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Jax Teller x Fem!Reader

18+ MDNI

Yes, yes, yes!!! It’s never just sex with her, it’s always a ritual, a connection of the body and the soul.

She’s very passionate and attentive when it comes to you, and I just know she always makes sure you feel comfortable and loved.

She praises you so much, always whispering sweet nothings in your ear and telling you what a good job you’re doing. She loves peppering kisses all over your face and neck as her pussy connects with yours. Her legs are always wrapped tightly around your own, keeping you close so that she can see every little change in your expression as her fingers join in and find your swollen clit. She knows that the sensation of her pussy rubbing on yours, along with her fingers working gently on your clit, drives you insane.

When you cum, she’s immediately shushing you, her free arm wrapping around you as you wail and tremble in pleasure. Her lips are all over your face again, whispering soft praise between kisses as her fingers roll your clit lazily to help you come down from your high. Your mixed juices hold your pussies together like glue, and neither of you wants to sever this connection anytime soon. So you just sit there, breathing heavily and whispering your own words of praise to her, pressing yourself closer, if it’s even physically possible.

Not once was there a time where you two rushed things. It’s always a consistent ritual of love and connection, not just something you do for bodily pleasure (though, it’s definitely one of the reasons it happens in the first place).

Katara soothing your sunburns after a day at the beach.

Your girlfriend eyed the red patches of irritated skin, worry and annoyance written very clearly on her face. Her hands spread an excessive amount of aloe gel all over your body to help with the burning sensation and to cool off your skin. Somehow, you already knew she was going to scold you, and so you prepared yourself as she continued applying the gel to your skin.

…

“I told you to reapply the cream after a few hours, guppy. Look where being stubborn and not listening to me got you… you’re burnt all over! I’m honestly surprised it’s not worse.”

Ah, there it is. The scolding.

“Katara… baby, sweetheart…” you started, turning to face her, a pout on your lips that you knew would definitely help your case, “please, don’t start with this. I already know I was wrong, I said I’m sorry, I’m paying the price for my mistakes… and I’m really, really tired. Can we just, y’know, forget about this and go to sleep?” you said, hoping she would just drop it and cuddle you straight into dreamland. But you knew her better than that, and being the worrywart she is, she just couldn’t possibly let it go that easily.

“I know you’re sorry, bubbles. And I know you’re tired, I’d be surprised if you weren’t. But if you just listened to me for once and—“

“Pleeease, baby… let’s just go to sleep, I’ll let you scold me all you want tomorrow, ’kay?” you interrupted, arms wrapped securely around her as you began to press light, soothing kisses along the column of her throat.

She sighed once again, leaning into your touch despite herself. With a slight pout of her own, she took your hand in hers and tugged you along towards your bedroom.

“Just don’t cry tomorrow when the burns actually start to burn. I’m not healing them, you have to learn your lesson.” she murmured, trying hard to fight the smile that threatened to appear on her plump lips as she watched you jump into bed. She climbed in soon after, pressing a light kiss to your forehead before pulling the cool covers over the two of you. “I’m serious, I won’t heal those burns. You really have to stop being so stubborn when I’m just trying to look out for you…”

By the time she said that, you were already cuddled against her, face buried in her chest, legs crossed with hers and an arm draped carelessly over her waist.

“Mhm, I know, mom… but I also know you’ll kiss every single spot that hurts, so I think I’m good…” you hummed, pressing a tender kiss to her soft chest as you dozed off, the day’s adventures finally catching up to you.

Katara chuckled, the sound making you smile even in your half conscious state. Her cold fingers soon found their place in your hair, nails lightly scratching at your scalp in a way she knew you loved. “I will. And I already told you not to call me that…”

“Right… sorry, mommy.”

“Ugh, that’s even worse! J—Just go to sleep, dummy…”

- older bf!toji, who was skeptical when you first approached him during his daily morning jog. why would a young, lively girl like you want anything to do with someone who used to kill for a living? someone who has tragedy written all over their expression? however, the giddy yet nervous smile on your face when you asked him to come over for dinner all that time ago eased the knot in his stomach and the frown on his face.

୨ ᭝ ᨳଓ ՟ babydaddy!toji fucking you in a mating press after your date didn't go as planned! [18+]

( mdni. cw: (18+), rough possessive sex, mating press, deep penetration, creampie, breeding implications, dirty talk)

Toji had been crashing at your place more often than not these days, always with some bullshit excuse. "Megumi left his toys here again," he'd grunt while sprawling on your couch like he owned it, his massive frame taking up half the space.

