinking about it. The simple thought of you letting that asshole fuck you without any protection aggravated the fuck out of him. It was what made him let you go, turning his head back to the sketchbook in front of him.

You stared at him for a moment then rubbed at your wrist. What was that? Did he want you to stay?

“Eren—”

“Look,” he cut you off, sketching. “We can be here and not talk so let’s try that.”

There was no sense in trying to change his mind. If he didn’t want you near him or talking to him then fine. It was his loss.

You trudged back to your seat and plopped down, crossing your legs. You’d begun to feel a bit bitter now as you took out your phone, angrily scrolling through your social media. Who was he to get so upset with you in the first place? And why did it matter to you so much? He was a nobody. He wasn’t even going to be remembered at the reunion in the next ten years anyway so you refused to waste anymore of your precious energy on him. There was no way you were going to lower yourself to begging a guy to give you attention. That was not happening. Ever.

The next 20 minutes was spent with you texting your friends and Eren on the other side of the room doing god knows what because you didn’t care to look at him. You stuck to yourself and kept yourself busy until you heard Mrs. Ackerman exhale rather loudly. As nosy as you were, you looked up and was shocked to see her husband waltz into the room. 

“You’re still here?” Levi asked, walking up to her to press a kiss to her cheek. You watched her tuck a bit of hair behind her ear, obviously bashful by the public display of affection. It was strange to see but you continued watching. 

“Yes. I’m over detention this afternoon. Mr. Rall wasn’t able to stay over so I volunteered.” Her eyes drifted towards you and Eren, and you quickly looked back down at your phone like you weren’t in on their conversation. “Especially since I was the one that put them here.” Levi raised a brow and she smiled. “There were fighting earlier so I sent them to the principal and they’ve got detention for the next few days. Are you finally heading home?” She asked, switching topics, looking back at him. Your eyes flickered back up at them, almost finding them a little cute together.

He hummed, fingers itching to play at her waist. “I am.” He stepped forward and lowered his voice, but not enough to shut you out. “I wish you could come with me. I hate when you stay over like this. Takes away from my time with you.”

You watched her giggle and almost gagged. Okay now it was getting to be a little too much. Next thing you knew you were going to walk into her class one day to find her with a baby bump, forced to realize that teachers with partners or spouses actually had sex. 

“Mm, I’ll be home shortly,” she whispered, biting her lip and pushing up her glasses. “Don’t wait for me.”

“Ahh,” he pulled back, a feigned hurt look on his face. “What a cruel world we live in.”

She giggled and playfully slapped his chest as he chuckled. “Go on and get out of here, Mr. Workaholic. Be home soon.”

“Alright, alright,” he smiled softly, heading back towards the door. He mouthed a quick ‘love you’ and she felt her skin heat up.

“Byee,” she sang and he left the room leaving silence in his wake.

It dawned on you that even if things weren’t the way they were between you and Eren now, there was no way you two would’ve been able to do anything with Mrs. Ackerman still in the room. You were banking on her leaving for a good period of time but it wasn’t like any of that mattered now. He wanted nothing to do with you and that was still fine. You didn’t care. It was his decision and you weren’t the groveling type. You weren’t!

“Ah,” Mrs. Ackerman breathed, glancing down at the watch on her wrist. She looked up at the two of you, “Children, I’m going to head to the copy room to print some things off for this coming week’s assignments.” Both of you looked up at her at the same time, paying attention. “Think you guys can behave until I come back? I shouldn’t be gone for very long.”

“Sure,” you replied with a shrug and Eren nodded, silently.

“Okay!” She grabbed her keys and walked towards the door, “Back as soon as I can,” and left, the door shutting quietly behind her.

As if the classroom wasn’t already pin-droppingly quiet from before, it was deathly silent now. You were almost able to hear the birds chirp outside of the window. It made you uneasy but you tried to continue occupying yourself with your phone.

Eren had his music playing so the silence wasn’t what started to bother him. It was the simple fact that no matter what he tried thinking about, his thoughts always ventured back to you. 

You were back on the other side of the room and it was because he pushed you away. It looked like it finally worked but at what cost? Truthfully, he didn’t want to drive you away but what else was he supposed to do? 

He should’ve been content with sitting there and doing his own thing but his pencil wasn’t moving. The inspiration to draw was now lost and that irritated him even more.

What was so special about you anyway? Why did you consume each and every single one of his thoughts 24 hours a day? Several nights did he go sleepless thinking about you, what you were doing and who you were doing it with. Why you weren’t doing it with him, even. 

It was annoying. So fucking annoying, he felt like pulling out all of his hair due to the frustration of it all. 

Not only were you distracting during classes with him but now you two were stuck in one together, completely alone. You were on the far side of the room and still managed to disrupt his concentration. How were you doing that?

With a groan to himself, he’d set the mechanical pencil down and moved back from the desk to give himself some room. When he glanced at you, you were still mindlessly going through your phone, completely ignoring his existence. Wasn’t that what he wanted? So why was he finding himself annoyed by it?

All of these questions with answers to every single one of them.

“Annoying,” he muttered and you looked at him. 

“Talking to yourself now?”

Your teasing tone almost made him want to snap. 

“Shut up.”

For some reason, you felt like pushing your luck. You knew that he wasn’t going to do anything if you teased him some more. Plus, you were growing a little bored of scrolling through your twitter feed. It also seemed that he was taking a small break so why not mess with him? Especially considering talking to you was utter torture for him which was perfect for you because bothering him seemed more fun than reading pointless tweets that never related to you. 

So, you put your phone face down on the desk, leaned back in your chair and crossed your arms with a smirk on your face.

“Make me.”

The hand on his thigh curled into a fist, physically trying to hold himself back from getting up and crossing the room to show you exactly how he’d make you shut the hell up. Rather, he stayed seated because fortunately for you, his sanity was still intact. So were his morals. He couldn’t give into your weak attempts at trying to get at him. He didn’t like girls like you. Bratty, loud, overly friendly, falsely innocent and more importantly — a slut. His standards were higher than that. The bar wasn’t in hell yet.

In return to your cheeky response, he simply rolled his eyes and stood up to stretch his limbs. You were slightly annoyed that your little ruse at getting a reaction out of him didn’t work because usually it was easier than this but Eren was different. It took a lot more than words to fully annoy him, it seemed. 

You weren’t given time to think much more about your failed plan when you caught sight of his abdomen as his hoodie raised up along with his arms. You got a clear view of his abs, smoothed and toned. Your mouth dropped open. Had he really been hiding a body like that underneath all of the bulky clothing he wore on a day to day basis? No wonder you nor anyone else ever noticed it. Did he work out? Then again, no one was born looking like Apollo so he probably did. 

Eren let out a groan that easily sounded like a moan which hadn’t helped you at trying to tear your eyes away from him. He dropped his arms and yawned, cracking his fingers while he was at it. Once he was done stretching, feeling eyes on him, he turned to you. You almost broke your neck turning it away from him as if you didn’t spend almost five minutes gawking at the guy. He smirked. You were so obvious, it was painful. 

“You know,” he began walking towards you, cutting through the tension in the air as he went. “If you wanted a closer look, all you had to do was ask.”

You heard him walking over but didn’t bother to acknowledge his presence. Instead, you rolled your eyes and picked your phone back up. How much longer did you have to spend being in the same room as him now? 

“Ohh,” he cooed, finally close enough to smell your nauseating perfume again. “Ignoring me now? That’s funny.” His pretty emerald eyes ate up the sight of you trying to pretend that he wasn’t standing right next to you. “Weren’t you whoring yourself out, like, 10 minutes ago?”

That got your attention. Your head snapped up at him, already feeling a growing strain due to how tall he was since you were sitting down. 

“Excuse me?” You breathed, blinking. “Whoring myself out? What the fuck are you talking about?”

“You’ve got a nasty mouth. Anyone ever told you that?” Gentle fingers went to touch your chin when you slapped his hand away. His expression didn’t change from the irritating smirk that stayed. “Now I can’t touch you?” He snorted. “Okay.”

Irritated now, you stood up, falling into a staring match with him. He just looked at you, highly amused. Why was he being so annoying now?

“Eren, what do you want? Earlier, you didn’t want to talk and now you’re chattier than me. What is it?” You cocked a hip out and crossed your arms again.

He shrugged, stuffing his hands in the front pocket of his hoodie. 

“Dunno. Needed a break, I guess.”

“And do you have to bother me while taking your little break?”

He laughed, “No, but it passes the time. Plus,” he stepped forward, dark eyes narrowed at you playfully. “–you were all over me earlier. What happened to that energy? Not feeling slutty anymore? Hmm?”

Instead of stepping back, you held your ground because you weren’t phased by him. He was tall, but that was about as menacing as he got. You’d never seen this side of him though. He was usually very quiet and observing. Not one to talk without thinking about it first. 

Either way, you didn’t have the energy to entertain him anymore.

“Go back to your sketching,” you said in a dismissive tone and with a roll of your eyes, you were sitting down again. “We’ve got over an hour left in here and then we don’t have to ever speak to each other again. Sound good?” You were about to glance up at him when you felt his hand move into your hair, tugging your head back to look up at him. “Eren–!”

“You know what I want though? I want…I…” He drifted off, a frown settling onto his face. What did he want? To fuck you? Right here, in the classroom? He was better than that, and then it was you. He couldn’t fuck you. Didn’t he hate you? 

“Eren,” you mumbled, chest rising and falling as your thighs pushed together. As much as you wanted to get upset with him for touching you like this, you were too busy keeping back a moan from how aggressive he was being. The thought of why he had a hand in your hair went right over your head. It didn’t matter when you could feel your thin underwear soiling by the second. It was a bit embarrassing because maybe he hadn’t done it for any sexual reasons. Maybe you were just that much of a whore. 

Trying to focus on the present, you cleared your throat and tried it again, “Eren–”

“What?” He growled out, hand tightening in your hair. Thankfully you didn’t need to speak because your eyes told him what he needed to know. He quickly released you and took a step back, swallowing down the lump that had formed in his throat. “Uh…” he’d accidentally backed into a nearby desk, feeling his face warm. “Sorry…”

You sat there for a moment, slowly putting all of the pieces together. Luckily, the last piece you needed to finish the puzzle was the boner he currently had. Evident and hard for your eyes to pull away from. It looked like he was thinking the exact same thing you were. It also looked like you were going to have to be the one to initiate things, going based off of what you assumed was shared just between you and him. You just hoped he was going to want to reciprocate or else you weren’t going to ever live the rejection down. 

As you stood up, he watched you closely, hands gripped onto the edges of the desk he was leaned up against. He chose to not move, letting you walk towards him until you were right in front of him now. Since he was crouched down a bit, you were around the same height as him which made him inevitably harder than he already was. Something about the way you were looking at him. Eyes low and dark, the faint smirk on your pretty lips. Like you wanted to eat him  alive. God, he’d let you. Let you do whatever it was you wanted to. However, he wasn’t weak enough to give in to you that easily. Would have to try a lot harder than that.

“You don’t think I’ve noticed the way you look at me?” You asked him, not touching him just yet. You kept your hands to yourself but stood a breath away, peering into his deep eyes with control. “I’ve been watching you too, Eren. Did you know that?”

“No…” he breathed with a shake of his head, unable to look away. His fingertips itched to touch you but he kept his hands where they were. The wood of the desk creaked under his tight grip as he continued to wait for your command. “I didn’t know that.” He smirked. “But you sound like a fuckin’ creep. Maybe even a stalker.”

You quickly grabbed him by his chin, squishing his cheeks together. The smirk fell into a puckered look, making you smile. “You’ve got a nasty mouth on you. Anyone ever told you that?” You repeated the same question he’d asked you earlier, pushing your knee in between his legs, parting them with ease. He let out a breathless laugh, licking his lips.

“Dunno. Can’t really recall. Sorry.”

“Mmm, can I be honest about something?” You took one final step forward, dropping your hand and throwing an arm around his neck, pressing your breasts against his chest. His breath hitched and you kept your smirk as you brushed your lips against the shell of his ear. “You say that you hate me…but I can’t help but wonder how many times you’ve jerked off to the thought of me. Must suck not having the real thing. Guess those animated women have been enough for you, huh?”

You were good at being a tease but what you failed to realize was that Eren was different from the other guys you’d seduced. He was smarter and found zero shame vocalizing what was really on his mind.

“Stupid girl,” he said in a deep tone under his breath before he gripped your waist with his thick hands, keeping you firm against him. It was his lips that were now against your ear and feeling you shiver made him grin. “I can’t even cum without thinking about you. Were you aware of that too?” Your silence was what pleased him the most. He chuckled, “Stroking my cock, using my pathetic hand trying to imagine it as your pussy but I’m nearly positive it doesn’t compare to the real thing.”

Your cunt twitched at the imagery of him doing exactly that. You’d give up almost anything to feel him right now. Almost.

Frustrated, you pushed off of him and he still had that shit-eating grin on his face. He was now leaning fully back against the desk, head tilted as he stared at you. It annoyed you. A lot.

“If you wanna fuck me, just say that.”

Eren didn’t say a word, and it wasn’t like he needed to. His lust filled gaze was more than enough. 

“I wanna fuck you. Bad.”

You shrugged before sitting on top of one of the desks. Your thighs squished together and it was like you’d done it on purpose just to tease him. He was almost able to see your panties which was way more than he needed to see. Not that he was complaining because he definitely wasn’t. In fact…why not see more than that? 

“Sounds like a you problem.”

There was one thing that Eren couldn’t seem to understand about you. He was aware that you had a certain type. So that begged the question… Why were you flirting with him? He wasn’t a jock. Wasn’t popular. Hell, to the entire school’s population, he didn’t even exist. So why him? What were you trying to prove? He wasn’t going to let himself become a body count. That was for sure. He just wasn’t. He had a lot more self respect than that. Plus, jerking off to you alone in his room was more than he needed. To do anything with you in real life was…was too…

He couldn’t even come up with a good reason if he tried. He just knew it didn’t need to happen.

And maybe that was reason enough. 

“K,” was all he said before he pushed off of the desk and started to walk away. He needed to put some distance between you and him or he was definitely going to go back on his decision of fucking on the very desk you were sitting on. He was sticking to his morals and as hard as it was, it was best. You were still one of the most popular girls in school, even when most of them hated you for dumping Jean. There was no way in hell he was going to ditch his cloak of invisibility just for some pussy. He knew better than that. Way better. 

You wanted to sulk seeing that he’d made the choice to not approach you but a thought came into your mind. If he wasn’t going to make the right choice then that just meant that you were going to have to make it for him. 

While he walked back towards his seat, you decided to scoot back on the desk until you were in the middle of it and flipped up your skirt. There was never a time you didn’t get what you wanted and if this was the only time you were going to be alone with Eren, then you were going to make it a moment that he wasn’t going to forget. 

The sudden noise made him look back and what he saw almost made him trip up on his own feet. 

Your legs were spread wide, and you were pulling your panties aside with two of your fingers, looking dead at him through thick lashes. Your arousal stuck to the fabric and created a line that stayed connected until you began massaging your clit. It was a bold move to make but you were never wrong when you felt a vibe around someone. Eren was interested in you. It was so obvious, but there was still a chance that you were wrong. That you were making a complete and utter fool of yourself right now. Especially in a public setting. That never usually bothered you but those were during times where the guy actually wanted you back. This was completely different. Eren had expressed his dislike for you openly enough so you hoped that your intuition about this was right. 

A small moan slipped past your lips as you dipped a finger into your slick, warm cunt, clenching around the digit almost immediately. The cool hit of the air conditioner that came on made your thighs tremble as you licked your lips, keeping eye contact with him, fingering yourself slowly. Painfully slow. 

Eren didn’t know what to do other than watch you. How you were perched on the desk where anyone could walk in and catch you doing something so…So exposing. And yet, he couldn’t fight off his second hard on of the day. Annoying. All of it was so fucking annoying. You, most of all. Why were you doing this to him? Antagonizing him with the one thing he hadn’t been able to get out of his mind. Seeing the real thing was nothing like the pornos he’d seen. You weren’t anything like he’d tried imagining either. In fact, you were a million times better than the version in his head. He just couldn't figure out whether that was a good thing or not. 

“Eren,” you moaned pitifully, frowning as you curled your fingers, hitting the spot that you were looking for. By the time he’d come out of the deep crevices of his mind, he saw that your shirt was already open, breasts spilled out from the confines of your bra. Your nipples were pebbled from the cool air and you had one in your hand as you fucked yourself. His cock throbbed at the sight. Well, there went the last bit of his precious morals. 

Then again, morals be damned right?

You weren’t able to get his name out of your mouth fast enough before he strided back over to you, standing in front of you. He was panting, eyes drinking up the slutty sight of you. He’d watched enough pornos to at least touch you where he felt you wanted to be touched but it was all still new to him because watching and doing something was two entirely different things. 

He frowned, frustrated that he was too nervous to reach out for you until you’d shuffled up onto your knees. You were back at being at the same height as him with your naked tits at his chest again.

He was going to lose his fucking mind over you.

His eyes shamelessly darted down to your breasts, hands itching to touch you but he wanted to remain respectful. You found it cute.

“It’s okay,” you whispered and took his hand in yours, bringing it up to one of your breasts. His breath hitched when you placed his palm over it, completely covering your nipple from the coolness of the room. He swallowed and looked at you to find a sweet smile on your face. “You can touch me, Eren. Just…do it slowly, okay?”

The softness in your voice stirred his arousal even more because not only 10 minutes ago were you giving him the cold shoulder. How did your mood change so quickly? Then earlier you were pushing your tits in his face. You were so confusing.

He focused more on you and less on his thoughts as he pinched at your nipple, quickly looking up to catch the moan leaving your plump lips. So that's what you liked. He wondered if your nipples were as sensitive as he’d imagined once or twice before.

Wanting to test that theory, he dipped his head down, held your breast in his large hand and covered your perked nipple with his mouth, swirling his tongue around the hardened bud. Satisfyingly enough, your back immediately arched, your hands planting themselves on his shoulders. He grinned around you, happy to be right. You pushed your chest more into him and he groaned, cock stiffening more than it already was. Fuck, at this rate, he was probably going to cum through his sweats, untouched, but he held himself back. He didn’t want to stroke your ego anymore than he was sure he was going to, moving forward with you. 

“Eren,” you mewled, moving your hands into his hair, grabbing a fistful of it. A shiver snaked down his spine at the action and couldn’t hold back another groan that made you look down at him with a racing heart to watch him. “That feels good.”

“Yeah?” he said around your nipple, cheekily grinning as he looked up at you through his eyelashes, green eyes dark with hunger. “Say that again.”

Feeling shy all of the sudden, you made a noise before you looked away.. “I…It feels good. Why did you need to hear it again?”

“Mmm,” After a few more swirls, tugs and a playful bite at your nipple, he pulled back with a ‘pop’, causing you to gasp, staring at him. He leaned close to your face, smirking. “Why not?”

“Because…” your eyes fell on his lips. They were a little red and covered with his own saliva. Puffy, desperate to be on another part of your body. You had a second place in mind. “Ugh, just shut up and kiss me.” You pulled him in by the strings of his hoodie, pressing your lips against his. 

