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nanivinsmoke · 1 day
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Spring break
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Geto x Gojo x F!Reader
oh yall already know this gone be some freak nasty shit! these two fuckers in one fic with each other? oh yeah, you might as well submit. enjoy~!
summary ~ it’s spring break, time to have fun and unwind, and to get stuffed….
warnings and tags ~ fingering, overstimulation, car sex (fingering only), squirting, multiple orgasms, public sex, blow job (rough), creampie (mouth) jealousy, friends with benefits, part two will have so much more~.
words ~ 2.6k
twelve days. twelve whole days you’ll be with the two of them.
originally there were going to be six of you, but everybody bailed last minute; except those two. you were upset that not everyone was coming, but you were glad you were at least going to be with your two best friends. you needed this vacation, you needed to destress and keep your mind off work. you were here to have fun, and nothing was going to ruin it.
the three of you were packed into the black comfortable suv that geto rented, with you in the passenger seat, gojo in the back sleeping and geto driving. the drive to your vacation spot was long and every three hours you guys would rotate, so the each of you would have driven and the other two could rest.
but, you couldn’t sleep and it was all thanks to him. his thick finger pumped in and out of your sopping wet pussy, while keeping his eyes on the road. your shorts, along with your panties, were slightly pulled down to give him better access to your warm cunt, your slick dripping onto the car’s crème brule colored seat. soft moans escaping your plump lips as he curled his fingers, rubbing against your spot.
“shhh, we don’t want you waking him up in the back. wouldn’t want him to catch me playing with this sweet pussy, now would we?~” his voice low and deep, pinching your swollen clit, glancing at you from his peripheral. you shook your head and placed your hand over your mouth to muffle your moans.
“good girl. now, cum for daddy~” he pushed his fingers back inside of you, pumping hard and fast; guiding you to your orgasm. and you came hard too, biting your hand to stop the loud moan that escaped your throat. he slowly continued to finger your cunt, before pulling out—leaving you breathless and drained while he licked your sweet cum from his fingers.
you sat in your seat, in a orgasmic daze—trying to catch your breath, while gojo began to stir in his sleep. his crystal blue eyes opened and he sat up with a yawn, making geto look in the rear view mirror. “gps says we should be there in ten minutes,” he spoke like read his mind, glancing at you with a smirk etched on his face.
you knew that in those ten minutes that you were fucked.
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the house the three of you rented was huge, it had three big bedrooms with adjoining bathrooms, a huge infinity pool, a jacuzzi on the deck, a movie room and a bar in the basement. these twelve days were going to be memorable.
dropping your suitcase and luggage down into the bedroom you picked out, you plopped on the soft king sized bed—face deep into the pillows, mind still clouded with thoughts of geto and you in the car. just the thought of gojo catching the both of you, had you pressing your legs together as that familiar throbbing sensation reappeared.
what would gojo do? what would he say if he saw his best friend getting finger fucked by his other best friend? would he join in? make geto pull the car over so they could stuff you with their cocks?
before you know it, your hands have found their way into your shorts; rubbing your sensitive clit and dipping into your wet hole. with your eyes being closed, you didn’t see the spiky haired white male appear in your room; amused to see you playing with yourself, but shocked to hear you moan his and geto’s name. he softly closes the door behind him, startling you.
“so what I saw in the car, wasn’t my imagination? im a little jealous you let geto of all people play with that pretty pussy.” so he did see everything. you said nothing and only kept your eyes on him, a little shy that you were caught playing with yourself. a smirked eased onto his face as he sat on the bed in front of your spread legs, eyes dropping to your clothed cunt, then back up to your eyes.
“idiot only let you cum once too. no wonder you want more.” his eyes low and lidded, his hands softly tracing your bare thigh, sending flutters to your pussy. his hands slowly make its way to the middle of your shorts, rubbing the area where your clit hid underneath. you let out a breath of air, amazed at how easily he found your clit, pressing on it hard enough where it sent shivers up your spine.
“let me teach you how many times a woman should cum,” he unbuttoned your shorts, pulling them down with your help and tossed them to the other side of the room.
a whistle left his mouth and he smirked, “whew, you’ve been waiting for this? so wet for me already~” his hands rubbed on the outline of your puffy lips, the deep stain of your slick that soiled your panties—stuck against the tips of his fingers. “gojo~” you whined, wanting him to stop teasing and push his fingers inside—or to put something else in.
a chuckle escaped his lips, “so needy for me~.” he pulled the soaked fabric aside, your puffy lips glistening from your slick. he took a second to admire how pretty your cunt looked, before his lips attached to your clit—sucking and swirling his tongue on it. your hands immediately latched onto his winter white locks, pushing him deeper into your cunt.
he mumbled against your wetness, the vibrations made your clit throb while moans spilled from your plump lips. he pushed two of his long fingers into your aching hole, causing you to gasp. “oh fuck gojo!” you moaned loudly, making him detach from your clit— slick all over his lips. “want geto to hear your slut noises? want him to come in here and catch me two—three fingers deep inside of you?” he pushed another finger inside of you, stretching your hole.
you wanted to scream from the sensation, his long digits rubbing against your spot with each pump—your cunt clenching around him crazily. “did you just get wetter from that? so fucking nasty” he reattached his lips to your clit, pumping inside of you faster. that ball in your stomach was getting bigger by the second and you so desperately wanted to cum—no needed to cum for him.
“so close, g’na cum for you” you breathe out, rotating your hips against his lips. he began to swirl his tongue in a different manner—shivers and jolts of excitement being sent up your spine. and by the time you realized he was spelling his name on your clit, that ball exploded inside of you—with you coming undone underneath him.
he slurped and sucked, fingers still pumping inside of you, making sure that he didn’t waste not one drop of your sweet cum—pulling away with a trail of slick following him. “mhm, only got to the letter ‘u’. don’t get too comfortable now, sweetheart” gojo didn’t even let you recuperate before he slid you between his legs, his boner pressing into the top of your ass.
you tried to reach around to palm him through his pants, but he stopped you—looking down at you with a smirk. “not yet, princess. not until i get you to cum until you can’t anymore.” his words caused you to gulp and you looked away from his hypnotizing eyes, looking at his big hands that hovered over your mound.
“which feels better. one—“ he circles your clit with two fingers and pinches your nipple with the other hand, a mewl leaving your lips, before continuing. “—or two” he moves his hands from your clit and pushes them back into your cunt, arousal immediately coating his fingers. you rock your hips into his hand, wanting—no needing more. and when he didn’t hear your answer, he removed his fingers, making you whine in response.
“let daddy know which one feels better, princess. now one or two” he repeated himself, this time he curled his fingers on the second one, while his palm sat on your clit; adding pressure to it. “two! oh my god, two~.” he chuckled and began pumping his thick fingers in and out of your sloppy, wet cunt—his palm rubbing on your clit adding double pleasure for you.
the sounds of your moans and your sex squelching, echoed throughout the room. he was pumping in and out of you like a madman, hitting your spot each time. and you were getting close, so so close. “cum all over daddy’s fingers. let daddy feel how that pretty pussy cum’s for him, kay’?” you nodded your head, pussy clenching around his fingers rapidly before you let go once again.
his fingers didn’t move from your cunt, no matter how much you squeezed your legs together. “can’t. too much—please, satoru~” you whimpered, looking at the sloppy mess you were making—slick mixed with your cream staining the sheets underneath you. “one more baby, cum for me just one more time. daddy wants to see you cum for him, one more time~”
fuck, it was so easy to listen to every word he said. you wanted to obey him. to cum for him on his command. to let him see how messy you were. to see how much you wanted him to fuck you senseless in the mattress. he pumped inside you faster, rotating his fingers around—stretching you more and more. his palm, now covered in your slick, continued to rub on your clit.
your walls squeezed around his fingers, with you cumming harder than the last. this time it was more intense—a clear stream of your fluid flowing out, dampening the bed even more. “yes, that’s it baby. that’s what daddy wanted, good girl” his pace quickened and you could feel yourself going insane as he drained you.
your body jolted and convulsed as you released, even when nothing came out. eyes rolled back and hands gripping onto the bed. you didn’t even notice that satoru left your room, leaving you to sit in the puddle of your cum.
———
day two.
you were trying so hard to be quiet, so the two of you wouldn’t get caught by the store’s workers. but, how could you when his tongue was so deep in your pussy, licking every crevice and teasing your gummy walls. you grinded again his chisled face, hands getting tangled in his sleek raven hair, tugging it as his lips sucked on your swollen clit.
the two of you decided to explore the town’s shopping district, stopping in a cute clothing store when you were ogling at this cute dress in the window. and when geto snuck into your dressing room, he couldn’t keep his hands off of you.
“cumming for you—suguru!” you whined when he pulled you off of his mouth, cutting your orgasm short. he smirked and got up from the dressing room’s soft bench, licking up your slick that covered his mouth. “this was your punishment, baby. I knew what you and gojo were doing yesterday.” you bit your lip, avoiding his intimidating gaze.
“I don’t know what you’re talking about,” you immediately regretted the lie that flew out of your mouth, knowing that there was consequences to follow. he reached around and made you face him, brown eyes dark and lidded as he stared at you. “not only did you let him touch what’s mine, but you lied about it too? tch, g’na have to—punish—you!”
he pushed you down onto his lap, hand colliding with your ass causing you to yelp out. he sent another smack to your ass, in the same spot, this time a moan came out instead. “suguru, please~” you begged, earning another smack to your fat ass—another yelp followed after—making him hit your ass harder than before. you had to bite your lip hard to stop the scream that desperately wanted to be let out.
“see you have a problem with shutting up. gonna have to shut you the fuck up,” he pulled you back by your hair, unzipping his pants with one hand, making his cock springing to life. it was so fat and pretty. tip a nice shade of red, leaking with his precum. mouth drooling at the sight, your plump lips immediately latched onto it—welcoming him right into your warm mouth. he sucked in some air, loving the tightness of your mouth—almost forgetting this was a punishment.
he pushed your head down, bucking his hips upwards, his cock now deep into your mouth—touching the beginning of your throat. your eyes widened at the sudden force, tears brimming your eyes as he begun to fuck your mouth. so much spit coated his dick, dribbling out the corners of your mouth and onto his pants. it was so, so, so messy, yet you couldn’t help but want more.
the more he pounded your sweet little mouth, stretching it with each thrust, you got used to him—taking more of him each time. you were getting more aroused by the second, slick dripping from your lonely cunt—down your thick thighs. his cock was so addicting, you couldn’t get enough of the taste nor the smell of his balls, getting a whiff each time his cum filled balls met your nose.
geto’s eyes rolled back and his mouth was gaped open, low grunts leaving his mouth as his cock explored your mouth, the softness of it made him want to fuck you harder—deeper— he wanted to break your mouth and stuff it full of his hot load. his hand landed on your ass again, the fat rippling from the impact, making you moan against his cock— vibrating against his shaft.
he was so lost in the essence of your mouth, that he completely forgot where he was at until a knock was heard, causing his coffee colored eyes to pop open.
“uh, we’re about close soon. could you please hurry up?” a man spoke on the other side of the door. you had
“give me—shit—a second~” he grunted, looking down at you with pure arousal as you fondled his balls that was coated in your saliva.
“sir! I need you to hur—“
“i said give me a fucking second— shit, g’na cum, drink my fucking cum, slut~” geto yelled at the man, cutting him off mid sentence and making the male leave, while he thrusted in your mouth faster. his hot—thick load pooled into your mouth, coating the inside of your cheeks white. you gave his balls a squeeze, hoping to empty them out as you swallowed his cum. the warmness from it spilling down your throat, making you squirt—splashing onto the mirror behind you and the dress you were looking at before, staining it.
he pulled out of you with a pop sound following, spit and his left over cum trailing from your mouth which you happily slurped back up with a smile on your face. he reached over and grabbed you by the jaw, cheeks puffing up as he stared at you before he pressed his lips into yours, tasting himself when his tongue entered yours.
“fuck. i need to get you back to the house, i want to fuck that little throat some more~”
the two of you quickly got dressed and left the dressing room, bumping into the male worker on the way out and throwing a wad of money at him.
“i don’t get paid enough for this shit”
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kinanabinks · 12 hours
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sesame & the sweetheart
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You've been on a few dates with Bucky now, and the sexual tension is at an all-time high. After another cute date, you realize you can't keep your hands off him for very much longer.
Content Warning: Bucky x F!Reader, fluff, casual dating, very cute soft vibes, smut (nipple play, penetrative safe sex, multiple orgasms, praise kink)
This is basically a fluffy version of Third Date. Just wanted to write something with no stakes or drama (which is incredibly difficult for me to do). The last time I tried to do that, we ended up with the Relax series, but I promise this one will remain simple and soft. Also that gif is so cute.
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The plate lands on your table with a gentle clink, the waffle staring up at you. Dark, milk, and white melted chocolate smother the top, immediately making your mouth water. Smiling politely, the server stands back. "Anything else for you guys?" She asks with a raised brow.
You share a look with Bucky before thanking her and letting her know you're all good for now, and she shoots you a wink before wandering off.
"It looks exactly like the TikTok," You say, bewildered by the beauty lying before you.
Bucky laughs, nodding. "It does look really good," He agrees while you unwrap the napkin from around the knife and fork. It's only a small table you're sitting at, so it only has one pair of cutlery, but neither you nor Bucky bothered asking for another one.
"We have to try it at the same time," You decide while cutting a piece of the waffle that ends up being bigger than you planned. "Will that fit in your mouth?"
With a grin, he shrugs. "We can try."
"Alright, let me cut myself a piece," You say, cutting a slightly smaller bite. "Now - don't start chewing until I've got mine. Okay?" You wait for him to agree to your strict terms before bringing the mammoth bite to his mouth, leaving behind some chocolate residue on the corner of his mouth. He does well to obey, though it take him a lot of willpower when the warm chocolate coats his tongue. You quickly pick up your bite and place it on your mouth, giving him a wink as you both begin to chew.
He lets out a groan, nodding with his brows furrowed. "That's good," He said once he's swallowed.
You swallow too before reaching out and wiping the corner of his mouth with your thumb, absentmindedly bringing it to your own mouth and licking it clean without a second thought.
As it's only a small table, Bucky's sitting next to you, which makes it easier for him to place his hand on your knee while you continue to feed him. It's only your third date, but you already feel comfortable around him. It isn't often that you meet someone on a dating app as hot and sweet as Bucky. You're still waiting to spot a red flag, but they're all coming up green.
"You wanna go for a walk after this?" He suggests, letting you take the last bite. "There's a path nearby, nice and quiet."
"Are you planning on killing me?" You ask teasingly, placing the fork down on the empty plate.
Bucky chuckles, shrugging his shoulders. "Maybe I am," He replies before making eye contact with the server who comes over.
"All done?" She asks brightly.
"Yes, thank you," Bucky replies. "Could I get the bill, please?"
She nods and takes the plate away, leaving you to glare at him. "We're splitting it this time," You declare sternly.
"Are we?" He asks with a raised brow, reaching into his pocket to pull out his black leather wallet.
"You paid the last two times," You remind him.
"It's gonna be like, ten dollars," He points out, giving you a flat look.
"So then, let me pay," You counter stubbornly.
"Here you go!" The server announces, placing the bill on the table. "I hope you enjoyed your food."
"It was really good," You tell her with a smile while fumbling in your purse. By the time you've got your phone ready, Bucky's already swiping his card, having added a big tip for the server. Hot.
"Thank you so much," She says. "Enjoy the rest of your day!"
You narrow your eyes at him once she's gone, but he only laughs. "I'm not gonna let you pay for a date I've asked you on, sesame," He tells you, the nickname a callback to when you were left with sesame seeds all over your lips after the dessert you ate on your first date. How you managed to secure a second date with him, you'll never know.
"In that case," You say as the both of you stand up. "I'm asking you on the next date."
"Oh, yeah?" He challenges as you swings open the door to the small cafe and lets you walk out first. "Not if I do, first."
