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Toji’s not fond of sharing you.
he becomes extremely timid around new people, pulling you closer to his chest, making sure you're at least in his sight. you're a catch, not an easy one but an eyecatcher and it bothers him deeply.
his scowl becomes a monarchy for his brand. he keeps it on display for any and everyone who isn't you. but for some odd reason one person just won't get the memo. satoru gojo.
that white haired manic who just started at the law firm you work at. the lanky one with no solidifying build. always winking when he isn't hiding his eyes behind those freakishly suspicious glasses of his. it irritates him, toji was sure nothing could ever get him this heated but he does.
sometimes, he doesn't even have to hear his name and he’ll know you’re talking about him. you’ll say something like. “ oh and one of the newcomers is actually good with accounting which means i dont have to work as muchhhh. “ your arms splayed on the mattress, peacefulness written all on your face from a much needed break.
toji groaned, relieved of course but he doesn't like that satoru is trying to give you a break. he doesn't like when satoru does anything, gosh he just keeps getting this nagging feeling in his stomach that he’s up to no good and one day he got his confirmation.
“ baby! “ you came into the house all cheerfully, holding a vase with plenty of colored lilies. “ thank youuu. “ you drag out, dropping your bag on the floor and making your way to him.
his face scrunches, noticing the flowers almost immediately and how the ones he’d already bought for you for valentines day were still in the bedroom. “ for what? “
you throw an arm around his hefty shoulder, kiss his tensed cheek and chuckle. “ for these silly, they are so pretty. “ no clue. you had no clue. toji glances at your ditzy eyes, then his own fell to those flowers and that incredibly unmissable white card stuck to the side.
he chokes a laugh that hurt to push out.
“ those aren't for me. “
you frown, looking at the lilies with confusion. “ but the note? “
that just about does it.
he doesn't even think straight, he takes the flowers from your hands, stomps to the garbage and throws them down into the pit of black. you gasp, still in shock of who in their right mind would send you those flowers, let alone with a note so… intimate.
you were honestly glad toji didn't read it.
but he didn't have too. he knew it was from that bastard. and you barely catch the way he’s walking back to you, all fast and full of loose screws. he grabs your arm, not hard but definitely demanding and drags you to the bedroom.
the moment you walk into the bedroom, it’s clear who was winning this whole flower arrangement thing. the bed is littered with petals, pink and ivory white with a hint of green. the lights dimmed with a shade of tan. the room looks so homey but full of love.
and toji looks nothing like that. love, of course, is there. but he’s angry. he finally went out of his way to make this night special and this asshole wanted to do that? to his wife no less. he wasn't having any of it.
“ bed, now. “
“ but toji it’s so- “ pretty… your voice died down when his fingers dance on his bulky belt. you actually swallow your tongue and listen, tight pants suit digging into your tummy as you sit. you start fumbling with your top’ buttons.
toji tsks at you.
“ no. “ he started, his pointer finger flecking at the bed. “ lay down. “
the petals hit your back before the sheets do and you shuffle out of nervousness. seeing toji hanging in front of you, messing with his belt, messing with those pants that look a little too tight make you almost, almost lose any rationality.
his face is freckled with anger, his nose red from scrunching, his eyes void. he looks a total mess and why? because of you. because you don't have to do anything but smile and someone thinks they can take you away from him… him?! they think they can compete with him?
if he wasn't so mad, he’d laugh again.
his muscles tense behind the cages of that black long sleeve, his hips loosely showing from the weight of his pants dropping. gosh, he’s out of this world big. your eyes are practically speckled with delight, this might be the valentines day of the books.
you're ready to let the neighbors know who you belong to, and it seems toji would loveeee that as well.
he doesn't keep up any unnecessary time. his rough hands fall onto your pants and slither all the way up to your own buttons. you shiver when it snaps open, that zipper loud in your ear, telling. you bit your lip.
“ toji you don't have to be all mad… it was probably harmless. “ you reason.
“ lie for him again and ill kill em’. “ he drags you to the edge of the bed and you yelp.
the hunk of a man drops to his knees and slides your suit pants down in one swift motion. you're a bundle of nerves and noises at this point, head in your hands as you watch him work his magic.
toji smirks from in between your goodies and licks his lips. “ wear these for me? “ he asks, referring to those new pinky color panties you just got from victoria's secret. you bob your head and then prop up on your elbows to get the perfect view of his elated expressions.
he hits your thigh. “ better fuckin’ have. “ he said all deep and husky, then he plants a wet kiss on your meaty thigh, as if he was apologizing formally with his mouth. his big, pale but rough fingers part your legs open wider, wide enough for his body to fit in between them and he lands another kiss to your leg.
like a warning or some kind of test, he does it again, over and over. his pink lips trail to your pussy like some kind of maze and he actually groans from it, already growing harder just from the sight of your chest elevating.
he’s doing this to you, not that douchebag. that's what's fueling him - keeping him from pouncing onto you all hard and thoughtlessly. he has to be the bigger person, literally, but god does he want to rub it in his face.
he could see satoru now, imagining himself here instead of him. the thought made him growl into your cunt. he’s reeling.
maybe, maybe he’d let em watch this. not just satoru but all of those little guys who think they can give you an ounce of this, who think they can have your heart racing out of your body, your hands carding into their hair without barely any effort being done.
your eyes rolling to kiss that skull.
they could never and he knows it. he knows it so much so he’s playing with you. licking your entrance sloppily, spit leaking onto the bed, his eyes slanted up at you and you're still getting there, still moaning his name.
“ mhmmmm, pussy just loves me huh? “ he coos, sucking harder on your clit. “ better make sure it stays mine. “
it’s beyond nasty at this point, he’s praising you one minute, telling you how good you taste then he's back to being mean. - back to saying things like, “ gonna give you this dick and yur’ gonna take it. “
it’s like a damn blessing and curse when he goes through with his promises, his dick is hard, huge and flush pink with the slightest droll of pre-cum leaking. you always get him there by just being pretty.
your inside have to accommodate him everytime, your back arches off the bed, your eyes shoot wide open and just when you feel like it's enough, he’s pushing in deeper, smirking, licking his lips with greed.
“ takeee it… that’s it mama, take it. “ if he wasn't so keen on making you feel good you’d lose it, right here on this decorated mess of flowers that are sticking to your sweaty skin.
“ look at those eyes, god, i just make you feel so good dont i? “ he cockily remarks, his big hands pressing into the sides of your throat. you bit your lip, only letting moans slips and although toji loves every bit of them, he loves when you’re talking his head off even more.
“ tell me. “ he demands.
“ yes! , fuckkkk, you do baby! “ your voice feels so pitchy, toji’s grip doesn't help it either. your eyes go fluttery like butterfly wings and you're tapping his arms to warn him of that ecstasy bringing relief.
if he wasn't loud and mean before, he definitely was now, with his chest almost touching yours, the ridges of his abs smoothing over your body like butter, his groans falling in your ear while he speaks out of satisfaction.
“ look at you, can't even speak. “ he says in the air, like someone could hear him other than you.
“ cum on this dick and make it messy. “ he smacks your thigh. “ you know how i like it. “
[ Empathicliar. | Kinktober 2025. ]
♡ ₊˚‧ 𝓥.𝐀𝐌𝐏𝐈𝐑𝐄 𝐍𝐄𝐑𝐃𝐉𝐎. doesn't realise that his mean girl fuck buddy is obsessed with him. . . & is dropping off bodies in his dorm for him to feed.
˖ ࣪૮₍ yandere!reader :: toxic obsession :: dark aspects :: possessiveness :: murder :: violence :: reader is fucking insane :: blood drinking :: smut :: obsessions with being killed by a vampire. . . :: p in v :: fuck buddies :: blood play :: handjob :: biting :: public sex :: satoru drinks from dead animals :: guys something is wrong with reader ࣪ა ࣪˖
˖ ࣪꒰ VAMPIRE NERDJO ꒱ ˙˖ struggled with his bloodlust day in and day out. one thing that vampires often glossed over was the sheer, carnal, instability of being a young vampire. think hormones— but instead of sex, risks and emotional meltdowns, you're two seconds from draining your peers down in the middle of the hallway.
satoru often distracted himself with his studies. nose buried in a book and hands writing equations and essays until they cramped. anything that kept him from the dryness in his throat, the swelling in his fangs, and the disgusting, devastating need to tear into something fresh and tear it open until it stopped squirming.
another thing he could distract those violent thoughts with? sex.
˖ ࣪꒰ VAMPIRE NERDJO ꒱ ˙˖ wished he could say that his sex life was something he could ground himself in. but alas, that's where you came in.
pretty, preppy, popular and so. fucking. pretentious.
the perfect princess in his bio lab and unfortunately his lab partner. with more insults on your sharp tongue than charms on your nails. as bratty as you were beautiful. something infuriatingly and infatuating— wrapped in a pink ribbon and audaciously high stilettos.
he fucked you once. back of the library. you just pushes him too far that night and before he knew it; your shoulders were cramped into the bookshelf and your knees were over his shoulders. heels digging into his shoulder blades and pretty, sharp nails gripping onto the shelf. as he pulled your skimpy little panties aside and fucked you with the kind of dick that stupid nerds like him shouldn't have.
satoru remembers the way you went dumb on his cock. how you squeezed, and squirted, and sobbed for him until every bratty trace had slid off in drool on your limp tongue.
fuck, he remembers how he felt every thrum of your heart, your pulse. how he wanted to sink his fangs so far into your throat that you'd never bitch at him again.
he didn't, of course.
he wished he stopped there. wished he didn't come back as much as he did. wished he could just say no to the campus' bratty princess and her attitude problem.
but alas, he loved your pussy. and loved fucking the brattiness right out of it. even if you gave him hell for it.
˖ ࣪꒰ VAMPIRE NERDJO ꒱ ˙˖ didn't know that your bitchiness concealed something deeper. darker:
obsession.
it frustrated you at first. the fact that the loser nerd was clouding up your mind more than the latest gossip and your dreadful assignments.
it was whenever he glared at you over those rimless glasses. you got all hot and bothered. had to stop yourself from pressing your thighs together under your plaited skirt.
it was when he answered questions in class. so confident and calm. how his voice thrummed a chord in you that had you abandoning a party just to hump your pillow to the thought of him.
it was the way he never backed down from your attitude. how he dished it back. bit back. no one had ever done that before. most guys either gave you what you wanted or flat out ignored you.
satoru though. . . he was different.
so really, should you be blamed for all the pictures you took of him? for that pen you stole from him to touch yourself with in the girls' bathroom? for all the little souvenirs you started collecting?
you knew his routine. knew his classes. knew his favourite cafe and the exact order of his drink: something sweet.
you could be sweet for him. so sweet. if he'd just let you.
˖ ࣪꒰ VAMPIRE NERDJO ꒱ ˙˖ was supposedly the hunter— and yet he didn't know he was being stalked. didn't know that hungry eyes lingered from beneath mascara and perfect eyeliner.
you followed him whenever you had the chance. just to learn more about him. his likes, dislikes, anything that you could use to make yourself perfect for him. the object of his every desire. to drive his obsession with you the same way he had so crudely ruined your mind.
the nerd wanted you obsessed with him? you'd show him obsession.
so imagine your disgust when one day, in the dead of night when all had gone quiet and even the insects vowed silence— you heard it. soft, and strained.
"s-sat. . . satoru. . ."
coming from around the dorm building. somewhere concealed by the hedges. the gardens.
was he. . . fucking someone else?
jealousy spurred in your sinner heart as you drove forward before you could stop yourself. somehow not breaking an ankle in your high heels as you slipped through the hedges until you could catch sight of him.
sure enough— a shock of white hair caught your attention. pale hands pinning another's to the brick wall. his tall body hunched over him.
hell burned in your eyes. in your balled hands and your nails that dug into your palms. how could he.
how could he—
the person's eyes were wide. not with pleasure.
terror.
'ɪ ᴄᴏᴜʟᴅ ʀᴇᴀʟʟʏ ᴜꜱᴇ ᴏɴᴇ ᴏꜰ ᴛʜᴏꜱᴇ ᴡɪꜱʜᴇꜱ ʀɪɢʜᴛ ɴᴏᴡ.' | ɴᴇᴇᴍɪᴇ'ꜱ ᴍᴀꜱᴛᴇʀʟɪꜱᴛ. ꕤ
𝐉𝐔𝐉𝐔𝐓𝐒𝐔 𝐊𝐀𝐈𝐒𝐄𝐍.