Or "The kid forgot her stuffed bear—can't leave her cryin', right?" as if your shared daughter wasn't perfectly fine without it half the time.

Truth was, the man was glued to you, finding every reason to linger, his rough hands brushing your waist when he passed in the kitchen, or "accidentally" pinning you against the counter while reaching for a beer.

Annoying as hell, but there was that spark in his green eyes, the way his scarred lip twitched into a smirk whenever you shoved him off.

He wanted you—bad—but Toji wasn't the type to say it outright. Nah, he played it cool, hiding behind his cocky bullshit

Tonight was no different. Your daughter was giggling on the living room floor, stacking blocks with Megumi, who was half-heartedly supervising while scrolling on his phone.

Toji lounged nearby, shirt clinging to his ripped torso, those black sweats slung low on his hips. You emerged from your bedroom, dressed to kill: a tight black dress hugging your curves, heels clicking, hair and makeup on point.

Heads turned. Megumi barely glanced up, but your daughter's eyes lit up. "Mommy pretty!" she squealed, clapping.

Toji's gaze snapped from the kids to you, raking over every inch like he was starving. His jaw tightened, eyes darkening. "The fuck is this for?" he drawled, voice low and edged with something dangerous, sitting up straighter.

You ignored him, scooping up your daughter for a quick hug and kiss. "Be good for Toji and Megumi, okay baby? Mommy'll be back soon."

She nodded, chubby arms around your neck. Megumi just mumbled a "Yeah, bye," already back to his phone.

Toji stood, towering over you, arms crossed over his broad chest. "Oi. Where you goin' lookin' like that?" His tone was casual, but his eyes flicked to your exposed thighs, the dip of your cleavage, jealousy simmering under the surface.

"A date," you shot back breezily, grabbing your purse. No need to explain yourself to your annoying baby daddy.

His smirk faltered for a split second, replaced by a scowl. "A date? You don't need some punk-ass date, doll. What, you bored or somethin'? I got everything you need right here."

He stepped closer, big hand grazing your hip possessively, thumb digging in just enough to make your breath hitch.

You swatted his hand away, heart racing despite yourself. "Watch the kids, Toji. And don't wait up." With that, you blew a kiss to the little ones and strode out the door, heels echoing, leaving him standing there fuming.

The date was a disaster from the jump. The guy was late, then spent the whole dinner talking about himself, barely asking about you. His touches were slimy, his jokes lame, and when he leaned in for a kiss at the end? You dodged, muttering an excuse about a headache and bolting.

By the time you pulled into the driveway, you were pissed, makeup smudged from frustrated tears, dress rumpled. All you wanted was a shower and bed.

The house was quiet when you slipped inside—kids tucked in, Megumi probably crashed in the guest room. Toji was in the kitchen, shirtless now, muscles flexing as he cracked open a beer, He didn't even look surprised to see you back so early.

"Rough night, mama?" he rumbled, smirking as he eyed your disheveled state.

You kicked off your heels, flopping onto a stool at the island with a groan. "God, yes. The worst. Guy was a total douche—kept bragging about his car, wouldn't shut up. Tried to grope me in the parking lot like some caveman. I should've just stayed home."

Words tumbled out, venting the frustration, not noticing how Toji's grip tightened on his bottle, knuckles whitening.

He sauntered over, towering behind you, hands landing heavy on your shoulders. His thumbs kneaded the tension there, rough but soothing.

"Told ya. Don't need that shit. Some loser touchin' what's mine." His voice dropped, breath hot against your ear.

You shivered, but rolled your eyes. "Yours? Last I checked, we're just co-parents, Toji. Not—" Your words cut off as his hands slid down your arms, then gripped your waist, yanking you back against his crotch.

His cock was already rock-hard, thick and insistent through his sweats, grinding against your ass.

"Just co-parents, huh?" he growled, nipping your earlobe. "Then why you always lettin' me hang around? Why you get wet every time I touch you?"

One hand dipped between your thighs, fingers pressing against your soaked panties under the dress. "Fuckin' drenched already. That prick couldn't even get you this worked up."

Heat flooded your core, pussy clenching at his touch. You should've pushed him away—kids were asleep down the hall—but god, you needed this. Needed him. "Toji..." you whimpered, arching back.