His hands quickly found their way to your hips, leaning into you as he let you lead him. That made you feel a little more confident, remembering who had the experience here. His moan into the kiss made you pull at his bottom lip with your teeth, teasing him. 

“Fuck,” he breathed shakily, fingers digging into your soft skin. “Again.”

You giggled and did it again, feeling his tongue try and chase after yours. He seemed to learn fast with the way he pushed against your lips, sucking at your tongue while exploring your mouth like he was trying to mark every inch of it with himself. It only worsened the thrum in between your legs, making you a bit uncomfortable. 

Your whine into his mouth got his attention, and he pulled back to give you a little air, trying to catch his own breath. His eyes flickered between your lips and eyes, smirking.

“Anything else you wanna teach me?”

You bit into your lip, thighs pressed together.

“Yeah. I can think of a few more things.”

Eren was bent at the knees, face in between your legs with you on the desk, leaned back. He tried to get you to get in a more comfortable position but you kept reiterating that you wanted to be able to see what he was doing until you felt confident enough that he knew what he was doing without your guidance. He didn’t exactly see the need of you watching him to guide him but then again, what did he know?

He stared at your wet cunt, wondering what the hell to do. He’d never actually seen a vagina in real life. Well, if catching his grandma come out of her bath that one time when he was six didn’t count. Porn had truly been his best friend. He did learn that amateur porn was better to watch so he didn’t feel like a complete idiot when it came to trying the things he saw. It was just the fact that he was now meant to put all of that to the real test. Real, meaning giving you top tier head. It was a tall order but he refused being second to someone like Jean or just Jean himself. He’d never live that down.

“Eren.”

He snapped himself from his incessant habit to overthink and looked at you, eyebrows furrowed with clear worry. You couldn’t help but snort, finding it unusual that you were half laying on your back with your elbows bent to support your upper weight, looking down at a guy that had been staring at your vagina like it was the world’s most complex puzzle. It wasn’t everyday you fucked a virgin. In fact, you couldn’t even recall the last time you did. It was so long ago.

“Yeah?”

“Just…start by licking me here.” You reached down and drew a circle around your clit, making sure he knew exactly where to give his attention to. “That’s going to be your best friend until I…you know.“

It sounded strange explaining how to give you head but then again, if you wanted to cum — you had to give him clear instructions or else you were either going to have to lie or let him believe that he’d made you orgasm on his first try. Giving him that false sense of hope wasn’t what was going to help you sleep tonight at all. 

“Okay…” He looked back down at your pretty clit, and just stared for a few silent moments. You watched him and didn’t say a word, wanting to see how he’d do. It wasn’t really rocket science, you didn’t think. It was typically a woman’s pleasure button. Some of the lucky few were able to orgasm from penetration alone. Unfortunately, you weren’t one of the lucky few. At least, you didn’t think so. It’d never happened to you. Fucking Jean gave you a bit of hope considering his dick was nice and big, believing he was going to reach places no one’s ever touched. Sadly, no luck. 

Maybe Eren was going to be the lucky one.

Once he was done awkwardly staring at your vagina like it was going to attack him, he leaned forward, and the moment his mouth closed around your clit — your head fell back in ecstasy. It was as if he’d skipped several steps and went right for the main course. He sucked at the sensitive little bud, tongue lapping across it with vigour. He didn’t even give you time to adjust when he moaned around you, brows pushing together in concentration. He was also keeping an ear out for any sounds that left your mouth because that was going to be his guide. If you were quiet, then he’d need to try something different. If you were vocal, then that meant—

“Oh fuck, Eren! Right there!” You moaned out, nails scratching at the poor rusted wood of the desk.

Then that meant he was doing something right.

He couldn’t help but let himself get a little cocky, smirking around your clit, slurping you up like you were water. The obscene sounds that came from him eating you out should’ve embarrassed you but nothing like that came to mind. Eren was eating your pussy like he’d suddenly become a pro at it. He didn’t even need directions or instructions. There wasn’t even a need to finger you as you’d begun to feel your release edging and teasing the surface. 

You tried to conceal your loud moans by clamping a hand over your mouth, but sitting up and watching the way he sucked and licked at your sweet clit made your head spin. He made the action so nasty. He was wild yet careful. Like he’d formed a plan in his head and had a set rhythm that he was sticking to. All you knew was that it was driving you insane and you couldn’t remember ever getting head this fucking good. 

Sooner than you were expecting, you quickly creamed all over his tongue, shaky moans slipping through your pretty fingers. Your thighs shook from the aftershock, trying to come down from your high. Unable to ignore the need to rest your upper body any longer, you laid flat on your back, and panted, trying to catch your breath. 

Eren straightened his back and licked your juices from his lips before he used the sleeve of his hoodie to clean the rest of it from his face.

“So…how was it?”

You stared up at the ceiling for a second, mind boggled with the fact that he even felt the need to ask you how that was for you. Did he really have no idea? That was grade A head. Definitely what artists sang about in their songs or what writers wrote about in their smut filled books. That once in a lifetime experience that you’d end up remembering at 80 years old, for sure. 

When you finally were able to compose yourself, you raised back up on your elbows again with your eyebrows almost shot into your hairline.

“How was it? Eren…I’m not exaggerating but I could’ve sworn I saw god. What the fuck was that? I thought you didn’t know what you were doing,” you exclaimed, shaken up.

He laughed, shrugging. “I mean, I didn’t. Not really. I watched some stuff, but I didn’t have any hands-on experience.”

You shook your head in disbelief. “Well, you could’ve fooled me.”

“So…” He looked around until he decided to let his curious green eyes land back on you, hands moving up your calves to your thighs. “What now?”

You shivered from his touch and thought about that for a moment. 

“I want to return the favor…” You replied, staring back with want.

“M’cool with that.”

You snorted. “Course you are.”

He chose to sit down in a nearby chair, manspreading while he looked at you with that infuriating cocky smirk. You couldn’t believe that his success at eating you out was already getting to his head like this. 

“Look,” you stood in between his long legs before bending down to your knees in front of him. His head was tilted, and he was giving you a look very appropriate for your current position. You were definitely horny again. “Do you want me to tell you that you just got lucky for your first try?”

Eren licked his bottom lip excruciatingly slowly before biting it, laughing. “Lucky? Maybe. I guess that means you’d have to let me do it again just to prove to you that maybe, just maybe, I might know what I’m doing.” His eyes flashed with mischief, irking you to death. He was still grinning, little smile lines at the corners of his lips. When you really looked at him, he was attractive. Dare say, he might’ve been one of the most attractive guys in the school and didn’t even know it. If he were to stop hiding himself in hoodies and sweats, there was no telling what his popularity were to look like. However, catching his beauty first, you almost wanted to gatekeep him from everyone else. No one needed to get a piece of what you were now claiming as yours. If they weren’t able to see his worth as he was now, then they didn’t deserve him any different. 

“You’re annoying,” you mumbled before you decided to focus on the task at hand.

He watched you tug his sweats down along with his boxers and couldn’t fight back a proud smile at the look on your face, witnessing the size of him. His dick was so thick and heavy, it laid against his upper thigh. Hard and pulsating. The head was an angry red, covered with his precum. There was no fucking way he’d been walking around school for four whole years carrying a monster cock like that. No wonder he walked as slow as he did. The thing attached to him had been slowing him down this entire time.

You gawked at it in awe, glancing from it back to him. “Are you kidding me?” He snickered as if this was really a laughing matter. You were stumped. “Eren…”

“Can we talk about me having the biggest dick in school after I cum?” He slid a hand down his clothed chest to take his dick in hand, giving himself a few lazy strokes. He huffed out a broken moan, staring down at you through half lidded eyes. “I need…”

It wasn’t looking like he was going to finish that sentence and maybe because he was too embarrassed to say whatever it was he wanted to say, noticing his cheeks heating up. Cute.

“Yeah yeah,” you said under your breath, moving forward to plant kisses up his thigh, feeling him shudder against you. When you got closer to where he needed you most, he moved his hand away, pushing up his hoodie so that it was out of the way. You were almost distracted by his abs again but you kept yourself focused, spreading your saliva over the head of his cock once you reached it. 

Eren clutched at his hoodie, groaning needily at the feeling of having your lips so close to him. You took him in your hand and couldn’t believe how heavy he actually was. You imagined having him inside of you. Tearing through your soft walls deliciously before making a home there, and fucking you stupid. He was so big, there was no way you weren’t going to cum multiple times in a row. You wondered if there was going to be enough time to get to that part.

“Please,” he muttered, biting into his lip with a shy expression on his pretty face. Cheeks as rosy as his lips. It was so distracting. “Can you please keep going?”

Who knew he was the begging type.

“Mmm,” you smirked to yourself, cupping his balls only for him to throw his head back, running a hand through his disheveled hair. “I’m getting to that, pretty boy. Relax.”

“Fuck,” he moaned at the pet name, trying to hold onto his sanity. Just having your hands on him was enough. He couldn’t even imagine what your mouth was going to feel like. Him hitting the back of your throat, filling it with so much sweet cum, making you swallow every bit of it. Fuck.

More pre dribbled onto your hand and you could tell that he wasn’t going to last much longer. This was going to be a quick blowjob. You were going to have to train him to last a little longer than this. 

Deciding on not using your mouth for now, you stood up to your feet, keeping his cock in your hand. You slid your palm up and down, using the precum and a bit of your saliva to keep it lubricated as you smiled sweetly, standing back in between his legs. He was breathing heavily now, abs tightening as he felt your thumb cross over his fat mushroom head, teasing him. He sat forward, looking up at you with desperate eyes that told you he’d do anything to cum right now and you bet he would. Such a pathetic look on such a pretty face.

How lucky you were.

You were still standing but were bent a bit so you could keep your stride going. His clouded emerald eyes were locked onto yours, a hand finding its way to your thigh to keep him grounded. Your tits were now directly in his face and he didn’t waste any time taking a nipple in his mouth. You moaned out in surprise, squeezing his cock in the process. He groaned around your breast, bringing you closer to him. He was fucking into your hand now, getting desperate. He was so close. So unimaginably close, he could feel the pressure rising at the center of his stomach. His hand left your thigh and wrapped his arms around your lower mid section and ass, keeping you there. 

“Eren,” you called for him, trying to get his attention. He was throbbing in your hold, veins more prominent than before you touched him. Without a word, you knew he was close. “Look at me.”

He popped off of your nipple, gazing up at him with such a far away look in his eyes. So pretty to look at. You were losing your mind over him.

“I want you to cum for me. Can you be good and do that?“

“Be good?” He asked, eyebrows drawing together with his lips parted. He tore his eyes from you and kissed at your stomach, nipping at your warm skin. “I’ll do whatever you want me to, just please. Need to cum so bad. I can’t…” his fingers dug into the flesh of your ass, moaning louder now. 

His hips stuttered as you dipped down to capture his lips with your own, shoving your tongue down his throat. He choked on a moan, not knowing where to put his hands now. You stroked him faster and he panted against your lips, moaning hopelessly into your mouth. 

“Gonna cum. Gonna…M’gonna–”

“Wait.”

You pulled your lips away from his and quickly dropped down to your knees. He frowned at what you were doing but lost it the moment he felt your plump lips finally wrap around his thick cock. 

His long drawn out moan was either because of him shooting his seed down your throat or the feeling of your mouth on him, tongue swirling over his sensitive head. His cock pulsed and twitched as he continued letting you milk him dry, thighs quivering. He used an arm to cover part of his face as he made low noises that were moans but more whiny. 

“Please…Can you…?”

When you swallowed every drop of him, something you didn’t usually do with anyone you went down on, you let him go with a ‘pop’ sound, making his head spin once more. He was trying to catch his breath but you were greedy. 

You straddled his lap properly this time, feeling his flaccid cock against the crack of your ass. He groaned under his breath, hands quickly attaching themselves to your waist, dark eyes back on you again with a playful frown.

“Let’s forget I came early, yeah?”

You pucker your lips, tapping your index finger against your chin in thought. 

“Mm, how about…no?”

You giggled when you felt him squeeze your hips, frown deepening. He was so hot post orgasm, it should’ve been a downright crime. His forehead was dotted with small beads of sweat and the majority of his face was a little red. It paired well with his dark hair, dark brows and mystic green eyes. How had you not seen him in such a light before today? How did you miss him? 

His eyes searched your face trying to figure out what was going through your mind but you didn’t give him anymore of that opportunity when you began grinding down your hips, conveying through your actions what you wanted. 

He smirked lazily, leaning forward to where his lips ghosted over yours.

“If you want me to fuck you, just say that.”

“If I’m riding, that means I’m fucking you, pretty boy.”

Eren broke eye contact and dipped his face into your neck, groaning. There went that stupid pet name again. God, you were going to be the end of him.

“Fine,” He shot back, kissing at your collarbones. He smiled against your skin. “I guess this means I don’t hate you so much anymore.”

“Mmm,” You hands played with his hair, trying to continue ignoring the throb in between your legs. “Good. Shouldn’t have hated me anyway.” With enough of his hair in between your fingers, you gripped onto it and pulled his head back to face you. His lips parted in surprise. “In fact, I don’t think you ever really hated me in the first place. Maybe you wanted to but you couldn’t ignore how attracted you were to me. Isn’t that right?”

Eren swallowed the pool of saliva in his mouth before answering you, “I don’t…I don’t really know. I mean, I’ve been attracted to you but how does that correlate to me disliking you?”

“Because silly boy,” The playful smile on your face made him weary, wondering what you were going to say next. “–how can you hate someone that you wanna fuck so bad?”

He was hard again. It was surprising to him because it usually took him a minute for him to come back after a good orgasm but you were so…so alluring. Charming and very seductive. He didn’t foresee himself falling into the hands of you but there he was. Trapped by your fatal gaze, too captivated to look away. He didn’t even know what to say back to that because you were right. He’d spent too many nights fucking into his lousy hand picturing you on his cock instead. Desperate yet controlling at the same time. When he thought you were everything he wanted to stay away from, you were actually the very one he needed. He just couldn’t admit that to himself. Now, he could care less. He wanted you, and that was all that mattered to him.

Watching him fall into thought, you pouted and shifted up using his shoulders for leverage. You leaned forward and reached a hand down between your legs for his growing erection, taking his heavy length into your delicate hand. He let out a shuddered breath, blinking back into the present as he felt you tease the tip of his cockhead at your entrance. So wet, so warm, fuck he was gonna lose it again. 

Your name sounded heavenly coming from his pretty lips, eyes already pleading you to keep doing what you were doing. 

Your face was close to his, eyes eating up the way he panted, eyebrows knitted together. It was such a major contrast to the boy you’d watched walk into class earlier. The Eren in front of you was compliant and desperately wanting to cum again. 

He was such a hidden gem. How did you get so fucking lucky? 

“Shhh,” you told him, your lips against his as he whined, feeling you coat his length with your arousal, his hands gripping at your thighs that were still covered by the high socks you were wearing. “You’re so loud, baby. Can you be a little quieter for me?” He whimpered, chest rising and falling. “Unless you wanna be caught like this. If so…” you pecked his lips, giggling. “–then let’s see how much louder you can get for me.”

Eren didn’t have time to give you an answer back when you finally began sinking down onto him, inviting his fat cock into your warm cunt. The grip on your thighs tightened as his head fell back. The moan that left his mouth was loud but nothing that would’ve gotten you two caught. Least, not yet. 

“Shit,” he groaned deeply, jaw clenched. “I won’t be able to last that long. I could probably cum now. Just don’t move. Please don’t move,” he begged as if he was the one in control here. Did he forget who was on top?

With a smirk, you lowered yourself further down until you felt every inch of him pulsating against your soft, wet walls.

There was no doubt that he was in deep. He couldn’t even describe the feeling. The best he was able to do was think of it like a tight glove around his cock. He was positive that if you started moving, he was going to cum all up against your poor cervix, breeding you stupid. He was barely holding onto his sanity, having never felt anything as good as this. His hand was a poor imitation and hoped he never had to resort to it ever again as long as you existed. 

“Eren,” you cooed, bringing his head back forward by holding his face with your warm hands. “C’mon. I know that this is your first time having sex but hold out a while for me, yeah? If I lose you, I’ll just have to use you.” You grinned, “Though, I don’t think you’d mind that one bit, hm?” 

“God, just shut up and fuck me,” he blurted out, smacking your thigh with a tired frown. “Don’t make threats. Be about it, yeah?” He mocked, and had no clue what he was in for.

Your grin smoothed into a half smile. “Just know I’m not stopping until I’m done with you, and remember — you asked for it.”

With your hands back on his shoulders, you pushed yourself forward a bit until you slid off of him, but not all of the way. Just enough that when you slammed yourself back down, he was back to kissing your cervix. Both of your moans blended together and you did that a few more times until you found your rhythm. Eren was a mess of whines and groans, hands all over you. He was biting into your shoulder while heavily breathing against your neck. No matter what he was doing, he kept you close to his body and had no intention of letting you go. 

You bounced in his lap, his strong thighs able to keep you balanced enough to do a number on him. Your tits jiggled in front of him and it was like his civil duty to give them attention. The moment his mouth was on both of your nipples, you squeaked and wrapped your arms loosely around his neck, trying to keep the same rhythm without being distracted. 

The way you were stretched out around his cock, creating the most obscene squelching sounds known to man, it was hard not filling your pretty pussy up with his cum already. Then the way you continued to slam your hips down onto him, it was too much. 

You felt so fucking good. 

The two of you continued like that until you began feeling tired, which was ironic considering you were the one that had told him you weren’t going to stop until you were done. Looks like that came early.

“M’starting to get a cramp, sorry,” you mumbled, stopping all movement and lying flat against him, trying to catch your breath. 

Eren was still incredibly hard but he didn’t want you to feel like you were the only one that was supposed to put in the work here. Not when he was able to help.

“Hold on,” he said against the shell of your ear before he slid his hands underneath your thighs, standing up.

You gasped and looked around, “Eren–”

“Mm, wait a sec.”

When he laid you down on a desk, your legs were at either side of his hips, pushed up with his hands at your knees. He smirked at the curious look on your face. 

“Don’t look so surprised. You couldn’t keep your word so now it’s time I make the same promise and make good on it.”

You frowned, easily huffing out into a pout. “That’s not fair. I tried.”

“I know,” he cooed, looking along your body with ravenous eyes. “But you couldn’t do it. That’s okay,” his eyes dropped to your glistening folds, humming to himself. “Now it’s my turn.”

You weren’t sure what to expect but just as he’d eaten you out earlier, he didn’t need any directions with fucking you just as good. 

It was a complete shock because he was a virgin. He had no sexual experience. Everything he knew came from porn. It was like he knew exactly where all of your pleasure points were and exploited them with each snap of his hips. He had a grip on your waist, focused on the way his girthy cock slid in and out your puffy cunt with ease. The desk rocked under your weight as you choked out a moan, trying to reach out for him.