Your eyes widen as he follows you out and you quickly turn to face him. "Will you-"
"Do you wanna go watch that new horror film you've been talking about this Friday?" He cuts in, a smug look on his face.
Damn it. He knows you can't say no to that. "I'd love to," You reply honestly, before a mischievous smirk pulls at your lips. "Do you want to go for dinner at the Red Velvet after the movie?"
Bucky takes your hand and begins leading you down the street, a focused look on his face as he tries to win this game. "Would you prefer to go to that brisket place we walked past last week?" He counters.
Your mouth waters just at the memory of the smells that came from that place. He's good, but you can't give in. "Sushi?" You suggest. "I know you love that Dragonfly place."
The look on his face makes you think you've finally got him - but he has one more trick up his sleeve. "How about," He begins, a knowing look in his eye, "We watch the movie, and then I take you back to my place where I can cook dinner for you?"
Your stomach flips at his proposal and you know you can't say no to that. He hasn't mentioned that he cooks yet, but even if he's a terrible chef, the thought of him putting in that effort for you makes you swoon. "That sounds perfect," You say, hating how weak you are, causing him to shoot you a satisfied wink.
The pathway he takes you on is admittedly very pretty. You walk by a quiet canal, and though in any other situation you'd be terrified to be alone in a place like this with a man you met online a few weeks ago, you feel safe with Bucky.
"Why are you staring at me like that?" He asks. The two of you have stopped by a big rock on which water is cascading down, and though the view is pretty, he's prettier.
"Just making you sure you aren't about to kill me," You say as he places his hands on your hips and pulls you closer, making you bite your lip.
"You look like you want something," He utters lowly. "What do you want, sesame?"
Your first kiss was at the end of your second date three days ago. He walked you home and gave you a goodnight peck at the door; completely different to what you're used to. Because he's such a gentleman, you're finding it hard to be open about what you want.
"Talk to me," He urges you gently, moving one hand up to cup your face. He knows what you want; he just wants you to say it. Maybe he isn't such a gentleman, after all.
Swallowing your pride, you lift up your chin and meet his eyes. "I want you to kiss me," You admit quietly, moving closer until your chest is pressed against his.
Part of him wants to continue teasing you, but he can't hold back any longer, especially not when he can feel your boobs against his ribs. Your dates have been a lot more reserved than he's used to, but that's because he wants to do this right with you - you make him feel a way nobody ever has before, so he wants to be a gentleman. But you're making that incredibly difficult. Without wasting any more time, he brings his lips down to yours in a soft kiss. Well, it's soft for all of three seconds. You wrap your arms around his neck and part your lips, allowing for your tongue to stroke his.
His hands squeeze your hips, and you place yours on top of his before moving them down to your ass, moaning as he grabs it. You let out a whimper and clutch fistfuls of his t-shirt. "Buck," You whine quietly against his lips, begging him to understand what it is you need.
Pulling away from the kiss, he keeps your body close to his. "What do you say we cut this walk short and head back to my place?" He suggests, no hint of teasing in his tone - this is serious. Fuck being a gentleman.
A grabby, gropey Uber ride later, you arrive at his apartment building. It's fancy; the kind with a big square courtyard with bushes and healthy looking flowers, and you begin to realize why he's always so happy to pay for everything. It isn't until the elevator ride that you notice how much you miss having his lips on yours.
"Hey," You begin, nudging his shoulder before you lean back against the mirror. "Will you kiss me again?"
He's on you before you finish the sentence. Thankfully, he lives on the 22nd floor, so there's enough time for a rushed make-out session until the doors open. Bucky's hands are back on your ass which he squeezes in his palms, knowing that it's what makes those pretty whimpers leave your mouth.
"Bucky, I'm so wet," You whisper, craning your neck back as your heart races. "Please touch me."
You're not sure what's gotten into you - sure, you usually don't wait until the third date to hook up, but public intimacy has never been in your remit. Granted, you're in an otherwise empty elevator, but there's likely CCTV cameras with some very excited security guards watching your every move.
Bucky doesn't take orders lightly - he's a giver by nature, so when he hears you begging him to put his hands on you, he can't refuse. He slips a hand between your thighs, skirting it up your dress, feeling your soft, bare skin beneath his palm. With his forehead resting against yours, Bucky begins to rub your pussy through your soaked panties. His fingers move quick, and that combined with how attracted to him you are makes it easy for you to get close to finishing.
A string of quiet moans leave your mouth, and Bucky takes the opportunity to stick his tongue past your parted lips. Your thighs clamp around his hand but he continues rubbing your clit, while you tug on his hair.
"Bucky, I'm-" Just as you feel your climax begin to approach, a ding sounds out.
"Floor 22. Doors opening."
He stops his movements, pulling his hand out from between your legs, much to your chagrin. Laughing at the pout on your lips, he takes your hand and leads you out into the hallway.
This is definitely the fanciest apartment building you've been in, and you haven't even seen his place yet. The floors look to be have been cleaned as recently as this morning, with fresh flowers in vase fixtures on the walls. Bucky takes you into his apartment, and you're even more taken aback.
It's large, with full-length windows on one wall giving you a view of the New York skyline. The thought of what the rent must be almost makes your eyes water. Looking around, you take in the surroundings. He's good at decorating - or he paid someone well to do so for him - and he's tidy. You look at the back wall which has a few certifications and awards on them which takes you by surprise.
"When you said you work in finance, I admittedly blocked out the rest of your sentence," You admit, turning to look at him. "I didn't realize you were a CFO!"
"You ignored me?" He asks with faux shock, placing a hand on his chest as he walks over to you. "I opened up to you about my life and you blocked it out?"
"I have a certain image of you, and finance bro is not it," You admit with a laugh. "I didn't wanna ruin the image."
"What image?" Bucky wonders, taking one of your hands and bringing it up to his cheek.
"You're a little sweetheart," You mumble, moving closer to him. "I want it to stay that way."
"I can be your little finance sweetheart," He says, snorting as the sentence leaves his mouth.
"Something tells me that's not what you make your employees call you," You say with a smirk.
"I don't have employees, I have a team," Bucky corrects you, licking his lips as he grabs your hips and pulls you closer. "But that's enough about work. How about I finish what I started, hmm?"
The conversation escapes your mind, which you find is suddenly blank. Nodding up at him, you rest your hands on his chest. "I like that idea."
Without warning, he lifts you up and throws you over his shoulder, making you squeal. He takes you into his bedroom, your heart racing as he gently throws you onto his bed. Immediately, you kick off your shoes, not wanting to dirty his clean sheets.
He joins you on the mattress with a small grin, getting on top of you and marrying his lips to yours again. You can't remember the last time kissing someone was this good, and you quickly realize just how much you want him.
"Bucky," You mumble, tugging at the hem of his shirt. "Take it off." Admittedly, the shirtless picture on his dating profile has been on your mind since you matched with him, and you need to see it in person. And feel it.
He happily obliges, pulling his shirt off over his head and tossing it to the side. You make a mental note to steal it from him later. "I'm feeling left out," Bucky says with a smirk before he starts unbuttoning your shirt dress. You sit up, allowing him to pull it away from your body, leaving you there in your underwear. He looks you up and down, unable to hide the look of hunger in his eyes. Fuck. You're perfect.
"I need to tell you something," You begin coyly, resting your palms on the bed as you subconsciously stick your chest out.
"Oh?" He whispers, eyes still glued to your body. "What is it?"
Biting your lip, you lower your voice, finding yourself almost nervous. Get a grip. This isn't your first rodeo. "I, uh, my nipples are... super sensitive," You say, feeling your cheeks heat up as the sentence leaves your mouth.
Bucky's eyebrow flickers up on its own accord. "Right," He replies almost inaudibly. "Does that mean I should avoid touching them, or-"
"Absolutely not," You cut him off instantly. "The opposite."
His face relaxes, before his eyes glint with excitement. He tentatively places his hands on your hips, before slowly snaking them up your back while you keep your eyes firmly on his. Expertly, he unhooks your bra, and you wonder whether he's lucky or just well-practiced. Once your bra's off, his eyes sink down to your boobs, the cool air making your nipples harden.
"Fuck," He whispers under his breath, his dick impossibly hard. "You're so fucking sexy."
Your thighs squeeze together as you watch him watching you, dark lust clouding his face. "What are you waiting for?" You ask him lowly.
"I don't know," He mumbles, brows furrowing together. "Just... enjoying the view."
"As sweet as that is," You say with a soft laugh, "How about you stop being such a tease and touch them?"
His hand slides up your side, making you shiver. He grabs one of your boobs in his hand, looking up at your face as his thumb grazes over your nipple. Immediately, you suck in a sharp breath, lips parting and hips starting to grind against the bed.
"You weren't kidding about them being sensitive," He whispers.
"Bucky," You whine, allowing your back to hit the bed. "Please."
He follows you down, taking a boob in each hand but steering clear of your nipples. "What do you want, sesame?" He asks you with a small smirk pulling at his lips.
Sick of his teasing, you place one hand on the back of his head and use your other hand to grab his cheeks, causing his mouth to pucker as you push his face into your chest. Bucky thinks he's died and reached heaven. His lips wrap around your nipple as he sucks, making your eyes roll back. Muffled groans leave his mouth and he gently starts to rut against you, his hard cock rubbing against you.
"Don't stop," You whimper, feeling the familiar build up in your core. "Please, don't stop, Bucky."
He switches from one boob to the other, using his hand to pull and twist on your neglected nipple. You feel your stomach tighten and your breaths become quick and shallow. His tongue swirls around your nipple before be grazes his teeth on it, gently biting down when he hears your sharp gasp.
"I'm- Bucky, I'm cumming," You say with a hushed urgency. "I'm- oh, fuck."
When you finally come to, stomach fluttering, you look back up at him, deciding you don't like how smug he looks while you're a mess. Grabbing his shoulders, you push him down onto his back and straddle him, thankful that he's letting you manhandle him.
It isn't the first time you've orgasmed solely through nipple play, but it's never been that quick before. You credit that to your attraction to Bucky, rather than letting yourself admit he could just be that skilled.
He moans against your tits, continue to hump you as your orgasm takes over. Pulling away from your nipple, Bucky looks down at you, taking in the sight of your afterglow. Pure pleasure coats your skin with a soft sheen of sweat, shaky breaths escaping your mouth as your chest heaves. Cupping your face, Bucky takes a mental image, realizing just how gorgeous you actually are.
"You're wearing way too many clothes, sweetheart," You utter as you fumble with his belt before pulling it off, his jeans swiftly following.
Bucky lies back with his hands behind his head and a lazy grin on his face, more than happy to let you undress him - until he realizes what underwear he's wearing.
"Is that... He-Man?" You ask, looking closely at his boxers. Sure enough, there's an image of the cartoon superhero right over where his dick is, with the words I Have The Power printed underneath.
His face drops as he glances down and he inwardly curses. Fuck. You've officially ruined your chance with the woman of your dreams. Well done, James.
"That is adorable," You laugh, shaking your head. "You have the power?"
"Someone gifted them to me as a joke," He tells you as his cheeks flush pink. "But they're unironically really comfortable."
You go to pull them down, but you're laughing too much to be able to concentrate. Having had enough of your teasing, Bucky grabs your hips and throws you down in the bed before getting on top of you.
"I don't appreciate you laughing at me," He says sternly, pinning your hands to the pillow above your head.
"Oh? What are you gonna do about it, He-Man?" You say coyly. "Use your power against me?"
He snorts, but keeps his face firm. "Watch yourself, sesame," He mumbles, looking you up and down as he lets go of one of your hands to pull down his amusing underwear. You do the same, pulling down your panties as your heart races, trying not to salivate at the sight of his dick while he takes out a condom from the bedside cabinet.
"Let me," You mumble, taking the packet he's already ripped open and pulling out the condom before slowly rolling it over his impressive cock, making him shudder as your fingers brush his shaft.
It's big. And thick.
"Shit," You whisper under your breath, your cunt pulsing at the thought of being stuffed by him. "Y'know... with a dick like that, you'd think you'd have shown it off with a nude or two by now."
Bucky chuckles while grabbing your ankles and placing them on his shoulders. "He's camera shy," He says slyly, rubbing his tip against your soaking pussy. "And I needed to find out if you deserved it or not, first."
"Oh, yeah?" You breathe out, trying to remain calm and cool and collected as he rubs against you. "Have I proven myself to you, yet?"
With his eyes on yours, dark and lustful, he brings his cock to your entrance and slowly pushes it in, stealing your breath. Bucky swallows thickly as he feels you tightly hugging his shaft, your cunt throbbing around him. He was planning to shoot some cocky comment your way about you deserving him, but his mind is completely wiped clean as he bottoms out inside you.
"Oh, fuck," He mumbles, resting his forehead against yours.
"Bucky," You cry, never having felt so full before. "Bucky, you're so big."
It isn't the first time he's heard that sentence, but coming from you makes it feel like it is. With his hands gripping your hips, he slowly begins thrusting in and out of you, grunts and groans leaving his mouth. His lips brush against yours. "Does that feel okay, baby?" He asks you lowly.
Your response is a loud moan that almost sounds like a yes. You bring your hands up to your boobs, pulling on your nipples. Waves of pleasure course through you, making shameless sounds leave your mouth.
Bucky watches as you play with your own tits, clenching his jaw as he wills himself not to cum this quickly. "Fuck, you're so hot," He groans, stroking your hips. Hold it back, James. Think of He-Man.
Knowing he'll last another three seconds maximum if he keeps watching you twist your nipples like that, he tactically decides to switch positions, moving you onto your hands and knees where he's safe from seeing any boobs. You let out a whine as he plunges his cock back into you, able to get deeper in this position. Your hands grab fistfuls of the sheets as you moan into the pillows.
With his hands on your hips, Bucky fucks you harder, watching as your ass bounces on him. He can't tell if this is making him closer to cumming than seeing your boobs was, but either way he knows he's in the danger zone.
Grunting, he pushes you down so you're lying flat on the bed and lies on top of you, burying his face in your neck where the smell of your vanilla perfume mixed with your sweat lingers. Fuck. Is there any position where he's safe?
"Baby," He begins, slowing down his thrusts. "I- I don't think I'm gonna last much longer." Usually, he'd never admit such a failure, but he can't help it. He doesn't want to disappoint you, and right now he feels like an inexperienced virgin again, shuddering at just the touch of a woman. Get a grip.
"It's okay," You whisper, turning your head to the side. "Just rub my clit, and play with my tits, and I'll be there, too."
God, you're perfect.
He happily obeys, snaking one of his hands between your legs while the other trails up to your chest. As soon as you feel him rub against your nipple, you feel a spark in your core, one that intensifies as his fingers find your clit and begin rubbing circles on it.
"Just like that," You cry as he fucks into you harder and faster. "Don't stop, Bucky, don't stop!"
"You want my cum, baby?" He whispers in your ear, keeping up his pace.
"Please," You whimper as your stomach flips.
"Then let go for me, baby," He orders. "Cum all over my cock."
His hushed words are enough to push you over the edge, and with a moan of his name, you feel the band snap. A flood of pleasure washes over you and your body shakes beneath him.
Bucky feels you tighten and squeeze around him and, finally, allows himself to finish. His cum fills the condom, his cock throbbing against your walls as he groans, continuing to thrust weakly. His breath hits your neck, his voice sending low vibrations through your skin as he utters in your ear, "That's a good girl."
Your heart skips a beat as you try to catch your breath, your hand finding his and intertwining with his fingers. He places gentle kisses on your neck, grazing the sensitive skin with his teeth. The two of you slowly float down from your highs, while the sunlight streams in through the large window, warming your bare skin and reminding you that it's barely 3pm.
"Afternoon delight," You mumble weakly, causing Bucky to snort.
"I love that song," He says through a smile, chuckling softly.
He collapses on the bed next to you and the both of you stare up at the ceiling. "Yeah," He agrees. "Really good." Easily the best he's ever had, but he can't admit that to you this early on - he has to retain some level of composure around you, at least until you like him too much to dump him.