He spun you on the stool, hoisting you up like you weighed nothing, big hands cupping your ass as he carried you to the couch. "Gonna show you what you been missin', doll. Fuck that date outta your head."

He dumped you down, ripping your dress up over your head in one yank, leaving you in just panties and bra. His sweats hit the floor next, cock springing free—thick, veiny, the fat head leaking precum.

Toji grabbed your ankles, shoving your legs up and apart, folding you in half. Your knees hit your shoulders, ass lifted off the cushions, pussy exposed and dripping. The mating press—deep, brutal, claiming.

His scarred chest pressed down, trapping you beneath his bulk, green eyes boring into yours with feral hunger. "Look at this pretty cunt. All mine to breed. No more dates, mama. You're takin' my cock from now on."

"Toji—fuck—yes," you gasped, nails digging into his biceps. He lined up, fat cockhead nudging your slick folds, then slammed in.

No mercy, bottoming out in one savage thrust, stretching your walls to their limit. You cried out, back arching as he filled you completely, the angle letting him hit so deep it bruised your cervix.

"That's it," he grunted, hips snapping forward relentlessly. Pound. Pound. Pound. His balls slapped your ass with every ram, the wet squelch of your pussy echoing obscenely.

"This what you needed? Daddy's cock rearrangin' your guts? Forget that limp-dick loser—I'm the only one who fucks you like this."

You were a mess already, tits bouncing in your bra, thighs quivering against his shoulders. "Yes—oh god, Toji! Harder—fuck me harder!"

He obliged, pistoning faster, the couch creaking under the force. Sweat slicked his abs, dripping onto your stomach as he drilled you, pubic bone grinding your clit with each brutal plunge.

"Greedy little pussy," he snarled, one hand pinning your thigh, the other snaking between you to rub your swollen clit roughly. "Milkin' me so tight. You want my cum? Gonna knock you up again, make sure you know who owns this hole."

His thrusts turned punishing, cock dragging along your g-spot before slamming deep, head kissing your womb. You sobbed in pleasure, walls fluttering, so close.

"Toji—gonna cum—please!" Your orgasm crashed over you, pussy convulsing around his shaft, squirting messily onto his abs.

He didn't stop, fucking you through it, grunts turning animalistic. "Fuck yeah—squeeze me, mama. Milk that load right outta me."

His rhythm faltered, hips stuttering as he buried himself balls-deep, roaring low. Hot cum erupted inside you, rope after thick rope painting your walls, flooding your womb. He ground against you, ensuring every drop stayed put, cock pulsing as he bred you deep.

Minutes passed in heavy breaths, him still plugged inside, softening slowly. He kissed you filthy, tongue claiming your mouth, tasting your moans.

"No more dates," he murmured against your lips, finally pulling out with a gush of cum leaking from your wrecked pussy. "You're mine, doll. Kids need a family, right?"

You nodded weakly, spent and sated, pulling him down for more kisses. For once, his annoying ass felt like home.

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toji fucking you for so long that your poor pussy is a fucking mess. folds puffy, clit swollen, a combination of your juices and his sliding down between your thighs and onto the towel he has under you. you can’t even bring yourself to hold onto him anymore because all of your limbs are numb.

── .✦ Clark Kent x fem!reader

The way he fills you is surreal. The thickness of him makes your gummy walls stretch to their limit, warm and wet while they grip him tight.

He groans lowly once his hips are flush against yours, your thighs spread wide to make space for his huge body.

You're so full, pussy completely yielding around his heavy cock, and Clark can see that there's not a single thought left in that pretty head of yours.

He presses down on your lower belly and just grinds his hips against yours, rubbing against your g-spot, his fat head brushing your cervix.

You squirm at the feeling of him throbbing deep in you, breathlessly whining out, “Clark.”

“It's so much to take, baby, I know. But you're doing so good,” he assures, leaning down to kiss your jaw. “My good girl.”

Every thrust empties you completely before filling you to the brim again. Over and over, he fucks into you, feeling the way your body struggles to fit his girthy cock even though you’re delighted to have him in you.

“Breathe, baby, breathe,” he reminds you when your little whines and mewls turn into quick, shallow gasps. You try to obey but struggle a little because it feels like you’re so full of him that there’s no space left for air.