With an amused grin, he entertained you by pulling you up and throwing your arms back around his neck as he continued to hammer into you, swallowing your moans, kissing you. Your moans were muffled now, just as his were. He didn’t want him to stop until you came. Maybe you didn’t want him to stop even after that. There was just something so addicting about him that you couldn’t place. It was frustrating. 

You were the first girl he’d ever fucked and it gave you a sense of possession. There was no way you were letting him go now. He was yours and no one else’s. Even if for some wild reason he didn’t want to see you again after this, you weren’t beneath begging him. Anything to keep him around for as long as possible. 

Little did you know, he felt the same way about you. If not more.

With your arms around his neck and his arms holding up your thighs as he fucked into you, the world around the two of you began to slowly disappear. Nothing nor anyone mattered except this moment, right here. You trembled against his hard body, letting him mold your little cunt to fit his cock and his cock only from now on. So stuffed, so full, you couldn’t even think straight. 

“Eren, I’m s’close,” you mumbled against his lips, whining pathetically. “Please cum in me. M’on the pill so it’s okay.”

Like he wasn’t going to fill you up anyway. He had zero plans of pulling out considering the only thing that was able to stay on his mind before anything else was the way your pussy gripped his cock like you didn’t want him to pull out. Like you were trapping him in. He didn’t mind it. It was good he had the go to do it because he was going to feel bad afterwards. 

“You were right,” he said, holding eye contact. “I’ve never hated you. I’ve been attracted to you for a pretty long time but it’s deeper than that. I didn’t…hit Jean earlier just because he was bad mouthing you.“

His thrusts didn’t stop so you were having a hard time focusing on what he was saying but you did your best because it sounded important. “I punched him because…” He bit his lip, almost wanting to look away from you, clearly embarrassed. “–because I’ve also been obsessed with you. Then he said he fucked you recently and I didn’t know how to react but was it true? Did you really fuck him?”

Earlier, when he gave you and Jean some thought, he was a little convinced that it actually happened but for some reason, a part of him kept trying to deny it. Maybe it was due to the fact that he hated the idea of you going back to Jean, even if it was a one time thing. He couldn’t fuck you until he got the answer he was looking for. He also needed to know that Jean was completely out of the picture or there was going to be a problem. 

You sputtered, being put on the spot. “I- Well, yeah? I mean…It wasn’t really planned. But wait, so you’ve been obsessed with me? For how long? Why didn’t you say anything? Did you think I wouldn’t have been interested? What else is ther–Ah!” He thrusted deeper into you, a high pitched whine slipping from your lips as your nails sunk into his back. 

“You’re asking too many questions,” He growled out, frowning as he used your cunt like his own personal cocksleeve. “Picturing him fucking you the way I am is pissing me off. I don’t feel like talking anymore.”

You were shaking now and not just from the force of his pounding but from how close you were to your release. He was now fucking you with newfound hatred, the image of you with Jean stuck in his mind. He hated it. Hated how long he wanted to be the one fucking you. The only one you were allowed to let touch you when you felt like being touched. How it took him too long to prevent any of it from happening. If only he had spoken up sooner, you would’ve been his a long time ago. 

“I’m gonna erase every part of him from you, do you understand?” 

The way the head of his cock kept hitting that one spot that made you a whimpering mess before him — it was too hard for you to have a conversation with him. At this rate, you were going to legitimately forget your own name. You still hadn’t recovered from him eating you out earlier, pieces of that memory playing over and over in your head as you tried to stay grounded. Your pretty moans bounced off of the empty classroom walls, a wonder how no one caught the two of you yet.

“No one’s gonna fuck this pussy but me and I fuckin’ mean it,” he continued to mutter, hot with anger and frustration.

It was your fault for having a body like that. For being so nice to people and coming off too trusting. Maybe you weren’t desperate but he couldn’t help but wonder why you walked around acting like it. Then again, none of that mattered now. You were his and he was going to make sure everyone knew it. That was going to start by him giving you obvious dark marks along your neck. 

“Eren,” you stuttered out, eyes almost rolling to the back of your head. “Gonna…I’m…” you closed your eyes, feeling his lips on your neck. He fucked into you like it was his last day on earth and nothing could’ve torn you two apart. “Fuck, I can’t! I can’t, I can’t,” you babbled on and on until he felt you suddenly tighten around his length, creaming lewdly around his throbbing cock.

Your breath was sporadic, still holding onto him as he jack-hammered into you without remorse for the overstimulation you were feeling. You moaned out his name, pleading for him to slow down but he was chasing his own high. Plus, he wasn’t stopping until you were full with his cum. He needed to fill you up. His sanity depended on it. 

“Fuck, you’re squeezing me so tight. I wouldn’t be able to pull out even if I tried,” he commented with a lazy smirk against your warm skin, gripping onto you. “Stay just like that. Let me use you until I’m done, ‘k?”

Like he needed to wait until you answered him. He didn’t stop. He pounded at your poor abused cunt, eyebrows furrowed as he felt his stomach tighten. His abs tensed under the growing pressure and as soon as he heard your sweet voice, he let it all go.

“Cum for me, Eren.”

He filled your fertile womb up with the intent to breed you full, knowing that you were on birth control. Still, the thought counted.

You let him ride out his orgasm, not having the least bit of energy to make any sort of movements anyway. Your vagina felt like it was ready to run away from you with the way Eren treated it. He sure knew how to catch onto stuff fast. This was a memory that you weren’t ever going to forget. Hopefully, it was going to be replaced with many more.

“Fuck,” he said in a low tone, sweat rolling down the side of his face as he pulled his softening dick out of you. 

He couldn’t help but bend at the knees, eagerly awaiting the cum he’d stuffed in you to come oozing out. 

Your legs remained wide and open, looking down at him with a raised brow. The moment he caught the shine of his seed tumbling out of your fucked out hole, he smirked. “That’s it.”

“You’re unbelievable,” he heard you mumble and couldn’t help but laugh, looking up at you through dark lashes. 

“What?” He stood up, pulling his sweatpants up with him. He licked his lips, fitting himself in between your thighs once more. “Can’t I finally claim what’s always been mine?” 

You narrowed your eyes at him, playfully, before you pushed your skirt back down and stared back at him. “Always been yours? Care to explain?”

He smirked. “Happily. First off–”

“What in the world are you two doing back there?” Mrs. Ackerman screeched, a look of horror written all over her face.

Scared out of your skin by her sudden reappearance, you pushed Eren back and almost fell trying to get off of the desk. You reached for your forgotten underwear on the floor while Eren stuttered out an excuse, his ears growing red.

“W-well, we uh–”

“Gotta go!” You finished for him, grabbing his wrist with your stuff in your hands. “See you tomorrow for detention, Mrs. Ackerman! Bye!” 

“Wait–!” Eren mumbled, tripping up on his own feet as you two headed for the secondary door at the back of the classroom. Before leaving, he’d managed to swipe his belongings from the desk he was sitting at along with his book bag. 

When you two were pretty far down the hallway for Mrs. Ackerman to catch up, you stopped and let him go, trying to catch your breath. It didn’t dawn on you that you were still without underwear until you felt your skirt rise. 

“Hey!” You exclaimed in embarrassment, slapping Eren’s hand away. He laughed.

“Put them on. It’s kinda windy outside.”

“I know what to do,” you said in a pout, doing exactly that as you hid behind him in case someone decided to come down the same hallway.

His tone was more on the possessive side which made you think that maybe a conversation needed to be had. You weren’t sure if he was going to laugh at the idea of becoming a thing or tell you that it was the last thing he wanted. Or worse, that he never wanted to do anything like that ever again. The latter was going to hurt the most so you chose to think positively instead. The signs pointed to him saying yes, and that was what made you stand back up with a smile on your face. 

Eren raised a brow, “Satisfied? What’s on your mind?”

“Well,” you began, hoping that you were going to be able to get your thoughts together in time to ask him what you wanted to say, “So, how was your first time?”

He bursted out with laughter, drawing a cute frown on your face. “It was good, but that’s not what you really want to ask me.” He stepped closer to you, almost close enough to touch you. “So ask me.”

“Oh,” You looked down, hating how intimidating he was coming across just because of his height and sudden change in demeanor. You weren’t usually this lost for words. It was annoying. “I just…Do you like me?”

“I do,” He answered straight away, causing your head to pop back up, looking at him with hope in your eyes. He smiled. “I wouldn’t have had sex with you if I didn’t. Now I have a question for you.” He took your face in his hands, eyes softening enough to calm the nervous butterflies in your stomach. “I know I made it clear that I don’t want you with anyone else but it wouldn’t be official unless I asked, do you wanna be my girlfriend?”

It was as if your heart had flown right out of your chest and took flight into the skies. You couldn’t believe what you were hearing. He wanted you to be his girlfriend. His girlfriend. You. 

Even though you were pretty popular, that meant nothing to you. Not when it came to someone like Eren wanting to be official with you. Especially since it’d taken four years for you to finally see him and know what his true feelings for you were. Happy was an understatement. You were over the moon. 

“Well?” His voice brought you from your thoughts, a faint worried look in his verdant green eyes. You gave him a soft smile, covering the hand he had on your cheek with your own. 

“I would love to be your girlfriend, ‘ren.”

He immediately flashed his white teeth, happy that you said yes. He took you into his arms by your waist, and pressed his lips against yours. Easily, you melted into the kiss, feeling your heart wash over with warmth. 

Eren was yours and you were his. As crazy as it seemed, you didn’t see it coming. None of it. Eren was the quiet guy and you were the outgoing, popular girl. It was going to be a major shock to the entire school when they witnessed you two walk through those double doors in the morning but you weren’t going to be phased by any of the attention. All you cared about now was him. 

Your cute little boyfriend.

Had a nice ring to it.

“Mine,” he said against your lips and you giggled, burying your face into his chest. 

“Yeah, all yours. Now let’s go. I feel gross and want a shower.”

He pouted as you took his hand and tugged him down the hall, towards the double doors that led outside. 

“Can’t you keep it in a little longer?” He whined, walking a little behind you. “Selfish.”

“Eren, I am not keeping all of this cum in me. You’ve lost your mind. It’s uncomfortable.”

“Yeah, but-”

“No buts.”

“Speaking of butts…” He trailed off, smirking as he lifted your skirt up again with his index finger to get another peek. You exhaled loudly and smacked his hand away without turning around, trudging down the hall with a warm face and butterflies in your stomach again. 

Annoying. 

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Oh, What A View

Summary: After the war is over, you are left to tend for the poor soldiers whose minds got broken in the process. One specific man catches your attention.

Warnings: unprotected, vaginal sex, creampie, cum leaking, oral sex (m! receiving), titty fucking, cum play, accidental voyeurism. | a/n: Hobo!Eren and Nurse! Reader concepts are originally aleks' (@princess-jaeger) <3

Wattpad! | Ao3! | Hobo! Eren Yeager x Nurse! Reader

“They did it!” The news broke loose not long after the event actually happened. All the newspapers, radio stations, and gossipers were talking about it, the end of the four-year-long war between Marley and the Mid-East forces had finally come to an end when a peace treaty was signed after the military destroyed their fleet.

Information traveled so fast that you were barely able to tell what was true and what wasn’t. The only concrete information you had was that Marley’s win was a real achievement and hundreds of mentally and physically scarred soldiers were on their way to your care.

It would take them a few days to get back from Fort Slava and, in the meantime, you find yourself preparing extra beds and blankets to care for those in need.

When the time goes by and the soldiers finally arrive, you watch closely as one of the warrior candidates assists a man who has been scared by the guard leading them towards the hospital, “ugh, typical,” you think to yourself, annoyed by the way those poor people are being treated. Not that there is anything you can do about it.

A week passes and, during those seven days, not a lot happens amidst the broken soldiers. It is a day like any other, medicine rounds begin going around and, with each passing patient, you mark an x next to their name. With the assistance of the other nurses, you get around pretty quickly.

“Has bed five B gotten her medication yet?” You ask one of the other nurses as you flip over the pages on your clipboard, not fully paying attention to what it is that they are currently talking about. If it didn’t involve the patients in your care, you wouldn’t give it a second thought.

“Yeah,” the short-haired nurse responds, dipping two of her fingers into the bag of chips. She brings the wavy food into her mouth before rubbing her fingers together, getting rid of the dust. It is more than clear to you that she doesn’t take her job very seriously, “The only one left is bed fourteen A.”

“Mr. Kruger?” You inquire, bringing the board close to your chest. The other woman shrugs, licking the orange powder off of her fingertips.

“He’s only willing to cooperate when you are the one doing his care,” she says and you can’t help but look away, a deep blush taking over your cheeks as you now stare at the ground. You had indeed been exchanging a few glances here and there with the man, but you wouldn’t think he would go as far as to refuse treatment from anyone but yourself.

Clearing your throat, you nod. With one hand, you bring the clipboard down towards your thigh, and with the other, you reach for a small cup containing a couple of pain pills, one antipsychotic and one antidepressant. It’s a decent cocktail, enough to cause a grown adult to relax.

The sound of your heels colliding with the floor fills the nearly empty hallway, the only exceptions being a few soldiers who sit in their designated wheelchairs, one of them with a book in hand as he reads the words on the page carefully and the other one slamming his head against the wall.

Your hand trembles, a nervous sweat dripping down the side of your head as you touch the handle on the door. The patient himself has never been anything but a gentleman but it is the people around him that worry you, after all, no more than a week has gone by since the military dumped the broken soldiers into the hospital.

With a deep breath, you enter the room without knocking. A small tv plays the same program it did the day before and the men and women sit around it like flies attracted to the light. A couple of them sit on a broken table, marked cards in their hands as they play a game similar to poker, though you can’t decipher what it is.

One woman, in particular, draws the same symbol over and over again with barely usable markers, mumbling words that feel like an incantation based on the number of times she has told you she is a witch. She is harmless overall, though can still be quite difficult when it comes the time to take her medicine.

With one glance around the room, you come to the conclusion that the patient you are searching for is nowhere to be seen inside the small room and it means that he could either be sitting on the bench outside or simply lying in bed in his room.

Making sure not to touch anyone, you make your way towards the massive window, eyes searching for the long-haired man in question. Once you realize that you can’t find him, you decide that it is time to look in the very last place and, if he wasn’t there, you would have to call the guards.

So you rush up the stairs towards the last room on the third floor, where all the physically disabled patients were being kept. It seemed like extremely poor management, considering that most of them weren’t able to walk down the stairs, but it is not like the Marleyan government cared about these men too much.

From underneath the door, you see a shadow hopping around on crutches and it could only mean that he is awake. Unlike the other nurses, you like to knock on the door, making sure that they understand how valuable their privacy is to you. 

Inside the room, a low, husky voice speaks as the shadow is now facing towards the wooden surface, “Come on in.” Your heart skips a beat for a second, the tone of his voice is deep and you can feel a dreamy sigh exhaling from your body as you twist the doorknob.

“Mr. Kruger?” You inquire, peaking your head inside the room, the hand that holds the medicine cup also bringing the clipboard closer to your body. His emerald green eye pierces right through you and a warmth grows on your face, even if there is absolutely no light to them, “I’m passing around medication.”

“Ah, I see,” the man exhales a response, extending the hand that does not hold the crutch forward to take it out of your hands. You wish you could offer him some juice or even water to drink the medication with but such luxuries were forbidden. It doesn’t seem to bother him in the slightest, however. 

He takes a deep breath before swinging his head and the cup backward. You can see the movement of his neck as he swallows the pills with amusing ease. Once he is done, his tongue brushes through chapped lips, moisturizing the area as best as he possibly can.

“Thank you, ma’am,” he says in that exact same low voice, not shifting it in the slightest. You can feel as his eyes go through your body, taking in the full image of your silhouette and you can’t help but tug at the edge of your skirt, pulling it down in hopes of calming yourself down.

He begins to take a few steps closer and you feel as your legs gain a life of their own, backing your body against the door as you use your free hand to search for the handle, desperately looking for an out. Before you have time to fully take in what is happening, the man is standing before you, his hand touching the wood a little off to the side as he traps you in the space between the door and his body.

The man doesn’t say anything, he simply stands there. His breath is warm and there is a familiar scent to it though you can’t fully identify what it is. One of his eyes is bandaged up and you bring your hand to his face, your thumb brushing against the cloth gently so as not to hurt him.

“Does it hurt?” You ask, cursing yourself for saying it out loud and he shrugs.

“I have gotten used to it at this point,” is all he replies with. He eventually lets go of the crutch, now using your body to balance himself up. His grip on your waist is tight as his fingernails dig through your skin through the cloth of your clothes, but you don’t complain. In fact, it feels good to have him touch you.

You can’t help but exhale loudly, dropping the clipboard in your hand to the ground. When it collides with the surface, it makes a loud sound and immediately the man brings his index finger over your lips, telling you to shush, even if he knows that nobody would care about it, not the nurses and not the broken soldiers.

His lips ghost above yours, so close that you can already taste them, though he doesn’t give in so easily, he wants you to speak, he likes to hear your voice, “Tell me something you have never told anyone,” he requests.

It takes you a second to think and, in that time, he has lifted the edge of your dress, fingers brushing through the silk of your underwear as he carefully watches as the fabric makes its way past your thighs. He doesn’t stop until he can see your belly button, that’s when he shifts his focus to opening the front of your uniform.

You can’t find any words seeing as your brain betrays you, all of your thoughts are targeted at the man’s touch. His vision is focused on you and, without breaking eye contact, his mouth closes on your right nipple. Eren sucks on the hardened bud while your eyes are closed shut in pleasure. 

He lets go of the nipple with a pop, then proceeds to bite down, blow a bit of cool air, and watch it as it becomes erect, then goes back to sucking on the bug. Licking, biting, sucking. It goes on. You couldn’t help the erotic sounds that come from deep within your throat.

Lust exploded from a place inside his chest and he couldn’t help but let it take over his actions. You cradle his head against yours; keeping him in place. Letting go of your nipple, he moves on to your left breast to give it the same attention. 

Though before he resumes the activity, he asks you the question again, a firmer tone this time and a threat of stopping if you didn’t respond quickly. You scramble to find something inside of your nearly empty mind but finally, something comes up.

“I have a collection of sex toys,” you whisper underneath your breath, afraid that anyone but him would hear your confession. He smiles, bringing his lips around your nipple once more before giving it the attention you so desperately craved. With every flick of his tongue, you could feel the wetness as it pooled in your underwear. “Now will you tell me your first name?”

You puff out your chest, giving him better access to your previously hidden breast. Your arms are pressed against the wall, hands balled into fists as you try and turn your head away from the scene in embarrassment. 

The man pulls your body towards him but before you have a chance to collapse against his chest, he is pressing you against the window, your cheeks against the glass as he pulls your underwear to the side, wanting to make this nothing more than a quickie, “Eren, Eren Kruger.”

You feel the head of his cock bumping between your legs, seeking for the entrance to your aching core. Closely after, it began to push slowly into you. The sensation as he filled your cunt wasn't one you had felt in a while, not even on those private, lonely occasions when you’d lay in bed, thinking about him and the encounters you have shared in the past.

You brace yourself against the window as the man buries his length all the way inside of you. Your fantasies seemed so pathetic now, the idea that he would be gentle? Nothing more than a distant dream as Mr. Kruger was known, by you specifically, to be quite rough when he is fucking you.