You slowly turn around while he discards the condom. Smiling down at you, Bucky scans your body, still in disbelief at how beautiful you are. "That was good," You say, nodding.
"I think that was the best I've ever had," You announce boldly, too fucked-out to care about how cool and mysterious you need to be in order to keep him interested.
Shocked, Bucky turns to face you, his eyes wide. "Uh, yeah," He stumbles. "Me too."
You snort and raise a brow. "That was believable," You comment dryly.
"No, I mean it," He insists, turning his body to you and wrapping his arm around you. "Seriously. I just didn't think it would sound... cool if I admitted it."
"Cool?" You repeat, smiling at him. "You don't need to be cool. You're my little finance sweetheart, remember?"
His cheeks are slightly pink but you don't know if that's from the sex or if he's genuinely shy. Moving closer to you, Bucky burrows his face in your neck. "Whatever you want me to be," He says, holding your body close to his. You're glad he's a cuddler, even more so that he's happy to be the big spoon.
"I know it's only three, but is it okay if I fall asleep?" You ask him with your eyes shut. Even if he says no, you doubt you'd have the energy to stay up right now.
"I'm already halfway there," He mumbles, giving your neck a final kiss before the two of you slowly fall into a peaceful slumber.
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lorarri · 11 months
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❨ main f1 masterlist | football masterlist ❩
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𝐋𝐄𝐖𝐈𝐒 𝐇𝐀𝐌𝐈𝐋𝐓𝐎𝐍
𝐁𝐄𝐒𝐓 𝐊𝐄𝐏𝐓 𝐒𝐄𝐂𝐑𝐄𝐓𝐒 → lewis hamilton x fem! actress! reader
after being caught together multiple times during summer break, people start to speculate if there is a new couple on the block, which leads to 2019 best-kept secrets coming out
𝐃𝐄𝐌𝐔𝐑𝐄 𝟒𝟒 → lewis hamilton x fem! fashion designer! reader
a famous fashion designer is chosen as the theme for the met gala, which leads to a spiral and a revel of an iconic fashion couple
𝐃𝐑𝐄𝐒𝐒𝐄𝐃 𝐈𝐍 𝐌𝐄𝐑𝐂𝐄𝐃𝐄𝐒 → dad! lewis hamilton x fem! daughter! toddler! reader
this year silverstone has given the fans another gift more lewis and baby hamilton moments to melt fans hearts
𝐆𝐀𝐋𝐀 𝐒𝐄𝐀𝐒𝐎𝐍 → lewis hamilton x fem! princess of the united kingdom! reader
a missing royal and conspiracy with a duexmoi anon and the monaco annual gala reviling the new royal couple of the f1 world
𝐆𝐑𝐀𝐍𝐃 𝐒𝐋𝐀𝐌 𝐌𝐄 𝐁𝐀𝐁𝐘 → lewis hamilton x fem! tennies player! reader
gossip sites catch on quick and they have now sniffed out a fresh relationship to expose between everyone's favourite tennis player and f1 driver
𝐇𝐄 𝐃𝐎𝐄𝐒𝐍'𝐓 𝐍𝐄𝐄𝐃 𝐓𝐎 𝐊𝐍𝐎𝐖 → lewis hamilton x fem! russell! model! reader
after a shocker at singapore lewis is left seemily alone at the podium by everyone but his teammate's older sister and things get relived that should have stayed hidden | part 2
𝐍𝐎𝐖 𝐇𝐄 𝐊𝐍𝐎𝐖𝐒 → lewis hamilton x fem! russell! model! reader
a secret relationship exposed and one very unhappy older brother leaves tensions in the team thank god carmen is there to fix it | part 1
𝐎𝐉𝐈𝐓𝐎𝐒 𝐋𝐈𝐍𝐃𝐎𝐒 → lewis hamilton x fem! filipino! modle! gf! reader
six years and still no ring leave people dropping not so sutle hints asking when are there favourite couple gonna tie the knot little do they knew my man lewis had a plan
𝐇𝐄𝐑𝐄'𝐒 𝐓𝐎 𝟐𝟎𝟐𝟒 → lewis hamilton x fem! model! reader
it's the end of the year and people are praying for Y/N's ig glow up and what the people ask for the people get
𝐌𝐀𝐓𝐂𝐇𝐈𝐍𝐆 𝐉𝐎𝐑𝐃𝐀𝐍𝐒 → lewis hamilton x fem! rapper! sneaker head! reader
everyone’s fav sneaker obsessed rapper goes on kick games and reminds everyone of how much of an amazing boyfriend lewis is
𝐌𝐘 𝐑𝐄𝐍𝐀𝐈𝐒𝐒𝐀𝐍𝐂𝐄 → lewis hamilton x fem! mega famous! singer! reader
the it couple of the decade continue to slay in the past present and future and people can't get enough of them and there child. what can I say they are the moment
𝐎𝐏𝐈𝐍𝐎𝐍𝐒 → lewis hamilton x fem! kpop idol! reader
people always have an opinion on everything these days especially when it comes to relationships but sometimes people just need to keep there mouth shut
𝐏𝐎𝐊𝐄𝐑 𝐅𝐀𝐂𝐄𝐒 → lewis hamilton x fem! poker player! reader
the worlds best poker player and the worlds best driver both hatch a plan to make sure there teams is back to winning ways - by bankrupting the other
𝐑𝐄𝐒𝐓 𝐈𝐍 𝐁𝐈𝐓𝐂𝐇 𝐅𝐀𝐂𝐄 → lewis hamilton x fem! black! reader
lewis girlfriend is known for having a resting bitch face but what people also need to realise is she is an absolute sweetheart
𝐒𝐌𝐈𝐋𝐄! 𝐘𝐎𝐔’𝐑𝐄 𝐎𝐍 𝐂𝐀𝐌𝐄𝐑𝐀 → lewis hamilton x fem! singer! reader
when everyone’s favourite couple’s sex tape leaks, all hell breaks loose + collab w/ @h4m1lt0ns | part 2
𝐀𝐋𝐋 𝐅𝐎𝐑 𝐒𝐇𝐎𝐖 → lewis hamilton x fem! singer! reader
false alarm they aren't over people but something is coming that is going to break the internet in all the right ways + collab w/ @h4m1lt0ns | part 1
𝐒𝐔𝐑𝐅𝐄𝐑 𝐁𝐎𝐘 → lewis hamilton x fem! surfer! reader
summer break brings out the best type of content surfer boy lewis provided by his very own surfer girl
𝐓𝐀𝐓𝐓𝐎𝐎𝐄𝐃 𝐇𝐄𝐀𝐑𝐓 → lewis hamilton x fem! latina! tattoo artist! reader
two of the sexiest tattooed people in the world are a couple and everyone loves them so much
𝐕𝐀𝐏𝐄𝐒 𝐀𝐍𝐃 𝐑𝐎𝐒𝐂𝐎𝐄 → lewis hamilton x fem! wife! singer! reader
first performance in four years leads you to re-indulge in something that you vowed to quit, lewis isn't happy but at least roseco's on your side | part 2
𝐅𝐎𝐑𝐆𝐈𝐕𝐄 𝐌𝐄'𝐒 𝐀𝐍𝐃 𝐊𝐈𝐒𝐒 𝐌𝐄'𝐒 → lewis hamilton x fem! wife! singer! reader
after the argument of the previous night lewis woke to an empty house, will it remain like that or will it change? | part 1
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emomattagenda · 21 hours
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c’mere, dressed in black now…
Matt Sturniolo x fem reader smut, inspired by “So It Goes…” by Taylor Swift, for @annamcdonalds67 ‘s writing challenge!
contains: semi-public sex, p in v, oral (female receiving), softdom!matt, unprotected sex (be safe/assume reader is on the pill), praise, a tinyyy bit of degradation, use of Y/N, alcohol mention
summary: Matt wears all black to a party and Y/N is too eager to wait until they’re home. very simple and not a lot of plot but i just thought it was a hot idea!
note: this is my first time posting smut online like, ever. kinda nervous about it but seeing the writing challenge prompts inspired me <3
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reader pov
“see you in the dark…”
When my eyes land on him, my breathing hitches almost immediately. I’m at my friend Tara’s party, and my boyfriend Matt and his brothers were invited too. I arrived about 30 minutes ago and already started having fun, but Matt just walked through the door. I see Nick and Chris go off on their own, and I see Matt scanning the crowd of people before his eyes land on me. He smiles and starts making his way over to me.
“Hey, pretty girl.” He says in my ear where I can hear him over the music. I try to ignore what I’m feeling for now, trying not to focus on his outfit, his rings, the way his hand wrapped around my waist when he greeted me.
“Hey, I was wondering when you guys were gonna get here.” I respond playfully, taking a sip of my drink.
“Fashionably late?” He reasons, making me laugh. He kisses my forehead and we start to talk and hang out but Tara runs up to me.
“Y/N! Come dance with me!” She encourages. I look between her and Matt, conflicted for a brief moment before she speaks again.
“C’mon, you see Matt like every day, this is a party! You both need to have fun!” She says.
“Go have fun, babe. I’ll…mingle or something.” I raise my eyebrow at him, but give in to Tara. It’s probably not good for me to be so close to Matt anyway if I want to be able to control myself. Tara squeals in excitement and grabs my hand, leading me to where people are dancing. But even as I begin to dance and have fun, I catch myself looking for Matt, stealing glances and admiring him in my head.
“you make everyone disappear and…”
I catch myself staring at him multiple times as I dance. Right now he’s across the room talking with Jake and Chris.
“back against the wall…
tripping, tripping when you’re gone”
The way he’s casually leaned against the wall, the way his clothes fit him, the way his hand grasps the cup he’s holding. Everything is driving me insane and I almost feel embarrassed at my lack of self-control, but it just took me completely off guard. I’m hardly paying attention to my surroundings anymore, but thankfully the people around me are having too much fun to notice anything off about me. I lock eyes with Matt across the room and tell Tara I need to go get another drink. Instead I find myself making my way over to Matt, who is alone again now, still leaning against the wall.
“but when you get me alone, it’s so simple
‘cause baby, i know what you know
we can feel it…”
“Missing me already?” Matt asks with a grin, and it just makes things harder.
“You have no idea.” Matt raises an eyebrow at my response.
“Oh yeah? What do you mean by that?” I sigh and pull him down slightly so I can speak closer to his ear.
“I mean that ever since you walked through the door, I’ve wanted you so bad I can’t stand it.” I admit. Matt looks at me a little surprised at my boldness and smirks.
“What’s gotten into you?”
“You just look so fucking good tonight. I mean, you always look good, but…something about you in all black just really drives me crazy.” Matt lets out a quiet laugh.
“Well, when we get home, you can have me, baby. I promise.” And I don’t know if it’s the alcohol giving me a little more courage, or if I’m really just that desperate, but I shake my head and pull him even closer by his chain.
“I don’t think I wanna wait…” I say, looking up and meeting his eyes. The look he gives me goes straight to my core and for a moment I’m worried that he’ll make me wait just to tease me, but he takes my hand and before I know it we’re sneaking off to a bathroom and I’m pressed up against the back of the door, immediately locked in a heated, sloppy kiss, my hands tangling in Matt’s hair. I break the kiss a few times to kiss his jawline, leaving my lipstick behind in any spot I kiss.
“and all the pieces fall right into place…
getting caught up in a moment, lipstick on your face…
so it goes…”
Matt connects our lips again and I moan into the kiss as his hands explore my body, trailing down my sides, gripping my hips. I feel one of his hands reach under my dress and gently touch over my panties and I whimper, growing more desperate for him.
“Please…” I whisper. He chuckles, kissing me again before responding.
“So eager for me, baby…couldn’t even wait to go home…you’re so needy…”
“you know i’m not a bad girl but i do bad things with you…
so it goes…”
Before I say anything else Matt lifts me up and places me on the sink countertop, trailing kisses down my neck as he pushes my dress up and teases my clit through my panties.
“Matt, c’mon, no teasing…” I whisper.
“Aww, why not?” He asks with a fake pout, his tone clearly mocking me.
“We can’t be in here all night…other people will need this bathroom eventually and our friends will wonder where we are…”
“You do have a point. Wouldn’t want anyone to know what an eager little slut you are.” He says. I whimper at his words as he pulls off my panties and kneels down in front of the sink. I feel his tongue between my folds and I have to hold my hand over my mouth to keep quiet, the other hand holding onto Matt’s hair. He looks up at me, his hair slightly falling into his eyes as his lips wrap around my clit, and his expression alone is almost enough to make me cum on the spot. My grip on his hair tightens and my legs wrap around his head, holding him as close as possible as he sucks on my bundle of nerves.
“i make all your gray days clear and
wear you like a necklace…”
He brings his hand up and pushes two fingers into me, curling them upwards in a way that makes me see stars. The combination of his mouth and his fingers is overwhelming and soon enough I can’t hold back anymore. I bite my hand, holding back my noises as I cum, my thighs trembling and my back arching as I struggle to support myself on the counter.
He raises up, licking his fingers clean and leaning in closer to me.
“You look so pretty when you cum…gonna look even prettier taking my cock.” He whispers, unbuckling his belt and pulling his pants and boxers down enough to let his erection spring free.
“c’mere, dressed in black now…
so, so, so it goes…”
He lines his dick up with my entrance and slides in with ease. I start to almost let a moan slip but Matt covers my mouth with his hand.
“Shhh, gotta be quiet for me, princess. You’re taking me so well…” He bites his lip in an attempt to muffle his own noises as he continues fucking me. He picks up his pace and he hits my g-spot, making my eyes roll back as I desperately reach for anything to ground myself, my hands finding their way to his back, my nails digging in through his tshirt.
“scratches down your back now…
so, so, so it goes…”
“God, it feels so good when you clench around me, you gonna cum again for me?” Matt whispers and I nod eagerly. Matt uses his free hand to rub circles on my clit as he fucks me. I feel my second orgasm wash over me, my whole body trembling, crying out into his hand that’s still covering my mouth.
“Fuck, that’s it, that’s my girl, you look so fucking pretty when you’re cumming on my cock, gonna fill you up…” He whispers almost incoherently as his hips stutter. He leans into me, burying his face in my neck to muffle his moans as he cums inside me. We both whimper as he pulls out, his load dripping out of my entrance.
“I’ll never get tired of watching that…” He says breathlessly and we both giggle. He cleans himself up and helps me clean up, helping me put my panties back on and fixing my dress before lifting me into his arms off the sink, kissing my forehead.
“You ready to get back out there?” He asks. I smile up at him.
“We actually probably will have to go home soon, I’m way too fucked out to party now.” We both laugh quietly again.
“Alright, I’ll tell Nick and Chris you wanted to leave. I can come back and get them later or they can get an Uber. I’ll meet you at the car?” He starts to set me down on my feet but I hold onto him for support.
“Ah, you might wanna help me to the car. I don’t think I can walk very well right now.” My face warms up. Matt grins and kisses my cheek.
“Anything for you, princess.”
“you did a number on me
but honestly, baby, who’s counting?”
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feenxpit · 3 days
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Hazbin Hotel Characters as John Mulaney Quotes ★
✧˖° Maaaan, I really wanted to start writing some fics today, but I had zero ideas. So now, you guys are getting this. Isn’t that fun? This is my first written impression on this fandom? Great. Welcome to my first written post outside of an introduction. It gets dumber from here! <3
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** I tried really hard to do multiple quotes for everyone, but unfortunately, some only have one.
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— Charlie —
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“Woah! That tall child looks terrible! Get some rest, tall child. You can’t keep burning the candle at both ends!”
“I try to stay a little optimistic, even though I will admit things are getting pretty sticky.”
“The more you do stuff, the better you get at dealing with how you still fail at it a lot of the time.”
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— Vaggie —
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“Brush your teeth! Now, boom! Orange juice! THAT’S LIFE!”
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— Angel Dust —
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“He wanted guys to take their shirts off in his apartment. You’re all uncomfortable now, but I’m way over it. And also, if you think this story ends with me being like: And I said absolutely not— you’re about to be SO disappointed!”