And when you two are done, you end up stuffed full of his cum, the thick, creamy liquid warm as it pools against your cervix. It coats your inner walls and drips out of you, dribbling down your ass to gather underneath you on the bed. Clark is quick to help you into a pair of panties so your sore pussy doesn’t waste a single drop of his sticky release <3

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• katara is an incredibly supportive partner, always there to encourage you and help you through tough times. her nurturing nature ensures that you always feel loved and cared for.

• she worries about you constantly. she knows that you are perfectly capable of protecting yourself but she still worries.

• she WILL act like a mother hen. she’ll always make sure that you’ve ate or have drank something, and that you’ve slept.

• she will tend to any wounds that you may have (physically and mentally). but sometimes, her motherliness can feel like too much.

• you’re the only one who can through to her if she becomes overbearing to others with her motherliness.

• however, she needs support just as much as anyone else, maybe even more sometimes.

• she is more of a "just be there for me" person than she is a "can you give me advice" person. you being there and holding her is enough to make her feel better.

• the two of you CONSTANTLY make fun of sokka together.

• girlie LOVES surprising you with picnics. she finds the perfect spot, prepares your favorite foods, and creates a relaxing atmosphere where you can both unwind and enjoy nature.

• we all know that katara enjoys cooking, especially traditional water tribe dishes. she often prepares meals for you, and you both enjoy experimenting with new recipes together, making cooking a fun bonding experience.

• she overthinks EVERYTHING (she’s just like me fr). but you’re always there to reassure her.

• she always blushes when you compliment her (no matter how long you've been together).

• katara isn't one to hype herself up. she just gets on with things and (like a lot of women) never expects any credit for it. so you make sure to always compliment her and try to tell her something you like about her every single day.

• you both enjoy long walks by the water, through forests, or in meadows. these walks are peaceful and give you both time to reflect and enjoy each other's company.

• she absolutely ADORES dancing in the rain with you.

• your first kiss with her was probably in the rain.

• katara loves sharing her southern water tribe culture with you. from storytelling about her ancestors to teaching you traditional dances and customs.

• she’s always eager to learn new things. whether it's bending techniques or survival skills, you both enjoy expanding your knowledge together.

• the two of you foster and care for injured or orphaned animals, providing them with a loving home until they can be released back into the wild (we all know that she can’t resist animals and people in need).

• despite her serious side, katara loves to have fun and be silly. you have playful water fights, make funny faces, and share lots of laughter, keeping your relationship light-hearted and joyful.

And then she would makeout with you and feel how worked up you got

stop anon pls bc this is making me BLUSH i had to make the print small bc my ears feel hot (mdni 18+ bc i fold like laundry)

katara would have to hold you back from going down on her, any day of the week—you're insatiable. you like to help her keep her legs up, knees framing the sides of her head, as you leave soft, wet kisses around her cunt. (ahhh I'm screaming)

she'll try to push you off when she cums, so you grab her hands and hold them to her stomach. then, she'll try to use her legs, squeezing her thighs around your face while she gushes against your tongue.

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INSPECTION REPORT: you challenge your husband by telling him that his dick isn't that big... and he isn't shy about proving you completely and utterly wrong!

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jason was just trying to get to bed.

he got out of the shower, shirtless and sweatpants sitting low on his waist. the towel was wrapped over his shoulders, his hair damp but trying to dry. his frame was getting your attention even when it didn't mean to.

you were on the bed in nothing but one of jason's shirts and nothing on the bottom, no underwear or no panties. you watched with a sharp gaze as jason walked around the bedroom, his steps soft. his figure never failed to turn you on, make your cunt so wet; his biceps that were too big for their own good, scars on his chest and jaw that became your favorite places to kiss over the years, his hair so perfectly sitting on his head with the white strands curling in front... he was too damn irresistible.

no wonder you had kids with this bastard.

he was muttering about how your teenage son was getting too big for his own good.