It isn’t his fault, he would say, there is just something about your juicy, puffy pussy that would make all of his senses go out of the window and he would only be able to think with the head of his cock.

Your breath caught in your throat. The pleasure was gathering inside of you. Every thrust drove you further toward ecstasy. You mouthed something incoherent at the streetlights on the wide road below. His hands on your hip pulled and pushed you as he slammed his cock into you, again and again, fucking you careless of your comfort, like you were just a thing, a doll.

Your breasts are pressed against the window, hands gripping at the curtains as tightly as you can while supporting both of your bodies, he holds you up by wrapping his arms underneath your knees and his cock never leaves the warmth of your cunt, not even for a second.

“People might see us,” you say, drool pooling on the corner of your lips. Wetness drips down your pussy, coating not only his member but the back of your thighs. He is rough, rougher than usual but at every step, no matter how tough his words are, he makes sure that you are ok.

“Then let them see,” he hisses, pumping his hips forward while lowering your body on his cock, allowing more of his length to enter your aching cunt and you gasp, eyes rolling to the back of your head in pleasure, “Let them see what a slut you are.”

“Mr. Kruger,” you moan his name quietly, trying to attract as little attention to you as possible, “It feels so good.” Your underwear is still pulled to the side but the fabric now comes in contact with your throbbing clit, rubbing the area ever so gently with his every thrust. A heartbeat passes and you correct yourself, “Eren.”

“I know what you like,” he says and you can tell he has a shit-eating grin on his face just by the way his voice sounded. You open your eyes to make sure nobody is watching the two of you, gripping the curtains hard in the process before allowing your head to fall backward.

A part of you secretly wishes that somebody would walk in, that somebody would catch the two of you in the most embarrassing of situations and you would have to acknowledge that you were having filthy sex with one of your patients, but you would rather live in denial.

He shifts ever so gently and finally hits the spot he was so desperately searching for, you have to bite down on your lip not to let out a loud gasp. You clench your butthole tightly, squeezing your muscles around him and he giggles, an amused laugh as he continues to pound into you, “Here, huh?” He teases.

You want to respond with an insult, something to wipe that smug smirk off of his lips but your vocal cords and your brain betray you at that moment and all you can think about is how delicious it feels to be fucked by him. 

The man proceeds to place the tip of your toes onto the window’s sill, spreading your folds apart and giving the passing people on the outside of the facility a perfect view of your stuffed pussy. It’s embarrassing and you can’t help but blush, but not a single part of you wishes to stop.

The man’s long hair sticks to the side of his neck, sweat exhaling from his pores with every thrust of his unstable hips, his mustache is coated in a layer of fluids and he readjusts for a second, pressing your body even further up against the window, your nipples becoming hard as they come in contact with the cold glass.

He brings his lips towards your neck, his tongue generously going through every inch of skin available, the bun on your hair, once elegant and now messy, threatens to fall and if it wasn’t for the lack of one of his legs, Eren would have already used his hand to take it down.

Your nails are rough and so is he, gravity leaving you bouncing on his cock harder and deeper than usual. Suddenly you don’t care that people outside might see you, you don’t care about anything but the angling of your lover’s hips and his ragged breaths against your neck.

“Keep moving just like that, baby,” he whispers against your skin and you take his words as an incentive to continue moving yourself on his cock.

You wrap an arm around his shoulder as you feel yourself unraveling and you moan into the glass. You are still trembling when he lowers you down, gripping one hand to your waist. Even though his pace now is faster than before, a hard thrust that shoves you forward into the window, and bracing your hand against the glass, you beg him for more. You need him now, need him closer than it is possible for two people to be.

“You’re going to make me come, Eren,” you say and he presses your body further against the window with a thudding sound, while the ripping of your underwear can also be heard. The cloth simply falls to the ground.

“Then come for me baby,” when finally you feel yourself tightening around his cock, a wave of an intense orgasm washing over you, you rock your hips against him, Eren moaning with you at the feel of your quivering muscles. You want people to see you now, to see them gasping in jealousy.

He witches, holding you perfectly in place for a few seconds, and his warm cum begins to flow inside of you, filling your body with sensations you could never grow too used to. So much comes out that eventually, you felt as the warmth began to squirt onto the glass and down your thighs.

Not a word leaves his lips so you are the first one to break the silence, “You made a mess, Mr. Kruger. Would you like me to clean it up?” A devious smile curls into his lips, though you cannot see it for he is hiding his face on the back of your neck, but you can feel as the corners twitch in excitement.

Slowly and carefully, he raises your body one more time, pulling his cock out from its newly found home inside of you. Your toes touch the ground, finding footing enough for the rest of your feet. It’s a slow process but, soon enough, you find yourself kneeling before him.

You raise his shirt and begin to kiss his stomach, starting just above the belly button. His body collides with the window, one hand searching for balance as he holds onto the ledge while the other is tangled around the back of your head, playing with your hair in a desperate attempt to show you what he has in mind. You cooperate slowly, letting him guide you down. It takes less than a minute before your mouth gets to the happy trail above his pubes.

His cock is right there, inches from your face. You hesitate for a second, wondering if a blowjob would be the best way to reward him. You decide on something better but, to prepare him for it, you run your tongue along the shaft, getting it wet with your saliva and you can taste the mixture of your juices and his, it’s still warm and quite salty.

It’s difficult and messy to navigate with just your mouth, but you do the best you can. Starting with kitten licks along his slit. The taste of his cum floods your tongue making you salivate.

You meet his eyes to find him still smiling, the corner of his mouth pulling up more into a smirk. He knows what he is doing to you. So you continue your motions down his shaft. Licking lightly along veins, drool escaping as you do. 

Clearly, this was the wrong choice, everything about this situation seemed wrong. As soon as you are halfway down, he begins to set the pace and it is relentless. Using you a hole more than a person.

You remove him from your mouth and move your hands towards your chest, unbuttoning the uniform you wear. Your hard nipples tingle in the cool air. You move up again, breasts large enough to cover his entire cock. He looked down at you in shock, but the devious smirk on his lips never ceased.

"I want you to cum between my tits,” you announce to him, knowing that is exactly the kind of stuff he wants to hear you say.

He simply moans as he thrust up against you. You respond by moaning as well, your breasts have always been sensitive, and react to his hips being pushed against them quite well. His hands come down, joining yours in squeezing your breasts around his cock. "Oh, shit." He hisses, his thrusting speeding up as he finds a rhythm, "You feel amazing."

You smile up at him. He doesn’t look like he'd last much longer, "That's it, baby, fuck my tits. Cum all over them."

"Uh... ohh fuck..." that is all he manages to say as a warning, his fingers begin digging onto the soft skin of your breasts, and his cock starts pulsing in its place between your boobs. You can feel wetness spreading, most of it being squeezed out and forming in a pool on your cleavage.

You continue to rub the shaft, looking at the mess he made. You can’t control yourself and your mind slowly slips away, rubbing his warm cum all over. There was enough to cover your breasts in his cum and have left over on your fingers. "There is so much, baby, and you just came not too long ago.”

“You’re just so fucking hot,” he pants, removing his hand from your breast to bring his cum coated fingers towards your lips. He pushes through gently, silently asking for permission before you open wide to receive him.

Your tongue swirls around his digits, fully taking in the flavors he is offering you. The viscous liquid drips against your taste buds and you continue to do so until his fingers are removed from your mouth completely clear, the only thing still coating them is a thick layer of your saliva.

As he places his cock back into his pants, Eren shakes his head, removing the hair from his eye. You are still on your knees, searching in your pockets for something that could be used as a tissue to clean the cum off of your bare chest.

“No,” Eren says, his voice is firm and it echoes through the almost completely empty room. You pause your movements for a second, wondering what he is talking about before he continues, “I want you to have my cum on your chest until you go home. A little reminder of me.”

“But, Mr. Kruger,” you try to reason with him, watching as he extends you a hand in the hopes of assisting you as you get up, “People will know.”

“After the little show we just gave them,” he smirks, buttoning up the top and covering your cum soaked cleavage, “I doubt many people don’t know about it already.”

You can’t help but blush in embarrassment, flustered cheeks facing away from him as you try to hide your emotions from him. You didn’t know what came over you, a public display such as the one you just experienced, and with an eldian no less, oh what the marleyan government would do to you if they figured it out.

A thousand thoughts go through your head in the span of a minute or so. Unconsciously, you begin to gather around your clipboard and the papers that fell out of it while you were busy being kissed by the man, and, before you have time to realize it, he has already walked out of the door and is on his way out of the courtyard.

You wipe away the steam off the window to find him sitting on the bench, he props his body up on the crutches as he speaks with one of the clinically insane patients. It takes a second for you to realize it is one of your patients, so you begin to make your way down the stairs, carefully enough not to fall but moving your feet at an incredibly quick pace.

Once you are finally there, you speak to him again, “I’m sorry, I looked away for two seconds,” you say, though your voice trembles with the thoughts of how the two of you were linked together mere moments ago. He shrugs, no light in his eyes.

“I don’t care,” he says, pretending not to know you. You knew how little you meant to him but still, to hear not a shred of empathy in his voice was enough to cause your heart to break. So you simply sigh, putting on a fake smile.

As you walk away, arm wrapped around your patient, you feel a cold breeze down against your free pubes and you finally realize that nothing is protecting your cunt, “Where are my panties?” You ask yourself silently, looking back at the man with a desperate look on your face, only to realize he has the cloth attached to his nostril, taking in a deep whiff out of it before placing it into his pocket, a smile on his face. That man was truly a devil.

Modern! College/Roommate Eren Jaeger Headcannon!

Modern! College/Roommate Eren Jaeger Headcannon!

Warnings: Eren having the personality of a highschool boy. Mentions of parties and drinking. Lots of fluff! Reader and Eren are pining for each other so badly oh my goddd! Overall just romantic feelings! She/Her pronouns are used!

A/N: As a college student, it felt like i needed to write this! Please enjoy!!

Eren Jaeger

* Oh my fucking god here we go

*Here we fuckin gooooo

* alright everyone buckle tf up

* Cause you’re in for a long oneee

* i hate himmmm ughhhh

* Anywayssss

* So damn chaotic and FOR WHAT

* Eren Jaeger as a roommate🙄 I swear to fuck…this boy won’t leave you alone

* Like forreal If he’s not playing video games or doing school work, guess what he’s doing!

* ANNOYING THE HELL OUT OF YOU

* “Hey Y/n did you know did you know that female bees kill the male bees after they’re done doing the diddle”😀

* “Hey Eren…shutup”

* “Y/n would you fuck me if I was Nate Jacobs?”

* “Eren for the love of god I cannot wait for our lease to be up”🥲

* “You don’t mean that”

* “Maybe I do”

* You don’t actually mean it…

* you met Eren through an online college campus roommate finder and you were desperate

* you needed somewhere to live affordably and you ended up matching with Eren

* Although living with a boy wasn’t your first option you ended up agreeing because the term was over and you needed a place for the next school year ASAP

* At first Eren was pretty quiet and tip-toed around you

* “Eren, I don’t bite you can be more verbal with me”

*silence*

* It took a bit for him to come out of his shell but when did….oh boy you rethought a lot of things

* Mans is a straightup MENACE

* The kitchen is ALWAYS messy😠

* It’s not that he doesn’t know how to use the dishwasher he’s just lazy so he leaves everything in the sink

*he also leaves out numerous drinking glasses everywhere

*has literally so many waterbottles on his nightstand cause he’s lazy and forgets to wash them

* Which means you have to clean up after him🙄

* His room is also messy and you have to force him to clean it every week

*lowkey help him sort his blacks,whites, and colors for laundry

*thought it was funny to buy tidepods and almost ate one for shits and giggles

* He leaves shit everywhere in the bathroom. Like his deodorant and toothbrush and toothpaste are always on the counter along with his hairbrush

* Sometimes he thinks its funny and sprays AXE body spray all around him and in the bathroom just to piss you off

* “Eren what the hell? Are you a 12 year old boy?! Stop using AXE and get some real cologne”

* “Damn Y/n what if I was a 12 year old that means you’re a pedoooo”

* 🙄

* He purposely missed the point

*also he leaves his backpack in the weirdest places

*like on the counter,

*on the floor in the bathroom

*he even left it out in the middle of your apartment hallway and was freaking out cause he didnt know where it went

*🙄

*Eren loves playing video games, like I stated before, if he’s not playing video games he’s always up in your business

*but when he IS playing video games…he’s LOUD

*Eren radiates 👹👹👹 energy when he plays games

*he bullies kids on Roblox

*you yelled at him for that

*He also has major temper tantrums during COD

*Almost broke his controller once for throwing it at the wall

*Has a headset and is always saying the worst things to Armin, Jean, and Connie during games

* “Jean if you weren’t such a fucking degenerate maybe we’d actually win a damn round, get your head out of your fucking ass AND PLAY-“

* “I swear I am fucking all your guy’s moms after this round, love me some milfs-“

*also loves minecraft, he spends hours creating his minecraft world and shows it off to you

* “Y/n come look at the fish tank I have my living room in minecraft and oh LOOK AT MY CAT!!”

* “these fuckin minecrafts spiders fuckin die”

* you question if he’s actually in middle school or not

*you find it funny but it gets distracting everytime you try to do homework

* He randomly wakes up in the middle of the night and decides to make popcorn or ramen at like 3AM

* Also chugs water very loudly for no reason

* And it causes you to wake up and stand in the kitchen like 🧍🏻‍♀️

* This man doesn’t know how to BE QUIET

* Loudest roommate ever i swear

* He carries a speaker around and plays the dumbest shit

* Spongebob Remixes

* Minecraft sounds for 10 hours

* His favorites are the Wii Remix and the Home Depot Remix

* For fucks sake

* Like boy what the hell

* “Eren turn that shit down”

* “No”😊

* Will walk with you to classes

* Likes getting lunch with you at the dining hall on campus too, and he always pigs out and gets 5 plates of different food and 2 plates of desserts

* “Holy shit Eren slow the fuck down and actually taste your food jeez..”

* “Don’t tell me how to live my life woman”🙄

* He’s so annoying in class…

* He does pretty well in school

* He loves going to the library with you and working on homework

* He likes it when you ask for his help it makes him feel useful

* He will help you study

* A sense of pride washes over him everytime you do well on a test or quiz and he gets so cocky

* “Eren!! I got an A on my Biology test in Professor Zoë’s class!!”

* “Well no shit its because I helped you”😌

* As much as he does well in school, he’s so aggravating sometimes

* Literally he just sits next to you and stares at you hoping he’ll get a reaction

* He likes passing notes to you, even though you sit right next to each other

* Is always on his phone too

* He got his phone taken away countless times by Professor Ackerman

* And Dr.Erwin Smith has written him up too

* You’ve learned how to ignore him at times

* But sometimes you join in on his antics

* Especially during a lecture where you both can’t sit still and listen, you’ll both spam the groupchat.

* Your friends consist of Armin, Mikasa, Jean, Connie, Sasha, Historia, Ymir, Annie, Reiner and Bertholdt.

* Occasionally on the weekend you and Eren decide to have the group over for some drinks and play games

* Eren’s ego never lets him lose

* You can’t throw parties since you two live in an apartment complex. But Jean, Sasha and Connie live in a rundown house across from campus and y’all know they’re throwing the best parties every weekend

* You and Eren try to go as much as you can

* The police have come to their house a couple of times, and you and Eren have become pros at jumping fences and running

* He always escapes first as he sees those lights on the cop cars

*Literally sprinting back

*Occasionally you get left behind in the ruckus😭😭

* “Y/n hurry the fuck up we’re gonna get caught!!”

* “Fuck you Eren I suck at running WAIT UP—“

* Honestly those moments are the moments you look back and laugh about with him

* Eren always drives you around

* He lovesss Mcdonalds and Taco bell

* And always pays for you

* Will occasionally wake you up when he can’t fall asleep and go on late night drives with you

* Likes listening to calming Lofi music

* Literally, he has the biggest fucking attitude its so annoying, he’s so sassy

* He is lowkey egotistical and narcissistic too

* But you deal with it anyways since he brings home takeout every week

* Will be so passive towards you if you ever bring over a guy you’re seeing

* Will give you shit for it too

* “Why even bother bringing HIM here, I’m clearly better “

* “Literally that guy was so ugly Y/n do better”

* You’re just like 🥲

* “Eren…we’re not even dating”

* “I know, but no man is good enough for you”

* 🥺🥰🥺🥰

* That’s how you feel^

*when you got your heartbroken by a guy you met on Tinder

*Oh god Eren was pissed

* “No Y/n tell me his fucking name right fucking now I swear to God I’m going to kill him. He cannot be so fucking disrespectful towards my favorite girl and get the fuck away with it.”

*He was almost yelling, he was just so mad. He hates seeing you so sad and down over a boy who doesnt deserve you

*You could only think about how he called you his “favorite girl” for weeks after that incident

* He always purposefully makes you blush

* Always flustering you

* He likes to wrap an arm around your waist whenever you guys go out to meet your friends on the weekends

* Everyone asks if you’re dating

* “No-he’s just my roommate”😳

* “Don’t listen to her, we’ve been together for 5 years”

* You give him a 😑 look everytime he says that

* Deep down you wish he would ask you to be his girlfriend. You’ve cry over him a lot when he’s asleep.

* He makes you so confused

* He acts like you guys are dating sometimes

* And its so confusing, especially when he also flirts with other girls too

* Mikasa is lowkey tired of hearing about it

* “Y/n just tell him how you feel, it’ll make both of you guys feel better. Just be honest”

* ☹️ “I know”

* Eren on the otherhand is so deeply in love with you that he doesnt even realize it

* His personality is naturally outgoing and protective of those he loves and cares for

* But when it comes to you, he sees you in a different light (he just thinks its natural to act differently for you but he doesn’t truly understand his own feelings :(( )

* He’s not the fondest of you going out with Mikasa, Sasha, Historia, Annie and Ymir sometimes

* “Y/n there’s creeps out there especially at night”

* “‘Ren, we always go out, nothing’s going to happen”

* He trusts you, but the thought of you being with someone that isnt him really gets him irritated.

* He overthinks a lot when you go out and texts you a lot

* Hates it when you don’t respond and will get antsy and try to call you

* He hates it whenever you get over the top drunk

* But lowkey doesn’t mind taking care of you even if you’re drunk crying

* He’s so sweet

* But still a dumbass

* Deep down Eren loves living with you, you keep him grounded and true to himself

* He loves the way your eyes slightly light up whenever you see him walk through the door

* He loves when you remember certain things about him

* He introduced you to his mom and his mother always asks about you

* You go to dinner at her place sometimes and she shows you pictures from when Eren was younger

* It only makes you fall more in love with him

* You hate not being honest with your feelings, but he makes you so nervous

* He always stares into your eyes so deeply and it makes you feel butterflies

* But you remember he flirts with other girls too and it makes you insecure

* You wish you had confidence to tell him straightup

* And he wishes the same for himself

* One night Eren had a huge confidence boost

* You two were on the couch watching The Office and everything was quiet

* You had your head on his shoulder

* It felt like the world went still and it was just the two of you

* You could feel the tension in the room but didn’t want to say anything so you kept quiet

* Until Eren spoke

* “Hey Y/n”

* “Yeah ‘Ren?”