*being asked his name by police* “They call me Baby J out on these streets!”
“If you eat enough ass and suck enough dick, one day, you can sell drugs.”
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— Husker —
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“I’ll keep all my emotions right here, and then one day, I’ll die.”
“For those of you who don’t know what it is, blackout drinking is when your brain goes to sleep, but your body gets all ‘Eye of the Tiger’ and soldiers on.”
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— Sir Pentious —
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“You could pour soup into my lap and I’d probably apologize to you!”
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— Cherri Bomb —
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“Hey, do you want me to kill that guy for you? Because it sounds like he sucks, and I will totally kill that guy for you.”
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— Lucifer —
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“When one feels like a duck, one is happy!”
“We all got divorced, and now our reputation is different!”
“I am very small… and I have no money… so you can imagine the amount of stress that I am under.”
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— Alastor —
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“I said no. You know, like a liar.”
*Hotel residents talking about the time they asked Alastor for McDonald’s* “He pulled into the drive-thru, and we started cheering, and then he ordered one black coffee for himself and kept driving.”
“He was a man most acquainted with misery. He could look at a child and guess the price of their coffin.”
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Bonus (because it was too fitting)…
— Susan —
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“Beat it, bozo!”
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Thanks for reading! ~ <3
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fadelion · 2 days
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I'd really dig a Duke solo run right now. Or rather, a Duke focused run that shows off Gotham during the day again and has minimal appearances from other bats and established heroes. Something that shows how he runs things when it's just coming down to him. And brings the old Robin Crew back.
I admit, I feel like the curing of his parents was kinda anticlimactic. Like, if Metamorpho can synthesize a cure for Joker Gas, that guy needs to be on speed-dial. (Is he probably busy and hard to reach like every other hero trying to do this full time while maintaining a personal life? Probably? Would I offer him some of that Batman money to make some time every few weeks or so to examine all the various toxins and such used by multiple Gotham villains? Absolutely.) So, maybe that cure didn't work. Not permanently. A rare misread from Metamorpho, something that he could've and would've fixed ifnhed seen it. Maybe that gas mutates the victim over time, and if they stay dosed long enough, they start to relapse, even if cured. What if Duke's parents just have the occasional fit of mad laughter. Just an incident here, once or twice a month or so. But they seem to get longer each time, and then they start happening once a week. Twice a week. Every other day. And Duke is starting to freak out, running himself ragged on his off time to try to figure out what went wrong.
At some point, he recalls a case he was on that he never really got a chance to fully close out: The White Market. This place (seen in Batman - Case Files: Signal) was a whole villian swap meet, full of interesting gear, tools, spoils, and inventions, all hidden on a whole other wavelength that most people can't even see. Maybe some other villian has a cure-all for this kind of thing, or just something useful until Metamorpho gets free (the man muttered something about a "Danger Street" in one of the quickest phone calls Duke ever had, and Black Lightning and Katana are probably still on the same kind of stuff they were doing when Jason ran into them a few months back). Maybe, after some time has passed, they feel comfortable opening up a Gotham access point again, now that the heat seems to have died down.
Of course, there was a whole other half to that incident. Mainly that a Riko and Dax, somehow empowered by a tech billionaire, showed up to work the same case, Riko leeching Duke's powers to match the wavelength necessary to get into the White Market in the first place. Yeah, it ended with a blown cover and Duke getting beat bad enough that they were able to confirm he has a healing factor, but it's still unfinished business, and going toe to toe and blow for blow with people that used to be friends can't leave a good taste in his mouth. And it's not just Duke trying to figure it out. After all, you don't throw money like that into a project, and then scrap it, especially one of the steps in your plan is to jump a Bat (the new, daytime Bat, but still a bat). So they have to be still looking, right? If he can find a way into that tech guy's system, maybe he can get hold of some information he missed.
So, Duke has with a conversation with Tim about what Duke plans to do (because anybody else is busy (Nightwing running the Titans/League, Red Hood... "recovering"), out of the city (I think Batman is off world in comics at the moment? There's a current running comic about it. ), or might try to stop/join him (Oracle, Black Bat, and Spoiler, who have a Birds of Prey thing running right now, IIRC, and Robin, who's probably helping hold down the night shift). And Tim is all for it, willing to cover some things for him as long as Duke is sharing information and doesn't get himself killed. Duke makes sure Tim has Izzy's contact info and vice versa, and maybe emergency Hatch access, and he's out in the streets the next day, trying to find an access point for information on the place where he might find a cure for his parents. Only instead of a Bat over his shoulder, he's got Izzy in his ear and just his own skills in the field against assorted villians, another billionaire, and whatever he's still gotta deal with in the day to day to even have the time for this.
And all the while, there's a part of him thinking that maybe he can get the old crew back together instead. If they don't beat each other senseless on sight first, anyway.
Or maybe after. A win is a win.
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gregmarriage · 22 days
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me as a kid being like ‘i wanna stay home all day and do whatever i want!’ and adult me being chronically ill, disabled and bed ridden ✌🏻
#like be careful what you wish for kid#sisters to me at 2020 new year’s being all ‘i just want something interesting to happen!!’#i think you can see where this is going#like yeah something ‘interesting’ did happen#a global pandemic happened and you got really sick and hospitalised multiple times#more times than you ever have in your life#august isn’t just my birthday month anymore#it’s also the anniversary of being getting hospitalised for the first time and all the horrible shit starting up#which is fun#like i’m turning 25 this year and then like 3 days later: trauma time!!!#it’s been four years this year#actually quite sickening#four years ago i was physically healthy#this shit really does just come out of nowhere sometimes and completely changes your life and you just have to deal with it#because you can’t change it no matter how much you might wish for it#all the people thinking they’d never get disabled#neither did i#no one expects to be 21 and stuck in a hospital bed#i’ve blacked out most of that time#like i genuinely don’t remember most of my 20s#even the non traumatic stuff#my brain just decided to get rid of it#and i can’t tell if my personality is bred from trauma or just bc i’m in my 20s now#it’s so hard to work out#bc i’m unsure if ppl who knew me before would even recognise me#have i changed or am completely the same?#i suppose being recently manic has left me questioning a lot of things#i’m basically revisiting a lot of stuff in an attempt to better cope and understand my triggers etc so i can better deal with the next one#honestly my brain has blacked so much out i don’t even remember having manic episodes#even tho i basically know i did
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oli-ivia · 3 months
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dude I just remembered that one time my school had a bomb threat
I learned about it the next day from like two of my friends
it was a false alarm and there was no bomb
but we had a police officer there at school like almost everyday for the rest of the year
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Spicy Smooth Kurt and Fluffy Kurt who come running when they hear the back door open in the morning because they know it’s breakfast time. Spicy Kurt will hiss at me the entire time he’s following me to the feeding area by the garage. Fluffy Kurt meows.
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It’s enjoyable just to be around you 👑 👓 (Patreon)
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soldier-poet-king · 2 years
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The repressed teenage, manic post depressive episode urge to radically reinvent myself for absolutely no reason
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bisexualrapline · 2 years
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gojonanami · 3 months
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❝ 𝐇𝐄𝐘 𝐄𝐌𝐎 𝐁𝐎𝐘! ❞
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❝ COME ON, FUCK ME, EMO BOY!! ❞
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✧ pairing: emo boy! choso kamo x f!reader ✧ summary: saw this boy at the mall last week. got the kind of look to make me freak. wanna fuck in the back of the hot topic? ✧ warnings: 18+, nsfw, so much smut, emo boy! choso, sex toys (vibrators, clit sucker), multiple orgasms, semi-exhibitionism, public sex (sex in the back of hot topic, sex in a changing room), fingering (f! receiving), oral (f! + m! receiving), big dick choso (but honey, that dick was 11 inches), also mahito + yuji make appearances, art by @/SS_utr3n. ✧ wc: 5.3K
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It had been a while since you had stepped into a Hot Topic (a while meaning three days or three years, take your pick). But this had been the third time this week you had been to this specific Hot Topic, and now you were sure the manager of the place had your badly taken picture and description scrawled in some notebook as a potential shoplifter. 
But it wasn’t the merchandise you were looking to pick up. 
It was him. 
You saw him when you were browsing the clearance rack, knelt down, evaluating whether you needed another blind box item that will inevitably not contain the character you were looking for (but on the plus side, it was on sale?), when you heard a deep voice speak. 
“Excuse me,” you glance up as you spot him — and you swear your breath gets stuck somewhere between your windpipe and your lungs, because you don’t breathe while this man kneels down next to you to place more items on clearance. Spiky black locks tied up messily on either side, fringe bangs falling in front of his face as he bent down, a tattoo across the bridge of his nose and was that — dark purple eyeshadow around his eyes — and his eyes — god, his eyes were gorgeous, a deep dark brown — and you swore, was that a hint of purple in his irises? 
He was everything that your teen self had wanted — the same guys whose profiles you had looked at growing up and thought were so hot. You caught a glance at the My Chemical Romance t-shirt as he stood, in black jeans, as he catches you staring, “Can I help you find something?” His tone was casual, but he was curious — probably curious why you were staring at him with wide-eyed saucers. 
“No, no, sorry, I—” no, don’t tell the hot Hot topic worker that he is hot — first of all its confusing, second of all— “I just wanted to say, I like your t-shirt,” 
Fuck. out of all the things to say — I like your style, I like your fit, I like your hair — you had to pick the most generic ass comment. 
He only nods, but you catch the barest upward twitch of the corner of his lip, “thanks,” 
And that’s all it took — you now needed to see him smile. 
Over the next few days innocently shopping at Hot Topic, you find out his name is Choso from one of the other workers, Mahito, calling his name. His hair is usually in those buns, but one of the days his hair was down, and you heard him complain that his hair ties had snapped. 
And his hair looked so good down, his long inky locks fell past his shoulders, but this was your chance to talk to him — “i have some extra hair ties, if you want them,” you offer him a few hair ties, “I overheard you talking with the other worker, I hope you don’t mind,” 
And he shakes his head, his lips quirked in that almost smile that makes your heart squeeze. 
Fuck. 
“Not at all, thank you,’ and his fingers brush yours as he takes the hair ties, and you turn to leave, but his voice stops you, “what was your name? I didn’t catch it last time,” 
You tell him, smiling, “Your name is Choso, right? I saw it on your nametag,” and he’s biting his lip, tilting his head in question, as you flush, cheeks burning, “I’ve noticed you a couple times when I’ve come in— not in a weird way, I just—” 
“I’ve noticed you too,” and finally he’s smiling — and you know he’s got you, you know you’re fucked. 
And you do get fucked — in the back of Hot Topic during his break. 
It had been a few weeks of you two talking and flirting, until finally, during his break he’s got you snuck into the back to show you the merchandise they haven’t put out yet. And you scoff when you come across a bullet vibrator, “you guys sell these?” 
He shrugs, “They started to in the last few years, not a lot. They don’t want the parents to become too outraged, but just enough,” And you snort, turning the bullet over in your fingers curiously, “have you never used one before?” 
And your cheeks burn, as you bite your lip, “No I never have,” and the next question stumbles out as a joke, “why? Wanna help me learn?” And you want to bite your tongue, but you’re too busy with the foot in your mouth to do so, and before you can apologize he speaks. 
“I would,” 
And your eyes snap to his, and you realize how close he’s standing, his eyes not filled with humor but something else — lust? — and his lips curled in a small smile. 
Fuck. 
“You’re gonna have to be a little quieter, love,” he’s murmuring in your ear, pressing kisses to your neck, as you’re pressed between his firm chest and the metal storage rack, fingers laced as you held on, the vibration between your thighs the only thing ringing in your ears. 
But how can you be quiet? 
The bullet vibrator is pressed right against your clit, and his thick fingers are parting your folds, so close to sinking into you, his deep voice whispering in your ear, hot breath against your neck. 
And the coil in your stomach is only growing tighter and tighter, and your squeals only grow more and more insistent. His fingers sunk into your mouth, “suck,” he ordered, and your cunt twitches at the demand, as you do, sucking and licking messily on his fingers, “good girl,” 
And he clicks the button of the vibrator again, increasing the vibration, making your eyes widen, a gasp around his fingers, “so responsive,” he groans, as your legs grow weak, and he’s stepping forward to steady you, but it also settles his dick between your ass. 
He’s huge. 
The bulge presses into you, drawing a hiss from his lips as you lean back against it, “Trying to tease me, sweetheart?” And he’s pulling his fingers from his mouth, a string of spit connecting from his fingers to your lips, “don’t forget who’s teaching you,” and he sinks his spit soaked fingers into your needy cunt, making your back arch into his body, “so tight, despite the vibrator,” he hums.
“Choso, please—” and he starts to fuck his fingers in and out, the squelch of your cunt ringing in your ears mixing with the buzz of the vibrator — you’re already so close, “I'm—” 
“Cum for me,” he’s grunting, as his fingers reach even deeper inside you, dragging against your walls as he curls them, finding that one spot that has you seeing stars. And your moan as you cum is stifled against your own palm, as he only maxes out the vibration and fucks you through your orgasm, “one more for me, pretty, you can do it,” 
“No, no, Choso, please too much, can’t—” and he only presses sweet kisses to your neck, and how are you already close — you just had orgasmed, but the coil in your stomach is growing tighter by the second, and you’re nearly crying when you cum again, your slick dripping down his fingers and the vibrator as he eases it from you, and then splatters onto the dirty tile floor of the backroom of Hot Topic.
“Good girl,” he murmurs as he’s tilting your head back and around for a kiss. And you catch a glimpse of the glint of your release on his black painted nails as he presses the pads into your mouth, your tongue swirling around his digits and sucking them clean, “that’s it, clean up your mess f’me,” and his other hand is wiping the tears from your eyes, “so pretty when you cry — can’t wait to make you do it again.”
Your cunt twitches at the thought, your cum still dripping down your thighs, “Again?” and he’s pressing another sinful kiss to your lips, “You didn’t think this would be our only lesson, did you?” 
And it wasn’t — the next lesson was spent in the fitting rooms, during a particular dead early afternoon in the store — and he had you spread on the fitting room bench, your black jeans pulled down to your ankles, as his head found its way between your thighs. You could barely hold back your whimpers as he pressed all too hot kisses to the sensitive skin of your inner thighs, burning already with his warm breath. It was too much. 
He was too much. 
“How’s that feel?” dark eyes flicking up to meet yours, half lidded with lust, as he watches your panting face, your head against the wall of the fitting room, “use your words, love,” 
“Too good, Cho-so,” the last syllable of his names escapes your lips in a gasp, as your cunt twitches as his lithe fingers tease you through the soaked material of your panties, “please, please, need you,” 
“What do you need?” and his fingers pull away, as his lips press a kiss to your puffy clit, pulling a whine from you, “what do you want me to do?” 
“Please, just—” and he’s tugging your panties aside, cool air rushing over your all too hot pussy, “please just touch me — with your fingers or mouth—” 
And his tongue drags over your messy cunt, and god, it feels too good — but a twinge makes you pause, and when you feel it draw a circle around your clit, you realize what it is — he has a tongue piercing. Your fingers thread their way in his black locks, resisting the urge to grab at his hair buns. 
He grunts, vibrations against your wet cunt, as you pull him impossibly closer to where you needed him most, his nose bumping against your clit, “you smell so good — how’s that possible?” and your eyes squeeze shut as his hands press your thighs further apart. 
That’s when you both hear the click of the entrance, and the door swinging shut — shit, the door — he forgot to lock it. Forgot when you had pulled him into a kiss right when he was ready to take a lunch break, all other thoughts had flown out of his brain once he let those doors swing shut and your lips had met his — well, left his brain and flooded southward. He also didn’t think a customer would be persistent enough to try the door and wander in when the doors were shut and the closed sign was hung up. 