"hun, he's getting fuckin' huge. i wasn't his size when i was sixteen." he tells you, picking up something off the floor and putting it on your dresser.

you shrug, rubbing your thigh right above the end of the stolen shirt you wore. "jay, of course he's going to be big... he's your son anyway." you try to reason with him— telling jason todd that he was a big man isn't even a shocking thing to say... but you had a little idea in your mind.

jason rolls his eyes, crossing his arms. "i am not that big, honey." he tries to argue with you, grabbing the towel on his shoulder to rub the water that's trying to drip down his forearm.

there you go. that's your entry. you smirk, and with no issue, your words left your mouth. "you're right about that..." you began, rubbing an itch behind your ear. "with your dick not being that big anyway..."

he stops his towel's movements; he looks at you like you just smacked him. his spine straightens, his eyebrows furrowing. no way you, of all people, just told him that. "what did you say, baby?" he questions you, his voice low enough that you could barely hear it, but the tone is what makes you not ignore him.

you shrug, watching him walk over to you on your side of the bed. "you heard me; your dick is not that big." you double down on your stance— which wasn't even true because that same dick was the same one that stretched you out like crazy.

jason doesn’t even give you a damn moment to speak or explain yourself.

he drops the towel to the bedroom floor, and before you could blink, he grabs your hips, shoving you face down onto the mattress. your face first in the pillows, hand immediately shooting to the sheets as your ass is put in the air. his hands are rough against your hips, shoving your shirt up and revealing your bareness to him. he gets on the bed, knees dipping into the bed and changing the weight.

"you really want to try that with me and have no underwear on?" he asks you, dragging his cock out of his pants and lining up the blunt head of his thick dick against your folds, slow and taunting to you. "you've carried my children, you've begged for this cock this morning and i gave it to you three times this week and it's barely wednesday... and now you're saying my dick isn't that big. say that shit again, do it."

you look up at him, whining as his tip gets sucked into your cunt so easily. you try to speak, you really do, but a moan suppresses that, a moan that was too loud for it's own good.

he laughs at your futile, downright pathetic attempt at speaking, his left hand holding his cock as his right hand presses down on your lower back and forces you to arch. "good, that's what I thought... now take it like a good girl."

then, he slams into you with no issue whatsoever, pushing into you with one slick thrust. your walls instantly open up to him, knocking the air out of your lungs in a breathtaking thrust.

his hands are enormous on your hips, his rough palms and fingers pressing bruises onto your hips as he pounds into your cunt, relentless and precise. each thrust rocks the bedframe against the wall, making the headboard groan and the bedframe creak.

all you can do is moan, your tone whiney. you can't get a damn word out, all that comes out is an incoherent sound, your messy little whimpers make jason's grip tighten and him grumble out a groan.

"not that big, huh?" he growls, pounding into you so damn hard that the wet sounds between your cunt and his cock sound pornographic. "funny, sweetheart, 'cause this 'not-that-big' dick had you screaming for more last night..."

your vision blurs, eyes rolling back as your hand shoots from the mattress up to the bedframe, fingers trying to get a good grip on the wood. "jason! o-oh— ngh! jay!"

"oh, so you're nice now?" his right hand moves up and grabs a fistful of your hair, yanking your head up just enough to see your face, the arch in your back so damn sinful as your ass jiggles with each thrust. "just a minute ago you had all that mouth..."

moaning at feeling his fingers yanking on your hair, you nod your head, mouth too full with moans.

he grunts under his breath, voice dripping with a smug heat that makes your pussy flutter. "you carry my kids, you cum on my cock every night, you take every damn inch i give you, and somehow you still decide to run your mouth." your body jolts with each one of the snaps of his hips. "i'm starting to think you want me to break you..."

legs shaking violently, your chest heaving and your eyes rolling back, you can't help but nod your head at his words. "y-yes, jason, please— oh fuck! ru- ruin me..."

"oh that's it." he whispers in your ear, licking the back of it. "you just wanna be fucked so stupid by the daddy of your kids, by your husband. you want this pussy fucked?"

"fuck! ye-yes jason, fuck me. fuck me, 's-so good." you cry out, nails digging deeper into the headboard. his right hand stays in your hair while his left hand cups one of your asscheeks.

"that's it." he growls, rutting into you. his left hand lifts up and cracks against your asscheek, smacking it as the sound echos through the bedroom, mixing in with the bedframe creaking and the moans. "since you're so damn convinced i'm not that big, i think this pussy won't mind if i go just a little deeper, huh?"

he angles his hips a certain way, and with the same speed and same ferocity, he hits direclty on your g-spot, making you see stars and getting you so damn close.

"oh fuck! ja-jay! right there! oh right t-there!" you babble, feeling his hand smack your ass again before sliding down on your body.

his hand goes in between your thighs, thick fingers finding your clit and pressing down on it, rubbing circles in it mercilessly, his hand on your cunt keeping in speed with his thrusts.