* “I thought you looked really pretty today”

* Your heart jumped

* “I know I always stare but today you haven’t left my mind”

* You didnt even know what to say

* You shifted and lifted your head from his shoulder to look at him better

* “Eren…think about what you’re saying”

* “I have been thinking…ever since the day I met you”

* “Y/n, I think I like you”

* *facepalms*

* He likes you he was just awkward in saying it

* A smile formed on your lips

* “It’s about damn time” you said

* He looked at you like 🤨

* “What do you mean?”

* You roll your eyes

* “Eren I’ve liked you from day 1, I’ve been waiting all this time..”

* “Well maybe if you’d woman up a bit and TELL ME”

* you slap his chest and fully lean into him

* The rest of the night was so fucking wholesome, he fed you some popcorn and walked you to your room.

* Before you were able to turn around and go towards your bed, he put a gentle kiss on your forehead.

* “Thank you for being the best roommate and my bestfriend Y/n, let’s talk more about us in the morning mmk?”

* You could only nod and smile

* “Yeah,, goodnight Eren”

* You shut the door and got ready for bed and you knew you were going to have the best sleep that night.

* Eren Jaeger might be such an annoying brat, but he somehow carved his name into your heart

* From late night food runs, to school, to everything else in between, you truly couldn’t have asked for a better roommate and person to have in your life

* I LOVE THIS CONCEPT SO MUCH

* PLEASEEE I WISH HE WAS REAL

A/N (again): Damn, i’m down HORRENDOUSLY for this man…and i have no shameeeee! Anyways I hope you enjoyed this🥺 i thought it was cute and wholesome! Please let me know what you think! Loveeee <33

i know we as a collective society believe in gamer! eren supremacy. and yes, this is a good take. however, may i introduce to you: normie/fuckboy/jock eren with gamer/nerd gf. thoughts under the cut (safe for work, pg-13, also slight snk spoilers for season 3 and up!)

Keep reading

—❝ 𝐤𝐞𝐞𝐩 𝐦𝐞 𝐜𝐨𝐦𝐢𝐧𝐠, 𝐤𝐞𝐞𝐩 𝐦𝐞 𝐠𝐨𝐢𝐧𝐠 ❞

✦ where they like to cum at

✦ feat. diluc, kaeya, ayato, albedo, childe

✦ warning: smut, 18+ content, minors do not interact

✦ disclaimer: afab!reader with no set pronouns, creampies (diluc), pussyjob (kaeya), temperature play (kaeya), nipple play (kaeya + ayato), implied cunnilingus (kaeya), implied cum eating (kaeya +childe), boobjob (ayato), cumshot (albedo + ayato), thigh job (albedo), blowjob (childe), fingering (childe), unedited

Diluc can’t help but cum inside of you. It’s his favorite spot whenever. Feeling your legs pull him in deeper, girthy cock stretching you out and pounding in your deepest spots repeatedly—it’s an addictive feeling.

He wants to continue feeling your walls flutter down on his veiny cock, massaging your walls, tip poking and nudging on your clit. You can hear him grunting, lifting your leg up to try to get even deeper inside of you, curving himself up to hit the most delightful spot in your cunt. 

He couldn’t help lifting your head up, pressing his lips against yours tight as his eyebrows furrow. With his tip pressed against your cervix, he would come absolutely undone—his moans hidden away by his passionate kiss.

You can feel him twitching inside you as he empties out his heavy balls. As he lifts his lips up, moving to finally exit your warm cavern, his ruby eyes can’t help being completely enchanted by the thick river of white that's seeping from you.

Pressing his slightly chapped lips to your thigh, he can feel his cock springing back to life once more. 

Kaeya is an absolute tease. As he’s sliding in and out of you, his finger is tightly pressed against your throbbing clit—rubbing tight circles along it. His lips drag along your neck, nibbling down another spot to hear those precious gasps he adores so much. You can feel him smiling, his fingers pulling at your pebbled nipples with frosty hands.

His breaths are getting hire and hire as he feels his stomach-churning desperate for a release after edging himself for so long. He pulled out hearing you whine out, rubbing the tip and length of his tanned cock along your puffy, dripping folds back and forth.

Hearing you gasp again as he made it cold, tapping part of it roughly against your clit was finally the tipping point. As he loudly croaked your name, a pool of his cum oozed from your folds making it an absolute mess.

As you whine and complain that you didn’t reach your high, Kaeya only laughs, pressing the flat of his tongue along your cum-stained pussy. Don’t worry, you’ll never have to fear about him being a selfish lover. He takes pride in having you tug on his hair, crying out his name for the umpteenth time.

Ayato absolutely loves making your pretty chest dress up in his cum. The absolute smirk on his face as he commands you to play with your pretty pussy, watching your slick drip from your fingers and onto the floor, as he presses the mounds on your chest together along his cock thrusting up towards your chin. 

He couldn’t help biting his lip to prevent the moans wanting to escape seeing your lips tremble, eyes gazing down wondering when he would finally cum. You could feel his balls slapping against your abdomen with every thrust, with his fingers something brushing down to play with your stiff nipples. 

As he finally unravels, laughter mixed with his moans, watching his translucent cum spurt out along your chest, some of it managing to escape all the way up to your neck. He only slapped down on the moans causing you to gasp before lifting your head up with his fingers. 

You truly know how to entertain the head of the clan. Now it was only fair you had some fun too, right?

Albedo's favorite place to cum is actually your thighs. Whenever he managed to turn you to the side, he would somehow slip out of your needy cunt, instead thrusting between your soft and plush thighs. Even as you murmur he wasn’t inside of you anymore, he didn’t respond—wholely caught up in the pleasure. 

You could hear his mumbles, repeating your name softly in your ear with his eyes shut closed. His hand simply snaked around your upper thigh, to press them together even more. You shifted your hips, as another shaky moan comes from him.

You can’t help but gasp, watching as his cum finally shoots out of him, staining your thighs and the sheets with his shame—all he could do was keep thrusting and whining and you felt him get hard once more.

You weren’t expecting the alchemist to flip you over pumping his hardening cock repeatedly before entering your sensitive inside again. His eyes were finally open this time, simply watching his cum slowly drip from your thighs.

Childe is so mean, as his favorite place to cum is on your face. Something is so primal about it, as a dark grin always manages to creep on his freckled face. Hearing you slurp and gag as you pressed your mouth deeper against his cock, bobbing your head up and down was a sight that will be etched in the redhead’s memory.

Even as he lazily plays with your pussy, he can’t help pushing you away, before getting up—the grip on his cock tight as he tugged on it repeatedly. As he jerked himself off, he couldn’t help sometimes slapping the length of it along your cheeks seeing you jolt and close your eyes. He even presses his pretty pink tip and drags it along your soft lips.

And when he finally cums, he will be sure to smear it all across your cheeks and face—muttering just how much prettier you are with his cum seeping from it.

He can’t even help coming in for a kiss, tasting the saltiness from his essence. Don’t worry though, his fingers are already plunging and curling inside of you, a reward for being such a good sport.

Heard in Mondstadt (#40)

Fischl: Thy mother is so obtuse, she postulates that Barbatos is a hilichurl!

Bennett: Joke’s on you, I don’t have a mom!

Fischl: Fine! Thy father is so—

Bennett: Which one??

Fischl: Why art thou immune to all my parental witticisms!?!

if you want thirst I’ll give you thirst 😭 maid!reader walking in on their master jerking off 🫠 can be anyone idc

“You Called, Master?”

part one (cont.) / part two

characters: albedo, ayato, childe, dainsleif, diluc, kaeya

summary: maid!reader walks in on their master getting off.

genre: smut

warnings: afab!reader (no pronouns); pet names (darling, dear, love), unprotected, overstim (dain), master-maid dynamic

note: head in hands,, i didn’t even finish reading this before my brain went DING‼️ DING‼️ DING‼️ like a thirsty mf 🫠 also guys i am on my knees BEGGING for more dain content please i will give you my c6 xingqiu 🙏

you just had to be so good and obedient for him, didn’t you? getting on your knees and smiling sweetly after walking in on him fucking his fist in his office. giving his tip kitten licks and sucking on it, holding his shaft with both your hands and teasing him. it’s only when you lower your head and feel his cock hit the back of your throat that your master lets out a low moan. his gloved hands find purchase in your hair, pushing you down ‘till you’re gagging on his dick. oh, how your lips feel divine wrapped around him.

— diluc is gentle, letting praise fall off his tongue between every labored breath. “so good…” “you’re doing so well…” “just like that, dear…” he pushes your hair to the side and watches you suck him off, groaning when you moan so prettily around his cock. even amidst his pleasure he notices the way you rub your thighs together. “get me off with your mouth, and i’ll fill your pretty little cunt as a reward,” he promises. you swirl your tongue around his length and let him use your throat as he pleases, all with the hope of being stuffed full. and, when diluc does cum on your tongue, he keeps that promise. with your back pressed against the polished wood of his desk, diluc bunches up your frilly uniform at your hips and yanks your panties down your thighs. you let out such a sweet moan when he penetrates you, the leather of his gloves pressing into your hips so tightly to keep you still. the way your slick walls took him in so deep made his head spin. “m’gonna fill you up now, okay? you deserve a reward for being so good for me…”

— ayato is a tease above all, even in a situation like this. with you on your knees in front of him, moaning and drooling while he treats your throat like a toy. he can’t help the amused chuckle that falls from his parted lips when he notices your squirming. “go on, darling… get yourself off.” ayato watches you slip your hand under your skirt, pushing your panties aside just enough to slide two fingers inside your cunt. another sweet moan vibrates against his length, and he almost pulls you off his dick to fuck you himself. almost. “such an obedient little maid, hmm?” he teases you as if he isn’t affected by the situation. “i should have asked you to suck me off a long time ago…” he muses, pulling you by your hair off his length. ayato uses his thumb to keep your lips parted as he cums on your tongue, the possessive spark in his eyes igniting when you cum on your fingers at nearly the same time. “such obedience deserves more ceremony than this, don’t you think? sit on my lap, dear - let me give you a reward worthwhile.”

he didn’t need a maid, you were well aware of that when you took this job. your master kept you around because he enjoyed having something pretty to look at when he came home, and you did a wonderful job keeping the place clean for him. being the only servant in the home meant not needing to worry so much about “professionalism,” and your master took advantage of that on every occasion. still, you never expected to walk in on him getting himself off. just like every other household duty, satisfying your master was left to you.

— kaeya let out a pleased hum as you lowered onto his cock, your fingers pushing your panties aside to make room for him. you pulled your hand away and dug your nails into his shoulders once he was fully sheathed in your cunt, letting out a breathy moan when he rolled his hips into yours. his hands rested against your lower back and under your ass, giving you little time to prepare before he started bouncing you up and down his length. kaeya spoke right next to your ear and teased you incessantly. “you– hah, fuck– you’re really enjoying this, huh? you love serving your master like this?” his teasing words all but disappeared when you circled your hips and started bouncing yourself. instead of playful remarks and comments, kaeya was praising you like no other. “keep going, just like that… you’re so good, love…” he groaned, rutting into you like a man depraved. he pulled out, stroking his shaft a few times and releasing on your clean uniform. he looked at you with amused smirk as you tried to get up. “oh, you thought that we were done? i still need your services, love.”

— childe pressed your face into the cotton pillow, muffling your moans as he sunk into you with a single thrust. “ahh, this is what i’ve been waiting for.” he declared, wrapping his hand around your hair and pressing his palm into your shoulder. “obedience is so wonderful, isn’t it?” you could hardly form a coherent thought with your master setting a brutal pace, the sound of his hips slapping against your ass being the only thing you could focus on. you tried to match his pace, tried to meet his hips with your own, but he leaned over your back and chuckled next to your ear. “no need to think about anything else right now,” his arm wrapped around your body and reached for your clit, rubbing fast circles on the sensitive bud and making you sob into the pillow. “that’s it, just fall apart…” childe cooed in your ear, his sweet voice starkly contrasting the way he fucked your cunt like it was his only chance to do so. “i’ve got a lot of fantasies to live out tonight, so don’t get too lost in the pleasure just yet…”

your master was seldom home - you often wondered why he employed you at all. if you ever questioned his reasons, he would simply brush you off and say that your services were necessary. judging by the collection of antiques, documents, and other items that filled the shelves of his home, you were left to assume that your master employed you to keep those items safe. and, despite seeing little of him, you had developed a number of fantasies about him. somehow, being laid out atop his underused bed with his head between your legs was not one of them.

— albedo claimed it was all for an “experiment,” but his notebook had long been discarded on the floor. he took your clit between his lips and lavished it with his tongue, sliding two fingers inside your slick folds and curling his fingers up. you bit your hand to keep from sobbing his name, whimpering when he pulled away and stared you down. “don’t silence yourself. if you do, then i won’t let you touch me,” you knew that his threat was true - as albedo resumed his ministrations, scissoring his fingers and licking a stripe up to your clit, flicking it with the tip of his tongue, you let out a series of whiny moans. he pulled back just enough to speak, his hot breath fanning over you. “see, was that so difficult?” his skilled fingers were soon joined by a third, making you arch your back as your walls clenched around them. albedo hummed around your clit and pressed his free hand into your stomach to keep you from wiggling too much as you came. “hmm, interesting… but, i think i may need to run this experiment a few more times.”

— dainsleif was the most enigmatic of all - despite rarely saying more than a word to you, he was straightforward when telling you to sit on his face. now, he had your thighs in an iron grip as he licked into your pussy like it was ambrosia. you could do little but grip the headboard and tug at his messy locks, your moans bordering on sobs of your master’s name. he laid his head back against the pillow and huffed, clearly annoyed. “i told you to sit, not hover. listen to me when i give you orders.” dainsleif pulled your hips down and pressed your cunt against his lips, caring not for his own neglected cock or need for air. he let out a low groan and pressed his thumb to your clit, rubbing small circles around it while his tongue dipped into your folds once more. you wriggled your hips and tried to ride his tongue, but to no avail; your master was far stronger than the average man. even when you came on his face, he continued his abuse of your cunt, licking and sucking up everything you had to offer and coating his chin in your slick. only when you whimpered and begged him to stop did he pull away to catch his breath, chuckling softly at your panting and pretty whines. “no need to worry about me… i’m quite alright staying here for the rest of the night.”

a/n: i have never responded to an ask so quickly… what does this say about me and my blog. 🫥

Art from the Genshin Impact x Luo Tianyi Collaboration!

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Hey can I get this (pussy drunk boy request) but with diluc, ayato( and baizhu if you write for him)

HELL YEAH I'LL WRITE FOR BAIZHU

this is kinda different from the original request but I at least kept the "addicted to the reader's pussy" concept lolol. this was so hard to write but I'm content with how it turned out 😭

(warnings are color coded for each character/scenario)

★ warnings: nsfw/smut, Diluc is horny and doesn't know boundaries, ooc/indifferent Ayato (he gets soft later), neglect, slight jealousy, sex pollen, lots of creampie 🤤

[Diluc] ♡

When Diluc first found you, you were a slave, imprisoned by a Fatui Agent.

The sight of you in chains, wearing nothing but a tattered shirt with fear evident in your eyes drove him to a rage and he killed the agent in an instant.

He took you in after that and made you one of his maids.

You were indebted to him and needed to show your gratitude in any way possible. So you'd always ask if there was anything else you could assist with despite finishing all your duties.

Diluc thought it was kinda cute but he couldn't ask for too much from you.

One day however, he arrived back at the mansion late at night. He was exhausted from being out all day so he was looking forward to being in his comfy bed and getting some sleep.

There was barely anyone else awake so when he opened the door to his master bedroom, he was shocked to see you sitting on the edge of his bed while reading a book.

You notice his presence and look up with a happy smile. "Ah, master Diluc you're back. I was starting to get worried..."

Diluc just stands there silently as his eyes roamed your body. What were you doing in here? And your nightdress...it hugged your body and curves in just the right places, and in Diluc's drowsy state, the sight of your soft body was making his head spin.

You smile shyly at his staring before placing the book aside and shuffling your legs together. "U-um...master Diluc, if you'd like, maybe I could service you in a different way tonight..."

Your voice was sweet and Diluc found himself breathing a little heavier than before. He slowly shuts the door before walking over and shrugging his coat off.

You look up excitedly like a puppy whose owner finally just came home before he reaches out to gently grab your chin.

He wipes your bottom lip with his thumb. "Undress."

You were such a good girl, always thinking about him. So tonight he was going to reward you.

When he enters inside you, it feels like your pussy was fucking made for him.

His hips remain close to yours as slowly thrusts and he watches your face while hovering above you. You're softly whimpering and scratching down his back and he wonders where you've been his whole life.

The rest of the night is filled with nothing but slow and soft sex.

After that day, Diluc's libido spiraled out of control.

He was continuously fucking you any chance he could get. even if you were cleaning around the mansion, or cooking in the kitchen, or hanging the laundry outside in broad daylight.

Your body is just so fucking soft compared to his calloused hands and toned muscles that he can't keep his hands off of you. He's always squeezing your flesh and kissing your lips hungrily, wanting to feel your warmth and velvety walls around him once more.

But eventually you got tired of it.

"enough Diluc! Stop it!" You exclaim in annoyance before pushing him away.

He was once again trying to get under your skirt while you were dusting the paintings.

He backs away slightly in shock, his eyes wide open and he looks like a confused and hurt puppy.

"you're always trying to have sex no matter where we are! We almost got caught that one time outside and the other maids are starting to spread rumors about me..." You explain in a sad tone.

Diluc silently listens before his heart drops from your next sentence.

"so no more! Now leave me alone!" You huff before turning to walk away.

Diluc's eyes are wide before he swiftly takes action. Before you could take another step, he grabs your arm and pulls you back, earning a surprised yelp from you.

"w-what are you doing-?! mmph!" Your words are cut off by his lips and soon after, he picks you up and throws you over his shoulder.

Your face flushes red before you panic. "D-Diluc stop! Put me down!"

He doesn't answer you and only makes his way to the bedroom. So you've decided to be disobedient now huh? What happened to that sweet and compliant girl he used to know?

Oh well. Guess he'll just have to teach you how to obey your master again.

[Ayato] ♡

When the idea of an arranged marriage was proposed to Ayato, he didn't really know how to feel about it.

But hey, if it was beneficial to the clan he won't argue about it.

The first time you two met was on the day of the wedding. But after the vows, Ayato quietly slipped away from your side to converse with the guests.

If he was being entirely honest, he wasn't really interested in you. You were just something to help make his image look better.

After the wedding, ayato ignored you often. He would sometimes greet you in the morning before heading out to work for most of the day.

And he would always return at an extremely late hour and you'd either be asleep or he'd be too exhausted for small talk and would head straight to bed.

It made you sad. But you did your best to hopefully get his attention. You tried cooking him his favorite dishes and even woke up early in the morning to help dress him for the day.