“Choso, should we—” and the footsteps draw closer — and fuck — did you get wetter? And tighter — his moan is muffled against your walls, “Choso, stop, we—” 
“You don’t mean that,” he whispers, dark, half lidded eyes look up at you, your essence and his spit soaking his lips and dripping down his chin. And the footsteps are receding, the sounds of the shuffling and clinking of clothes hangers on racks in the distance, but all you can hear are the sounds of the wet, needy squelch of your cunt, “you aren’t being honest — but you are down here,” and his lips find your clit, sucking lightly, making your head jerk back, “want them to know how good I make you feel,” his lips leave your clit with a small pop, before murmuring against the soft skin of your thigh, “be quiet for me, baby,” and his tongue slips back into your cunt. 
He’s nearly slurping your juices up, his tongue tasting every inch of you, deliciously dragging against your twitching walls with his piercing, as your toes curl and your mouth parts in a muffled moan, one hand clamped over your mouth, and the other digging into his scalp. How could the person not hear you? How couldn’t they hear the wet squelch of your cunt as Choso fucked it with his tongue? How couldn’t they hear your badly swallowed moans and the sounds of your heart pounding out of your chest — and if they did, they certainly didn’t care enough to stop browsing through the fucking store. 
And you’re close, so fucking close, and you don’t hear the footsteps drawing close to the fitting rooms because your ears only can hear the wet suck of his mouth against your clit or the press of his tongue in and out of your folds, your thighs twitching under his grasp, fingers pressed into your flesh, “Choso, I’m so—” 
“Cum f’me, need to feel you cum around my tongue,” he sucks on your clit hard, teeth grazing the sensitive spot, and you cum, hard, your hand forsaking your lips to find purchase on his head, squirting all over his face as you did, soaking him along with the bench of the fitting room. And you can’t help the whimpers and moans that left your lips, as he lapped up your release without a care. 
And you slump against the wall of the fitting room, body still buzzing from your orgasm, as he finally pulls his tongue out, glancing up at you. Your chest heaves as you watch him lick your cum from his lips and chin, before wiping the rest away, and your eyes drift downward to the erection he was palming. And your fingers unconsciously reach for it, when your hear a door slam shut making your both jump. 
You cover your mouth — the customer, and Choso’s eyes meets yours, as the two of you break out in a laugh, “Fucking lock the door next time,” you sigh, covering your burning face with your hands, as Choso chuckles, lips curled in a smile.
“So there’s going to be a next time?” he tilts his head, and you flush. 
How could he go from eating you out like a desperate man without water to this innocent puppy? “Not if you don’t lock the door,” 
“It’s their fault for coming in when the doors were closed and there was a sign that said closed in big letters on the door,” and you shake your head, as he draws closer, “now, I have twenty minutes of lunch left — so where were we?” 
And you push him towards the changing room door, “Go lock the door first,” and he relents, chuckling. 
“Just for that, I’m going to look for the clit sucker I couldn’t find before.” 
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The two of you had fallen into a pattern. 
And you had become a regular at Hot Topic. You hung around him as he stocked the shelves, did inventory, price re-labeling, and even as he spoke to customers. You watched other customers speak to Choso, even flirt with him, but he never cracked a smile. Two girls were very persistent, but they deflated as he walked away after answering their questions, brushing past you, his hand brushing against your ass discreetly. Heat rushes to your cheeks, your head snapping to him as his lips curl when your eyes catch his gaze. But even so…
You still were just as clueless of where you stood with him as you were when this started. 
“You two have been pretty hot and heavy lately, huh?” you nearly jump out of your skin, as Mahito smiles knowingly at you, leaning against the counter with a shiteating grin. 
“What are you—” 
“Please, like we don’t know what goes on in the back during breaks?” he raises an eyebrow, as you bite your lip, “plus, never have I seen that gloomy guy smile, much less as much he does with you,” 
“Really?” your eyes find him again, as he crouches and lines up blind boxes on one of the shelves — but you can’t help the nagging question circling in the back of your mind — why hasn’t he asked you out yet? The two of you have hooked up, in and out of the store, but he still hadn’t asked you on a date. Even in the last few weeks, the two of you hadn’t even spent any real time together, except for your visits to the store -- he hasn't even taken you into the back. For all you know, you’re one of many people he’s bedding. Even if he doesn’t seem the type. 
“What? Trouble in paradise?” Mahito pulls you from your thoughts, head tilted and all too eager, “what’s wrong?” 
“No, it’s—“ he cuts you off with a look, and you relent with a slight pout, “he just hasn’t asked me out yet, I’m just wondering what he’s thinking—“ 
“Well, I definitely don’t think he’s seeing anyone else,” he hums, “but he does tend to go straight home a lot when you’re not around. Maybe something is going on at home?” And then he’s pushing you towards him, “no time like the present to find out,” 
“Mahito—“ 
“Choso! How about you and your favorite regular go for a quick walk and get us some drinks from the food court?” He grins, offering some money,  “be a doll, won’t you?” 
Choso sighs, “Fine,” and he brushes past you, taking the cash, before glancing back at you, “you coming?” 
You glance between the two of them, before following him out of the store. You both walk in relative silence, slipping past customers, as you reach the food court. Choso orders, paying with the cash Mahito gave, as he passes you one of the drinks, “Choso, can I ask you something?” 
His eyes slide to you, “Of course,” and god, his eyes stop your thoughts in their tracks — he’s so unfairly gorgeous, funny, sweet — you didn’t want to screw this up. You open your mouth to speak when you hear a voice. 
“Big bro, that you?” A rush of pink hair and energy is wrapped around Choso all of a sudden, “I didn’t think you got off until later,” it’s a teen boy, maybe fifteen or sixteen, his arm wrapped around Choso, and a varsity jacket on — this was Choso’s brother?
Choso cracked his rare smile, “I don’t get off until later, Yuji, but I came to grab a drink for Mahito,” and Yuji’s gaze slides to you. 
“Oh, I’m sorry I didn’t see you there,” he smiles a thousand watt smile, “I’m Yuji Itadori, Choso’s brother,” and he’s glancing between you and his brother, before his mouth falls into an ‘o,’ “are you his girlfriend?” 
“Yuji—“ Choso starts, a hint of a blush across his cheeks, as you stifle a laugh, “I thought you said you were going to study at home with Fushiguro.” 
“I wanted to see you when your shift got off — I thought we could have dinner together,” Yuji pouts, and Choso cracks in an instant, his lips curling. 
This boy had his brother wrapped around his finger. 
“Ok, but don’t goof off. Make sure to study,” and Yuji nods. 
“Nice to meet you,” and he leans in to whisper, “treat my brother good, ok?” And you flush, before nodding, as Choso raises an eyebrow, out of earshot. 
“I will,” 
“Cho, tell Mahito to fuck off for me,” and he’s off again, gone as fast as he came.
“Sorry about that,” Choso sighs, still a smile on his lips as he watches his brother in the distance, claiming one of the food court tables for himself and his friend, as he sits down next to a black haired boy, assumedly Fushiguro, “didn’t know Yuji would be here,” 
“I didn’t know you had a brother,” and he bites his lip. 
“It’s relatively new — we’re half brothers, but he just came back into my life. He doesn’t really have any other biological family. His grandfather just passed, and he’s staying with a teacher whose decided to foster him,” the two of you begin to walk back to the store, his gaze fixed downwards at the tacky mall carpeting, “he’s been staying with me for the last few weeks, while his foster father went on a vacation to Malaysia,” 
And now the pieces were clicking into place, “And that’s why you’ve been going home a lot lately,” and his dark eyes find yours with a tilt of his head, “I mean, you just haven’t had a lot of time lately,” you can’t meet his gaze, “it must be a lot to have a teenager staying with you.” 
“Yeah, he eats everything in the house, and he’s staying in my living room, which leaves little in the way of privacy,” and you can still feel the prickle of his gaze on you, “but I could use a break,” and you finally look and see a soft expression on his face, the same insecurity you had reflected in his gaze. 
No time like the present, right?
“Well, should we maybe go on a date?” and his cheeks flush a pretty red, all the way to the tips of his ears, “we’ve done plenty of other things that a couple would do, like—” 
And he’s shaking his head, “I know, I know!” he’s the one who can’t meet your eyes now, chewing his lip, “I’d like that — I get off my shift tonight at eight, I told Yuji we’d hang out, but I’m sure he wouldn’t mind postponing—” 
“We can always do it tomorrow, I don’t want to keep you from your brother,” and his lips curl into a smile, “he’s a good kid,” 
“He is,” and his fingers find yours again, “I can tell Mahito that I’ll lock up tonight, and maybe after I do, we could—” 
“Have another lesson?” 
And eight o’clock rolls around far too slow, but Choso definitely isn’t moving slow when it’s only the two of you. 
He’s pulling you into the back again, the door swinging shut behind the two of you, his fingers tight around your wrists as he’s pulling you into a bruising kiss, forcing your lips to part with a gasp, his tongue flicking against yours. The smooth surface of his piercing grazes against your tongue. 
And his fingers find the back of your neck, deepening the kiss impossibly, as his other hand slips down the curves of your body, pulling you against him, his clothed cock brushing against your aching cunt. 
Fuck. You had almost forgotten how big he was. 
And when you hear the zipper of his black jeans, you nearly melt against him, “Choso, please—” 
“I have to get you ready first, love,” his fingers find their way to the front of your jeans and undo the button, tugging the fabric down to your ankles. Cool air raises goosebumps across your skin, the pads of his fingers press against the wet patch of your panties, and he’s groaning, “but maybe I don’t,” 
“Fuck, so wet for me, aren’t you?” he murmurs, as he’s walking you backwards, into one of the racks, his fingers press into the soft flesh of your thighs. And two fingers hook around the waistband of your underwear, joining your jeans, pooling around your ankles, “nearly ready now, but I still have to loosen you up,” his fingers tease your outer lips, dripping with your release. 
One of his finger’s slips in with practiced ease, making your hips jolt against his hand, your fingers curling around the metal bars of the rack in front of you. His finger was so much thicker and longer than yours, his digit toyed with your walls, teasing and stretching until he drew a soft groan from your lips. He was the only one who could make you this desperate, his lips pressed against your neck, the heat from his body has your mind reeling with pleasure. 
“Mmm, Choso, more—" and he’s adding another finger inside your still all too tight entrance, making you whimper, as the intrusion is all too much after a few weeks of not having him inside you. 
“So greedy,” he murmurs, the wet squelch of your cunt ringing in your ears, “you’re practically sucking me in, but it’s still not enough for you, is it?” his tongue drags against the outer shell of your ear, his piercing against your skin, before his mouth envelops your earlobe and sucks. 
His fingers are fucking you open, your eyes screwed shut as the tips brush against that spot, heat flooding your body. And you don’t hear the shuffling of his other hand through a box, until you hear the sound of sucking, “Choso—“ and he’s pressing the sucker against your clit, your mouth falling open as pleasure rips up your spine, the sucking sensation with the lewd noises of your pussy being finger fucked is too much. 
You cum all over his hand, your hand clamping over your mouth so no one hears your moans — and your legs quake as you come down from your high, as he eases his fingers from you, “so pretty,” he murmurs, and you can feel his dark, lidded eyes on your drenched cunt, watching your sticky release cling to his fingers, purple painted nails glinting in the low light. 
And he’s leaning forward, kissing down your back, as he turns you around gently, so your back is pressed against the rack. You kick off your underwear and pants. You’re still panting, chest rising and falling as his fingers press to your chin, lifting it so you meet his gaze, as he sucks his fingers clean of your cum. Heat pools again, as his fingers undo the leather belt and he’s tugging his jeans and black boxers down to his knees, his erection springs out, slapping against his stomach. 
Your mouth runs dry. 
Fuck, he’s even bigger than you thought. 
Ten inches? No, maybe eleven. How was that even possible? That shit would break you — but fuck — your cunt twitches — you kind of want it to break you. 
“Like what you see, Princess?” you lick your lips in response, and in a trance, your fingers are reaching for him, curling around the base before you slowly start to pump him. You’re rewarded with a moan, a noise that goes straight to your cunt, as your fingers move faster, trying to find the right rhythm. Pre-cum leaks from the top, as you tease his tip, before stroking back up the length of it. 
And he’s a beautiful mess, his pale features flushed a gorgeous red, as he presses his hand against his mouth so his moans wouldn’t resonate. And his pre-cum drips all over your fingers, slipping down your wrist even, as you lean forward to lick it off your own skin, while you meet his gaze. 
His head lolls back, eyes screwed shut now, and your fingers drift to his sack, stroking and teasing while your lips find the tip, sucking lightly before your tongue drags over the length of his cock. And god, he’s going to blow his load now, if you keep doing that, from the way his hips rock against your touch. 
His fingers weave into your hair, nails digging into your scalp, “Baby, ngh, it’s too good—fuck—” he’s so close, twitching in your mouth as you suck him from tip to base, tracing his slit with the tip of your tongue, “shit, I can’t—” and you suck hard on his cock, massaging his balls, and he’s gone — he’s pumping his cock into your mouth as his cum spurts down your throat, as you swallow it all too greedily. You pull away with a pop, a string of cum and saliva connecting you to his dick still, before you wipe it away. 
He’s leaning against the rack, chest heaving as he watches you with lust blown out eyes, sweat sheen on his face, “Haa, baby, s’good f’me,” and somehow he’s still hard, as you rise to your feet, thighs pressed together, your eyes fixed on his cock, “you don’t have to—” 
And he’s still so sweet — his eyebrows knit together as he’s examining you with concern, but you’re only shaking your head, as you press a sweet kiss to his lips, “I need you, Choso, please,” and he’s nodding, lips meeting yours in a heady kiss that steals your breath, and he’s made you brace yourself against the rack, fingers curled around the cool metal. 
Your folds are exposed to him, slick and dripping, even wetter than before, “You liked sucking me off that much, love?” he murmurs, kissing your neck, before he’s dragging the tip of his cock against your needy cunt, “I’ll go slow,” he assures you, as you nod. 
He’s sinking into you inch by inch — and not even halfway, you already feel like you’re ready to burst, “So big, Choso, I—” and he’s murmuring quiet reassurances, as he’s parting your folds, the pain drawing a gasp from your lips, as he finally bottoms out. 
“S’good, baby, so tight,” he’s moaning, You’re taking deep breaths, pain ebbing with each second that passes. Choso pressing sweet kisses to your neck, his hands slipping under your shirt to tease your perked nipples, mixing pain with pleasure. Tears burn at your tear ducts, as you breathe shaky breaths, and finally pain ebbs away, and pleasure grows in its place.
“S’full, so big,” you pant, growing more needy by the second, he’s reaching places you’d only dreamt of — his leaking tip kissing your cervix, “move, p-please—ah!” 
And he does as you say, pulling ever so slowly out before pushing back in, grunting as he does as your tight cunt adjusts to his size and length — bullying your insides in a way no toy could ever compare to. You swear you can feel every inch, every curve, every vein as he rocks into you. 
“So pretty f’me,” he’s moaning, stifled by his bitten lip, as your walls only seem to pull him back deeper each time he pulls out,  “so perfect, take me so well,” he’s murmuring, as he teases your tits between his thumb and forefinger, “pretty cunt made just for me, isn’t that right, Princess?” 
“Yes, yes, Choso,” and his pace only grows faster, just as his groans grow louder. 
“No one else can fuck you like this, make you feel this good, can’t wait to feel you cummin’ around me,” he’s panting, his fingers tweaking your nipples, squeezing, as he fucks you deeper and deeper, his tip hitting your cervix deliciously again and again, “feels s’good, so wet and warm for me—” his hand comes down on your ass now, making you gasp, your cunt squeezing around him. 
Drool slips from your mouth, as you get closer and closer to cumming — the telltale flutter of your walls, “Choso, I’m coming, I can’t—” 
“Cum for me, let me fill you up,” and his fingers reach around to press a vibrator to your clit, and you’re cumming, falling apart on his cock, as he continues to fuck you through your orgasm. The squelch of your cunt and the way you squeeze him has him falling apart, spurting and painting your walls. 