𝘪'𝘭𝘭 𝘣𝘦 𝘣𝘦𝘵𝘵𝘦𝘳. ¸.•* 𝘵𝘰𝘫𝘪 𝘧𝘶𝘴𝘩𝘪𝘨𝘶𝘳𝘰 - toji’s a big jerk to your boss. you’ve been so busy and fixated on being the reliable person, youd let his disrespect seep to far, to far to renew. [ fluff, angst, mention of pregnancy, etc.]
𝘬𝘯𝘰𝘤𝘬𝘦𝘥 𝘶𝘱. ¸.•* 𝘵𝘰𝘫𝘪 𝘧𝘶𝘴𝘩𝘪𝘨𝘶𝘳𝘰. - big tummy, wobbling around like a penguin. toji feels the need to be better, reading about babies and going out of his ways of being stubborn. [ smut, headcanons, pregnant reader. ]
𝘸𝘩𝘦𝘳𝘦 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘩𝘦𝘢𝘵 𝘢𝘵? ¸.•* 𝘵𝘰𝘫𝘪 𝘧𝘶𝘴𝘩𝘪𝘨𝘶𝘳𝘰. - when there's a attitude being thrown toji’s way, he only results to fucking it out! >’< [ piv, short read, fussy reader, mean toji. ]
𝘣𝘰𝘣𝘣𝘪𝘦𝘴. ¸.•* 𝘴𝘢𝘵𝘰𝘳𝘶 𝘨𝘰𝘫𝘰. satoru and his messy delusions always end up with him winning, so why would he stop? [ boob play, male!receiving, a shorty >~<. ]
𝐇𝐀𝐈𝐊𝐘𝐔!
𝘨𝘰𝘣𝘣𝘭𝘦𝘳. ¸.•* 𝘬𝘰𝘶𝘴𝘩𝘪 𝘴𝘶𝘨𝘢𝘸𝘢𝘳𝘢. - sugawara is an eaterrr!, he loves it. needs it so bad at times he almost wants to whine and beg. coaxing you down from an argument he knew was bound to be had, he uses his fascination to his advantage. [ timeskip, oral-women receive, a little plot, tears. ]
𝐀𝐓𝐓𝐀𝐂𝐊 𝐎𝐍 𝐓𝐈𝐓𝐀𝐍.
𝘸𝘩𝘢𝘵 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘥𝘦𝘴𝘦𝘳𝘷𝘦. ¸.•* 𝘦𝘳𝘦𝘯 𝘺𝘦𝘢𝘨𝘦𝘳. - eren’s been plotting for months, it's good to say you have been as well. it seems like there's never a good time to have a conversation until everyone is asleep and the wind is out of control. who knew he could be such a handsome freak when they are alone!! [ college au, plot, oral!fem receiving, p in v, dirty talk, eren is freaked out to the max. ]
𝘣𝘭𝘰𝘰𝘥 𝘴𝘶𝘤𝘬𝘢 ! ¸.•* 𝘦𝘳𝘦𝘯 𝘺𝘦𝘢𝘨𝘦𝘳. - eren is a blood sucking manic, only having a soft spot for the pretty girl who gets undressed in front of that big window. his innocent girl-friend. a night sneak in and take has become the norm in your household. [ vampire eren, blood play ( he's a vamp… its inevitable. ) , tears, p in v, dirty talk, quiet sex. ]
𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘭𝘪𝘬𝘦 𝘥𝘢 𝘸𝘢𝘺 𝘪?.. ¸.•* 𝘦𝘳𝘦𝘯 𝘺𝘦𝘢𝘨𝘦𝘳 - it's no secret. eren lovesssss pussy but in better words, your pussy. he’s constantly fiening for any touch, no matter the place or time. [ short fic, fingering, a little bit of mirror play, some plot. ]
𝘮𝘪𝘴𝘴𝘪𝘯 𝘺𝘰𝘶𝘶𝘶. ¸.•* 𝘦𝘳𝘦𝘯 𝘺𝘦𝘢𝘨𝘦𝘳. - eren comes home, smelling like work and musk but he sees the person he’s risking it all for and only feels thankful. [ grateful\clingy reader, p in v, dirty talk, mentions of pregnancy, etc. ]
𝘴𝘦𝘭𝘧 𝘦𝘴𝘵𝘦𝘦𝘮. ¸.•* 𝘦𝘳𝘦𝘯 𝘺𝘦𝘢𝘨𝘦𝘳. - eren is your best friend, although he can be a bit self-centered it never makes you feel any less friendly-... unfriendly love for him. [ argument, slightly mean eren, unprotected sex, dirty talk, creampie >-<, etc. ]
𝘭𝘢𝘣𝘰𝘳𝘢𝘵𝘰𝘳𝘺 𝘮𝘪𝘴𝘩𝘢𝘱. ¸.•* 𝘦𝘳𝘦𝘯 𝘺𝘦𝘢𝘨𝘦𝘳. there’s a melody in the way chemicals can affect the brain. sometimes soft, sometimes grueling but most definitely bringing things out into the wood. you experience first-hand how it feels to let it take over. [ piv, creampie!, unprotected sex, oral!fem, under the influence of chemicals.]
𝘰𝘶𝘵 𝘰𝘧 𝘣𝘰𝘥𝘺. ¸.•* 𝘦𝘳𝘦𝘯 𝘺𝘦𝘢𝘨𝘦𝘳. what are you supposed to do when there's no chemicals inside of your body and eren yeager is still on your mind?! [ part two to laboratory mishap. headcanon. piv, unprotected, confession. ]
𝘨𝘰 𝘭𝘰𝘸. ¸.•* 𝘢𝘳𝘮𝘪𝘯 𝘢𝘳𝘭𝘦𝘳𝘵. armin cant seem to ever control himself when he wants youuu :p [ oral!fem - mentioning. hinting smut, part two maybe, etc. ]
𝐁𝐋𝐄𝐀𝐂𝐇.
𝘬𝘦𝘦𝘱 𝘪𝘵 𝘰𝘯 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘩𝘶𝘴𝘩. ¸.•* 𝘬𝘪𝘴𝘶𝘬𝘦 𝘶𝘳𝘢𝘩𝘢𝘳𝘢. - kisuke has a way of showing his love, when you pop up unannounced at the convenience store and everyone seems to be busying themselves with their duties. he busies himself with you. [ bathroom sex, fingers in mouth, p in v, kisuke is cocky, etc. ]
𝐄𝐗𝐓𝐑𝐀'𝐒.
𝘤𝘰𝘮𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘴𝘰𝘰𝘯.
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fratboy!eren has two distinct sides.
he has the frat one.
the one everyone sees,, the guy who pumbles into a handstand to chug out of a keg. the one with impeccable cheekbones and a bone structure that resembles a god.
the cocky frat boy with a tongue piercing and tattoos that run towards his v-line. the one who constantly gets his way. and ultimately hes alright with that.
he was okay with everyone seeing him as those things, courageously handsome eren yeager who’s the life of the party.
and then… he has the normal one, the real one. the one who comes out when the clock hits twelve, the parties over and its just him alone.
the one that's restless at night from overthinking. the one overwhelmed with school and football and his parents and the fear of being a disappointment.
the one that turns eager for more, something deeper. compassionate. and knew it wasn't here, it couldn't be. not with the life that surrounded him.
he thought that until he saw you, at a party in late july. people were shuffling, pushing past you in that large crowd. you looked… out of place. like a candid picture he couldn't center.
honey blonde colored hair pulled behind your ear with a swoop, hoop earrings, a couple of piercings. dressed in dark jeans that pulled your cheeky hips in and a tan-ishly white shirt that was begging for a spill.
that tinted smell of booze and weed lingers, clouding around you like a hoard of wasps that smelled innocence. you weren't meant for this life, this path you forsakenly chosen on a whim.
it was evident. a real life tale.
his mouth dried, smoke falling from the crevices of his teeth.
he barely remembered what connie was yelling over the music. he just knew that was it. you were it.
he was going to have you and in some suspiciously strange way, he stuck to his word.
fratboy!eren found you in the halls one day, a week after the party, walking with newly bought textbooks in your hand.
they weighed a ton. he offered to carry them.
you thought he was… sickeningly sweet for someone who looked so mean.
he had something about him that felt fake though. you just couldn’t place it.
was it the tattoo’s trailing up his bucky arms? the constant sharpness his eyes never failed to hold?
or was it the fact that he was the most known person in these halls you hadn’t cared to learn about.
the moment you were out of high school, you were over the schemes of toddlers, drama.
so, you stuck to it. bed by ten, using free time to get away from this school, which only ever leads you to the campus park.
rarely visiting home.
sitting in your car eating a cheese burger and studying was normal. because it had to be. you weren't keen on losing track of your placement, but on the occasion you differed.
like now.
you weren't alone most nights anymore.
you weren't sleeping at ten on weekends.
you were sneaking out of the dorms to sit in eren’s granite crystal colored jeep wrangler every weekend. letting your curls flow in that cold august wind, caramel sickled skin glowing from street lights.
occasionally, when the wind would slow, you’d look at the driver seat and wonder what you were doing.
this was different, surreal. something people dreamed about. you grew mentally confused with yourself unknowingly.
what were you doing in this car so late at night, being careless?
then eren glances your way, undeniable hearts in his puplis, swooned by the perfection that reflects inside of his eyes. the answer sits in front of your face.
you’ve grown to enjoy those looks. he gawks at you like you're a blooming flower. one with many curves and sides he wants to flip around to learn, study.
you learned early on that eren was quieter than he seemed. his looks were deceiving and since it was always just you two, which you found odd, you never questioned it.
you discovered his ways early on.
how he liked his hair, out of his face but he couldn't help the few fly aways that fell throughout the day.
his preferred meals. his favorite childhood toy. little things you asked whenever a red light inconveniences you both.
he did the same, if not more.
he skipped over favorite colors and asked about your family. you almost chewed your lip off that night. you asked the same, he said it's complicated in a more proper form.
eren liked how you kept him aware of his lies. it was obvious he was running away from something when he was around you.
it spoke in the way he moved.
sometimes, when you were both quiet and enjoying the sound of trees swaying, he’d tap the steering wheel and pout his lips up, like he was hesitating to ask you anything when there was nothing to distract his thoughts.
he acted like a child, trying to learn about boundaries and communications for the first time and you helped him. told him right from wrong, dabbled into his life in ways his closest friends wouldn't dare to.
kept him from failing algebra, kept a spare hair tie on you cause he loved the cheaper ones that popped after a few hours.
he even walks you home after late nights at the swing set on campus.
the little things seemed to catch up to you.
i caught myself by paramore blasts through the jeep’s speakers.
you stop yourself from shouting the lyrics, sticking to the opened window, arm draped on the seal like you owned the passenger seat.
it was stupid, so very stupid but you were falling for him.
but you were content with saying nothing.
it was okay to ignore that side. — to ignore some of his insanely addicting personality traits, his need to know you. to ignore that silence that falls that never becomes awkward like it would with anyone else.
because eren is a friend. a damn good one too.
other than the pound of your heart every so often, when it came down to it fratboy!eren was just a buddy. he kept you sane, you kept each other sane. like you were both some kind of escape for one another.
and ruining that felt like some unnamable hell.
so, it couldn't be anything. you couldn't risk telling him how you felt and losing it entirely. eren yeager is your friend, one of your closest if anything.
that’s all it would ever be.
until that night happened.
it was the first party of the winter semester. everything was frozen over with icicles. it was nearly impossible to walk to campus let alone drive.
but the party must go on.
things started to get real, busy. you weren't blowing eren up, it wasn't like he was either.
in some kind of odd way, things went back to how they were before you met him. bed by nine now due to early studying, sitting in the living room and gathering heat in the afternoon.
the boring things that summed up your past life.
eren was just that, a close stranger… one you had finally taken the time to listen about in the halls…
it wasn’t like you were sticking your ear out to hear it or anything!
it just sort of happened. you overheard one of your roommate's friends say his name and like a hawk, you paused in your steps, retracting just barely.
they were saying something about his ways, parties?
but there was one thing for certain, some of the words in there didn't even sound real.
eren was always calm, somewhat levelheaded. trying to change from something he never shared when he was around you.
but those names… the party animal, the man whore. the frat boy fishing for compliments while he does pullup’s on an unstable door.
it didn't seem like him… but you’ve been proven wrong once before.
so because you were curious, you barely even wavered when your roommate, annie welcomed you to come. her eyes narrowed at your haste, asking if you were sure. you nodded, scurriling away to get ready.
call it suspicion or intuition or just that pit in your stomach screaming you'll only be young for so long. anything but that unknown feeling you felt for him was okay to blame
you’d taken so many risks with eren anyway and a party, especially one you could leave at any time, wasn’t going to bother you too much.
so, you didn't let it worry you, if anything you thought positively. walking into that smoke insulated room was like walking into a hotboxed sauna. it was crowded but not enough to feel stuffy or squashed.
there’s disco lights shining down from corners, red solo cups decorating the tiles already, people bumping and grinding in the living room.
you tuck yourself in as much as you could the entire way to the kitchen, where annie led you like she knew the layout better than anyone.
then, you saw it.
him.
the person you’d never met. the side of someone you never expected to see.
annie watches you stare in horror, a soft smirk on her face. “ he’s ridiculous right?”