But despite your best efforts, he showed no signs of interest.

You grew depressed and spent most of your time sitting outside on the balcony and staring off into the distance. until one day, a voice called out to you.

"hello there."

Looking up in surprise, you recognize the man standing before you. "O-oh, Mr Thoma."

He laughs. "No need to be so formal. You can just call me Thoma."

You smile slightly and nod. "O-okay."

He takes a seat beside you before talking. "I couldn't help but notice your gloomy expression. Is everything okay?"

You fiddle with your hands shyly and look away. "O-oh um..well, I just...miss my husband is all."

Thoma chuckles. "Oh yes, my Lord can be pretty busy sometimes."

Your eyes turn sad until Thoma stands up with a warm smile. "How about I go make us some tea?"

"o-oh, that'd be great, thank you," you quickly reply before he nods and leaves.

You go back to staring into space but what you didn't realize was that Ayato had actually come back home early today. And he just so happened to witness that conversation you had with Thoma.

He stares at where you were sitting at before gripping his coat. Seeing you talk with another man other than him didn't sit right with him. Did you forget who you're married to?

So later that night, he decides to ask you about it.

You're busy laying the plates out for dinner on the table until Ayato's smooth voice startles you.

"so..what did you and Thoma talk about earlier today?"

"h-huh?" You whip your head around in shock.

Ayato meets your eyes briefly while taking his clothes off to change into a kimono.

You quickly look away nervously, a hot blush overtaking your face. He's never been interested in what you've been up to. "U-um, we just..h-he offered to make me tea."

"oh. I see," after changing, ayato makes his way over before leaning over your shoulder, catching you by surprise.

Your body turns stiff as Ayato examines the food. "looks good."

"t-thank you," you mumble quietly before he looks over to inspect your face.

Your eyes widen and you back away subconsciously until he grabs your chin.

Were you always this pretty? Your skin looked so fair and smooth... He reaches out to stroke your cheek with his fingers, causing your eyes to flutter shut.

You meet his eyes meekly before shakily caressing his hand. Ayato's heart pounds from it until his eyes drift down to your body.

That's right. You've been patiently waiting for him every day at home, like a good wife. And you've been serving him without complaint despite his cold demeanor toward you.

His eyes soften and for the first time since your wedding day, he leans forward and kisses you. You're absolutely stunned but soon melt into it.

Now you're naked for his eyes and underneath him on the bed, shyly waiting for his next move. When he finally buries himself inside, a breathy gasp leaves his lips and he has to regain himself before continuing.

Oh, what has he been missing out on?

It felt like he was in heaven. He was in absolute bliss as he focused on your cute and adorable little whimpers and moans.

Such a shy, pretty little wife. Ayato was such a lucky man to be married to you. He just didn't see it before.

And ever since that night, he began worshipping you.

Every morning before he heads out to work, you'll groggily wake up from a tingling sensation in your lower belly and when look down to see what's causing it, you spot your husband's head between your legs.

He glances over with a warm expression, his lips glistening in your juices. "sorry love, did I wake you up?"

He'll urge you back to sleep, saying that all he wanted was to taste you before leaving for work.

But of course he'll always make sure you cum. He loves watching you come undone before you slip back to unconsciousness.

Sometimes he'll bring you to work too just so you can cockwarm him while he does the paperwork at his desk <3

And if someone decides to walk in with news or more documents, if Ayato notices them staring at you a little too much, he'll bounce his knee, earning a stifled moan from you.

It's silent and your face glows red from what just happened before the person quietly leaves. Ayato just chuckles while stroking your hair since you buried your face in his shoulder.

"sorry darling but that reaction really was too cute~"

[Baizhu] ♡

You were hired as Qiqi's babysitter when Baizhu needed to go out and do errands and such.

And Qiqi just adored you! She loved playing with you and would always ask you to come back soon whenever you had to leave.

But one day, you became sick from a mysterious illness.

At first you thought it was a cold but as more time passed, your body began to overheat and the tingle in your belly could only be relieved rubbing your legs together. But only slightly.

When you didn't come to babysit Qiqi, explaining that you were sick, Baizhu rushed over to your place right away.

You tried telling him that it was nothing to worry about and all you needed was some rest, but Baizhu insisted.

"I'm a doctor y/n. You have to trust me. I can help you feel better. And Qiqi was so worried about you, she demanded I come and see you." He chuckles.

So you agreed and let him in before he started his diagnosis.

He asked the usual questions like 'how do you feel', and 'how long has this been going on'.

You answered all his questions but Baizhu noticed there was something you kept doing. You were rubbing your legs together the entire time.

He points it out, catching you by surprise. "Y/n, if you don't mind me asking, why do you keep rubbing your legs together?"

You stammer your reply. "O-oh, it helps."

A mischievous glint appears in his eyes as he smiles. "Is that so?"

Now he knew what the problem was.

He looks back down at his papers before continuing. "Y/n were you ever perhaps exposed to a certain plant outside of the city?"

You give it some thought before nodding shyly. You didn't tell Baizhu about this when it first happened but sometimes Qiqi likes to go out exploring and of course you go with her.

Now you wouldn't consider yourself an adventurer so when Qiqi spotted something up ahead that caught her eye and ran off, you tried following before tripping and rolling down the hill.

You ended up landing in a bunch of peculiar plants that burst out some sort of pollen and coated you in it.

You groan while sitting up before spotting Qiqi at the top with a concerned expression. "Y/n? Are you okay?"

You laughed it off and reassured her you were fine cause at the time, you didn't feel any different but after a few days passed, symptoms started appearing.

Baizhu chuckles at the whole story once you finished and you couldn't help but feel slightly embarassed.

"so that's what happened. Well, now that you've told me everything, I think I know how to cure you," He smirks before approaching you.

"can you take your pants off for me, y/n?"

Your face instantly explodes red. "W-what?!"

"I need to confirm something," He states blankly like this was obvious.

You look away nervously but lean back and agree since you wanted to be cured already. He was a doctor so of course you could trust him...

Baizhu watches intensely as you drag your pants down before smiling when your soaked panties are revealed to his eyes.

"I knew it," he murmurs softly before reaching out to your clit.

You squeak and stammer. "H-hey! A-ah-"

Your words trails off into a shaky mewl when pleasure jolts up your spine and you throw your head back.

Baizhu smiles while watching. "This is the best medicine y/n."

After granting you one orgasm, Baizhu stood up before unbuckling his pants with a smile and sighed. "This is going to take a while..."

Once he slides in, his eyes flutter shut and he lets out a shaky sigh. You felt absolutely heavenly.

But he doesn't get to relish your gummy walls for long since you start whining for him to fuck you already.

The rest of the day is spent with sex since your libido couldn't be quenched.

You just kept begging for more and more and more and who was Baizhu to deny? After all, you are his prized babysitter.

He came inside you loads of time that it began to flood out of you whenever he slipped his cock back inside. Baizhu's going to have to remember to give you the pill later.

The endless rounds were starting to wear him out but you just kept going like you had endless stamina.

He grew addicted to the way your walls milked him. At some point, he just sat on the couch with his head thrown back while you rode him, releasing inside with a low groan each time you came around his cock.

It felt like forever before you finally fell asleep from exhaustion.

The next day you were cured!

And now whenever you come to babysit, Baizhu always keeps a small bottle of that pollen to use whenever he wants to feel you milking his cock again ♡

if you want thirst I’ll give you thirst 😭 maid!reader walking in on their master jerking off 🫠 can be anyone idc

“You Called, Master?”

part one (cont.) / part two

characters: albedo, ayato, childe, dainsleif, diluc, kaeya

summary: maid!reader walks in on their master getting off.

genre: smut

warnings: afab!reader (no pronouns); pet names (darling, dear, love), unprotected, overstim (dain), master-maid dynamic

note: head in hands,, i didn’t even finish reading this before my brain went DING‼️ DING‼️ DING‼️ like a thirsty mf 🫠 also guys i am on my knees BEGGING for more dain content please i will give you my c6 xingqiu 🙏

you just had to be so good and obedient for him, didn’t you? getting on your knees and smiling sweetly after walking in on him fucking his fist in his office. giving his tip kitten licks and sucking on it, holding his shaft with both your hands and teasing him. it’s only when you lower your head and feel his cock hit the back of your throat that your master lets out a low moan. his gloved hands find purchase in your hair, pushing you down ‘till you’re gagging on his dick. oh, how your lips feel divine wrapped around him.

— diluc is gentle, letting praise fall off his tongue between every labored breath. “so good…” “you’re doing so well…” “just like that, dear…” he pushes your hair to the side and watches you suck him off, groaning when you moan so prettily around his cock. even amidst his pleasure he notices the way you rub your thighs together. “get me off with your mouth, and i’ll fill your pretty little cunt as a reward,” he promises. you swirl your tongue around his length and let him use your throat as he pleases, all with the hope of being stuffed full. and, when diluc does cum on your tongue, he keeps that promise. with your back pressed against the polished wood of his desk, diluc bunches up your frilly uniform at your hips and yanks your panties down your thighs. you let out such a sweet moan when he penetrates you, the leather of his gloves pressing into your hips so tightly to keep you still. the way your slick walls took him in so deep made his head spin. “m’gonna fill you up now, okay? you deserve a reward for being so good for me…”

— ayato is a tease above all, even in a situation like this. with you on your knees in front of him, moaning and drooling while he treats your throat like a toy. he can’t help the amused chuckle that falls from his parted lips when he notices your squirming. “go on, darling… get yourself off.” ayato watches you slip your hand under your skirt, pushing your panties aside just enough to slide two fingers inside your cunt. another sweet moan vibrates against his length, and he almost pulls you off his dick to fuck you himself. almost. “such an obedient little maid, hmm?” he teases you as if he isn’t affected by the situation. “i should have asked you to suck me off a long time ago…” he muses, pulling you by your hair off his length. ayato uses his thumb to keep your lips parted as he cums on your tongue, the possessive spark in his eyes igniting when you cum on your fingers at nearly the same time. “such obedience deserves more ceremony than this, don’t you think? sit on my lap, dear - let me give you a reward worthwhile.”

he didn’t need a maid, you were well aware of that when you took this job. your master kept you around because he enjoyed having something pretty to look at when he came home, and you did a wonderful job keeping the place clean for him. being the only servant in the home meant not needing to worry so much about “professionalism,” and your master took advantage of that on every occasion. still, you never expected to walk in on him getting himself off. just like every other household duty, satisfying your master was left to you.

— kaeya let out a pleased hum as you lowered onto his cock, your fingers pushing your panties aside to make room for him. you pulled your hand away and dug your nails into his shoulders once he was fully sheathed in your cunt, letting out a breathy moan when he rolled his hips into yours. his hands rested against your lower back and under your ass, giving you little time to prepare before he started bouncing you up and down his length. kaeya spoke right next to your ear and teased you incessantly. “you– hah, fuck– you’re really enjoying this, huh? you love serving your master like this?” his teasing words all but disappeared when you circled your hips and started bouncing yourself. instead of playful remarks and comments, kaeya was praising you like no other. “keep going, just like that… you’re so good, love…” he groaned, rutting into you like a man depraved. he pulled out, stroking his shaft a few times and releasing on your clean uniform. he looked at you with amused smirk as you tried to get up. “oh, you thought that we were done? i still need your services, love.”

— childe pressed your face into the cotton pillow, muffling your moans as he sunk into you with a single thrust. “ahh, this is what i’ve been waiting for.” he declared, wrapping his hand around your hair and pressing his palm into your shoulder. “obedience is so wonderful, isn’t it?” you could hardly form a coherent thought with your master setting a brutal pace, the sound of his hips slapping against your ass being the only thing you could focus on. you tried to match his pace, tried to meet his hips with your own, but he leaned over your back and chuckled next to your ear. “no need to think about anything else right now,” his arm wrapped around your body and reached for your clit, rubbing fast circles on the sensitive bud and making you sob into the pillow. “that’s it, just fall apart…” childe cooed in your ear, his sweet voice starkly contrasting the way he fucked your cunt like it was his only chance to do so. “i’ve got a lot of fantasies to live out tonight, so don’t get too lost in the pleasure just yet…”

your master was seldom home - you often wondered why he employed you at all. if you ever questioned his reasons, he would simply brush you off and say that your services were necessary. judging by the collection of antiques, documents, and other items that filled the shelves of his home, you were left to assume that your master employed you to keep those items safe. and, despite seeing little of him, you had developed a number of fantasies about him. somehow, being laid out atop his underused bed with his head between your legs was not one of them.

— albedo claimed it was all for an “experiment,” but his notebook had long been discarded on the floor. he took your clit between his lips and lavished it with his tongue, sliding two fingers inside your slick folds and curling his fingers up. you bit your hand to keep from sobbing his name, whimpering when he pulled away and stared you down. “don’t silence yourself. if you do, then i won’t let you touch me,” you knew that his threat was true - as albedo resumed his ministrations, scissoring his fingers and licking a stripe up to your clit, flicking it with the tip of his tongue, you let out a series of whiny moans. he pulled back just enough to speak, his hot breath fanning over you. “see, was that so difficult?” his skilled fingers were soon joined by a third, making you arch your back as your walls clenched around them. albedo hummed around your clit and pressed his free hand into your stomach to keep you from wiggling too much as you came. “hmm, interesting… but, i think i may need to run this experiment a few more times.”

— dainsleif was the most enigmatic of all - despite rarely saying more than a word to you, he was straightforward when telling you to sit on his face. now, he had your thighs in an iron grip as he licked into your pussy like it was ambrosia. you could do little but grip the headboard and tug at his messy locks, your moans bordering on sobs of your master’s name. he laid his head back against the pillow and huffed, clearly annoyed. “i told you to sit, not hover. listen to me when i give you orders.” dainsleif pulled your hips down and pressed your cunt against his lips, caring not for his own neglected cock or need for air. he let out a low groan and pressed his thumb to your clit, rubbing small circles around it while his tongue dipped into your folds once more. you wriggled your hips and tried to ride his tongue, but to no avail; your master was far stronger than the average man. even when you came on his face, he continued his abuse of your cunt, licking and sucking up everything you had to offer and coating his chin in your slick. only when you whimpered and begged him to stop did he pull away to catch his breath, chuckling softly at your panting and pretty whines. “no need to worry about me… i’m quite alright staying here for the rest of the night.”

a/n: i have never responded to an ask so quickly… what does this say about me and my blog. 🫥

𝐇𝐚𝐫𝐛𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐞𝐫 𝐅𝐨𝐮𝐫𝐬𝐨𝐦𝐞 𓆩♡𓆪

➸ 𝐒𝐮𝐦𝐦𝐚𝐫𝐲: Fucking the harbingers except you’re blindfolded and tied up

➸ 𝐂𝐡𝐚𝐫𝐚𝐜𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐬: Dottore, Pantalone, Tartaglia/Childe

➸ 𝐖𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬: Foursome, Exhibition, excessive mentions of cum, reader is blindfolded and tied up, slight slight degradation, thigh fucking, not proofread :>

➸ 𝐏𝐫𝐨𝐧𝐨𝐮𝐧𝐬: Afab reader

➸ 𝐀𝐮𝐭𝐡𝐨𝐫 𝐍𝐨𝐭𝐞: The harbingers have me in the BIGGEST chokehold ever rn. They better be playable plz but for now I wrote this to cope with how fine they all look. Also new diluc skin makes me wanna write a smut on him :>

You didn’t know how you ended up here. Maybe it’s because the alcohol you drank is finally taking a toll on your present state of mind. Maybe it was the alcohol that had you agreeing to this. How did an innocent party turn into this seemed like a question you would have to answer in the morning. However, you couldn’t help but shift your hips with excitement as you hear the shuffling of clothes around you. Hands cuffed above your head, eyes blindfolded and completely naked as greedy hands explored your body. You were completely exposed and helpless to the three harbingers. Body exposed for everyone to play with, to fuck and fill you up so nicely. Unknown hands played with your clit, fingering you, playing with your tits. You didn’t know who was doing what. Who was fingering you so well, hitting your g-spot every time. Who held your legs apart, making sure that your body was left exposed for them to use and who shoved his cock between your lips.

Your body was so sensitive to their touches, shifting and leaning into the slightest of touches. Their fingers quickly bringing you to your orgasm, legs quivering as you moan around the cock in your mouth. You were already so dizzy from your orgasm but you barely even had time to catch your breath. Hands found their way into your hair, pushing you further down their cock before spilling their seed down your throat. They pulled out, leaving your mouth a leaking mess. Slender fingers pushed the cum back in your mouth, your tongue eagerly licking up the unknown person’s cum. “Such a pretty little thing, so eager to be fucked by all of us hm?” Dottore hums you praises as he pushes his cock inside you- or at least what you think is his cock. Your mouth being filled with another’s cock as the last found entertainment with the rest of your body.

You knew exactly who was fucking you but you didn’t know who’s cock you were sucking, who’s cum you were swallowing. Who was stretching you apart, who was filling you up with his seed and who was leaving hickeys all over your body. Assuming it’s Childe inside you when he moans your name so sweetly or it’s Pantalone’s cock inside your mouth as he calls you a slut. You were helpless as they used your holes over and over. Filling you up with cum so much that it’s leaking out. Staining your pretty lips with their seed. Pulling out of you only to leave your messy body on display before fucking back into you. Filling every hole with their cock as you swallow load after load and having your cunt used over and over for their pleasure. Strong hands, slender hands, calloused hands, all over your body at the same time, touching you everywhere, spreading their cum all over your body. Thighs being fucked as someone slips underneath you to fuck into your hole.

They’re using you over and over and you all love it. The way you spread your legs so eagerly for any of them, not knowing who it is. The way you cum over and over for them, the way your body reacts at every slight touch. They’re drunk on your body. They’re drunk on you. And you, you’re so eager to just be stuffed with cock that every time one pulls away you can’t help but whine at the loss. You’re so eager to be filled of cum that you’ll be licking up any drop no matter who’s own. They’re all singing you praises, kissing you, enjoying you and with each time they enter you again, it’s more apparent that you guys won’t be finished anytime soon.

Hot Dilf looking for babysitter

Pairing: Dilf!Sukuna x babysitter!Reader (female) Genre: smut, modern AU Word Count: 3.5k Warnings: 18+, smut, age gap (Reader is 21 and Sukuna is 40), oral, cum eating, vaginal penetration, hair pulling, dirty talk, praise, use of the name Daddy, reader gets a bit of baby fever when she sees Dilf Sukuna :), mentions of breeding and potential future pregnancy. All characters are of age. This story is 18+. Minors don't interact.

This is my first contribution to my sweet friend @scandescent 's Dirty Money Collab. I chose Dilf!Sukuna and Babysitter!Reader :) Thank you so much for organizing this amazing collab, Abby! And also, Happy Birthday to you! 💗

You like your job as a babysitter. It's the perfect way to earn money since you started college. So far, the kids are cute, the parents are nice, and the money is good. The only thing that bugs you sometimes is your friend's teasing comments about Dilfs and Milfs.

"Please, have you seen the people I babysit for? There is no one I would want to get dirty with. They are old."