"come on, mama." he murmurs, knowing what the pet name does to you, he used it to rile you on, especially in that low tone of his. "give it to me, cum on my cock, i know you want it."

and without needing any more, your orgasm slams into you so damn hard you scream into the mattress and your legs giving out completely. your body trembles violently as you sob out his name, cumming all over his cock and your vision whitening out.

jason grunts, feeling your cunt clench harshly down on his cock as he reaches his own orgasm, spilling deep inside of your folds with a groan, white painting your walls.

his right hand loosens in your hair, going to your shoulders and massaging them as you come down from your high, and the feeling in his sticky cum being shot into your cunt, his soft grinds from overstimulation slowing down and bringing you back down to reality.

"there you go... come back to me, hun..." he encourages, leaning down and pressing a kiss onto your cheek. still buried deep inside of you, he can't help but whisper next to your face. "not that big, my ass."

you move your head to the side to look into his eyes and press a kiss onto the scar on his cheek. "shush, big guy..."

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AUTHOR'S NOTE: meow. dilf! jason todd got me going absolutely insane. he's so fucking hot, he's literally bruce's twin. dilf! jason todd and dilf! dick grayson, eiffel tower me, now! i saw him in 5 minutes and KNEW I had to write sum about him, he’s so fucking fine—

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Katara who kisses you, open mouth as her tongue entwined with yours. You arching as she thrusts harder into you with the water.

Katara who trails kisses down your neck to your chest before taking a nipple into her mouth. She uses a bit of water to play with your other nipple.

Katara who uses her bending to make you lactate. Smiling as you moan as she sucks your milk.

contains : suggestiveness & fluff .

toji lounged back against the worn couch in the frat house living room , legs spread wide like he owned the damn place — which , as far as most of the brothers were concerned , he basically did .

the remnants of a late-night takeout spread covered the coffee table : half-empty boxes of fried rice , greasy egg rolls , and a massive plate of lo mein piled high with extra beef that he’d claimed for himself .

you were curled up beside him , knees tucked under you , looking entirely too innocent as you reached over with your chopsticks for the third time in five minutes .

a fat piece of beef disappeared from his plate , straight into your mouth .

toji's eyes narrowed , but the corner of his mouth twitched . “ again ? ”

you hummed sweetly , chewing with deliberate slowness . “ you weren’t eating it fast enough . ”

he let you get away with it ; he always did .

you'd been doing this since the first time he brought you around — stealing bites , batting your lashes , acting like his plate was community property .

it was cute ; annoying as hell , but cute .

until tonight.

when you went in for a fourth bite , toji's chopsticks flashed out and snatched the exact piece you were aiming for , popping it into his own mouth instead .

you blinked ; then your expression crumpled into pure drama .

“ tojii , ” you whined , dragging his name out like he’d just committed a war crime . “ that was mine . ”

“ was it ? ” he leaned back further , smirking as he chewed . “ looked like it was on my plate . ”

you huffed and reached again .

this time he was ready — his big hand caught your wrist mid-air , guiding your chopsticks right back to your own mostly - empty container .

“ starving me now ? " you accused , lips forming that perfect pout he secretly loved . “ i'm going to be malnourished because of you . wasting away right here on this couch ."

toji chuckled , deep and lazy , the sound vibrating through his chest .

he didn’t let go of your wrist , instead , he used it to tug you closer until you were practically in his lap , your soft thighs pressing against his .

“ yeah ? poor little thing ," he murmured , voice dropping into that dangerous register that always made your stomach flip . “ guess I’ll have to feed you myself then . ”

before you could protest , he picked up a generous bite of lo mein and held it up to your lips .

you narrowed your eyes at him , suspicious , but opened anyway .

the second you took it , he stole another piece right off your side of the table and ate it with a smug grin .

you gasped around the noodles . “ you thief ! "

“ payback's a bitch , bun ."

the nickname slipped out easy , the one he only used when the two of you were like this —tangled up and half-teasing , half-something warmer .

you squirmed in his lap , trying to look indignant even as you settled more comfortably against his broad chest .