“ yeah. “ you felt torturably hot. like your skin was going to explode all over these walls.
who was this?
who was this man you were staring at… this stranger.
he looked different when he wasn't tripping over his own dirty sneakers at an abandoned playground at two in the morning.
he wasn't the eren that got a woodchip stuck in his palm and begged you to take it out.
he couldn't have seemed far from him right now.
surrounded by liquor bottles, half empty cups and a group that looked dazingly high was eren.
he stands tall with a shot glass in his hand, it’s filled to the brim with clear. his navy blue band t-shirt is wrinkled and lazily lifting up from the sides.
to his left and right are two girls, bumping against him like they are fighting to soak into his skin.
there's another boy with long blonde hair that stops at his shoulders and nerdy glasses to the far left, pouring up another shot and rolling it to eren.
he looks towards you both and gives annie a giddy smile. annie walks to him slowly. you stay stuck to these marble floors in pure shock.
eren looks almost happy? a smile is hanging on his lips, but it doesn't quite reach his eyes like it usually did. like it did with you.
before annie could get any further, she spoke. “ •༝•, are you even here right now? “ shaking out of your head, you nod at annie.
“ my bad, spaced out. i think i'm going to walk home. this isnt… yeah. “ you’re practically frowning trying to find the words. this wasn't it, this wasn't what you expected at all.
eren chugs down the first shot and reaches for the second, there’s cheering all around. the girls press into him harder, you cringe but you couldn't take your eyes off of him.
his overnight smugness, the confidence that radiates off of him like a scoldend. it made you feel ill.
“ what? we just got here and it’s too cold to walk back again. “ annie replies. you don't care. you can't. it's either you stay and watch or walk out of this incredibly unreliable place.
you open your mouth, barely giving her an ounce of your attention. you were going to choose the ladder.
just then, eren looks at the open cavity of the kitchen, where you stood awkwardly, watching him.
his smile drops.
the world felt silent.
you didn't know why... eren was a friend, a secret friend you felt ashamed to say you knew, now. so why was your skin burning hot, why were your hands rattling against your chest?
why do you feel like you should've been more, known more.
the look in his eyes felt draining. the rings crease up, softening in on one another. he tries to pry himself out of the middle of the two girls.
they tug him back in.
you turn to walk away but annie grabs at your leather jacket, his leather jacket. the one that smelled like forestry and cologne.
you shake your head at her, your throat seizing up, unable to speak. her face contorts then she catches the look on eren’s face, how determined he seems to make it to you.
she lets go.
you walk out of the kitchen, hands bundled inside of the pockets as you push through whoever you have too.
there’s a flurring in your ear. the music, the smoke is too much. it’s overstimulating. the second hand high jumbles your brain.
you continue walking, passing by faces that look blurry.
you could feel the eyes on you, annie’s quickly fading as she lets you walk, strangers. then you feel something physical, something tough and strong.
that hand speckled with skeleton bones grabs at your shoulder softly.
your body tenses.
“ hey, hey? “ he coaxes, pulling you to the side of the room, by the wall where the staircase is still visible. you just… stare at him. whole heartedly.
you look at his face, his slurred lips, the glow in his eyes that returned only when he spotted you. the fatigue under his lids. he’s breathing so hard his lips are quivering, his breath is hot with vodka and something clearer.
his eyebrows pull in to meet the structure of his nose. you almost chuckle out of confusion. “ who are you, eren yeager? “
“ wha- what does that mean? “ he asks puzzlingly, clearly offended.
“ who are you? “ your head doubles down as you speak, as if you were asking yourself the same thing as well.
“ i’m me? “ he rushes, like he doesn't mean it enough to think about it.
“ no, you're not you. “ you point stubbornly at the kitchen, barely taking notice of the eyes circling around. the living room was the most crowded place after all.
eren notices though, his eyes dart to you, the room. the staircase. you watch him panic. your finger stays in the direction of the kitchen.
“ that wasn't you in there. “ you pause, eyes squinting. “ did you even enjoy that? “
the disappointment in your eyes startles him.
eren swallows his tongue. he felt like he was being lectured. he hated it. he hated how his adam’s apple swells. how his tonsils felt like they were enlarging.
his view falls onto the brown leather jacket, he scowls.
you let your hand fall to your side. there's a thought in the back of your head saying you are over reacting, that he isn't yours to boss around.
he's a friend.
but this wasn't right, you weren't even mad about the girls. you were at him for choosing this…
after every single one of those talks. he was here, drinking, being felt up on like… like some kind of object! these people didn't know him, the real him and he gives them everything they want like some kind of hero.
it's fucking disgusting.
“ go back. “ is what you tell him, swiping your arms onto your chest. his jacket rubbing against the fabric of your cold ivy t-shirt.
“ go be the real you bro. “
he didn't stop you when you walked away this time.
it made that pit grow larger. you walk home alone, in the cold, on frozen concrete, barely keeping yourself from sobbing.
this was stupid.
you have no right to feel like he owes you something but it’s deeper, you pleaded with yourself.
you wasted your breath trying to fix something that was aligned to go back. the underlining of his words were just a cut. they were just a false dream. he was a false dream.
you fell for something fake.
that cracks something open.
you were barely to the dorms when you felt it. the hot streaks fall cold onto your cheek. the tears fell as you fought for some kind of heat, comfort in this cold city.
you figured this was it.
you spent months relying on some kind of hoax. those days you checked your phone thinking he’d call first. like he always did. you waited for nothing.
you waited for a poser.
you made it to the dorms and dug into your pocket for the house key. when you made it inside you barely registered it.
you fell onto your bed the second you could.
you were okay with falling asleep right now, at least it was false with a purpose. your eyes close, eyelashes still wet and littered with clumps of mascara.
but you couldn't even make it that far.
not when a loud knock startles you.
knuckles deep on your front door, whoever is beating it up has to be crazy or in need of help.
you demur, but decide to get up.
maybe it was annie.
she’s forgotten her key countless times but why would she even be back this early? surely she hadn't left to check on you.
more reason to find out who it is.
your bed creaks as you get off. tiptoping to the door, still in your same clothing, just with tired, puffy glands.
you look inside of the peephole first to be sure, lifting the black cover.
you pause right there, face to face with them.
those panicked black pupils surrounded in emerald.
eren.
he shuffles on his feet like he knows he’s in some kind of deep hole. which isn’t far off. his lips are poked out and cracking, dried pink.
he looks left then right and before he can lift his hand to knock and earn you and annie a noise complaint, you open it regretfully.
his hand stays frozen in the air. you notice his lack of a jacket immediately.
“ what eren? “ there's clearly some ‘mmph’ in your voice. he straightens up.
“ i’m sorry. “ he rapidly spits out, half expecting you to slam the door in his face.
his blinks are spaced out like he’s still waiting for it. “ okay. is that all? “
“ no! “ your eyebrows forward down.
it’s already bad enough that he’s here after you silently cried the whole way home, but now he’s here with nothing planned to say..?
that’s worse than even coming to apologize. your blood grew icy.
“ can i come in and explain? it’s really cold. “ his arms were paler than before. the breeze definitely is overbearing. unfortunately, it would make no sense for him to be sick.
so, you step to the side and let him in.
you unconsciously walk to your bedroom after shutting and locking the front door behind him. he follows awkwardly, no longer that cocky, frat boy you’d once seen before.
most of the times eren never came inside.
you two were strictly grab gas, food and drive kind of pals but there was one time he was allowed in. you had to go grab a blanket, he wanted to see your room only because you mentioned your posters.
you didn't have the heart to say no.
so, you let him inside of your room, letting his smell coincide on every earthly thing possible. he touched the posters as he passed by them, saying a small fun fact about them when his fingers brushed along the ends.
you never admitted how much that made your heart flutter, and probably never will.
you sit on the edge of your bed, tightening the jacket. he stays by the door, briefly leaning onto the frame, still shuffling out of panicked nerves. glancing around the room like he's looking for something out of place and passing by himself.
his feet ring on the carpet each time he tries to move. you roll your eyes at the noise.
“ i'm not mad at you eren. “ he stops.
“ really? “ he asks in disbelief.
“ no, i have no reason to be. “ your gaze stays on the ground. you barely miss the hope in his eye’s dim. you don't even believe it yourself.
“ i'm just so confused. is that what you couldn't tell me about this entire time? “
he grumbles. “ yes and no. “ he sucks in a very deep breath, his hands falling into his navy blue jean pockets. you can see his skin jittering from the bed.
“ i didn't want you to get caught up in all of that. “
your leg starts to bounce. “ what? the party lif- “ he cuts you off.
“ no who i become when they want some kind of action. “ oh. his shadow becomes further away as he looks down at the flooring as well.
“ i just- i do dumb shit and people praise it like its right so in the moment… it's fine. “ he shakes his head, disagreeing with himself even as he explains it.
“ i don't have to worry about anyone who does or doesn't like me, i don't give a shit about that, so it never mattered. “
“ but it's different with you. “ he whispers. it's low, a hum you catch the tune to.
you bite your lip, feeling some kind of build up of misfortunately placed emotions fall from undiscovered cracks.
“ i care about how you see me. how you think of me scares the hell out of me. like- like when i saw you i felt like i couldn't breathe. “ one of his hands comes out of his pocket, falling onto his chest, he squeezes his shirt then lets it go.
your heart is hammering against its cage in freight. somehow all of that anger fades into something reliable. sadness.
“ i thought i’d fucked this up and i get it if i did. but i'm not a liar. “
his feet shuffle on the ground. you keep your eyes trained on the floor. you don't have the heart to look up at him, not like this. not when you're on the verge of tears again and he almost, almost sounds like he is too.
you were sure even if you did look up and see him, those baby greens of his filled with horror, water coating his lid lines. that look of genuine fear that only forms by the thought of losing you.
you were going to spill your guts all over him.
his shoes came into view, the black and white jordan’s with barely any creases.
then…
he drops to his knees.
fratboy!eren drops to his knees in front of you, in a kneeling arch as if you are some kind of queen.
the soft thud made your thighs squeeze together. you couldn't believe it. surely, you were dreaming.
his hands shake while they softly plant onto your own clothed knees. you tense up, he goes to move them. you grab them to keep them planted.
he lets out a sigh.
“ i'm eren. i'm your eren. thats the real me and im scared because if i fucked this up- “ his lips pop together, he doesn't even want to speak like that. like he’d lost this because of his own stupidity.
his fingers pattered on your jeans, reluctant. you finally give up, looking at his glowered face.
it's just as you imagined.
pink lips plump from his stress chewing, his nose rosy from the cold. his muscular arms fidgeting, you can't decipher if it’s because of the chillness or if he’s holding back.