The two of you slump forward, your legs nearly buckling, as you cling to the rack, before he’s easing both of you back onto a bench in the stock room. Your quiet pants fill the silence of the room, as he eases himself out, groaning as you both watch your mixed releases leak out of your cunt. 
“I don’t think I can walk after that,” and he chuckles in your ear, pressing a kiss to your neck. 
“Don’t worry, I’ll carry you,” and you laugh, his favorite noise in the world, as you slowly turn, making him groan as your soaked pussy grinds against his dick. 
“So then you can lift me up when I drop it?” your lips are curled in that same smile that had him hypnotized from the moment he saw it, and he can only reply with a bruising kiss, his tongue slipping into your mouth, as you sunk yourself onto his dick again. 
God. He needed to buy you tickets to Warped Tour. 
~~~
The next time you show up to Hot Topic, you weren’t showing up to buy any merchandise. 
“Hey emo boy!” you call out, making Choso turn with a smile on his lips — the one especially reserved for you. 
“Hi baby,” he murmurs, kissing you softly, his arm around your waist, “I’m almost done. I just have to punch out.” 
You lean in, words whispered against his ear, “And then you’re gonna come fuck me?” 
You were picking up your boyfriend. 
He smiles, wrapping an arm around your waist, before kissing you again, “You know I will.” 
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bbibbirose · 3 months
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sometimes I realize I rlly don’t know some of the ppl in my life as well as I thought I did
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theragethatisdesire · 9 months
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scary dog privilege - best friend!eren x reader one-shot, 18+!!
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hellooooo i have had this in my wips for like two entire months and i am giddy and ready to share it. this hopefully will just be a one-shot, but you guys know i love to create a universe for each of my erens so god only knows where we'll end up with this one. best friend eren appears to be my angstiest, broodiest one yet, and i love him lol. wanted to make some use of classic fanfic tropes, so here we get best friend eren and fake dating!! woohoo!!
beware: this is absolute, pure filth once you get into it lol
pairing: eren jaeger x afab reader
wc: 9.1k
DISCLAIMER: this post contains MATURE CONTENT that is intended only for those over 18. if you are a minor, please do not read below the cut.
CWs: smut, consensual hook-up, rough sex, biting, dirty talk, oral sex (fem!receiving), alcohol use, cussing, squirting, penetrative vaginal sex, swearing, use of names (baby, pretty baby, my girl), crying, multiple orgasms, eren being a menace per usual, jean's an asshole (i'm so sorry you guys know i love him but it had to happen)
have fun ;)
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This is a terrible idea, and it had been from the start. You know it and so does he, but you had insisted. Now that you’ve made your bed, you have to lay in it, you suppose. You press your forehead to the cold, tinted window of Eren’s ridiculous muscle car, ignoring the vibrations from the rock music he’s blaring and the consistent fluttering in your stomach, and think back to your conversation earlier that week.
“Come on, Eren. It’s just one night!”
“And what about after? When you run into Sasha at the coffee place or Armin after work? Did we just suddenly ‘break up’?” Eren scoffs, pushing past you to grab a Red Bull out of the fridge. You collapse into one of the barstools in his kitchen, having prepared yourself to accept defeat from the moment you posed the question.
“I just can’t face him alone,” you sigh, “it’s only been four months and Sasha told me he’s hooked up with not one, not two, but three girls already. I haven’t even had a drunken makeout at the bar.”
“So? Just because Jean’s been whoring around doesn’t mean you have anything to prove.” Eren's tone is thoroughly unimpressed as he pops the tab to his energy drink.
“You’re my best friend. I just need one tiny favor.”
“Who would even believe us? It’s not like it’s a huge party- we know everyone going.”
You cock an eyebrow. “How many times have Annie and Mikasa tried to con us into a double date? Connie’s been teasing us for years, not to mention the waiter at lunch the other day–”
“Fine!”
“Fine?”
“Fine. I’ll be your date for one night. But all of the explaining is up to you. And,” Eren takes a sip, leveling a glare at you over the top of the can, “I’m going on the record as saying that this is a bad idea.”
He may be reckless, arrogant, and a bit of a brat, but if Eren Jaeger is one thing consistently, he was right. You chance a glance at your “date”. He’s in his typical uniform: black hoodie, black jeans, the little silver chain he never takes off, key swinging over his chest as he turns the car. He looks good, appealing even. If Jean dares to show up with a girl, she won’t consider you to have downgraded, that’s for sure.
You consider your own outfit, an anxious fist tightening in your stomach at the thought of seeing Jean for the first time as an ex. He would have hated it. Your nothing-to-the-imagination outfit is all thanks to Sasha.
You had clued Sasha in on the plan; you hoped having one more agent in on your secret would help sell the act. Sasha had gone all out, lending you an incredibly low-cut black top and some black leather pants that would have caused at least a twenty-minute argument with Jean. Had he not dumped you, you remind yourself bitterly. Sasha had insisted you borrow her all-black outfit to match Eren’s typical attire “just to be cute”. In hindsight, her enthusiasm about this whole situation should have been a red flag, but you’ve already gotten everything lined up, and it’s too late for regret.
It’s far too late for hindsight, too; you’re already ten minutes into receiving the official girlfriend treatment from Eren. He had worn you down on picking you up, opening the car door, the works. Hell, you wouldn’t be surprised if he pulled out a bouquet of roses at this point. You can hear his obnoxious tone now: Even if you’re my fake girlfriend, you’re getting the full package. Play stupid games, win stupid prizes.
Eren parallel parks smoothly on Armin’s quiet street, unusually busy with the buzz of a house party and lined with your friends’ cars. It’s Connie’s birthday, but Armin always hosts. It’s an unspoken rule at this point; you aren’t sure why he keeps volunteering, especially after Sasha had projectile vomited all over his bathroom at the last get-together, but again, dig your own grave and lie in it. You and Armin are in the same boat there.
When the car switches off, Eren takes a moment to consider you, wrapping and unwrapping his long fingers around the steering wheel, a nervous tic he’s had since high school. “You ready?”
“Ready as I’ll ever be,” you sigh, reaching for the door handle. Before you can wrap your hand around it, Eren leans over and pinches you harshly on the thigh. “Ow!”
“I open the door, remember?” Eren says, visibly annoyed.
You roll your eyes at him.“Isn’t this a bit much?”
“You think I’m going to be caught dead letting my ‘girlfriend’ open her own door? I have a reputation to uphold.”
You decide to bite back a snippy comment about the many girls who cried over Eren in college and cross your arms over your chest, pouting instead. “Fine.”
If Eren can be dramatic, so can you.
As naturally as if he had done it a hundred times, Eren slings his arm over your shoulders on the walk up towards the door; the weight of it, both physically and mentally, is heavier than you’re willing to acknowledge. When you catch sight of Bertholdt, Reiner, and Annie peering through the window, a flutter of nerves erupts your stomach; you reach a hand up to play with Eren’s fingers, absentmindedly spinning one of his rings and trying to sell the look as best you can. “We better pull this off.”
“It’ll be fine, just follow my lead.” Eren pulls you closer, kissing your hairline. Goosebumps rise all over your body; not at the action itself, but how disturbingly easy the affection seems to come to him. As Eren knocks on Armin’s bright red door, you pack that thought away and shove it to the back of your mind to collect dust.
“Hi…guys?” Armin’s friendly smile upon opening the door falters in confusion as he takes you in, absorbing the sight of you two intertwined on his doorstep. Armin’s wide, blue eyes flick between the two of you, and you can see the gears churning in his head, trying to make sense of how awfully close you and Eren are. Pitting your fake relationship against Armin’s intellect is the perfect first test; a nervous sweat breaks out under your skimpy outfit.
“Sup, ‘min?” Eren smiles back, the very picture of nonchalance, extending his free hand to shake Armin’s shoulder.
“Come on in.” Armin, ever polite, turns to allow for plenty of room for Eren to pull you inside. He doesn’t outright ask why Eren’s holding you, but his eyes betray his suspicions. It seems like your plan, as terrible as it is, is working. One down, a dozen or so to go.
Never dropping his arm from around your shoulders, Eren steers you into the living room where one of Connie’s favorite bands is already blasting from the speakers. Annie and Mikasa are curled up together in Armin’s recliner, hands interlocked as usual; Sasha and Connie are positioned at Armin’s bar cart, violently shaking two cocktail shakers apiece; Reiner, Bertholdt, Marco, and Jean are on the couch, arguing over something sports-related. With a sinking stomach, you notice that there’s only one unoccupied seat left in the room.
“My two favorite lovebirds!” Sasha cries, abandoning her cocktail shakers and rushing over to give you a hug. Upon Sasha’s impact, Eren drops his arm and grabs your hand that’s closest to him as a substitute, never taking his hands off of you. His actions are pointed, purposeful; every pair of eyes in the room looks between the two of you in surprise. You can practically feel a hazel-tinted laser beam burning a hole into your forehead. “You guys are so late; honeymoon phase gotcha already?”
“Laying it on a little thick, Sash,” you whisper into Sasha’s ear, cheeks burning. To your chagrin, Eren only curls his mouth in response.
“What?” Connie frowns, still shaking his drinks. “How long has that been a thing?”
You pause, your heart nearly stopping. You should have made up a story, you realize, something to explain–
“Just a few weeks.” The still-strange weight of Eren’s arm around your shoulder returns, and his jade eyes rest on you, adoration beaming through his always-cool gaze. Against your will, butterflies start dancing in your stomach; apparently Eren’s quite the actor.
“Yeah,” you jump in, grateful for Eren’s lead, “we just wanted to feel it out before we told everyone, that’s all.”
“Sasha knew.” Mikasa raises a suspicious eyebrow. Annie smirks at the two of you, a knowing look on her face.
“It’s about time.” Marco appears from the kitchen with a huge bowl of tortilla chips in one hand and salsa in the other. “Good for you guys.”
You can’t help yourself, finally meeting Jean’s eyes. He’s openly scowling at you, which is to be expected; where Eren is a criminally smooth liar, Jean wears his heart on his sleeve. You recognize that face all too well: anger to mask heartbreak, the same face he wore when you used to fight. For the first time, it occurs to you how cruel this plan might be, how Jean might react to you moving on with a mutual friend. Guilt washes over you, cold and heavy.
“Thanks for giving me a heads-up before you moved in on my fucking girlfriend, Jaeger,” Jean snips, taking a long swallow of his beer.
The guilt drops away from you as quickly as your jaw; you’ve forgotten what a prick Jean can be. Eren has been slowly guiding you over to the singular remaining seat throughout the conversation, and after Jean’s comment, he tugs you down firmly onto his lap. He rubs a large palm over your thigh, a blatant gesture of ownership.
“Not your girlfriend anymore, Kirschstein.” You can hear the distinct note of pride ringing through his voice, hear the nasty look leveled at Jean without turning to face him. It’s been fifteen minutes of fake dating, car ride included, and you can already feel the friendship line blurring. Your head spins.
“Anyway,” Armin, ever the gracious host, interrupts, breaking the awkward tension that has settled over the room, “what bar does everyone want to head out to later? Connie gets the first pick, being the birthday boy.”
The conversation in the room picks back up into a familial bickering over the evening’s next destination. All of your friends have become accustomed to the occasional awkward moment over the years now that some of you have begun to couple up; Mikasa and Annie especially are notorious for bickering like an old married couple, no matter who’s around.
“I need a drink,” you murmur to Eren, moving to stand.
“Do you mind getting me one, babe? Don’t want to lose our seat.” Eren pecks you on the cheek, smiling up at you as if everything about your situation right now is normal, natural for him. Jean’s eyes follow you every step of the way, and your face burns.
Over the years you’ve been friends with him, it’s never been lost on you that Eren’s attractive, not after the dozens of women he ran through in his college years. Peeking over your shoulder now, however, feels like you’re seeing him for the first time, seeing him the way the world sees him. Heavy-set dark brows frame his bright eyes beautifully, his jaw’s grown sharp and severe, and his lips are soft and pouty, stretching into a wicked smirk with sharp canines. He had grown into a heartbreaker, and he’s your best friend and now fake boyfriend– you swat away your private admiration as soon as it comes, taking a deep breath to center yourself and rifling through the bar cart in a daze.
“Want me to make you one?” Sasha waves a bright red concoction under your nose. “Connie and I made them- it has three different types of liquor in it, and you can’t taste any of it!”
One sip of the tiny cocktail straw has your nose wrinkling in disgust. You’ve worked behind a bar since the day you turned twenty-one, and the drink Sasha’s offering you tastes like an overly-syruped nightmare. “Um…no, that’s okay Sash. I’ll probably just stick to beer.”
Connie sticks his tongue out at you. “Boring!”
Predictably, Sasha pouts. “Okay, but we’re definitely making you take a shot. We can chill it in the kitchen, want to help me get some ice?”
Holding up a bottle of tequila, she cocks her head toward the kitchen and wobbles her eyebrows madly. You almost laugh; anyone who can’t pick up on a hint from Sasha is walking around with earplugs and their eyes closed.
“Fine. Let me just grab Eren a beer, and I’ll meet you in there.”
“Ugh, couples,” Connie rolls his eyes, wandering over to fiddle with the dusty karaoke machine that Armin claims broke years ago. You’ve always been dubious as to the truth of that, but knowing your friends, you can’t blame him.
Opening the cooler, you smile to yourself; Armin remembered your favorite IPA from the brewery down the road and stocked the cooler accordingly, nestling a few Hazy Daze’s between Reiner and Bertholdt’s domestics. You pick your way through the haphazard seating arrangements back over to Eren, holding a cold Budweiser bottle towards him. He pauses in his conversation with Reiner, grabbing your hand that holds the beer and removing it from your hand, bringing your knuckles to his lips, brushing them over in a light kiss. He looks you up and down lecherously as he does it, a dangerous curve to his lips.
You return a weak half-smile, doing your best to not appear outwardly shaken by Eren’s behavior and keep the what the fuck? thoughts from showing plainly on your face. Eren waves you off to the kitchen with a light pat on your bottom, innocent as ever.
“How’s it going?” Sasha asks, safe now in the privacy of the kitchen. Her face is already full-flush with excitement and that awful cocktail she was sipping.
“I mean, it seems like everyone’s buying it. Jean looks pissed, though.”
“What were you expecting? He’s always thought Eren had a thing for you.”
“Everyone thinks Eren has a thing for me,” you roll your eyes, “at least it’s working in my favor now.”
Sasha fixes you with a glare, wobbling slightly. “If you don’t think Eren actually has a thing for you, you must be blind. Deaf, too.”
“Sasha–”
“I mean, even if you hadn’t told me, I would have fallen for it. Is it not, like, weird for you guys? That it’s just natural for you two to–” Sasha burps, interrupting herself, and giggles. “Just makes ya think.”
“Sasha!” Connie calls from the living room. “Let’s do Eye of the Tiger first!”
“Woo!” Sasha shouts, abandoning you and running into the room to take part in the newly-revived karaoke festivities.
You stand alone in the kitchen, shell-shocked by Sasha’s observations. The truly irritating thing is that she’s entirely right. Not only do Eren’s little kisses here and there, the constant touching, even the pet names come naturally, it almost feels…nice. It’s as easy for you to receive his affection as it is for him to give it. You peek around the corner, grimacing at Sasha and Connie’s amplified wailing, just wanting to look at him. Really look at him.
Kicked back, beer in hand and jacket thrown over the back of his chair, Eren oozes charisma. Even doing nothing but holding a conversation with Mikasa, the room gravitates around him. Jean’s angry glare never leaves him; Armin has switched to drinking Budweiser, even though you know he hates it; Annie’s nodding along with whatever Eren’s saying; even Sasha and Connie are angling their performance around him, alternating between singing together and holding their microphones towards him, trying to elicit a reaction. He has this undeniable magnetic force, one that you aren’t exempt from.