“ i'll starve , ” you declared dramatically , poking a finger into his sternum . “ i'll faint from hunger and it’ll be all your fault ; they'll have to carry my frail , malnourished body out of this disgusting frat house . ”

toji's free arm wrapped around your waist , large palm splaying across your lower back , holding you flush to him .

his thumb rubbed slow circles through the thin fabric of your shirt . “ frail , huh ? "

he leaned in , lips brushing the shell of your ear . “ you feel pretty warm and meaty to me , real alive . "

you shivered , but kept up the act , turning your face away with an exaggerated sniff . “ that's because i'm running on the three bites I managed to steal before you turned cruel . ”

he laughed again , the sound low and fond , and offered you another bite from his plate — this time without stealing one back .

you took it , but not before shooting him a triumphant little look .

the rest of the food was eaten like that : slow , shared , with you perched in his lap and him occasionally sneaking bites from your portion just to watch you whine and wiggle .

by the time the containers were empty , you were fully draped over him , cheek pressed to his shoulder . “you're still mean , " you mumbled sleepily .

toji's hand stroked up and down your back . “ and you’re still a little thief . ”

you smiled against his neck . “ your little thief . "

“ damn right . ” he tilted your chin up , eyes dark and warm as they met yours . “ mine . ”

more of mikasa with the strap you say? i’ve written some hcs about mikasa’s strap right here, but my writing-skills back then really weren’t up to scratch…..plus, some more wouldn’t hurt anyone!!

mikasa who barely knew what a strap was the first time she’s heard about it. her past relationships have been with men only, and even those men were far reduced to a masculine trope to even consider a ‘strap’ introduced within their sex lives. once she starts dating women, she goes through her searching and finds out what it actually is. at first she was shy to even pass by sexy shops, but those pictures she found on the internet were alluring;

she imagines you, laid on the bed with a few strands of hair disheveled on the pillow. you look too gorgeous to not be used, and judging from the glistening mess you attempt to hide between your thighs, you want the same thing. useless to say, she’s watched porn. she knows that you shouldn’t take advices from porn when you’re engaging in those activities in real life, but those girls looked so pretty and fucked out with those fake cocks buried into their cunts, and now she needs to do the same to you. she’d beg to see your cock-drunk expression as the strap pumps into you at a break-a-neck pace. slowly, she’d tease the tip to your entrance. surely she couldn’t actually feel how tight you are, but she could see it. if she had a real cock, she’d probably cum from this initiative.

mikasa who, without the required acknowledgment, would ask for a plain black strap with a black, average-sized dildo. she’s clueless about straps in general: how would she know that there are multiple designs, color and shape speaking? so she basically opts for the ‘standard’ which is absolutely great at the beginning!

mikasa who wouldn’t bring it up immediately. at first she’d keep it hidden in her drawer, in fear of showing it to you. maybe maybe after a good week she’d try it on in front of a mirror, alone in the quietness of her bedroom. all she can admit is: she feels powerful in a way that she can’t describe. of course, she knows that ‘power’ doesn’t have the need to be established by having a dick, but the sight of the silicone toy attached to her hips, it gets her so thrilled! (thinking of mikasa who cups the length of it out of curiosity, maybe as to compare how it’d be held in your hand — smaller in comparison).

mikasa who brings it up only when you mention the idea: you’ve obviously imagined how it would be to get fucked by your girlfriend with a strap; and when you share this confession with her, mikasa’s eyes widen up in shock and excitement simultaneously. as soon as you assure how much you want it to happen, she admits to it; fucking finally for her.

mikasa who fixates on your expression when you see it for the first time?? mikasa who finds out (thanks to you) that her strap’s girth might be a little too much for you to handle??? honestly she just searched for what seemed appealing to her, hence why she didn’t really worry about the ‘girth’. but the puzzle’s pieces come together when she hears from your ‘complaints’ (honestly, you’d love to have mikasa stretching you out with her strap but she’s a novice at that! though, you can always teach her……who knows).

mikasa who’s so shy when she shows up with her strap <33. her cheeks are flushed red at the sight of your naked body, splattered on the bed just for her. she looks extremely cute with the harness on, you can’t help but soak into the view — and get wetter within the span of a few seconds.

mikasa who gently swats your thighs apart, revealing the throbbing in between your legs. she looks so focused, as if the first unpredicted move could break you up in a million pieces. she treats you as if you were made of porcelain, and because of this ‘indefinite’ deal — girth speaking — she’s afraid of hurting you.