“ you didn't eren, not this time. “ his chest flares. “ i just wanted you to be honest. i always want you to be. “
“ i know, i know. “ he whispers again, maybe by accident this time. his head lowers, barely touching your thighs. “ i promise i'll change. “
this is the first time you've ever been this close to him in your life. you hold your breath.
he’s never tried anything, maybe that's why you clung onto him so much and why he kept the label friend this entire time.
he’s respectful, a gentleman at times and wants genuine connection and not the warmth of another body.
everything you’ve somewhat ever wanted.
the closest you've ever gotten to him was in roman tulion’s classroom. he spammed your phone saying his hair band popped and he needed another one.
you rushed like it was some kind of emergency, because eren’s darkened brown locs touching his face was a sin.
you could remember the patterns of his hair. how shiny it was, how soft it was when you combed it into your palms to make that hairstyle he couldn't ever seem to let go of.
his face hovered by your belly button while you tied it back into that signature bun.
your stomach was sucked in the entire time.
you felt like you were going to pass out from the lack of oxygen. his covered elbows were on his knees, laying comfortably, like this was something normal between you both.
natural even.
when you finished, you waited a few seconds. you tangled through it one last time. feeling the silk of the strands, the smell of coconut buried into your fingers.
you said, “ your hair mats up so easily. “ and he said, “ it's because of my mom’s genes. “
it took awhile to let that go.
now he’s here, head just almost in your lap, his back muscles flexing from behind that tight band shirt that’s lifting just enough to catch a peep of black ink.
submitting in an unearthly way, telling you all of his deepest fears like you'll keep them from happening yourself.
your fingers hesitantly fall onto his head, threading through to find that band, your pink hair band.
a pleasant smile falls onto your lips. “ you don't have to be ashamed to show me the parts you want to fix ‘ren. “
“ i'm supposed to be here to watch you change. “ you stroke his scalp, he shudders. “ and you will. “
his head finally falls onto your lap, gaining its own spot. you could feel the soft streaking of something wet form. you didn't bring any attention to it.
the christening of soft low cries and the water heater in the next room was enough to make you feel like this was okay,
this was enough.
in some kind of way, this was an emotional confession. one you’d be happy with if nothing else were to falter.
you could think about this for months, years even knowing that you weren't alone in this boat. that deep down fratboy!eren was just as into this as you are.
eren lets out a soft huff after a while, swaying his head side to side on your pants, leaving you with all of his wet marks.
“ m’sorry, i probably look like such a pussy. “ he says muffled, you ignore how much it tickles you.
“ never. “ if anything it made him more of a man.
he lifts his head up slowly, watching light hit his eyes after some many minutes. he blinks a couple of times, looking up at you through his fly aways. chin tilted, head leaning uncanningly.
tangible danger. that's all you could think. his fingers nibble on your jeans, prying them apart as he uses them to sit up fuller, becoming taller, eye level.
“ hey eren. “ you grimace.
eren’s baggy, red eyes are whelping up just enough for a bubbly line to be visible. the small mole by the left side of his mouth curls as he smiles, a real one this time.
“ hi •༝•. “ crawling up your body, but barely missing any assets. he finds his way to your heart. his hand covered in those detailed bones gently touches your smooth face.
his thumb rubs against your cheek, soft and rugged.
your skin grows bumpy. “ what do you want from me? “ your voice lowers, his thumb stops at the left corner of your mouth, then his other joins.
he looks like he’s analyzing you, like you aren't truly real.
like he’s mentally pulling you apart limb for limb to find robotic parts, only to see you are very much real, alive and willing to stick with him.
his other thumb stops at the right corner of your mouth, his warm palms on your cheeks. your eyes droop down, his pupils dilate.
" what are you thinking about? " you ask.
" you. " he replies, total infatuation in his voice. " only you. "
“ ‘think i'm in love with you entirely… “
a low gasp falls from your lips, he feels the breath of it and sighs. like it's enough to tip him over board. “ i need you. that's all i want from you. “
“ then have me, eren. “
a pirated part of his brain says to jump in, rush, take what's his but he can't. his lips are still shaking from crying, the puddle still visible in your lap.
it wouldn't be right.
his left thumb swipes at your bottom lip gently before he moves it down and leans in so slow it almost feels dreamlike and sensational.
you’re just about ready to believe he’ll pull away when your lips do touch.
but he didn't.
the moment they touched, you felt it. that spark. that build up of willingness falling from a threshold. you both let out a soft moan, it's swallowed inside of the kiss.
his thumbs stay there, growing hotter on your cheeks.
he wants to feel you, keep you close. so he does just that. when his kisses traveled lower, they were silent, slow. leaving wet strides filled with grace.
he almost died when he saw you topless, in a black lace bra, he couldn't believe it. he was sitting over you, watching your face contrast into pleasure from him, from his touches alone.
he almost lost it.
but he had to be cool, had to make it up to you.
his mouth covers around the exposed parts of your boobs, sucking enough to hear a pop. you're stretching into it, letting out cute, jumpy gasps he keeps clawing out of your throat.
those purple bruises eggs him on.
when he took that bra off, he knew he couldn't keep it in.
“ i'mgoingtolosemyfuckingmind. “ he jumbled, wincing into the air.
“ over some tits? “ you tilt your head, fingers ringing down the middle of your chest cavity.
he blushes. “ that's not- it’s you. “ his eyes narrow, fingers dancing along to yours, until they stop at the underside of your boob. he pauses, looks at you once more.
you bob your head.
“ words. “ he commands.
“ touch me eren. “
he goes off script.
his lips wrap around your brown nipple so lushly tight, you instantly give him a reaction. your back arches, a hard whimper falling out.
he drags it up, tongue wrapping around the bud, claiming.
his black tongue piercing bobbles against it. your knee hits the front of his jeans. he hisses, his rough hands falling to your sides, keeping you from moving.
there's a fine line of how much he could take and you were becoming aware of that…
“ you sound so good, so fucking good for me. “ he says while applying pressure to your clit through your underwear, feeling that wet stain form.
“ so fucking wet for me, i make you this wet baby? “ he says it so smoothly it makes your head spin in loops. you can barely respond. an hour ago you were crying now you were again, just from overwhelming pleasure.
“ dont know how many times i dreamed of this. “ he places a kiss onto your craned neck, then he sucks hard. that mixed with his fingers sliding to cross your panties over was almost enough to make you cum, almost.
you felt rendered, brainless just from a few touches and he loved it, oh how he loved seeing you like this. completely surrendering yourself to him, he strives for your vulnerability, your trust.
but he needed you to say something, to hear you say he’s making you feel good. him. he wasnt fucking up this time, he was doing good.
“ so good, eren fuck! keep going. “ and when you did, the reaction was immediate.
his head fills with loose pressure, he stills. you pout, eyes glossy. you roll on the sheets gently, trying to work his fingers into the right places on your own.
“ why? “ you whine. he’s quiet.
“ say it again. “ his deep voice echoes through your eardrums, you heave.
you could barely question before he was back to petting your insides with his fingers, thrusting them down deep into your walls.
you grab at his forearm, he doesn't let up, face contorted with concentration.
he’s pushing in so deep, it has your hips grinding up to meet his slenders. that wet slush so loud the four corners of this room have no choice but to endure it.
“ say it. “ he’s breathing heavily, hovering to the left of you, watching the way your head tilts up just to see him.
“ please. “ he asks huskily, fastening his pace.
“ you're making me feel so good ‘ren s-so good. “ his head drapes further down, his eyes closing. his cheeks are so pink and his finger, oh his fingers never stop, not even when you were coming. not even when you were seeing stars and letting out incoherent words.
matter of fact he went a step further, he gets onto his knees, again and stuffs his face full of your cunt.
his tongue drags along your slit, gathering every inch of your taste. dragging your underwear down with him, the tip of his nose brushing at your clit.
he moans, actually moans and shivers.
“ taste so fucking ngh. “ he’s mumbling onto your clit, swirling his tongue in tight circles until you stutter back from his touches. which gets you nowhere because he keeps pulling you back in.
the ball of his tongue ring rolls onto your clit like ice, your body is so sensitive you’re spazzing.
“ ‘ren no, gnna cum again. i want to ride you. “ he pauses right there, with his tongue flat on your entrance, his eyes boring up at you. it's not an unsure pause or nervousness, it's like he's trying to keep himself from cumming and that makes it all the more harder.
he kisses your clit. you bite your lip and ruffle his hair. he hastens to stand to his feet. time starts to slow when he reaches for the bottom of his shirt first.
his fingers claw at the ends, god you loved that shirt and how it made his veins pop but when it came off it was a new story.
it was a new canvas to scatter upon, something you could get used too entirely.
his abs are chiseled, a faint dark happy trail forming. his dark brows are out of place and sweaty. his hair sliding out of that hair tie. he’s perfect. the closest thing to perfect.
then his pants drop and you can't even blame those two girls for smothering him down.
your eyes widen heavily, dropping to his waist then further down. he chuckles. “ you okay over there? “ you let out an unsure ‘yeah.’
no, no you were not. you were sure he was at least eight inches and notably thick. flushed pink and red at the tip, like the thing had been craving you for so long it hurt.
his dick is practically skipping when he fully studies you and something about it makes you want to lose every moral in your body. his knee brushes against the end of your bed, his head cocked to the side, sizing you up.
your thighs fall open, giving him a show worthwhile.
it's sensual in all of the right ways.
his hand rubs down his slickened chest, until it finds the base of his dick. he licks his lips, never taking his eyes off of you.
eyes as dark as ever, like you'll never see him as remotely pure ever again.
his hand drags up his dick, giving it slow tugs,, his pink mushroom tip jumping when your fingers repeatedly tap against your stomach, or more specifically your uterus.
“ think it's going to fit? “
his head rolls onto the back of his shoulders.
“ not gonna matter, you'll learn how to take it. “ you clench around nothing, literally nothing but the air. but you moan like he’s inside of you already, stretching you to pieces.
you tap the space beside you. he listens immediately.
throwing himself onto the bed as plush as possible. your lips curve into a smirk, there isn't an ounce of nerve in your body, how could there be?
he cried in your lap, cried to you, because he thought he’d lose you. that was enough to let anything else that wasn't him fly out the window. including those morals.
your index finger taps at his lips, they part. you kiss him slowly. tongue sliding onto the underside of his, you can taste yourself so clearly. that tang of everclear and something peachy is strong.
it's so dirty it’s almost beautiful.
at one point you were sure the both of you were okay with just this. just a kiss. but there was another part of you itching to try him, to see if you even could take that huge thing.
when you pull away from his lips, he chokes a whimper.
there's a fine line between his resolve and will.
he looks so tough, so on guard all the time but now he looks hopeless, wanting to kiss you, wanting to feel you, like not having that meant dying.
when you swung over his lap, you both felt it. that evident feeling of lust. it's so hot, it made the walls sweat. you lift up just a hair and grab his dick with care, like a fragile package.
he still lets out a muffled noise that could have easily been a groan. his head leans back onto the hello kitty throw pillow, eyes still wide open, still not missing the way you rub the tip through your folds.
the line tears slightly just when you finally grow a pair and stop tip toeing around it. you line him up, he's already feeling up your curves, not forcing, just protecting.
you sink so easily it's surprising it hurts. you suck in a breath, he tightens his hold on you. “ fuckkkkk… “
“ mhmmm, you got it. " he's praising as you take another inch, not even close to taking him all. you're holding your breath, watching it fall into your body.
it feels ethereal. the stretch of him has you keening, holding onto his arms for some kind of support.
“ look at you, taking me so fucking good. “ with every inch, he’s holding you tighter, whispering sweet nothings into the open. the stretch is something but the girth of him has your eyes rolling and your legs already asking for a break.
it feels like forever passes before you bottom out, taking every inch he's willingly giving out.
you lean down, falling into his chest. eren wraps his long arm over your back, his hand squeezing in on your hips, moving you just a bit.
it's enough to make you squeal into his neck. his sweat made it impossibly hard for him to realize how much he was sinking you back down onto him. he kept whispering in your ear, kept telling you those little ‘im so proud of you’s’ when you squeezed around him like putty.
“ look at my girl. “ you're not sure if he's talking about you or your pussy at this point. he’s watching your ass bounce from over your shoulder.
he kisses your forehead.