"Old doesn't mean they aren't hot, though!"

You always roll your eyes and brush it off. Stupid. As if you would let a 40-something dad hit it.

Now you gained a new potential customer, and the teasing gets out of control.

Itadori Sukuna, 40, rich businessman, divorced with one child. His apartment is in one of the city's wealthiest neighborhoods, and his company is well-known. His little son is in daycare, but Mr. Itadori needs someone to look after him when he's working in the evenings.

You made the mistake of telling your friends about him, and now they have the time of their lives coming up with dirty scenarios while drinking coffee before your first meeting with Mr. Itadori.

"Ooooh, rich Dilf looking for little pet to spoil! You should try to become his sugar baby! I bet he's lonely after the divorce."

"His name sounds sexy! And businessman? Maybe he will bend you over a desk and..."

"Stop it!"

"Why, (y/n)? Come on, don't be so boring!"

"We don't even know what he looks like. He's probably ugly."

He isn't.

In fact, the man who introduces himself as "Itadori Sukuna, but please call me Sukuna, since you will be looking after my most precious possession." is gorgeous as hell.

He is tall and muscular, looking sexy in his tailored black suit with a red dress shirt and black tie. He looks his age but in an attractive way. It finally makes you understand why someone might get the urge to call someone Daddy during sex.

Mature and confident. Sukuna is hot. His smirk is arrogant but that makes it even sexier. His pretty maroon eyes look at you with an intensity that leaves you breathless.

He has pink hair. Something he did because his little son wanted Daddy to dye his hair in a pretty color, apparently. Fuck... you feel your knees get weak when he laughs softly, a low sexy rumble, and his eyes sparkle at you.

"I need someone for the late afternoons and evenings mostly since I have a lot of business dinners. And sometimes I have to leave town for a day or two. My ex-wife is working in Shanghai for the next half year, so it's a bit hard to look after my little prince all on my own."

You get the job, and a few days later, you find yourself staring open-mouthed at the beautiful apartment complex Sukuna lives in. The interior of his penthouse is just as impressive. All in black and white, with modern shiny surfaces and expensive furniture. Classy. Just like Sukuna himself.

His maroon gaze watches you intently in a way that makes your pulse quicken. His typical smug smirk shouldn't be so sexy, but you can't help it. There's something about the way he carries himself that makes you nervous. It's seductive somehow.

He's dressed for work in a Tom Ford suit with a white shirt and black tie, golden cuff links sparkling in the sunlight streaming in through the floor-to-ceiling windows. His pink hair is styled perfectly, making your hands twitch with the urge to run your fingers through it.

He's carrying his son Yuuji on his left hip, one muscular arm wrapped around him, cooing at him and ruffling his hair, and somehow it is the most attractive thing you ever saw a man do.

His son is a sweetheart. Pretty like his father and definitely a spoiled little prince but also really cute. The way Sukuna is holding him and talking to him makes both your heart and your pussy throb. Why is it so attractive to see this powerful, dominant man all soft and sweet for a three-year-old?

Maybe it's your hormones. Maybe you are ovulating. Maybe it's your body going into baby fever. Or maybe this man in front of you is just the sexiest guy you ever saw. Maybe you finally understand what a Dilf is.

"I will leave Yuuji in your care now. Call me if anything happens or if you need anything. I left money on the kitchen counter if you want to go get ice cream or something. Keep the rest and buy something nice for yourself. See it as a small welcome present."

He smiles at his son, a genuine dazzling smile that makes his handsome face look so pretty that you fear you will drool all over yourself if you keep looking.

"Ok Yuu, Daddy's going to work now. Have fun, sweetie, ok? (Y/n) will take good care of you. She's really nice. Why don't you show her your favorite toys?"

The first day with little Yuuji is perfect. He is a sweet child, a bit cheeky at times but cute. You take him to the ice cream parlor and a playground, and seeing him laugh and play is tugging at your heart because it's so adorable.

Later on, you get him ready for bed, chuckling when Yuuji looks at you with big honey-colored eyes and asks in that typical innocent way children have:

"Today was fun! Will you go to the playground with me more often now? Please say yes! Daddy has been lonely since mommy moved out! He will be happy if you stay here!"

You feel guilty because your mind provides you with an image of your naked body entwined with Sukuna, helping him chase away his loneliness. No! You have to stop! He is your boss! It's unprofessional and stupid to even imagine something like that!

And yet... he is hot! And he left 80.000 yen on the kitchen counter for ice cream and the welcome gift for you. This means you can buy that new jacket you want and don't have to worry about groceries for several weeks.

Sexy and generous. It's a dangerous combination. One that makes your whole body brim with excitement.

It's getting late, and you help Yuuji into his pj's and brush his teeth thinking once again that he's really an adorable child and that he looks so much like his dad.

And then there it is. The most traitorous thought:

I wonder how Sukuna's and my kid would look like?

No, no, no, no!! This is so wrong! You are 21. You don't want to be a mom! What has gotten into you?

Little Yuuji doesn't know about your inner struggle. He smiles his sunshine smile at you and takes your hand, tugging you back into his room, where he shoves a book into your arms and plops down on his bed with a happy laugh.

You're in the middle of reading his bedtime story to him when the door opens. Pink hair and pretty maroon eyes greet you from where Sukuna peeks inside the room curiously.

His handsome face lights up when he sees Yuuji snuggled into your arms, listening intently to the bedtime story you are reading to him. And you are flooded by warmth, knowing that you made him happy by taking good care of his precious prince.

Sukuna comes inside, making your heart jump to your throat when you see that he has taken off his suit jacket. The white dress shirt is tantalizingly snug on his buff figure, showing you the outline of all the toned muscles that wait beneath it. Several buttons are undone, exposing smooth tan skin and the swell of defined pecs.

Your face feels too hot, and you avert your gaze, utterly flustered. Why does this man have such an effect on you?

"Did everything go well? Did you have fun, sweetie?"

"Yesss, daddy!! (Y/n) took me to the playground, and we had strawberry and chocolate ice cream, and I saw a ladybug, and I built a sandcastle!"

"That sounds like a fantastic day. Now scoot over a bit, so Daddy can read the rest of the story to you, ok?"

You hate yourself for the way your pussy throbs when you hear him refer to himself as Daddy. Oh god, please, no! You have to get out of here! You have to stop thinking dirty thoughts about this man! And if your friends ever find out about this, the teasing will never stop!

But of course, you come back again when Sukuna calls you three days later, asking if you have time Friday evening. He has to meet a CEO from another company.

You take Yuuji to the playground again, and later on, make popcorn and watch a Disney movie with him and then bring him to bed, waiting in the living room afterwards, watching tv until Sukuna comes home.

You aren't prepared to see him in light grey sweatpants and a tight white shirt, gym bag slung over his broad shoulders. His biceps flex enticingly when he puts the bag down and when you try to look away, your gaze lands on the bulge in his pants where his obviously big dick is temptingly outlined by the grey sweats.

Your eyes widen, and your thighs press together.

Sukuna looks at you with that sexy smirk, while running a large hand through his slightly damp pink hair.

"How was it?"

You try to appear unbothered, breathing slowly and smiling brightly at him.

"Great! Yuuji is a sweet child. I got him to sleep at 8:00."

"Ah, that's perfect! You're really good at this, thank you. I'm so lucky to have you."

To your utter horror, the praise coming from his lips makes you wet. You can feel it down there in your panties. Cream coating your pussy lips, clit throbbing excitedly.

And Sukuna walks over to you, so tall and big, towering over you with that confident smirk on his handsome face. He offers a strong hand to you, which you take, so he can pull you up from the leather couch. But his hand stays wrapped around yours for a few seconds too long, warm and strong, and he is standing far too close when his low sexy voice practically purrs:

"I don't know what I would do without you. All the other babysitters were horrible. But you are so good. Can I invite you to a drink after all the hard work?"

You can smell his shower gel lingering on his skin and the shampoo, sexy and expensive. He is so close that you feel the heat of his muscular body emanating from him. You could so easily reach out and put a hand on those buff pecs, grab them, squeeze them, press your whole body against him, feel his muscles against you, feel that big cock.

You make an embarrassing noise, a tiny squeak, and take a step back, making Sukuna laugh softly and look at you with a knowing grin.

Fuck.

He knows.

He is fully aware of the effect he has on you. Smirking at you like a big cat, a tiger, seeing his prey and circling it slowly, knowing that it can't escape. You don't even want to escape. That's the biggest problem here.

He doesn't bend you over a desk as your friends predicted playfully.

It's the kitchen counter.

Your skirt is lifted up, your panties abandoned somewhere on the fine marble floor after Sukuna yanked them off.

And Sukuna is behind you, his sweatpants and boxer briefs hastily pulled down by your hungry hands, just enough to free his thick cock and heavy balls.

One of his large hands is on your hip, the other is pressed firmly onto your mouth to keep you silent so as not to wake his son.

His fat cock drills into you unrelentingly, hitting your g-spot over and over again, making tears of bliss run down your face and your body tremble with sobs, muffled by his large hand.

He pounds you so good, making your legs shake while your body is slumped bonelessly over the kitchen counter, ass sluttily in the air, silently begging for more. 

Sukuna's muscular body is caging you under him, driving you crazy with need, so completely at this strong man's mercy. And his voice is in your ear, low and sexy and far too smug:

"Easy, princess. Take your time. We gotta slow down a bit, hm?"

You sob into his hand when he pulls out almost entirely until it's just his thick cockhead stretching open your pussy lips. He's fucking you with mean teasing thrusts, just rolling his hips excruciatingly slow, making you jerk and cry and moan helplessly into his hand as you try to beg for more.

Your body shows him clearly how horny you are, hips jerking needily, pussy twitching around his swollen mushroom head as you are trying to push back against him, trying desperately to get more of his wonderful cock inside you again. You have never been so horny for a dick in your whole life.

"So needy, hm? That's so cute. Don't worry, sweetheart, Daddy will take good care of your cute little pussy."

You see stars when he rams his fat girth back into you, snapping his hips to fuck you deep and hard, making you fall apart on his gorgeous cock like no one did before. They were all just boys up until now, but Sukuna is a real man. Experienced and confident with many years of practice and a cute little son to prove it. He knows how to fuck you the right way. He knows how to fuck you dumb.

And you are dumb right now. A horny stupid mess for this sexy Dilf. The only thing your brain is able to do right now is scream at you that you want him to cum inside you, fuck you full of his cum. Fuck a sweet baby into you.

After all, he is really good at that, right? He can make really cute babies! Oh god, you want him to fill your pussy with his warm, fertile seed and give you your own little Sukuna!

That's the thought that makes you cum. You cry out into Sukuna's hand, pussy clamping down on his thick cock, jerking with the powerful waves of orgasm he fucks out of you, pussy so eager to milk all his seed out of his gorgeous cock.

But he doesn't let you have that. Instead, he pulls out with a soft low groan.

"Come here, darling. On your knees for Daddy."

His strong hand twists in your hair and tugs on it, pulling you up from the kitchen counter and towards him. He presses you gently but firmly onto your knees. And you look up at him with big eyes, pupils blown wide from bliss and a fucked-out expression on your face.

Sukuna moans softly, unable to control himself, apparently. It makes your pussy throb, arousal already rushing through you again.

"Open your mouth, pretty girl."

His maroon eyes are almost black with desire, burning into yours. You obey him eagerly, opening your mouth wide, sticking your tongue out for Daddy, as you look up at him through tear-stained lashes.

He takes his gorgeous cock into his hand. He is so big and pretty, glistening wetly from your cream that gushed onto him, combined with thick drops of pre-cum slowly running down his veiny length.

"D...Daddy...please....let me... oh please..."

He smirks and moans at the same time, and then his hand in your hair tightens again, pulling your face closer to that wonderful cock. Your tongue darts out needily, and you press it flat against his thick base, never averting your gaze from him as you slowly lick up all the way to his swollen pink tip, following the fat vein on the underside of his hard length, tasting yourself on him.

His long lashes flutter, and a guttural groan escapes his parted lips, low and soft, always so careful to keep the noise down. Such a good Daddy. Always so worried about his little son.

You whimper needily at the thought, lips brushing over his wet cockhead. And Sukuna's sure hands are there, one in your hair holding you firmly in place, the other wrapped around his cock, guiding his swollen pink tip to your mouth, rubbing it over your lips, circling them slowly, coating them with his pre and your cream. 

You pepper tender wet kisses onto his mushroom head, tongue darting out to flick soft kitten licks over it.

And Sukuna growls. It's such a needy and feral sound that it makes you moan, and your whole body jerks as horniness pools in your gut and pulses hotly through your clit.

"Such a cute little kitten, hm? Now be good to Daddy, will you? Make Daddy cum."

And you are. You are so good to Daddy. It's all you want at this moment. To please this sexy strong man in front of you. To suck and kiss his cock until he shoots his sweet hot cum into your mouth and down your hungry throat.

It takes only a few minutes until he does just that, muscular thighs flexing under your hands, thick cock twitching in your mouth as a soft low groan escapes Sukuna's mouth and his fingers twist almost painfully in your hair.

He cums a lot, hot milky cum spurting into your hungry mouth, flooding it in several strong waves. You drink it up obediently, moaning happily around his fat cock, hoping you are pleasing Daddy.

He pets your hair and smiles down at you before pulling his spent cock out of your mouth and holding it in front of your face.

"Be a sweetheart and clean me up really nice. Make sure you got every drop. Don't waste it, baby girl."

You are moaning while you lick him clean, pussy twitching with need, your juices coating your inner thighs, so horny again that you think you will lose your mind.

And Sukuna pulls you to your feet and kisses you for the first time. Like you finally earned the privilege of getting kissed by him, now that your mouth is christened with his cum.

You press your body needily against his tall, muscular frame, whimpering when you feel his strong arms wrap around you. His kiss is demanding, sexy and deep, tongue moving against yours in a sensual caress, fucking your mouth, making you even wetter.

A moment later, you find yourself sitting on the kitchen counter, manhandled by the strong Dilf in front of you. The sexy man who gets on his knees for you now, eyes dark with desire but a smug smirk on his handsome face, showing you that he is in control, always him.

Strong hands push your thighs apart, exposing your arousal to his hungry eyes, pussy wet with slick, inner thighs shining with it. And you can't even feel embarrassed about it. Instead, your hands tangle in his pretty pink hair, finally feeling how soft it is, and a broken moan falls from your lips when his hot tongue licks over your needy wet clit.

He chuckles softly against your wet folds making your body jerk wildly, and then he turns his face into your thigh, teeth mouthing your flesh lightly.

"Tsk tsk tsk, you have to keep quiet, darling. My son is sleeping next door. Can you do that for me? Can you be a good girl and stay quiet?"

You nod eagerly, looking at him with wide feverish eyes. Yes, yes, you will do anything this sexy man asks of you!

And he blesses you with a real smile before his lips are back on your throbbing heat. They close tenderly around your puffy clit, and your hips buck uncontrollably. But strong hands hold you down as Sukuna eats you out on his luxurious kitchen counter, right where he left those 80.000 yen the first day you started working for him. Almost as if the money had been an investment that would lead up to this moment...

But your mind is too foggy, too dazed with pleasure to form coherent thoughts as Sukuna's tongue flicks expertly against you with gentle but firm licks that make your clit stiffen and your mouth fall open in a silent scream.

You cum all over that handsome face, tugging desperately on soft pink hair as your sexy Dilf-boss licks an orgasm out of you that makes your cream gush messily onto his tongue. Your whole body trembles violently, as wave after wave of bliss is licked out of you.

Sukuna presses one last kiss to your overstimulated clit before smirking up at you, lips wet from your cream. His large hands are massaging your thighs firmly.

"Such a pretty pussy and such a pretty girl. You were so good tonight. Daddy is proud of you. You're good at pleasing Daddy and also good with kids. If you keep being such a good girl, I might even fuck my cum into your cute pussy someday. Would my pretty princess like that? Do you want one of my pretty babies? Yuuji would love to have a little brother or sister. I just need to find the right mommy for them."

The way your pussy twitches needily at his words is all the answer he needs, and you see his smug smirk growing even bigger.

Yes, this Daddy knows exactly what he's doing.

Thank you so much for reading! How do you like Dilf!Sukuna? Would you like to work for him too? I would! Thank you again to Abby for this fun collab! I had so much fun writing sexy Daddy Sukuna, and honestly, the scenes where he is with little Yuuji made me go "awwwww." I guess I am a very willing victim for this hot Dilf lmaooo. Please let me know what you think! Comments and reblogs make me happy.

10:00 PM

You had agreed to meet him in your dorm room at 10 p.m.

It's half-past eight, and you've been alone with your thoughts for far too long. There were no messages, not even from your friends. Of course, it's not because they dislike you. Everyone is just too preoccupied with final exams right now. You should probably study for yours, but you believe the three days you've spent cooped up in your room have prepared you enough, if not too much.

The internet connection in the dorm building is agonizingly slow, allowing your show to run at 480 frames per second.

I can’t even finish this god damned episode.

You made the decision to leave your room before going insane. There’s a lounge on the second floor of your building, so you decided to head there.

The room has bean bags, couches, a table, some seats, a vending machine, and a TV. It's nine in the evening, you've had your dinner, so you've settled on some chips. You chose to sit on the brown leather couch in front of the TV, your legs resting on the sofa's arms. Because students aren't allowed to change the channel, you're stuck watching the news.

Well, it’s not like I have anything better to do.

A couple of minutes later, two students enter the room. They're giggling all the way to the table, their arms locked. You give them a quick glance before averting your gaze to avoid drawing unwanted attention to yourself. You return your gaze to the television and see a man being arrested for drug use in a bar's staff room.

Soon enough, the giggles become too loud, interfering with your ability to watch in peace.

Can’t they fucking do this someplace else?

You glance at the couple and see them eating each other’s faces out. But instead of being more frustrated, your mind wanders over a certain boy.

The two of you had no label for whatever you two had. Just people who are more than friends but less than lovers. It's not like you were keeping it from everyone or your friends. You had just agreed to keep it that way. The reason for so, though, was uncertain. Perhaps out of fear? Fear of what others would say, or fear that if you made it known to everyone and things went bad, it would be absolutely embarrassing. But maybe you both just wanted each other for yourself. Who knows.

He isn't unpopular. Girls are definitely lining up for him. When he gets tired of you, it won't be long before there's a replacement for you right by his side. The most daunting aspect of it all is that you already have a female candidate in mind for the position. She's been suspicious of you both ever since she saw you holding hands in a café. She's also very attractive. And smart. And incredibly fucking kind. That is the most upsetting aspect of it all. She’s a sweet girl. She’s known him since freshman year and developed a much-too-obvious crush on him.

You admit that in some aspects, she’s definitely better than you.

Hell, if I were him, I’d choose her.

So tonight, you think. Think of where he is. Is she there by his side, as she should be? Is he entertaining her? Is she making him happy? These awful thoughts linger in your mind for the remainder of your stay in the dorm lounge, with the TV playing in the background and the giggles of that damned couple who prompted this dilemma.

Fuck, it’s quarter to ten. I’m gonna be late.