she leaves a soft kiss on one of your knees, painfully slow for her usual pace. she’s never been this nervous but you understand, you’d probably be the same as her if you were in her situation. her cock is vaguely thick, and you can’t help but staring at it constantly. she notices your gaze, she does know that you’re curious about how she’d feel inside of you. and she couldn’t be happier to show you. all of sudden, she grabs the base of the strap and aligns it with your entrance. you’re soaked, tremendously and to the point of not even needing lube — from this mikasa can tell that you’re enjoying this as much as she is. when the tip finally comes in touch with your cunt, you gasp out her name — god. you sounded so fucking pretty, she believes and states in her head. she wants you to do that again, but louder now. easily she slips more of the length inside, you feel your walls wrapping around the shaft already. you knew at first that her sizes weren’t to underestimate, but holy shit — she’s big. she could swear that she did not think about it when she bought it! at the action, your eyes shut tightly and your mouth opens up to rasp out her name again; finally louder this time, “mikasa!” she can feel herself getting wet from this, and the way your body starts to shiver is the cherry on top. suddenly, she remembers the thing she was careful of firstly. “does this feel good?” she asks with a shaky tone.

mikasa who kind of develops a size kink overtime…. but it’s too soon to say that.

mikasa who searches for guidance from you. she wants to do what feels right for you, to make you feel good <3. she’ll ask more than once what she’s supposed to do, “want me to go slower/harder?” “can i move like this?” “tell me if this is okay.”

mikasa who pants as if she was the one getting fucked. just hearing your moans grow in volume makes her so proud, more so when you’re completely down at her mercy! yet, paradoxically, she gets so worried about hurting you. if she sees you letting out a sudden, louder moan than the one before, she’ll absolutely ask “oh my god! are you okay? want me to go slower?”

mikasa whose stamina’s totally unmatched! all that training at her local gym really pays off, especially in the bedroom. her hips move incredibly good for an amateur like her, she might be a natural. also on that note: mikasa who, once she gains more confidence, will put you up in different positions!! using her strong, slender hands to manhandle you, aughhh.

mikasa, whose favorite position grows to be doggy. you’ve tried it all by now: any angle, any surface…..yet, once you suggested to take her from behind, and placed yourself onto her strap, oh she was done for.

you’re kneeled in front of her, helping to put the harness on. you take the length into your hand, aligning it with the entrance of your mouth. mikasa outright moans at the sight, gripping at your hair softly as a reflex. “o-oh shit…” suddenly, an idea crawls up to the back of your mind. before you know it, you push mikasa onto the sheets and have her laying & waiting for you to get back on her. “please baby, don’t leave me hanging!” she thinks of begging until she sees you getting on top of her, but you’re not facing her this time: no, you put your back on full-display and your ass on top of her strap. you sink onto it slowly, giving her time to fully realize what you’re doing. she groans at the contact, as if she had a real cock. she wants — needs to feel it more, even if the odds of that are low. not to your knowledge, mikasa takes your hips into her hold and places herself onto her knees, having you on all fours. you’re dripping tremendously, and this power take surely isn’t helping to stay still. she starts moving, pumping the shaft in & out of you relentlessly. soon, a hand comes to your hair to put it into a make-shift ponytail. (on that note: mikasa who loves to pull on your hair!!!!). “that’s it….fucking take it…” she mutters between gritted teeth, growing needier at the sight of your pussy swallowing her whole.

mikasa who’s lowkey intrigued by buying an ejaculating strap…..? she’s seen it from a website once and now, she’s so eager to see her ‘cum’ filling you up!!! mikasa who buys it with you…mikasa who heartily hears for your opinion on which one she should get….mikasa who comes to use it more than the ‘regular’ one…mikasa with a breeding kink……mikasa save me….

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everything that surrounded you was pure bliss, starting off with the view of your girlfriend on top of you, rubbing her wet pussy on yours soaking as well.

“hmm… you feel so good…”

her moans are so rare yet so ethereal. her hair brushed against your face once in while when she could hover herself. she loved the sight of your face contorted in pleasure, your tits slightly bounced with every thrust, and she would grope them anytime she wanted.

her hands gripped on you faster time by time, feeling the sensation of her wetness painting your body, your swollen clits bumping against each other with so much lust. she wanted to own you, she needed to show you that you were hers.

“mmh… agh! no one could ever have you like this, right? you’re my good girl, my sweet good girl”

she peppered kiss all over your leg, you would try to cover your face with the palm of your hand: the squelching sound of your cunts kissing was making you feel embarrassed, that until she moved your hand to shook it with hers.

“don’t cover that beautiful face… you look so fucking beautiful…”