“ so big ‘ren. “ he groans. pulling you up, only to let you fall back down onto his dick. it was slow at first, he let you get used to his size which you needed.
you had a little control, rocking onto him like a carousel, feeling that one prominent vein run along your insides like butter.
but eren is impressively impatient.
and somehow, you switched that on.
it was by accident! how did you know you were going to lift up to high and slam back down so easily, ass clapping just enough for it to be hearable.
his mind completely flips right after that. then his sorry’s started flowing…
“ i’m sorry. “ he pumps you down onto his dick with haste. “ i’m so fucking sorry. “
you moan against the shell of his ear, racking a hand down his tatted side.
he was so so sorry for pulling you down onto his dick, he just couldn't help it. you looked so good meshed out, with your hair all messy and your breathing all ragged.
his big hands slither down your spine.
“ m’such a idiot. cant believe i al-most fucked this up. “ his eyes are just barely watering, he looks so unfull of himself, nothing like before.
“ shhh, s-shut up. “ you barely make out to say, nails digging into his skin when he thrusts up instead of manhandling you back down.
“ i need you, need you to be mine please. “ now, he’s just blabbering, completely pussy drunk from you doing nothing but letting him have his way.
the realization of his words hit quickly.
you slap his hip. “ you're n-not asking me out while i'm riding you. “
“ i'm sorry. “ hes quick to say. “ just need you so fucking bad. “ the minute you feel his legs prop, you brace for it.
those babblings get worse. his hands spreads your ass apart. those moans turn into hard groans. the squeals from your pussy fill the room.
it felt like something out of a porno, you were completely lost in pleasure. he’s talking all raspy, softer. keeping those degradingly stickered with praises coming.
“ can't wait for you to cum on my d-dick, might make you do it a couple of times. “ he slurs, his teeth chucking down on his lip, caught in his own thoughts. " gotta keep you satisfied. "
“ eren. “ you hiccup over a moan. you're withering against him, completely letting him go overboard. his balls smack against your ass subtly, only aiding that burn in your tummy.
his hand marks along your ass like an imprint.
your legs start to tremble, mind going impossibly blank for the second time this night.
“ ren, ren! so close. “
“ oh fuck, mhmmmm, you gonna cum for daddy baby? “
he’s getting greedy, sucking onto your neck, leaving a bruise, giving you a reminder. his dick runs along your walls like a rod, prodding deep at something you thought would stay untouched.
you barely render that you're cumming this time. you tap at his sides, letting out husky little gasps. his name falling just loud enough from your lips to tip his balance over.
“ fu- baby, i’m cumming. “ he ticks off that line just as it breaks.
his pace stutters, his noises growing. the feeling of something hot and sticky floods your pussy, you kiss along his collarbone to somewhat tell him thank you, throat so dry you aren’t even sure you can speak.
his chest stays on yours, heaving up and down. you both stay quiet, not really thinking. just trying to rest. your gel x’s keep coaxing up his sides, drabbling along to the indents you felt.
you can barely get over the smell of him. the musk of dolce and gabbana light blue and something strong like liquor.
you’re both catching your breath, when you say. “ you really asked me out… while fucking me. “
fratboy!eren exhales from his nose, letting a small snicker fall. “ if i ask again right now would it work? “

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fratboy!gojo does this thing where he goes hours on end not replying to your messages. it happens only when he’s out with his friends, those cliques of druggies who supply him too often.
and all you do is sit around, waiting for a simple ‘hey, yeah i'm good.’. at times you were even okay with one liners. anything to prove he was okay and wasn't dead in a ditch.
it’s pathetic yeah, but you couldn't help it…
unfortunately you let that go on for so long it became normalized.
fratboy!gojo didn't care anymore. he didn't care about how humiliating it was for you to be waiting around for his attention, waiting for a simple conversation.
waiting for him.
… and it seemed like the only person who did care was his brother, his twin brother at that. nerd!jo. the total opposite of him.
his ray-bands are constantly on, you aren't sure you've seen him without them. always fumbling with his wired headphones, always stuffed in a book and always, always sending you little glances.
the first time you both had interacted without his brother lingering like a fly was at the library in fall. you needed a certain book for mr. ackermans class and he just so happened to be there, tucked in a corner with his head stuck in a book.
you debated walking up and saying hi, you are both good after all. never truly awkward but also never really speaking on basic terms.
you nibbled on your lip, eyeballing him for so long he must've felt it because in the next moment he was looking up, catching your eyes.
you waved, he did too with a low smile. you walked closer just to see if you could push a little conversation.
it’s strangely eerie how similar they look, if only they acted the same.
nerd!jo always has this pleasant grin on his face. it feels welcoming. always makes you feel comfortable. his prominent nose curls whenever he looks too hard at something, eyes squinting, vision worsening by the day.
your shoes crease on the carpet, library quiet like always.
“ hey. “ you started, tucking your own book to your chest.
he laid his slender fingers flat on the book, attention fully on you. “ hey •༝•. “ his eyes glance at the book hovering close to your chest. “ ackerman? “
you smiled. “ yeah, how’d you know? “
“ he has some weird obsession with english communication. “ he waved into the air. that's one thing you noticed, he was always talking with his hands, swaying them, blanching them around to get his point across.
when you both first met, he had a mild stutter, only when he tried to talk too fast though and fratboy!gojo always made fun of him.
it pissed you off.
“ well i hope it ends soon, i've spent over a hundred dollars on books this week. “ you sighed. he gave you a look of remorse.
“ i'm sorry to hear that. “ you honestly believed he was. his bushy eyebrows slant, his lips pooled to the side of his cheek, like he's biting on it.
“ it's fine, i'm sorry if i interrupted you though. i hope it goes well. “ you sneak a glance at the page he left off of. world history. you haven't seen those books since high school but instead of questioning, you go to make your move.
tightening your bag over your shoulder, you walk away, back just barely being seen before nerd!jo clears his throat.
you look over your shoulder.
“ you don't have to go, not if you don't want to.“
at that moment, you didn't see a copy of his brother. you saw someone greeting, new. refreshing enough to talk too and maybe it was bad for you two to keep meeting there every thursday for two months and never telling fratboy!gojo.
but in his own defense, he never asked. and you were sure nerd!jo wasn't going around flaunting it. he wasn't like that. so you never said anything and kept being that patient girlfriend who snuck out occasionally to visit the library.
and yeah… maybe it wasn't right for you to be in his bed either.
those glasses trashed to his bedside table, some misaligned movie playing in the background.
his lips kissing at your ankle, swallowing around that anklet like his life depended on it. nerd!jo was so much different than his brother, sexually and physically.
he took his time making you feel good. he likes licking behind your ear, blowing hot air on your pussy then devouring you whole.
he likes pushing his fingers as deep as they could go inside of your cunt. hearing your noises fall ear to ear, testing how far he could push you by doing the simplest things.
like you are some kind of science experiment.
he also has a small tendency of toying with things.
you figured that out while you were riding him, insides full and tender and soaked with his pre cum. he kept grabbing at your hips, your thighs and even his own bed sheets.
just trying to take away from the fact that he was already close not even one minute in.
for a virgin… which he only said after the fact of fucking you for the first time, he’s amazing at sex and eating pussy like he’d starve without yours.
sometimes, when he heard someone walk past his door in this stupid frat, he’d force a moan out of you.
he’d slam you down on his cock, maybe flip you over and make you giggle loud enough for someone to recognize you.
for him to recognize you.
you hadn't even noticed when he was always making you feel like a princess.
tongue brushing on every crevice of your mouth, spit falling and connecting you together. your hands tangled inside of his white hair, messing up the fluff with your sweat. his sparkling blue eyes covered behind his lids.
a soft moan falls from your mouth, he gobbles it up. always letting you be soooo loud, never telling you to calm down no matter fucking what.
that's when you started getting worried.
it was becoming too risky, fratboy!gojo started questioning why you weren't so adamant on him being around you like you used to be.
he kept this incriminating bore on his face whenever you both were together, acting like a normal couple.
he also unfortunately fortunately started staying home more, at the frat…
so, you started to get worried and scared.
and that's why you tried to end it with nerd!jo, but the last thing you expected to be in is the same position he fucked you into a few days ago.
his hips brushing yours, his dick practically swobbing your cervix. he’s smirking down at you, eyes widener than they've ever been behind his black, clear lensed glasses.
the glasses he usually takes off, saying he can see you just right when you're so close to him.
he never needed them.
“ you’re so pretty when im fucking you, you know that? “ his knuckles rub against your jawline, he thrusts deeper inside of you, staying there. you're mewing while he's still talking, clearly irritated.
“ ‘can’t believe you think he’d ever make you feel this fucking good. “
his head lowers to your ear. “ and i especially can’t believe. “ — he pauses only to thrust again, somehow deeper than before. he stills. “ you think you can leave me now. “
and for someone so sure on not wanting to hurt his brother, you're cumming around him harder than you ever have.
he laughs at you, the nerd laughs at you. how ironic. :P
'ɪ ᴄᴏᴜʟᴅ ʀᴇᴀʟʟʏ ᴜꜱᴇ ᴏɴᴇ ᴏꜰ ᴛʜᴏꜱᴇ ᴡɪꜱʜᴇꜱ ʀɪɢʜᴛ ɴᴏᴡ.' | ɴᴇᴇᴍɪᴇ'ꜱ ᴍᴀꜱᴛᴇʀʟɪꜱᴛ. ꕤ
𝐉𝐔𝐉𝐔𝐓𝐒𝐔 𝐊𝐀𝐈𝐒𝐄𝐍.
𝘪'𝘭𝘭 𝘣𝘦 𝘣𝘦𝘵𝘵𝘦𝘳. ¸.•* 𝘵𝘰𝘫𝘪 𝘧𝘶𝘴𝘩𝘪𝘨𝘶𝘳𝘰 - toji’s a big jerk to your boss. you’ve been so busy and fixated on being the reliable person, youd let his disrespect seep to far, to far to renew. [ fluff, angst, mention of pregnancy, etc.]
𝘬𝘯𝘰𝘤𝘬𝘦𝘥 𝘶𝘱. ¸.•* 𝘵𝘰𝘫𝘪 𝘧𝘶𝘴𝘩𝘪𝘨𝘶𝘳𝘰. - big tummy, wobbling around like a penguin. toji feels the need to be better, reading about babies and going out of his ways of being stubborn. [ smut, headcanons, pregnant reader. ]
𝘸𝘩𝘦𝘳𝘦 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘩𝘦𝘢𝘵 𝘢𝘵? ¸.•* 𝘵𝘰𝘫𝘪 𝘧𝘶𝘴𝘩𝘪𝘨𝘶𝘳𝘰. - when there's a attitude being thrown toji’s way, he only results to fucking it out! >’< [ piv, short read, fussy reader, mean toji. ]
𝘣𝘰𝘣𝘣𝘪𝘦𝘴. ¸.•* 𝘴𝘢𝘵𝘰𝘳𝘶 𝘨𝘰𝘫𝘰. satoru and his messy delusions always end up with him winning, so why would he stop? [ boob play, male!receiving, a shorty >~<. ]
𝐇𝐀𝐈𝐊𝐘𝐔!
𝘨𝘰𝘣𝘣𝘭𝘦𝘳. ¸.•* 𝘬𝘰𝘶𝘴𝘩𝘪 𝘴𝘶𝘨𝘢𝘸𝘢𝘳𝘢. - sugawara is an eaterrr!, he loves it. needs it so bad at times he almost wants to whine and beg. coaxing you down from an argument he knew was bound to be had, he uses his fascination to his advantage. [ timeskip, oral-women receive, a little plot, tears. ]
𝐀𝐓𝐓𝐀𝐂𝐊 𝐎𝐍 𝐓𝐈𝐓𝐀𝐍.