You’d met him nearly a decade ago, in high school, and initially couldn’t stand him. His hair-trigger temper had hardly cooled with age, and his ego had gotten unthinkably larger, but you grew to find both of them charming– to a degree. One thing led to another, and before you knew it, Eren was the one cleaning you up and getting you drunk after every bad breakup, introducing you to all of your favorite sports teams and lending you jerseys for the games; hell, he even read that smutty fairy fantasy series you’d been obsessed with in college. Had the man you attempted Star Wars marathons with until you both fell asleep really looked like that the entire time?
He catches your stare, beckoning you over with one long, crooked finger. As his girlfriend for the night, you have to obey, even though you would much rather roll your eyes at the cliche.
“Missed you,” he mumbles as you sit back on his lap, breath hot against the shell of your ear.
“You too,” you respond accordingly, wrapping your arm lovingly around his shoulder. Eren’s eyes flit down to your cleavage, but knowing him, it’s impossible to discern if it’s part of the act, or Eren being himself.
His hands rest comfortably over the casing of your pants, one on your thigh and one on the small of your back, one thumb rubbing circles into your soft flesh. Reveling in the drag of his rings over your clothed body, you couldn’t help but wonder how they’d feel on your bare skin, on your throat, on your–
Surprising yourself at the dirty direction of your thoughts, you swallow your beer too quickly, coughing. Eren, who had coincidentally been taking a sip at the same time, laughs at you mid-sip, choking beside you and spraying beer out of his nose.
The entire room bursts into laughter; Eren regains his composure and joins in good-naturedly. You giggle along, relief coursing over your body. Sure, Eren might look a little extra handsome tonight and be a bit touchy because you asked him to, but he’s still Eren.
“They’re practically in sync already.” Hitch, Marco’s girlfriend who had apparently joined the party while Sasha and you were in the kitchen, rests her face on her hand dreamily.
“It’s a little freaky,” Annie observes with narrowed eyes, but the slight curve of her lip betrays her. Not only were they believing your little farce, but they were happy for you. That’s enough to make you flush a little, realizing how naturally everyone’s just accepted your fake relationship. Everyone but one person, at least.
Jean suddenly stands, ripping a beer from the cooler and storming into the kitchen. The laughter dies as quickly as it had come, everyone exchanging nervous looks.
“I’ll go talk to him,” Eren offers, nudging you off of his lap. You blanch.
“Eren, I don’t know if you should-”
“It’s fine,” Eren drops a soft peck on your forehead, walking away before you can stop him. You meet Mikasa’s eyes, wide and concerned. To everyone else, Eren’s walking calmly, not a hint of aggression in his gait. But you know him, know him well enough to catch the anger simmering in his eyes, quiet, but there.
Jean and Eren have always been friends, albeit reluctant ones at first, but too similar where it counted not to get along. That had abruptly come to a halt when you had fallen for Jean. At first Eren had been confused, but over time that confusion had melted into constant irritation. Jean and you were wrong for one another, you know that in hindsight, but at the time, you had chalked all the fighting up to a passionate relationship. The constant tears had driven Eren nearly to a breaking point; multiple times you had begged him not to bring his frustration to physical blows. And now, your fake-boyfriend slash best friend and ex-boyfriend with the two worst tempers out of everyone you know are “talking”. You bite down hard on the inside of your cheek to keep the worry in your chest.
“Are you alright?” The question comes from Armin, who’s placed a steadying hand on your shoulder. “I’m sorry that Jean isn’t taking the news well.”
“There’s no news,” Mikasa says low enough for none of the others to hear over the music, now standing directly behind Armin.
A neat little cross appears between Armin’s eyebrows. “They’re-”
“Faking,” she interrupts Armin, “they aren’t dating.”
Armin stammers, trying to correct her and apologize to you for her at the same time, but you just sigh. “How’d you know?”
“One of you would have told me,” she shrugs, “or at least I’d like to think you would.”
“It’s just…I couldn’t bear to show up alone, not with Jean here and apparently sleeping around since the breakup.” You cross your arms over your chest, grabbing your own shoulders tightly. It’s your fault, you know it is, but you had only wanted to feel a little less pathetic, a little less heartbroken. Drama had been an unfortunate and unexpected side effect.
“Why would Eren agree to that? It seems silly,” Armin muses, noticing your glare and immediately turning bright red, “I- I don’t mean you’re silly, just, you shouldn’t-”
“You know.” Mikasa bumps him. The slightest hint of a smile plays on her face, a knowing look directed at you. You frown, trying to look confused through the pink rising to your face.
A loud crash from the kitchen catches all of your attention, saving you from an uncomfortable line of conversation but making your heart beat that much faster. Dashing to the kitchen door, the entire house party hot on your heels, your thundering heart sinks.
Eren has Jean pinned up against Armin’s cabinets, forearm tight against the other man’s neck. Jean’s still seething at Eren, raw ego washing against the cool anger blazing in Eren’s eyes.
“Need to learn how to watch your fucking mouth, Kirschstein–”
“Eren!” Your voice is surprisingly firm, given the nauseating mixture of embarrassment, confusion, and panic swirling in your stomach. “Let him go!”
“Do you want to tell her what you said, or should I?” Eren hisses, nudging into Jean further. Jean’s eyes dart to you, back to Eren, and for a fleeting moment, you have hope that maybe this all can be resolved peacefully. And then Jean makes a fatal mistake.
He spits directly in Eren’s face.
Just as Eren swings, Reiner collides with the two, just barely catching Eren by his forearm before he can make contact with Jean’s cheek. Bertholdt, as always, is Reiner’s shadow, grabbing Eren by the shoulders and wrenching him away from Jean. It takes Connie, Reiner, Marco, and Bertholdt to restrain both of them, Armin standing in the middle and shouting how ridiculous the fight is above the curses.
“It’s my fucking birthday, Jean, come on bro!” Connie growls, pinning Jean to the cabinets with his back.
“Jaeger- back off!” Reiner manages to pull him back a few inches, hardly able to contain Eren, who’s struggling furiously, in his massive arms. Jean finally relents, slouching into the multiple arms holding him back. After several seconds, Eren does the same, never taking his eyes off of Jean. Into the shocked silence, Armin bravely speaks first.
“Maybe we should leave,” he suggests awkwardly, “take the party elsewhere.”
You pity him, poor Armin and his hosting inclination. Eren finally turns to face you. The wrath laid bare in his eyes sends a chill over your body.
“We are,” he spits, sparing Jean one last threatening glance before storming over, grabbing you harshly by the wrist, and practically dragging you towards the door.
“Eren, wait–” you try to reason with him and dig your heels in, but it’s fruitless. Eren’s strong, stronger than you, and you don’t stand a chance stopping him now that his mind’s made up.
He doesn’t drop the act at the car, ripping your car door open, waiting impatiently for you to step into your seat, and slamming the door behind you. As soon as he turns the ignition, the same angry rock music you had listened to on the way over blasts from the speakers; Eren makes no move to turn it down and neither do you. After so many years together, his temper rarely scares you anymore; it’s more of a nuisance than anything when it flares. You stare out of the window, seething with anger, arms crossed and foot tapping.
Five minutes into the drive, you realize Eren isn’t taking you to your house, but to his. What he’s thinking, you can’t be sure, but you go ahead and start making your plans to give him an earful and call your Uber the moment you get there. You just can’t wrap your mind around why he would attack Jean and embarrass you like that– Eren may have been a hothead, but rarely did he let his temper escalate to that degree, especially against a friend.
Eren whips his car into the driveway, parking with such force you nearly knock your head against the headrest. You reach for your door handle, ready to throw it open, but Eren’s faster. He hits the child lock button and slams his own door behind him, storming around the car.
“The fucking child lock button?” You leap out of your seat once he’s opened your door, glaring up at him with your fists curled by your sides. “Is that what I am, Eren, a child?”
“Come inside.” Eren’s voice is low, dangerous. You’re too angry to indulge his temper.
“No,” you snap, “I’m going home.”
No sooner have you pulled your phone out to call an Uber than Eren snatches it from you, sliding it into his pocket. He repeats himself, more forceful this time. “Come inside.”
You stand rooted to the spot for a beat, so angry you aren’t sure what you want to do more: run home, punch him, or kick his precious car headlight in. Eren simply glares down his strong nose at you, face unreadable as ever, rage still glittering in his eyes.
“Come inside, please,” Eren repeats himself again through gritted teeth. You decide you’ll indulge him and go inside, hear him out, and then punch him. At least it’ll catch him off guard, and you’ll have a better chance of getting your shot in. Without another word, you stomp up the walkway to his house, into the house, and into the kitchen, shoving your shoes off. Stupid fucking kitchens, you think to yourself, kicking your bare foot against the base of his kitchen island. Immature, but the little burst of violence feels good.
Whether Eren’s house smells like him or Eren smells like his house you’ve never been able to decide. The distinct scent of him envelops you: a boyish, sharp smell, laced with a hint of the weed he kept in the living room. Ordinarily it’s a comforting smell, but tonight, it nearly makes you sick with irritation. Fighting with Eren is something you do rarely, but you know the both of you well enough to buckle down. Arguing with Eren means you have a long, nasty, and emotionally gutting night ahead of you. You’re more than ready, fists shaking by your side.
“What the hell was that, Eren?”
He doesn’t answer, swinging the fridge open and grabbing a beer. He twists the top, tossing it aside carelessly and taking a healthy swig, bun bouncing on the back of his head, making no move to acknowledge your presence.
“Answer me!” Your voice rattles the cabinets. “Yeah, was the fake dating a stupid idea? Sure, fine, it was stupid, but starting a fucking fight with Jean on poor Connie’s birthday–”
“You didn’t hear what he said,” Eren says simply, still chugging his beer and avoiding your gaze.
“What could he have said to make you do that? What was so awful that you had to–”
“It was about you.” Eren finally brings his eyes to yours, staring you down through the little hairs that have escaped his bun with such intensity that it nearly knocks you clean on your ass.
Your heart stutters. “You– what did he say?”
“Told me if I wanted to taste your ‘slutty pussy’ so bad, I could just smell his breath. S’why he spit in my face.” Eren’s fingers wrap and unwrap around the beer bottle anxiously.
Your mouth drops agape, tears immediately springing to your eyes. No, you set your resolve, praying your body cooperates. “He…he said that?”
“Why didn’t you tell me you’d been fucking him?” Eren spares you another scalding look. Your temper flares at his anger, one fire against another.
“Excuse me?”
“Don’t play dumb,” Eren snaps, “this whole thing was your idea. What am I to you, just some toy you can dangle in front of your pussyboy ex boyfriend? How long have you been fucking him?”
“I haven’t been fucking him,” you hiss, “he lied because he was jealous. And you’re not some toy, you’re– you’re my best friend. I needed you.”
Eren freezes, eyeing you across the kitchen. His expression has changed, infinitesimally so, a pinch of the fury fading from his face but none of the heat. It strikes you that in the years you’ve known him, he’s never looked at you like this before, not once. “Say it again.”
“You’re my–”
“The other thing.”
“I needed you.”
“Again.”
“I needed– fuck, Eren, what is this? Some kind of game?”
He stalks toward you, silhouetted by the light behind him and looking sinful, closing you in. He’s forceful and shameless as he backs you into the counter, as quintessentially Eren as he can be. “Say it one more time.”
“I…needed you,” you indulge him, brain slowing down to pick up each little detail. His cologne– when did he start wearing cologne?– musky and thick in the air, one of his tattoos peeking above the collar of his shirt, the tangible sensation of emerald eyes dragging along every inch of you.
“I like the way you say that,” his tongue darts out, wetting his lips. You stare blatantly. His mouth is red, pouty, and full, bottom lip a little chapped from where he was chewing it in the car. “That you need me.”
Words are lost on you; even if you could gather something to say, it would probably get stuck in your throat the moment it materialized. His presence is choking you. He brings one of those massive hands up, cupping your jaw, running a thumb over your lip. His posture, looming over you, is demanding, almost hungry.
“Do you still?”
“Still?”
“Need me.”
You blink, eyes still watery. “How?”
“You’re a smart girl,” Eren murmurs, hot breath laced with beer fanning over your face, “you know. You’ve always known.”
You do know. When he ghosted a hand over your thighs at the bar, when you fell asleep on his chest watching a movie, the way he had kissed your head, nearly fought Jean, protected you at every twist and turn. You had kept it relegated to the recesses of your brain, slid a hand between your legs and allowed it to simmer to the surface, maybe for a moment, before pushing it back down. You had always known. He has you on the edge of a cliff, and with a thin gasp, you understand him now: he wants you to jump. And so do you.
“I still need you. Now.”
Something critical snaps in both of you. The countertop digs into your lower back, a beautiful, aching pain blooming up your spine to meet the sting of his teeth sinking into your bottom lip. He’s kissing you; this magnetic, maddening man is kissing you, hard. It’s all tongue and teeth, fingers wrapping in hair, hands exploring familiar places in a new way. Greedy, demanding sounds slip through his teeth as he paws at your clothes, squeezes your curves through the silken shirt Sasha had lent you.
“This shirt is ridiculous,” Eren pants into your mouth, “wish I wasn’t about to rip it off of you.”
A little whimper leaves your mouth at that, and your knees buckle. Eren catches you, grabbing you by your torso and lifting you up onto the kitchen counter; you use the extra height to wrap your legs around his hips. A groan from deep in Eren’s chest rumbles against your lips as he rolls his clothed cock insistently against you. The low, simmering heat in your stomach catches fire; he’s big, even through both of your pants, rubbing himself into where you need him most. A hand creeps up your neck, grabbing a fistful of hair and forcing you to look up at him. It hits you how large he is; six feet and some change of taut, corded muscle, bad intentions, temptation.
His voice is quiet and controlled, so close to your face that his nose moves against yours as he speaks. “I’m going to take you to my room. If that’s not okay with you, I need you to say it right now.”
You nod urgently, relishing the burn in your scalp where he holds your hair tight. “I want it- want you.”
Eren slides you off of the kitchen counter and holds you firmly around his waist, making a beeline for his room. You mouth at his neck, enjoying the little grunts he makes against your ear. You drop unceremoniously onto the bed, left to watch as he tears off his shirt.
Oh, and do you watch. It’s difficult to comprehend that your best friend is the man standing above you. You’ve seen him shirtless countless times, but not like this: chest heaving, covered in a thin sheen of sweat, muscles flexing as he reaches for your shirt, ripping it from you and tossing it away. Your eyes draw towards the defined v leading down beneath his jeans, and you wonder how it might taste under your tongue.
Your bra comes next, Eren moving down to take your lips in his again as he deals with the clasp. He pushes you onto your back, kissing down your neck, sneaking harsh bites in between the gentle presses of his lips.
“Careful, Eren– you’ll leave marks,” you gasp, pulling at his hair.
“Good,” Eren replies against your neck, emphasizing his point with another deep bite to your neck, “you wanted everyone to think I was your little boyfriend, didn’t you? Let them see.” 
Your panties grow damp and hot against your core at that; you have no other response than to choke out a stunted moan.
“Fuck, you have no idea,” he growls, traveling down, teeth scraping the top of your breast, “what you do to me. How long I’ve wanted you.”
Your mind falters, caught in the crosswires of Eren’s confession and the way you’re clutching his head to your breasts, fingers desperately threaded in his dark hair and pulling him as close as you could get him. His mouth is so hot it burns, even against your feverish skin. 
“Remember…” Eren muses, mouthing his way down your stomach, “remember college? When you’d wear those slutty little dresses out?”
“I remember,” you breathe, impatient and urging him towards your lower half.
“Used to come home from the bar and jerk myself off, thinking about this sweet little cunt,” Eren tears your pants down your legs, panties following, “could practically see it in those short ass dresses. I’d cum thinking about how you’d sound when I stuck my tongue in it.”
A lewd whine rips out of your throat before you can stop it. Eren’s pressing your thighs open now, and his words and the quick little swipes he’s making across your clit are making you dizzy.
“Fuck…” Eren trails off, eyes wide, “got such a pretty pussy. Just look at you.”
“Eren, please,” you’ve never been the begging type, but the bright green eyes peering up at you from where your legs are propped open by broad, strong shoulders take your sense away.