And so he runs.

He’s been at the bar since 5. As a reward for finishing the exam, a group of his classmates invited everyone out for a drink. Mr. Congeniality that he is, he gladly joins in. The girl he’s known since freshman year sticks by his side. She’s nice, he thinks. However, a distinct image of someone comes to mind. He glances at his watch, which reads 8:30 p.m.

To be honest, he's tired of it. The party, the people, and the beverages. All he can think about right now is leaving this bar and going back to their dorm. Eating take-out together, watching random Youtube videos on their bed, and keeping them close enough to smell that fresh coconut shampoo they use that he loves so much. But it would be too weird.

Because they aren't his significant other, arriving early would be too obvious. He clearly likes them more than he's letting on. But he's not sure how much longer he can go on like this. Clandestine meetings and longing gazes. He wants to walk around campus with them, post pictures of their dates, and let everyone know that he already belongs to someone else.

The bartender's yell snaps him out of his trance. He tries to approach the commotion to find out what's going on, leaving his spot and the girl behind. He stands on his toes as he sees one of his classmates being dragged out by the bouncers. Soon after, sirens and the all-too-familiar red and blue lights appear. He learns from others that the man who was just dragged out and is now being arrested was doing drugs in the staff room. Fucking moron. Now he really wants to go.

He goes outside to wait for a cab. But so is everyone else. And, being the gentleman that he is, he allows everyone to hail a cab first. Moments later, the girl who had been by his side earlier approaches him and asks if he wants to share a cab with her because they live close together. He refuses, claiming that he has someone waiting for him. Which is a lie, and in retrospect, a better option than where he is now.

Running.

Waiting for a cab made the time fly quickly, and now he was running late. He really doesn't want to let them down and make them feel unimportant. They were so far away from it. If they had texted him and he was on the other side of the world, he would immediately book a flight to meet them.

He calls them, hoping they'll understand that he'll be late. Unfortunately, he only gets a dial tone. He tries again and comes up short. He considers calling them again, but this may be too clingy of him.

So he keeps running until he sees that familiar building, which strangely makes him smile. In his mind, he laughs at how mundane things have become extraordinary simply because of them.

You are startled awake. Shit, I fell asleep. When you look at the time, it's five to ten. You make your way quickly out of the lounge, shaking your head as you pass the couple passed out by the bean bags. And, to make matters worse, the elevator is being repaired. As a result, you begin your journey by ascending several flights of stairs.

By the time you make it to your floor, you’re completely out of breath.

I probably look fucking insane right now.

You make your way to your room to prepare for a bit before he comes. However, the universe had other plans for you.

Just when you turned towards the hallway where your dorm is, he stood there, almost mirroring your condition. He's heaving, his hair is stuck to his brow, and his hands are on his knees.

You take a few tentative steps forward. He looks up, sees you, and smiles. You do the same and ask as to why he looks tired.

"I- uh, used the stairs because your elevator wasn't working," he says, not making eye contact with you, which usually means he's lying. But you remain silent and hum in agreement.

You nod towards your door, inviting him to enter and follow you.

If I told them I ran from the bar, I’m actually fucked. Whipped son of a bitch.

He follows them in and heads straight for their bed. He believes that this bed is softer than the expensive one he has at home and that it must feel like a cloud.

Like routine, they head to the bathroom to freshen up, and he looks for a shirt of his in their drawer. While waiting, he sets up the movie and orders some food.

They emerge from the bathroom, and he believes it would be fine if he died right now. He doesn't mind if he ends up in hell because he's already seen an angel.

They settle in the bed, with him enclosing them in their arms.

“How was your day?” He asks, trying to beat the awkward silence.

“It was alright. I was busy all night studying.”

“Well, if you don’t mind me asking.. Uh, where did you come from when I saw you in the hallway?”

Their eyes seem to widen a bit as if caught in the act. “Oh, I just gave my friend my notes at the lobby.”

With no energy to pry further, he nods and moves to turn the movie volume up.

As the credits roll, you turn your head to face the body that is enclosing yours. He's fast asleep with his arm around your waist.

You admire him in this way, but you think it's too domestic. But you'd give anything to sleep every night and wake up to this every morning. But you know all too well that by the time the sun rises, like clockwork, he will rise and move so as not to wake you, but you always are.

With eyes closed, you silently beg for him not to go, and just this once, to stay. To hear him say he feels the same way you do and that all your doubts were just you rationalizing.

He is jolted awake by that familiar alarm. He carefully gets out of bed and never forgets the part of his routine of looking at you asleep, a picture that will stay with him all day. He notices the polaroid picture of you two on the night you met as he grabs his shirt from the top of your drawer. As he gazes out the window, he decides to be brave and make an exception today.

He returns beside you, enveloping you in his arms and burying his head in your neck. And, ever so gently, he says,

“Just tell me you love me already. Please, please, please."

I’m the anon who sent u those filthy nanami prompts. I have one for geto: youre one of his devoted followers in his little fake “cult”, and you’ve all made a happy little family from the shambles of pain, you and his two little girls (nanako and mimiko!) and Miguel and Laurue and Manami and whoever else I’m forgetting.

But most of the time, it’s just you and his two girls. And he sees the way you treat them as if they’re your own blood, and the righteous side of him feels guilty for seeing you in any manner that isn’t platonic, but there’s that part of him that goes wild at the thought of corrupting you, his devoted follower, who would not question anything he’d do to you, no matter how depraved it was.

And so every night he visits you and as he ruts against you and empties himself inside you, he imagines a little baby, one with both of your cursed energies, with his technique and your delicate features. He’d teach the child carefully, make sure they didn’t suffer the way he did to learn their cursed technique. Nanako and Mimiko would like having a new playmate around the house, and he can already imagine your expanded family. The desire inside him to build a new world for all of you burns brighter.

AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA

how did you know i literally had this fantasy of geto in mind after reading vol 0 for the first time like...this feels like its been ripped from my brain.

geto has never seen you in that light until the moment he's walking along an orchard, wind rustling and peaches in full bloom. the air is filled with the sounds of laughter, melodic and full of joy. that is when he catches sight of you and his twins lying under a tree. you tell them stories of a princess who is rescued by a prince, she's in a castle living happily ever after with the one she loves and he thinks how naive of you to believe that such stories exist; that there were 'princes' who stroll in on white horses, doing good deeds and saving the world, when in reality, humanity is so flawed and every non-curse user is an example of that. but the more he lingers on it, the more he wants to tear those walls down, show you what true love really feels like,—an all-consuming hunger, breathing you in and feasting on your soul whole—and fill your mind with ideas of a world he's building, solely for you and his girls.

to be in love isn't the priority, to be obsessed is a whole other thing and he doesn't really know the difference when he's already picturing you growing with his child. a belly full and swollen as you lay in a nest of sheets and soft things—silk fabrics draped over you, pillows tucked in under your sore spots, resting against the particularly sensitive and heavy swole of your breasts and relieving the ache in your nipples, extravagant furs keeping you away from the cold, from the stench of non-sorcerers, the tangy pulp of citrus fruit, and the sweet glaze of honey, morsels of every kind at your fingertips—there's a glow about you that lines the surface, the very edge of your silhouette. naked skin basking in warm light, you'll sleep and you'll be worshipped like this, his followers gathering at your feet to praise you and the unborn child that grows inside you, a new gift to the world as he kills, eradicates more and more of the unwanted and lays their head on an altar in a show of his loyalties tied only to you, the little thing he's found, who still believes in the folktales and the songs they sing, now a woman he's claimed for his own because that’s what love is.

once so pure and lighthearted, he is now no longer a prince, but a rotten, tainted man. menacing and shameful for wanting it so much, craving to feel you give into his touch, to see the adoration, desperation, in your eyes when he finally takes you. looking up at him like he's a god among men, what he does to you, you can't even begin to fathom the pleasure of it all, that you would never say no to him, your master.

you admire him from afar for the longest time whilst knowing and reluctantly accepting that this is as much a life with him as you will receive when you know he's got a purpose to fulfill. what would he even want with you who’s so unlike him, weak and without knowledge of anything beyond the four walls of the home he's given to you, his twins, and the makeshift family he's brought together. you haven't heard of him ever having a lover of sorts, especially not a wife. you don't think he's the type but as you watch his interactions with other women, you start to think that you wouldn't be a prospect if he were anyway, that you don't hold a candle to the other stronger, smarter, confident women. where he's giving them smiles and courteous nods, he looks to you instead with a spine-tingling gaze in his dark eyes. a sinister smile, his teeth peeking underneath like a wicked invitation—observing you with an underlying fixation.

the first time it happens he sneaks into your room with the intention to tell you how he feels, he's got a restless feeling in his chest and it has nothing to do with the countless amounts of curses he swallows and stores. he sees your sleeping figure draped in moonlight washing over you and your features, so unassuming and graceful, peacefully sleeping and laid out for him like an offering, a feast he's about to sink his teeth into. so depraved his mouth salivates and he can't stop himself. kneeling over you, his towering figure looms like a shadow as his eyes take in every inch, his fingers move under the comforter, never pulling it away in fear that you would wake from the cooling air before he traces them over the supple skin of your thighs, loving the soft touch of it.

in a swift move, he's dipping his head under the covers, wanting to get his lips on it, hands clamping around your thighs like a vice, pressing his fingers into your flesh, already losing himself in the smell of your skin, the heat radiating from you. his lips graze in a light stroke over your stomach as you start to stir from your sleep, opening an eye just in time to see, to feel his tongue licking a stripe up your slit.

letting out a gasp, your head falls back to hit the pillows, you try to push him away, hands coming up to his shoulder, your feet kicking, not fully aware of what was happening but he's unyielding. keeping your legs spread for him, you want to hide it from his view, that he shouldn't be looking at the most private parts of you, this was a man who you'd care for, he was a leader, the most powerful person in a room, it wasn't right.

with a whisper, his dark voice soothes you, "shh...stay still." he's inching his tongue deeper past your folds, tasting you for the first time and groaning when he feels your grip tighten in his hair. you start to whimper when his mouth feels so hot, his tongue so plush and wet. his lips suck your clit in, nibbling on it while his tongue flicks, nose swiping up and down your sopping cunt, rubbing until you start to shake and tremble.

you're giving into him, slowly succumbing to bliss, how good it feels when he's licking faster, you're smothering his face in between your thighs, clamping on both the sides of his head, your feet in the air and toes curling from the sensation. you're squirming from the vibrations when he's humming in between your tight crevice. “you taste like heaven.”

it builds and builds, that coiling in your stomach, when he's bringing a finger up in between your asscheeks, circling that tight hole, your flowing juice helping him ease his way in deeper, it feels so dirty, so vulgar—wrong, and yet, your heart beats so quickly in your chest, ears going hot, sweat perspiring over your skin over something that feels so good. so much so your eyes roll back instinctively and you don’t know if you’re prepared for it.

for a tingle that shoots up your spine, sparks flashing behind your eyelids, drowning him in your slick, and when your orgasm crashes in you're biting down on your lip hard to stop your moans from being heard, breaking the skin, blood pooling under your teeth. still, he doesn't stop, you're gripping his hair, feeling oversensitive and overwhelmed, it's too much. every drop he's lapping up, not wanting to waste the sweet nectar that drools from you.

when your orgasm recedes, you catch your breath, looking up to the ceiling for an answer to what just happened. he comes into view when he leans over you, his eyes trailing down your body with greed, his hair is a mess from where your hands have clutched, lips and chin glistening with so much of your need you start to feel embarrassed by it all. one moment you were dreaming of him as an honoured man with his kind words and paternal ways and the next moment he's making you cum and writhe against his tongue. you wish to tell him that you didn't mean to be so impure or that you actually...really liked it. longed for it but never had the words to say. a lump in your throat gets caught, your eyes start to water, you think he's going to be upset, be disappointed that his loyal follower was overcome by her most basic of urges. reality hits you square in the face when his voice breaks through the silence, loud and clear. "we're not done." he growls.

as he undoes his robe, you're so tempted to run your hands over his trim muscles, only ever having a peek at them when he returned from missions with an injury or once when you accompanied him to teach the twins how to swim by a lake. the fabric sweeps over his shoulders to reveal a body so solid, made from years of fighting, training, and just age—the scars lining the ridges of his obliques, the veins from his famous healing hands now running up his forearms like rivers, the broad expanse of his chest so large your hand would barely cover one of his pecs—now looking completely and utterly debauched and wanting more, all from seeing you come apart with just his tongue. you did that to him.

you muster up the courage to reach out to him, releasing that knot across his middle and watching the last of his coverings fall away, undressing him completely. now bare before you, on the edge of the bed, he’s hard, thick, jutting straight up with a dollop of precum beading at the tip. your eyes going wide as you took in his impressive size. you always thought that it would be this gnarled and monstrous thing but looking at it now, it was...perfect. smooth and firm, with a vein running up the side. his hand reached down and gripped his throbbing cock, stroking the length of it, thumb rubbing over the head. you could see the pure unadulterated lust in his eyes as he stared at you with this kind of primal hunger, waiting for your next move.

leaning back on your elbows, you see his breath hitch as he could only stare when your smooth, glistening lips came into his view. puffy and desperate for him. "t-take me." you whispered, watching as he shuddered at your admission. "take what belongs to you."

and with a growl, he pulls you in with not much resistance on your end, a delicate thing compared to his large stature. like a rag doll, he lifts your hips in his grip before plunging his pulsing cock into your depths, feeling your heat wrap around his swollen cockhead as he sank deeper, warm, hot, raw and so tight were your walls sliding down the length of his shaft. you're stunned at the sheer size of him, stretching you wide and he's not even halfway in. what you had thought would be something quick, fast, him taking what he wanted from you, getting a taste of the most intimate parts of you, and then leaving, was quickly devolving into something far more. something this man was bringing out in you.

his weight pinned you into the soft duvet of the bed, your hard nipples scraping across his chest as his hips slowly rose and fell, languidly pushing and pulling, relishing in that fullness and letting it sweep through you again and again.

"that’s it, you feel that?" his hoarse voice echoed in your ear. "feel my love for you." instinctively your arms wrapped around his back, nails digging into his shoulder blades, nearly drawing blood. knowing that if he kept this up, he would have to do a lot more to heal the impressions dug into his skin.

the moment your legs slid around his waist, hooking your ankles together behind his lower back and heels digging into him with every stroke, you could start to hear voices gathering outside. that they were whispering amongst one another, wondering what could possibly be the reason you were moaning and mewling like a whore, but right then, neither one of you had cared who heard. you wouldn’t have wanted him to stop and a few nosy passersby is hardly a reason for him to stop fucking you into oblivion.

"m-master!" you screamed in surprise when you feel his cockhead bumping on the opening of your cervix. loving the feel of your soaked walls, inch by inch he dragged his cock back as his shaft grated across your sensitive clit before he’s bruising his way in again, hitting that spot that makes you see stars. "w-what is that?" you groaned.

“right here?" he rumbled, punctuating his words with next thrust, “that’s where i’ll make you a mommy." your eyes flared in response, mind going numb, wanting it so much it aches, turning more and more into his plaything, now fully submitting to him. the heavy scent of sex filled the air, he’s defiled you to the point of no return. in your fucked-out, mindless state you picture his seed filling you up, rooting in your core and it turning into something beautiful, a child with unlimited power and gifts, his child, it ignites that blazing knot in you again.

"i-i love it so much" you whined, voice curling into a high-pitched wail. "please keep doing that...it feels so good." you told him, urging him on as he starts pounding into you rigorously. his hips pistoning as he drove deeper into your trembling body, already feeling the boiling in his balls every time they slapped against your ass.

his hips drove hard down, lodging himself there, the tip lingering at the opening of your fertile womb, you could feel his balls beginning to release when your tight walls are squeezing down on him. "i-i’m gonna cum." you stutter over your words.

“do it, for me.” he demands, a hand coming up to your throat and curling around it, fingers pressing into your jugular, constricting your airways, going breathless. you opened your mouth in a silent scream as drool seeped from one corner, your head thrashing against your pillow. tears springing forth as his final thrust sent off an explosion. your nails raking down his back as your body writhed under him, eyes rolling back in your head, juices leaking all over your thighs as you gushed around him.

you felt his hot seed erupt inside you, painting your walls. the pulsing heat in your belly setting off the second wave of raw pleasure, him smirking down at you experiencing your first multiple orgasm. shaking and trembling violently, you stare up at him, his face a mask of sheer animalistic instinct, ravaging and satisfied that there was no going back.

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some added thoughts here:

this isn't a concubine situation like geto isn't just fucking every woman who lives with him because these followers of his he respects and cares for, but you being the one who's taken care of his twins, saw through his evil-stricken ways, and forgives him for it, so devoted, loyal, who had claimed his heart long before he did yours just by being a kindness, a weakness in his gloomy, formidable nature. he wants you. so wrapped up in his ideals of this perfect child there is no way he isn't fucking you every night until you're pregnant. even after then, he's still pouring himself into your swollen belly because he can.

just so much breeding...you get addicted to it, to the way it pools inside you, hot and lewd, branding you as his. "breed me daddy, give me your baby." you whimper as your eyes go cloudy, staring up at him and pleading for it.

he groans at the sight of you like this, falling in love with him a little more, "look at you...how you're begging for it. nothing but a little cumwhore." with a grunt, he feels the last of his balls empty into your tight hole, his cock throbbing along your walls as your head falls back, feeling another thick rope flooding you, so much cum pumping inside it oozes out around him and down the crack of your ass, making a puddle on the duvet under you.

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you feeding off his contagious pride and ego, then turning into a little threatening, venomous thing yourself. glowing and feeling so proud that hes chosen you. that geto suguru has you alone in his arms, growling into your neck and kissing your lips like he wants to take your breath away, eating up your moans as you squeeze down on his entire length, reveling in the knowledge that it's all yours.

you give her a lecherous stare, a woman who has caught you and him in the middle of the act through a sliver of an opening by the fusuma. she could not believe the scene before her. their master, naked and defenseless, his back faced towards her, only getting a glimpse of his clenching muscles, the strangled noises escaping him with each rise and fall of hip hips, how he's holding you up like you weigh nothing. there's a line of your juices flowing, droplets falling to the mat below you, hitting the floor with loud plops.

it was easy to tell who held the reins here. despite your positions, the predatory look on your face said otherwise, the fact that it was their master, who was a force of nature, who had never lost a fight, now wholly submitting to you in full view. you raise your voice a little higher, eyeing her as he pumps his cock deeper, faster. wanting her to hear it, see it for herself.

you give her a cruel smirk. once naive, you now do nothing now to feign innocence, pretending that you don't know exactly what you're doing. taunting, luring her in and she can't look away from you. with a sharp glare, curling a hand possessively around his neck, your face clearly reads: 'he's mine.'

leaning in to kiss him, you feel him smile in lieu of saying what he knows. that a sorcerer like him would have felt her presence from a mile away, how you're playing this game with him. he loves it, isn't bothered by your jealousy when it's what makes you reach down to rub his cum over your clit before having it cream over your fingers, bringing it to your lips and sucking them off, licking them clean.