𝘸𝘩𝘢𝘵 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘥𝘦𝘴𝘦𝘳𝘷𝘦. ¸.•* 𝘦𝘳𝘦𝘯 𝘺𝘦𝘢𝘨𝘦𝘳. - eren’s been plotting for months, it's good to say you have been as well. it seems like there's never a good time to have a conversation until everyone is asleep and the wind is out of control. who knew he could be such a handsome freak when they are alone!! [ college au, plot, oral!fem receiving, p in v, dirty talk, eren is freaked out to the max. ]
𝘣𝘭𝘰𝘰𝘥 𝘴𝘶𝘤𝘬𝘢 ! ¸.•* 𝘦𝘳𝘦𝘯 𝘺𝘦𝘢𝘨𝘦𝘳. - eren is a blood sucking manic, only having a soft spot for the pretty girl who gets undressed in front of that big window. his innocent girl-friend. a night sneak in and take has become the norm in your household. [ vampire eren, blood play ( he's a vamp… its inevitable. ) , tears, p in v, dirty talk, quiet sex. ]
𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘭𝘪𝘬𝘦 𝘥𝘢 𝘸𝘢𝘺 𝘪?.. ¸.•* 𝘦𝘳𝘦𝘯 𝘺𝘦𝘢𝘨𝘦𝘳 - it's no secret. eren lovesssss pussy but in better words, your pussy. he’s constantly fiening for any touch, no matter the place or time. [ short fic, fingering, a little bit of mirror play, some plot. ]
𝘮𝘪𝘴𝘴𝘪𝘯 𝘺𝘰𝘶𝘶𝘶. ¸.•* 𝘦𝘳𝘦𝘯 𝘺𝘦𝘢𝘨𝘦𝘳. - eren comes home, smelling like work and musk but he sees the person he’s risking it all for and only feels thankful. [ grateful\clingy reader, p in v, dirty talk, mentions of pregnancy, etc. ]
𝘴𝘦𝘭𝘧 𝘦𝘴𝘵𝘦𝘦𝘮. ¸.•* 𝘦𝘳𝘦𝘯 𝘺𝘦𝘢𝘨𝘦𝘳. - eren is your best friend, although he can be a bit self-centered it never makes you feel any less friendly-... unfriendly love for him. [ argument, slightly mean eren, unprotected sex, dirty talk, creampie >-<, etc. ]
𝘭𝘢𝘣𝘰𝘳𝘢𝘵𝘰𝘳𝘺 𝘮𝘪𝘴𝘩𝘢𝘱. ¸.•* 𝘦𝘳𝘦𝘯 𝘺𝘦𝘢𝘨𝘦𝘳. there’s a melody in the way chemicals can affect the brain. sometimes soft, sometimes grueling but most definitely bringing things out into the wood. you experience first-hand how it feels to let it take over. [ piv, creampie!, unprotected sex, oral!fem, under the influence of chemicals.]
𝘰𝘶𝘵 𝘰𝘧 𝘣𝘰𝘥𝘺. ¸.•* 𝘦𝘳𝘦𝘯 𝘺𝘦𝘢𝘨𝘦𝘳. what are you supposed to do when there's no chemicals inside of your body and eren yeager is still on your mind?! [ part two to laboratory mishap. headcanon. piv, unprotected, confession. ]
𝘨𝘰 𝘭𝘰𝘸. ¸.•* 𝘢𝘳𝘮𝘪𝘯 𝘢𝘳𝘭𝘦𝘳𝘵. armin cant seem to ever control himself when he wants youuu :p [ oral!fem - mentioning. hinting smut, part two maybe, etc. ]
𝐁𝐋𝐄𝐀𝐂𝐇.
𝘬𝘦𝘦𝘱 𝘪𝘵 𝘰𝘯 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘩𝘶𝘴𝘩. ¸.•* 𝘬𝘪𝘴𝘶𝘬𝘦 𝘶𝘳𝘢𝘩𝘢𝘳𝘢. - kisuke has a way of showing his love, when you pop up unannounced at the convenience store and everyone seems to be busying themselves with their duties. he busies himself with you. [ bathroom sex, fingers in mouth, p in v, kisuke is cocky, etc. ]
𝐄𝐗𝐓𝐑𝐀'𝐒.
𝘤𝘰𝘮𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘴𝘰𝘰𝘯.
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the concept of nerd!armin begging on his knees to eat your pussy is really getting to me.
its in the middle of summer, the sun is unrelaxing and the air conditioning… wasn't present which is why you told armin no in the first place. he just wont listen. it's too hot, you hated being sweaty and this heat, oh this heat wasn't going away anytime soon.
while that presently shine blinded through the shut curtains, you fought off every calling card of armin, his sweet touches that turned sultry, a bit mean. his droopy eyes that slanted with want behind those geeky zelool's.
the ones you can barely resist.
you gulp.
he frowns, pushing those chunky glasses further up his sweaty nose.
" why? " you told him why again, for the forth time.
" not fair. "
his blonde hair sticks to his forehead, washed in a sandy color that flushes his pink skin out. the sheets are so humid they are stuck to your legs, he doesn't care, cant.
he's too focused on that perfect spot in between your thighs. he physically licks his lips, the pink shining with something remotely close to need.
his hand rubs up your knee, you push it away. he's so horny, hes in his i dont want to say words phase. only touching, forehead scrunching.
his nerves jump whenever your resolve drops for just a moment. it pushes him, so far it has him rocking on the balls of his feet, pupils dilatated.
" armin, seriously no. "
" let me eat, just that. no more. " pouty with desperation. that's all it was, his hands falls onto your calve this time, gentle, non rushing but testing. you don't push them away. the air gets hotter by the second, suffocating.
he skims higher. you shutter.
" c'mon. " he whispers ever so slightly. " just 'wanna make you feel good. "
the air isn't softening with its heat. your thighs cling together with that point to prove. when his fingers slide up inches more, dangerously close to your thighs. he pauses, not because he wants too, but he doesn't want to overstep still. still respectful even when his mouth is practically drooling for you, his hands twitching on your skin.
" fine. "
Toji’s not fond of sharing you.
he becomes extremely timid around new people, pulling you closer to his chest, making sure you're at least in his sight. you're a catch, not an easy one but an eyecatcher and it bothers him deeply.
his scowl becomes a monarchy for his brand. he keeps it on display for any and everyone who isn't you. but for some odd reason one person just won't get the memo. satoru gojo.
that white haired manic who just started at the law firm you work at. the lanky one with no solidifying build. always winking when he isn't hiding his eyes behind those freakishly suspicious glasses of his. it irritates him, toji was sure nothing could ever get him this heated but he does.
sometimes, he doesn't even have to hear his name and he’ll know you’re talking about him. you’ll say something like. “ oh and one of the newcomers is actually good with accounting which means i dont have to work as muchhhh. “ your arms splayed on the mattress, peacefulness written all on your face from a much needed break.
toji groaned, relieved of course but he doesn't like that satoru is trying to give you a break. he doesn't like when satoru does anything, gosh he just keeps getting this nagging feeling in his stomach that he’s up to no good and one day he got his confirmation.
“ baby! “ you came into the house all cheerfully, holding a vase with plenty of colored lilies. “ thank youuu. “ you drag out, dropping your bag on the floor and making your way to him.
his face scrunches, noticing the flowers almost immediately and how the ones he’d already bought for you for valentines day were still in the bedroom. “ for what? “
you throw an arm around his hefty shoulder, kiss his tensed cheek and chuckle. “ for these silly, they are so pretty. “ no clue. you had no clue. toji glances at your ditzy eyes, then his own fell to those flowers and that incredibly unmissable white card stuck to the side.
he chokes a laugh that hurt to push out.
“ those aren't for me. “
you frown, looking at the lilies with confusion. “ but the note? “
that just about does it.
he doesn't even think straight, he takes the flowers from your hands, stomps to the garbage and throws them down into the pit of black. you gasp, still in shock of who in their right mind would send you those flowers, let alone with a note so… intimate.
you were honestly glad toji didn't read it.
but he didn't have too. he knew it was from that bastard. and you barely catch the way he’s walking back to you, all fast and full of loose screws. he grabs your arm, not hard but definitely demanding and drags you to the bedroom.
the moment you walk into the bedroom, it’s clear who was winning this whole flower arrangement thing. the bed is littered with petals, pink and ivory white with a hint of green. the lights dimmed with a shade of tan. the room looks so homey but full of love.
and toji looks nothing like that. love, of course, is there. but he’s angry. he finally went out of his way to make this night special and this asshole wanted to do that? to his wife no less. he wasn't having any of it.
“ bed, now. “
“ but toji it’s so- “ pretty… your voice died down when his fingers dance on his bulky belt. you actually swallow your tongue and listen, tight pants suit digging into your tummy as you sit. you start fumbling with your top’ buttons.
toji tsks at you.
“ no. “ he started, his pointer finger flecking at the bed. “ lay down. “
the petals hit your back before the sheets do and you shuffle out of nervousness. seeing toji hanging in front of you, messing with his belt, messing with those pants that look a little too tight make you almost, almost lose any rationality.
his face is freckled with anger, his nose red from scrunching, his eyes void. he looks a total mess and why? because of you. because you don't have to do anything but smile and someone thinks they can take you away from him… him?! they think they can compete with him?
if he wasn't so mad, he’d laugh again.
his muscles tense behind the cages of that black long sleeve, his hips loosely showing from the weight of his pants dropping. gosh, he’s out of this world big. your eyes are practically speckled with delight, this might be the valentines day of the books.
you're ready to let the neighbors know who you belong to, and it seems toji would loveeee that as well.
he doesn't keep up any unnecessary time. his rough hands fall onto your pants and slither all the way up to your own buttons. you shiver when it snaps open, that zipper loud in your ear, telling. you bit your lip.
“ toji you don't have to be all mad… it was probably harmless. “ you reason.
“ lie for him again and ill kill em’. “ he drags you to the edge of the bed and you yelp.
the hunk of a man drops to his knees and slides your suit pants down in one swift motion. you're a bundle of nerves and noises at this point, head in your hands as you watch him work his magic.
toji smirks from in between your goodies and licks his lips. “ wear these for me? “ he asks, referring to those new pinky color panties you just got from victoria's secret. you bob your head and then prop up on your elbows to get the perfect view of his elated expressions.
he hits your thigh. “ better fuckin’ have. “ he said all deep and husky, then he plants a wet kiss on your meaty thigh, as if he was apologizing formally with his mouth. his big, pale but rough fingers part your legs open wider, wide enough for his body to fit in between them and he lands another kiss to your leg.
like a warning or some kind of test, he does it again, over and over. his pink lips trail to your pussy like some kind of maze and he actually groans from it, already growing harder just from the sight of your chest elevating.
he’s doing this to you, not that douchebag. that's what's fueling him - keeping him from pouncing onto you all hard and thoughtlessly. he has to be the bigger person, literally, but god does he want to rub it in his face.
he could see satoru now, imagining himself here instead of him. the thought made him growl into your cunt. he’s reeling.
maybe, maybe he’d let em watch this. not just satoru but all of those little guys who think they can give you an ounce of this, who think they can have your heart racing out of your body, your hands carding into their hair without barely any effort being done.
your eyes rolling to kiss that skull.
they could never and he knows it. he knows it so much so he’s playing with you. licking your entrance sloppily, spit leaking onto the bed, his eyes slanted up at you and you're still getting there, still moaning his name.
“ mhmmmm, pussy just loves me huh? “ he coos, sucking harder on your clit. “ better make sure it stays mine. “
it’s beyond nasty at this point, he’s praising you one minute, telling you how good you taste then he's back to being mean. - back to saying things like, “ gonna give you this dick and yur’ gonna take it. “
it’s like a damn blessing and curse when he goes through with his promises, his dick is hard, huge and flush pink with the slightest droll of pre-cum leaking. you always get him there by just being pretty.
your inside have to accommodate him everytime, your back arches off the bed, your eyes shoot wide open and just when you feel like it's enough, he’s pushing in deeper, smirking, licking his lips with greed.
“ takeee it… that’s it mama, take it. “ if he wasn't so keen on making you feel good you’d lose it, right here on this decorated mess of flowers that are sticking to your sweaty skin.
“ look at those eyes, god, i just make you feel so good dont i? “ he cockily remarks, his big hands pressing into the sides of your throat. you bit your lip, only letting moans slips and although toji loves every bit of them, he loves when you’re talking his head off even more.
“ tell me. “ he demands.
“ yes! , fuckkkk, you do baby! “ your voice feels so pitchy, toji’s grip doesn't help it either. your eyes go fluttery like butterfly wings and you're tapping his arms to warn him of that ecstasy bringing relief.
if he wasn't loud and mean before, he definitely was now, with his chest almost touching yours, the ridges of his abs smoothing over your body like butter, his groans falling in your ear while he speaks out of satisfaction.