“I’ve got you,” he shushes you, grinning as he leans into your center. A thick stripe of a lick up the center elicits a groan from you both. “So fucking sweet. Knew you would be.”
Eren hooks his arms around your legs, dragging you down the bed to be flush with his face. Eren’s no amateur when it comes to women, you know that, but you had never dared to let yourself imagine what that might translate to in practice.
He licks little figure-eights around your clit, not quite hitting it; he’s teasing you, the antagonist that he is. You tremble under him, little gasps and whimpers puffing out of your lips. Eren smiles contentedly against your pussy, nose flush with your clit, nudging against it rhythmically as he licks through your folds, circling your entrance. You bring your hands down your body, grabbing a fistful of dark hair and pulling him closer to you; you don’t even know what you want, the singular word more ringing in your head like a church bell.
Eren chuckles. “You need something?”
“Stop fucking with me,” you breathe, inwardly cringing at the desperation in your voice, laid bare for him to see. You brace yourself, looking down to meet his eyes, and instantly regret it. The anger has faded entirely from his face, replaced by an unyielding hunger. A wet, wicked smile plays at his mouth; you can physically feel your cunt dripping just at the sight of him.
“You want me to stop fucking with you?”
“Please, Eren, I need you–”
“That’s all you had to say.”
And then, like he does with everything else in his life, Eren licks into you like his life depends on it, like he’s trying to drown himself in you. His tongue pushes in and out of your hole, swirling around your clit, and you can distantly hear the most obscene sounds you’ve ever heard slipping from your mouth. He’s so good, better than you’ve had in years; you throw your head back against the bedspread, hardly able to focus on breathing.
Just when you think it can’t get any more intense, Eren slides one long finger inside of you, curling it against a spongy spot in your walls that makes you see stars. He chuckles at the loud, long moan that you let out.
“My girl likes being full, doesn’t she?” He pumps his finger slowly, testing your limits. Your walls clutch down on him, begging.
“M-more,” you stutter, barely able to form a coherent word through your panting.
“What was that?” You can hear the shit-eating grin on his face.
“I need– fuck– I need more.”
“Magic word?”
“Please, Eren, fuck!”
“Good, good girl,” he coos, pushing another finger into you, “so sweet and needy for me, yeah?”
Your eyes fly open at the stretch, the fullness of his fingers moving inside you. His other hand comes up to push on your lower stomach; your head snaps up, and you frown at him, panicked.
“W-what are you– oh,” you hate yourself for it, but you can’t even speak as he applies pressure onto your abdomen. You feel strange; it’s just right and too much all at once. The familiar bubble of an impending orgasm swells in the pit of your stomach, but it’s more intense, wetter than you’ve ever felt it. 
“Close?”
“Mhm,” you force out through gritted teeth. Eren moves his elbow slightly, just enough to bear down on your hip bone where you’re pushing your hips up towards him unwittingly. “But it- it feels weird…I, I can’t–”
“Sh,” he murmurs, mouth back against your clit, “you can do it, just for me, I know you can. It’s going to feel so good, you’ll see.”
Your eyes roll back in your head as you teeter on the precipice, blood roaring in your ears. You want to, you need to–
“Cum all over my fucking face baby, give it to me.”
The band in you snaps, your eyes rolling back into your head. You can feel your cunt spasming around his fingers, pushing something out. Liquid sprays from you, all over Eren’s face, soaking the sheets beneath you. You can’t even hear the lewd sounds coming out of your mouth, too surprised at the gushing orgasm. It finally winds down, and once you gather the energy, you shove insistently at his hand still pumping in and out of your sensitive pussy.
“You have the messiest little cunt,” Eren chuckles at you, wiping his face and kissing his way back up to your gasping mouth, “knew you were a squirter.”
He lands a few gentle taps against your sore pussy, and you flinch. 
“I–I’ve never…” you take a shaky breath in between every word, “never done that before.”
Pride illuminates his face. “Really? I knew you could do it– just for me, right?”
You nod, sitting up on trembling elbows. “Your cock, I– I want it in my mouth. Please let me.”
You reach down to fumble with the button of his jeans, but Eren grabs your wrist, pulling your hand up to kiss it gently. “Next time. I’d never forgive myself if I busted before I got to fuck you.”
Too overwhelmed to answer, you simply nod again, sitting back as he shimmies his pants off. Once you catch sight of it, your mouth waters. He’s big, bigger than you thought, wide enough to where your fingers wouldn’t touch if you grabbed it, and long enough to make you gag. The thought goes straight between your legs, cunt still throbbing and clutching around nothing, and a rush of anticipation washes over you.
Eren flips you over onto your stomach, shoving a couple of pillows underneath your hips to prop your ass up. “Christ,” he exhales, landing a sharp smack to your ass.
“Please, Eren- oh!” You jump; Eren’s circling your asshole, using the mess you’ve already made as lube to pop the tip of his thumb in. “Eren…”
“You’d let me fuck you there, one day, I bet,” he mutters, more to himself than to you, you think. Your body tenses in response, the memory of your first glance at his cock fresh in your mind. Eren swears under his breath. “Maybe next time, then.”
You hear him spit, hear the slick sounds of him lathering himself up. You have a brief moment to think to yourself, with the last glimmering shreds of consciousness in your orgasm-dazed mind, that this is Eren. This is your best friend, pinning you to the bed by the back of your neck, rubbing your lower back, admiring you, fucking you. And then the head of his cock is pressing into you, and that last little bit of hesitation gives way.
“Oh, baby,” Eren bends over you to growl in your ear, “never gonna forgive you for keeping this perfect pussy from me all these years.”
“Eren, it’s so– oh my god,” you trail off, eyes rolling back into your head as a few more inches of him sink into you. The way your body stretches for him, the way he fills you, is unbelievable, sweetened by just the slightest burning sensation.
“Fuck,” he hisses, pressing his forehead into the back of your neck, “you feel so fucking good. Best I’ve ever had.”
You whine at that, pushing your hips back into his and forcing him to bottom out. Eren swears against your skin, nearly collapsing on top of you. Your cunt pulses around him, desperately trying to hold him. You can hardly fathom the weight of him inside you; you’re just so full, the word runs through your mind on a loop.
And when he rolls his hips into yours– you nearly start praying. He drags against your walls so nicely, you nearly cum again then and there. He works up a torturously slow rhythm, grinding his hips into yours. You bite down hard on your bottom lip, trying your hardest to suppress the obscene groan about to leave your mouth. You taste blood.
“Never giving this pussy up,” Eren grunts above you, “never letting you give this to anybody else again. It’s mine, isn’t it?”
You nod into the pillow beneath your head, tears pricking at your eyes. He’s picking up the pace now, and the exquisite push-and-pull rhythm of Eren moving inside of you coupled with the fact that it’s Eren moving inside of you is destroying any semblance of intelligent conversation you can muster.
“Say it’s mine,” his face is beside yours now. A hand grabs your hair, turning your face towards him. You know how dazed you must look, mouth open in a permanent gasp, eyes watery and full of hearts. “God, you look fucking incredible. Say it.”
“My…my pussy is,” you swallow hard around the delicious knot of shame in your throat, “yours. It’s yours.”
“That’s my girl,” Eren sits back up, thrusting even faster, “my pussy, my girl. Isn’t that right?”
“Yes,” you pant, canting your hips back against his, feeling your next orgasm approach embarrassingly fast. Eren understands, already knows your body as well as he knows you, and moves the angle of his hips just so to hit that spot he had found so quickly with his fingers earlier. You keen, drooling into the pillow, letting him fuck you stupid.
Eren shoves you over the edge for the second time that night. It’s toe curling, almost violent in nature, the way you cum around him, listening to him hiss as you tighten around him, vice-like. He fucks you through your orgasm for just long enough to see you through it, and flips you onto your back the moment you begin to twitch and shove at his hips, desperate for a break.
You slowly blink your eyes open in surprise, letting the tears roll down your cheeks, expecting to see Eren lining himself up, ready to fuck you senseless once more. Instead, he’s studying you, wiping a tear from your face, licking it off of his finger. There’s a moment happening here, an important one, one you don’t have the mental capacity to absorb right now.
“I want to see you now,” Eren says quietly, “need to see your pretty face when I cum, m’kay?”
You nod dumbly, not knowing how to respond to him in the thick air hanging between you. Before Eren can get any more words out of his open mouth, a loud ring startles you both.
Your phone is buzzing on the floor where it fell from Eren’s pocket; the name on the screen nearly stops your heart. Jean.
You stare into Eren’s eyes, a long, silent beat passes between you both. Your hazy mind is scrambling, grasping at anything you can say to take his mind off of the awkward interruption, but to your surprise, Eren cracks a grin. It’s a wicked grin, prettier than the devil himself and twice as evil.
“Your other boyfriend calling? Checking up on you?”
“He’s not my-”
“Better not be. Not after what I did to you tonight,” Eren’s voice drips with ego. Something in his eyes is territorial, carnal.
You find your words, but they come out quiet. “He’s not. Never again.”
Eren’s grin grows darker. He’s nudging your knees apart with his own, reaching down and pulling one of your legs to wrap around his waist. He’s pushing himself in now, the ringing of your phone fading into the background as the all-encompassing stretch of Eren inside you takes over your thoughts.
“Such a good girl,” he coos, thumbing at your bottom lip, “such a good mouth. Always telling me what I want to hear.”
You nod again, urgently this time, pulling your other leg up to hook them around his waist, hold him inside you, make sure he never leaves again. You’re addicted already; addicted to the pressure in your abdomen, addicted to the way his tip kisses your cervix, addicted to the taste of his sweat as you lick a strip of it from his face, cheekbone to temple.
“I…” you aren’t sure how to articulate how good it is, how good he is. A defeated laugh of your own making interrupts you. “You feel so fucking good. I feel so fucking good right now.”
“God, just look at you, all fucked out for me. You love it, don’t you?” Eren kisses your forehead, face to face with you after propping his elbows on either side of your face. “Love how I fuck you like a whore, don’t you? Tell me, baby.”
“I love it,” your voice is quivering, and you’re vaguely aware of tears streaming down your face. You’re overstimulated, you at least know that, but he just feels so good that asking him to stop seems more painful than letting him keep hammering into you.
“My pretty baby, you’re so fucking perfect,” Eren rambles, “so pretty when you cry for me.”
You can’t break away from his gaze, not through the tears or the rapid-fire speed of him fucking into you. Your legs are shaking so badly you can barely hold them up; Eren’s letting a flurry of little grunts and groans fly out, grabbing onto your cheek with one hand.
“Gonna cum soon,” he huffs, hips still pistoning into you hard enough to hurt, “gonna cum in your pussy, really make it mine, okay?”
“Okay,” you whimper, clamping down on him at the mere thought of it.
“Fuck, you like that don’t you?” He seethes against your forehead, thrusts beginning to falter. “You want to be mine? Want this pretty cunt stuffed full of my cum?”
You can feel him getting closer now, sloppy thrusts punching into your cervix, the ache of bruises forming on your inner thighs as he uses you, chasing his orgasm. You force your eyes open, meeting bright, hypnotizing green. Your voice is going to break, you know it, you hate it, you love him for it. “I– I want to be yours. P-please cum in me Eren, I need it.”
He slams into you one last time, holding his hips as tightly to yours as he can manage, cumming deep inside you with a breathless curse. You arch your back, relishing the feel of his cum in you, warm and filling. Even in your fucked-out mind, you know it’s a lot; you can feel the drip of it, seeping out around his cock and down onto the sheets. The leaden collapse of his body into yours, the gradual softening of him inside you, grounds you, pulling you down from the clouds and back into the bed.
It’s Eren on top of you, sweaty skin clinging to yours, his cum that you begged him for leaking out of your abused pussy. Your eyes shoot open. He’s incredibly heavy, your breath still coming out in short puffs as you try to catch it. He slides out of you; one last pitiful whimper leaving your lips as you find yourself empty.
“Holy shit,” Eren breathes out into the tension, a humorless and exhausted laugh punctuating his statement. As he rolls off of you, you’re overcome with the urge to smack him.
“That’s one way of putting it.” You scrounge around in the bed, trying to find the edge of the sheets to cover yourself with. Eren lays beside you, arm tossed over his eyes, as if the entire axis of your friendship hadn’t just flipped on its head. After a beat, you speak your mind, testing the waters. “I should probably call Jean back.”
That catches his attention. Eren sits up, scowling at you. “Why?”
“Maybe he wants to apologize.”
Eren snorts, rolling off of the bed and pulling you up with him, bridal-style; you aren’t sure where he’s taking you, but all the fight’s been fucked out of you, and you melt into his arms, eyes falling closed. “Who fucking cares?”
“I might,” you answer quietly, adjusting to the heat radiating off of his body. When your eyes open, you realize he’s carrying you to the bathroom to clean you up. Your heart thuds sadly in your chest, overcome with so many emotions you couldn’t begin to name them if you tried. You almost want to cry again, for a different reason now.
Eren sits you on the toilet, not responding to your small confession. He drops to his knees before you, reaches a long arm behind him over to the fixtures on his obscenely large bathtub, pushing the plug in and turning the water on. You draw your knees up to your chest, suddenly feeling incredibly exposed. Satisfied with the water temperature, Eren turns back to you, one hand placed firmly on each of your kneecaps.
“You don’t need him,” he says, solemn as you’ve ever seen him, “and from what I saw tonight, you don’t even want him. You know that now, right?”
There’s something about the way he says it, a hidden thread of pleading woven into his words. Your exhausted brain holds onto that, but your heart refuses to believe in it, broken and beating wildly in your chest.
“I just–”
“I meant it, you know,” Eren avoids your direct gaze, eyes flitting over every feature on your face, “I’ve been thinking about this for a long time. Meant every word of it.”
You pause, wondering absentmindedly if he can hear the pounding of your pulse. “Really?”
“We don’t need to get into it now,” he shrugs, “but you know that. You know I’d do anything for you. You know I’d treat you well. ‘M not a bad guy.”
Your chest aches. “I know, but Eren–”
“So that wasn’t the best sex you’ve ever had in your life?” He fixes you with a singular, raised eyebrow, so serious that you giggle in his face.
“You might have me there.”
“Better than horseface?”
“Watch it.”
The light returns to his eyes; it loosens a hard little piece in your chest, flooding you with warmth. It hits you just how much you love that little sparkle amongst the green, just how much you would give to see it as often as you can. “We won’t talk about it, for now at least. I’ll get us cleaned up, and we can go watch–”
“Mamma Mia,” you blurt, hopeful.
“No fucking shot. But we can watch something else of your choosing, if you let me eat you out again.”
“Eren!” You smack his shoulder, scandalized. Both of you laugh; your fake outrage is twice as funny considering the state of you right now, smeared makeup and bruises on your neck.
He grins crookedly back at you. “That’s not a no.”
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A snapshot of one morning, on a relaxed day with mild weather. Now imagine this when it's crowded or when it's raining or snowing.
Video description: POV from the lap of a wheelchair user. Very shaky. OP is going downhill on a fall day. Lots of trees and fallen leaves around. There are construction trucks to the left in the very beginning. Every now and then, you can see a German Shepherd on the left. Second obstacle shows a food robot crossing the sidewalk to drive in front of OP, but it stops suddenly and OP crashes into it. OP continues down the hill until she reaches another food robot, which is obstacle 3. This robot sits in the middle of the sidewalk while OP navigates around it. Then OP comes to a concrete ramp with iron railings, which is obstacle 3.5. It is very steep. After the ramp, OP goes to cross the street, where a black SUV blows through the crosswalk. Obstacle 4 is a ramp with red brick. OP struggles to move up and pauses at one point before continuing again to obstacle 5, where there is a big concrete building and manual doors. The German Shepherd service dog goes up to push the accessibility button multiple times to no avail. A student comes and opens the door, OP enters through two sets of doors into a hallway. Clip change to obstacle 6, OP is wheeling down a hallway and approaches a white elevator with out of order signs.
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