“ look at you, can't even speak. “ he says in the air, like someone could hear him other than you.
“ cum on this dick and make it messy. “ he smacks your thigh. “ you know how i like it. “
[ Empathicliar. | Kinktober 2025. ]
⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀™𝓔𝓶𝓹𝓪𝓽𝓱𝓲𝓬𝓵𝓲𝓪𝓻 | 𝓚𝓲𝓷𝓴𝓽𝓸𝓫𝓮𝓻.
𝒥𝒰𝒥𝒰𝒯𝒮𝒰 𝒦𝒜𝐼𝒮𝐸𝒩.
size kink. | toji fushiguro.
bondage. | satoru gojo.
impact play. | kento nanami.
breath play. | suguru geto.
to be updated.
𝒜𝒯𝒯𝒜𝒞𝒦 𝒪𝒩 𝒯𝐼𝒯𝒜𝒩.
temperature play. | eren yeager.
food play. | jean kirstein.
face fucking. | armin arlert.
voyeurism. | erwin smith.
to be updated.
𝐵𝐿𝐸𝒜𝒞𝐻.
submission. | ichigo kurosaki.
size kink/ impact play. | shunsui kyōraku.
to be updated.
𝐻𝒜𝐼𝒦𝒴𝒰!
dominance. | daichi sawamura.
cuckolding. | keiji akaashi & korato bokuto.
breath play. | oikawa tooru.
humiliations. | shoyo hinata.
submission. | iwazumi hajime.
to be updated.
𝒩𝒜𝑅𝒰𝒯𝒪.
to be updated.
𝒮𝒫𝐿𝐼𝒯 | 𝑀𝒰𝒯𝐼𝒱𝐸𝑅𝒮𝐸𝒮.
double penetration. | eren yeager & suguru geto.
to be updated.
[ kink-tober 2025. ]

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the curse caught up to me.. :(
i got out of the hospital a few days ago. my updates might be slow but they are coming. love you guys.
-- neemie. <3
“𝐬𝐡𝐞’𝐬 𝐠𝐨𝐭 𝐚 𝐩𝐮𝐬𝐬𝐲 𝐭𝐨𝐨 𝐠𝐨𝐨𝐝 𝐭𝐨 𝐩𝐮𝐥𝐥 𝐨𝐮𝐭 𝐟𝐫𝐨𝐦”
𝐰𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬! caught fucking and neither of you stop, sugar baby!reader, ceo au, light exhibitionism, light voyeurism, degradation/praise, impact play with a belt, choking with a belt, handjob, face fucking, satoru stick his thumb in your ass, cream pie, pain kink, collar and leash (they make one with the belt)
𝐫𝐞𝐪𝐮𝐞𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐝 𝐛𝐲 𝐚𝐧𝐨𝐧! Ceo!satoru gets caught fucking his sugar baby at work but he doesn't stop
The heavy door of Satoru’s office automatically slides open with a small click. On the other side is a beautiful man in a black suit with angular dark brown eyes and long black hair.
His smooth, gentle voice contrasts his cocky smirk. “Thought I drop by for a surprise visit, didn't expect to be the one surprised.”Walking into Satoru’s office, loosening his tie and unbuttoning his shirt. “Suguru Geto.” Standing in front of you giving you an eyeful of the outline of his thick cock.
Your pussy sinfully clenches, you want them both. Looking up at Suguru pleading with Satoru, “Don’t stop! Don't stop! Nnn feels ‘s fuckin’ good.” Your messy cunt lewdly squelches, fluttering around Satoru.
Satoru’s long, veiny cock is making a mess out of your cunt. You’re dripping down your thighs as he wrecks your cunt with quick hard thrusts. Filling you with intense body-tingling pleasure making your knees weak.
It’s hot the way Satoru grunts, “Fuckin’ cumslut,” Clenching Satoru, biting your lip when he needy whines. “Her cunt got wetter, you like it when he watch huh?” Sharply smacking your ass, making your cheek jiggle. You cry as sweet hot pain spreads from your cheeks to your needy cunt. -
Suguru unbuckles and tugs on his black leather belt. Biting your lip when he loops it, holding it out to Satoru. “Use my belt on her slutty ass. We can see how long it takes for her cheeks red.” You fondle Suguru’s hard cock through his pants. His cock is so heavy and thick, his balls are large.
𝘰𝘶𝘵 𝘰𝘧 𝘣𝘰𝘥𝘺. ¸.•* 𝘦𝘳𝘦𝘯 𝘺𝘦𝘢𝘨𝘦𝘳. | pt 1 , pt 2.
thesispartner!eren who paced around his apartment all night after having the best sex known to man.
his mac book is on, screen lit, keyboard harvesting the ghost of his fingers. yet no words or remote thoughts come to mind other than your name, your face and the way your lips curved when they moaned his name.
he is going fucking crazy, losing sleep over you.
he was sure this had to be some kind of prank, that all of these symptoms would go away in a day and he would get the best sleep of his life.
he was wrong and that never happened.
thesispartner!eren has his phone propped on his kitchen counter, the contact hidden by the darkness of his screen.
“ i feel like i'm going crazy, ‘min. am i going insane right now? “ he says defeatedly. there’s a chuckle on the other end of the phone that makes him scowl.
thesispartner!eren holds his dick in his hand, pumping only enough to let pre-cum slide down his healthy tip. his bottom lip is tacked inside of his mouth, his eyes closed tightly, seeing fragments of memories.
although hazy, he still remembers the key details of everything that makes him utterly infatuated by you and it sends him over the edge, cum flying onto his sheets and his happy trail.
he lays there, staring up at his ceiling.
yeah, he was fucked.
thesispartner!eren who, two weeks out by the way, is still replaying the memory of that night, examining every detail.
your gloved touch, your hooded eyes, the red somehow brought out this look of bliss he hadn't been able to escape.
his hands lay on his stomach, tapping. is it wrong for him to be this hard, to want you this bad?
it feels beyond sex at this point, he just wants you. he pictured what you could be doing right now. you were probably finding an outfit for the bar.
sasha had invited you both alongside a few others to celebrate the milestone, passing hange’s classes was like finding a needle in a hay stack.
he cares of course, he worked his ass off for this moment but it feels unraveling. he chalked it up many times, saying to armin and his other childhood friend, misaka that it was the strange side effect.
because surely he wasn’t going this crazy over a woman.
thesispartner!eren who can't take his eyes off of you even if he tried.
you're swaying along to an old r&b song with sasha hugging your waist, keeping your back flush to her chest. skin buzzy, hands rubbing down your own body, eyes flickered open just enough to catch him staring.
you're evil, he realized it then when you smiled, keeping that deadly eye contact that has him sweating underneath this dress shirt.
he’s letting his mind wander to a deeply guarded place.
he wondered if you’d look just as luring as you do now if you were relying on his back. his hands combing your body, his dick —
sucker, a fucking sucker.
all it took was one look from you and a few lustful thoughts to have him pacing, again in his flat, hands gripping his almond locs.
thesispartner!eren had enough of it.
he couldn't keep going on like this. he couldn't focus, couldn't think functional and eren yeager thinks functional!
he couldn't keep walking around mindlessly, hoping you’d pop up out of nowhere — so he did it himself.
after persuading sasha into giving him your address, she let up after a long, dragged out sigh.
“ you’re lucky i know more than you. “ he frowned, but happily wrote your address in the middle of his palm.
the black sharper is still on his palm as he knocks, nervously.
he almost backs out when you don't answer immediately. this was stupid, until it wasn't. until you answered the door in a long scott pilgrim designed t-shirt and fuzzy, kitty patterned socks.
until he realized the quickening of his heart was further from lust than anything.
“ eren? “ you said in complete shock. “ eren what are you- “
“ you won't stay off of my mind. “ he admitted vastly, hands folding into his black sweatpants. “ i can’t sleep correctly, i can’t think - i can’t function like this. “
he blinks rapidly, shaking his head. his glasses slipping down his turnt up nose. “ maybe i inhaled too much and i'm having the worst chemical pull of a lifetime, but i can’t stand this shit anymore. i can’t. “
“ i need you. “
you stand there, in your doorway with a purple bonnet on and in an overly large shirt, and eren, the same man who was a distantly friendly but also a nerdy flirt three weeks ago is staring at you with every emotion known to man.
he’s terrified, lashes mis-matched and wet, arms spasming. his veins turn whenever you open your mouth to speak but couldn't find the right words.
“ say something. “ he looked down at the ground, his voice a cruel whisper.
you figured it was just you. that this feeling of bind was just something you had to get over on your own.
that every suggestive greeting after the fact was in your head, a made up fantasy.
that every smile his way was nothing.
that every pine you made was going to go away after this insane chemical mishap blew over but it hadn't. it stayed, it followed you.
you couldn't escape eren. his smell, his hands, his face. everything that makes him irresistible.
he wouldn't go away and it bothered you. it bothered you so much that all you could do was stay up at night. walk around , go to the park, finish old task.
you did everything to take him off of your mind and still, it wouldn't work!
now, he’s here, saying everything you’ve been feeling for weeks and there’s nothing other to say than – “ same. i’ve been losing my mind thinking about you. “
“ i hate you for it. “ he chuckles, stepping closer. his hands move before his mind can catch up. he looks down at you, tenderly, and smiles.
“ put that hate to the side. “ his voice drops and your thighs mesh together. “ i’ve been dying to feel you again. “
he dragged you inside of your apartment, he moved so vividly you’d wondered if he’d been in your home before.
this time when you laugh, you aren't high off anything but him.
thesispartner!eren has your back against his chest, your head on his shoulder. crazy coincidence…
his fingers dance on your clit while he whispers sweetly nasty things inside of your ear. a white creamy ring forming at the base of his dick.
he’s gaping a hole inside of you, anchoring your body down to meet his thighs. his dick bulges through your pudgy belly, you can feel every intent.
he wants to make you feel good and you’ve already accepted that will be a regular thing.
he wraps his big hand around your throat. “ there you go baby, take it. “ he coos, sucking on your earlobe with a venomous smirk.
your mewing, hands plastered on his thighs as you match his pace. every pull he makes, every nerve bending thrust inside of you has you seeing shooting stars.
he’s cocky about it too, making sure your eyes stay open the entire time. he wants to see you come apart. he needs to, it's bigger than a craving.
“ so pouty baby, look at those lips. “ he sounds goneee, head tipped just to get a good view of your face.
your cervix is screaming at you, to switch position or do something but it feels so good it's wrong to stop.
sinking down only to get louder. you dug your nails into his thighs and he moaned guttarly, catching your wrist. “ you ta-ke it so well, c’mere, give me those lips. “ his kisses feel passionate, careless. he slips his wet tongue inside of your mouth and searches every inch of it.
you were sure it couldn't get better than this.
skin to skin, his lips falling from yours to suck on your neck, his dick hitting everything soft and fragile.
then it got better, he squeezed the skin of your hips, forcing you down just enough to get you there.
you wordlessly cum, body jerking more than it had under the influence. your eyes flickering, hands wrapping behind his neck to keep yourself from toppling over.
you suck him in so tight, he doesn't have to chase his orgasm, you duress it out of him.
the grip on your neck gets tighter, his huge, veiny arms tangle on your stomach, and he halts. moaning inside of your sweaty neck, shaking.
he whispers something about your pussy being a drug as you milk him dry and you huff a laugh. :p
“ i swear if t-this is what being crazy feels like, i’m all in. “ he whispered inside of your ear then kissed the lobe.
𝘣𝘰𝘣𝘣𝘪𝘦𝘴. ¸.•* 𝘴𝘢𝘵𝘰𝘳𝘶 𝘨𝘰𝘫𝘰.
satoru gojo has a tendency of ogling at your boobs.
you weren’t sure when it started but you were sure when you noticed it, and it was especially hard to ignore now that satoru wasn't trying to hide it.
that eye contact he’d heavily rely on differed and those beautifully colored blue eyes faltered towards your top. it was hot, increasingly overwhelming but hot.
he smirks subtly every time, keeping a conversation going as if he’s not being a scandalous freak. you let it continue for another month without a word.
you talk, he listens, then he shuttles down to the view of your breasts and can't seem to pull away from it.
at first, you were flattered. you’ve been dating for years and he’s simply just showing he loves your body, right? surely.
that was the case until one dream changed the way you thought about it. you woke up briefly, hands laid on his bare front, his breathing calm and monitored.
it wasn't much so the dream that made you think, it was the after thought of it.
was he staring because he liked it or because he wanted them to change?
you forced yourself to fall back into slumber, shuffling only slightly before your eyes shut. though it didn’t detour any of the ill thoughts.
you tried to hide more when it was only you two. you’d talk to him without focused eye contact, busing yourself with dishes or putting them away.
you kept a keen distance.
however, satoru was that of a hands on person. he’d spin you around, grinning, teeth showing and make you watch him stare, like he enjoyed watching you shrivel with shyness and nerves.
but one day, you snapped. “ okay, toru what is your problem? “
he blinks a couple of times and flashes a grin. “ whattt? “ he drags. “ i haven't done anything. “
“ you're always eyeballing my tits. “ you unconsciously pull your shirt up, closer to your neck and cross your arms.
“ psh, no i dont. “ he remarked as if you’d just accused him of breathing too hard, but then he gave himself away. he started to walk away from you, his back facing your front.
satoru can never lie to your face.
“ yes you do! “ you followed after him, footsteps leaving little sound on the carpet as you both entered the shared bedroom.
“ i can't stare at what's mine every once and a while? “ he still doesn't turn around. his hands roll down to the bottom of his clad grey shirt and he rolls it off.
you stop, staring at his toned, muscled back.
what the hell is he planning… “ but it’s not every once and a while, it's like everyday. “ you comment.
finally, he stops moving on the floor and turns around. when you see the way his lips are turned up and his glowy eyes slant, it hits you right then.
he’s been waiting for you to acknowledge it.
“ so you’ve been aware of it? “ you nod soundlessly.
he cocks his head to the side and tongues his cheek. “ and you waited this long to ask? “
“ i figured you would’ve stopped after a while… “ you replied softly, hands falling off your chest from his stares.
he starts to walk closer to you and you can't help but glance down at his abs, gawking. even after so long he still makes you feel so bothered.
his long pale fingers cage around your chubby waist and satoru, like the bastard he is, smiles at your frustration.
“ you make me sick. “ you said with a growing grin and satoru leaned into your face, as if he wanted a kiss but didn't want to initiate it yet.
his hot breath fanned in your face before his mouth parted. “ i want to try something. “
whole heartedly, you were convinced this was something simple from his reaction.
he wanted to rile you up like always, but when his smile turns into a sinister smirk and those eyes seem to light up like fireflies, you gulp.
that look that always ends up with you in some kind of extravagant position does its job.
your knees hit the carpet, your legs spread just enough for him to get a view of your pretty little cunt and he’s proud of himself, it shows.
“ mmm, yeah baby squeeze em’. “ he mutters, his head rolling back on his shoulders.
you do as you're told. your hands squeeze your perky breast together tighter, hips rolling to get some kind of friction when he whines from it.
satoru bites his lip and leans his head back to the surface. in that moment he’s sure you’re something of pure gold. lips folded and pouty with concentration, eyes glossied with a need to please and your thighs completely covered with your own essences.
he's panting incoherent words that sound like mumbled praises. the air clouded with that tinge of lust and heat. he’s been wanting this image engraved into his head for months, but he likes playing games. he likes a chase and you're his prey.
he’ll never be satisfied until you’ve given him every position known to man and the unknowns.
“ you’re perfect, god you're perfect. “ his fingers drop to your face, creasing the tip of your nose then your juicy lips. you whimper. “ always such a good girl, aren't you? “ he purrs.
you smile bright and cheerfully, agreeing like he’s offered you candy. “ always. “ his tip leaks from your voice, pre-cum smears further onto your tits and his head, that he was so confident on keeping up falls back again.
his lips all pink, bruised and bitten, his hands bunching into the soft sheets of your shared duvet. he has this permanent look of pleasure written over his face that has you grinding harder on the cold air.
“ faster. “ he demands, you huff and shuffle down faster. your hands feel on fire but like always, satoru eggs you on with his quivering mouth and those eyes that are shut tight and oh those moans.
those whiney, high-pitched moans that make you seize up and moan on absolutely nothing but him.
“ baby, im g-getting close. “ he warns, fingers tapping rapidly on the sheets now, his pale, hairy legs shaking where they rest on each side of your head.
if there were ever a time you felt more influenced it would be now. when satoru is at his peak and his body loses function, his head fills with overbearing lust and everything around him becomes a blur.
his white, ivory colored hair sticks to his forehead and his head tips forward, he’s barely hanging on by a thread but he’d rather die then not see his cum dripping down your face.
satoru barely lets out a soft ‘i’m coming’ before he does. his hip jerks up and cum lands on your face like the finishing touches on a stunning painting.
he doesn't just come to an end either, he keeps coming, his moans growing louder. “ s-so pretty baby, fuckkkk. “
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𝘰𝘶𝘵 𝘰𝘧 𝘣𝘰𝘥𝘺. ¸.•* 𝘦𝘳𝘦𝘯 𝘺𝘦𝘢𝘨𝘦𝘳. | pt 1 , pt 2.
thesispartner!eren who paced around his apartment all night after having the best sex known to man.
his mac book is on, screen lit, keyboard harvesting the ghost of his fingers. yet no words or remote thoughts come to mind other than your name, your face and the way your lips curved when they moaned his name.
he is going fucking crazy, losing sleep over you.
he was sure this had to be some kind of prank, that all of these symptoms would go away in a day and he would get the best sleep of his life.
he was wrong and that never happened.
thesispartner!eren has his phone propped on his kitchen counter, the contact hidden by the darkness of his screen.
“ i feel like i'm going crazy, ‘min. am i going insane right now? “ he says defeatedly. there’s a chuckle on the other end of the phone that makes him scowl.
thesispartner!eren holds his dick in his hand, pumping only enough to let pre-cum slide down his healthy tip. his bottom lip is tacked inside of his mouth, his eyes closed tightly, seeing fragments of memories.
although hazy, he still remembers the key details of everything that makes him utterly infatuated by you and it sends him over the edge, cum flying onto his sheets and his happy trail.
he lays there, staring up at his ceiling.
yeah, he was fucked.
thesispartner!eren who, two weeks out by the way, is still replaying the memory of that night, examining every detail.
your gloved touch, your hooded eyes, the red somehow brought out this look of bliss he hadn't been able to escape.
his hands lay on his stomach, tapping. is it wrong for him to be this hard, to want you this bad?
it feels beyond sex at this point, he just wants you. he pictured what you could be doing right now. you were probably finding an outfit for the bar.
sasha had invited you both alongside a few others to celebrate the milestone, passing hange’s classes was like finding a needle in a hay stack.
he cares of course, he worked his ass off for this moment but it feels unraveling. he chalked it up many times, saying to armin and his other childhood friend, misaka that it was the strange side effect.
because surely he wasn’t going this crazy over a woman.
thesispartner!eren who can't take his eyes off of you even if he tried.
you're swaying along to an old r&b song with sasha hugging your waist, keeping your back flush to her chest. skin buzzy, hands rubbing down your own body, eyes flickered open just enough to catch him staring.
you're evil, he realized it then when you smiled, keeping that deadly eye contact that has him sweating underneath this dress shirt.
he’s letting his mind wander to a deeply guarded place.
he wondered if you’d look just as luring as you do now if you were relying on his back. his hands combing your body, his dick —
sucker, a fucking sucker.
all it took was one look from you and a few lustful thoughts to have him pacing, again in his flat, hands gripping his almond locs.
thesispartner!eren had enough of it.
he couldn't keep going on like this. he couldn't focus, couldn't think functional and eren yeager thinks functional!
he couldn't keep walking around mindlessly, hoping you’d pop up out of nowhere — so he did it himself.
after persuading sasha into giving him your address, she let up after a long, dragged out sigh.
“ you’re lucky i know more than you. “ he frowned, but happily wrote your address in the middle of his palm.
the black sharper is still on his palm as he knocks, nervously.
he almost backs out when you don't answer immediately. this was stupid, until it wasn't. until you answered the door in a long scott pilgrim designed t-shirt and fuzzy, kitty patterned socks.
until he realized the quickening of his heart was further from lust than anything.
“ eren? “ you said in complete shock. “ eren what are you- “
“ you won't stay off of my mind. “ he admitted vastly, hands folding into his black sweatpants. “ i can’t sleep correctly, i can’t think - i can’t function like this. “
he blinks rapidly, shaking his head. his glasses slipping down his turnt up nose. “ maybe i inhaled too much and i'm having the worst chemical pull of a lifetime, but i can’t stand this shit anymore. i can’t. “
“ i need you. “
you stand there, in your doorway with a purple bonnet on and in an overly large shirt, and eren, the same man who was a distantly friendly but also a nerdy flirt three weeks ago is staring at you with every emotion known to man.
he’s terrified, lashes mis-matched and wet, arms spasming. his veins turn whenever you open your mouth to speak but couldn't find the right words.
“ say something. “ he looked down at the ground, his voice a cruel whisper.
you figured it was just you. that this feeling of bind was just something you had to get over on your own.
that every suggestive greeting after the fact was in your head, a made up fantasy.
that every smile his way was nothing.
that every pine you made was going to go away after this insane chemical mishap blew over but it hadn't. it stayed, it followed you.
you couldn't escape eren. his smell, his hands, his face. everything that makes him irresistible.
he wouldn't go away and it bothered you. it bothered you so much that all you could do was stay up at night. walk around , go to the park, finish old task.
you did everything to take him off of your mind and still, it wouldn't work!
now, he’s here, saying everything you’ve been feeling for weeks and there’s nothing other to say than – “ same. i’ve been losing my mind thinking about you. “
“ i hate you for it. “ he chuckles, stepping closer. his hands move before his mind can catch up. he looks down at you, tenderly, and smiles.
“ put that hate to the side. “ his voice drops and your thighs mesh together. “ i’ve been dying to feel you again. “
he dragged you inside of your apartment, he moved so vividly you’d wondered if he’d been in your home before.
this time when you laugh, you aren't high off anything but him.
thesispartner!eren has your back against his chest, your head on his shoulder. crazy coincidence…
his fingers dance on your clit while he whispers sweetly nasty things inside of your ear. a white creamy ring forming at the base of his dick.
he’s gaping a hole inside of you, anchoring your body down to meet his thighs. his dick bulges through your pudgy belly, you can feel every intent.
he wants to make you feel good and you’ve already accepted that will be a regular thing.
he wraps his big hand around your throat. “ there you go baby, take it. “ he coos, sucking on your earlobe with a venomous smirk.
your mewing, hands plastered on his thighs as you match his pace. every pull he makes, every nerve bending thrust inside of you has you seeing shooting stars.
he’s cocky about it too, making sure your eyes stay open the entire time. he wants to see you come apart. he needs to, it's bigger than a craving.
“ so pouty baby, look at those lips. “ he sounds goneee, head tipped just to get a good view of your face.
your cervix is screaming at you, to switch position or do something but it feels so good it's wrong to stop.
sinking down only to get louder. you dug your nails into his thighs and he moaned guttarly, catching your wrist. “ you ta-ke it so well, c’mere, give me those lips. “ his kisses feel passionate, careless. he slips his wet tongue inside of your mouth and searches every inch of it.
you were sure it couldn't get better than this.
skin to skin, his lips falling from yours to suck on your neck, his dick hitting everything soft and fragile.
then it got better, he squeezed the skin of your hips, forcing you down just enough to get you there.
you wordlessly cum, body jerking more than it had under the influence. your eyes flickering, hands wrapping behind his neck to keep yourself from toppling over.
you suck him in so tight, he doesn't have to chase his orgasm, you duress it out of him.
the grip on your neck gets tighter, his huge, veiny arms tangle on your stomach, and he halts. moaning inside of your sweaty neck, shaking.
he whispers something about your pussy being a drug as you milk him dry and you huff a laugh. :p
“ i swear if t-this is what being crazy feels like, i’m all in. “ he whispered inside of your ear then kissed the lobe.
kinktober role call.
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jujutsu kaisen
chainsaw man
death note
naruto
bleach
haikyu!
attack on titan
maid sama
other ( recommendation. )