#angwings

sizekink!toji who when for the first time laid his eyes on you, felt attracted. with how you had to look up at him whenever you spoke to him, how you let out a muffled scream in the pillow the first time you guys ever fucked while he put his oh so mean, monstrous, dick deep inside your tummy—feeling at the little bulge that poked at his palm whenever he would thrust inside.

sizekink!toji who thinks its the most funniest thing when you say a new position you wanna try. he would go on about how he’d “kill ya before either of you got to cum”, and that you were too tiny to take his dick in that angle.

sizekink!toji who always has to prep you with just one finger for starters, eventually moving onto three. he played with you for however long until he felt was just right, even if there was no point. because you both knew there was no amount of fingers that could compare to his length, or width. let alone at the same time.

sizekink!toji who, as much as he likes it fast ‘n rough, goes nice and slow just for you. well atleast for the first fiveish minutes. after that hes just purely mismatching your guts up. letting your tight cunt become the perfect amount more looser so he can use your pussys wetness as lubricant to absolutely fuck you up.

sizekink!toji who laughs everytime after you two are finished. he teases and thinks its hilarious at how wrecked you look, how you cant even think properly enough to form coherent sentences—let alone words. he’ll say things like “ my poor baby, couldnt handle everything you begged me for?? ” , and when you let out a whimper in response he’ll grin and stroke your hair, moving it out your face.

sizekink!toji who will get in the shower with you, letting you lean up against him while he cleans off your body, the water being warm to soothe your achey and sore legs. he’ll let his touch linger, the air hung with a silence that carried a strong feeling of love, passion and care. a complete contrast from what was going on in the next room over only 10 minutes ago.

STARRING - the one and only, eren jeager .

SYNOPSIS - so very sadly, you get into an argument with your boyfriend, eren. hours later you still seem to be bitchy about it, so once eren has the chance to ,, he fucks it out of you.

A / N - this is for you mak baby \ (≧▽≦) / ! i hope you enjoyy ( yes. i AM reusing a header, im running out ;(. i also got lazy at the end, spare me ) @katsumak

every argument with eren went exactly the same. you’d argue, he’d soften up—end up apologizing and you’d forgive him.

so why was this time so different? well, after he let a certain name slip from his lips while you two were arguing, like “bitch” .. you knew you wouldve put your hands on him if you kept speaking to him. it was honestly baffling to you how he could use such words to his beloved girlfriend. its like you were having a gossiping session with your thoughts as you sat in the bathroom, rethinking each word that was spoken between you two during the fight, and cursing him and his actions to yourself. you were genuinely so angry, he knew you hated that word. no matter who called you it, and honestly you wouldn’t put him saying that just to piss you off past him. you knew he was a jerk like that, and you knew his tactics to piss you off during a fight ALWAYS worked. so were you surprised when you found yourself slamming you twos shared bedroom door right infront of his face? no. you were absolutely fuming. you heard his voice behind the door, “ seriously? you think isolating yourself is gonna make shit any better?? youre a fucking child. ” , all you could do to respond to that was to roll your eyes as you climbed up onto you twos bed and whisper “ ‘fuck up..” under your breath. and after a few moments, you heard a sigh and a pair of footsteps retreating from the door. and that, was the last time you heard anything from your boyfriend. and you were glad it was, because the more you thought about the incident , even if it was hours later , the more it pissed you off. if he wasnt a six foot tall hunk, youd totally lay him out. but sadly, reality calls and..your still no match for him. you decided to call it a night, and take a shower. you couldnt feel shitty physically and mentally, so one had to get fixed.

you slowly open your eyes, it was dim in your room, the only light shining in there was a small my melody tap-to-light lamp eren had got you as one of your gifts for your birthday that was sitting on your nightstand. your eyes drift over to the little alarm that was next to it.

“ 3 : 1 0 AM ”

you let out a soft sigh, your pink covers falling off your shoulders as you slowly rose to sit up. you rub your eyes and looked beside you, nobody was there. seems he had gone off to the spare room. good riddance. honestly, if it wasnt for your shitty mood he put you in, you’d feel amazing right now. the vanilla scented body scrub you had used before you fell asleep still lingered on your skin, and stuck onto the shirt which laid oversized on you, who belonged to eren. he loved it when you wore this—it made him crave you. too bad he was acting up, you win some, you lose some. you slowly walked out your room and went downstairs to get a glass of water, but thats when you stopped in your tracks, and rolled your eyes. why was he here and why right now? he turned his head swiftly to meet the noise he heard, and was greeted by your mean eyes that laid on him. you shake your head subtly, and walked past him without even saying a word, going in the cabinet and grabbing a glass before you heard his deep voice fill your ears. “why ‘you up so late?” you place the cup down on the counter, a clanking noise following. you turned around to stare up at him. “whys it concern you?? worry ‘bout yourself and what you got going on.” … there was silence for a moment before he cocked his head back and made a face towards you. “ fucks wrong with you?? dont have an attitude with me because you’re still pissy about something that happened twelve hours ago. ” you snap your head around so u can meet his eyes. and knowing yourself, you were gonna argue back. “ first of all, the only reason im still in a pissy mood is because you like to act like a jerk towards me knowing damn well the shit you say really gets to me. so yes, im still mad over something that happened twelve hours ago .” he sighed and pushed off the counter he was leaning on, walking over a few steps to stand directly infront of you. he stared down at you and tilted his head, a dumb smirk plastered on his face. he always did this, tried to butter you up after a argument so youd stop being mad at him, but you werent having it right now. “ baby, i really dont know who youre talking to like that, but you need to chill. ” your face contorted. “ who else would i be talking to?? ” he rolled his eyes and grabbed the filled glass from you, regarding it elsewhere on the counter. “what are you—” “shut up.” he grunted softly and swiftly lifted you on the counter—his body in between your thighs which were parted slightly because of that. he glanced down slightly and caught glimpse of his favorite pair of panties you owned. the lacy black sheer pair you usually only wore when you were trying to get attention. his heart pounded and he chuckled under his breath. “ you couldn’t be anymore tempting..you come out here to seduce me or somethin’ ? ” you sucked your teeth and looked to the side, “ why would i do anything for you when you ain’t even acting right? ” he raised an eyebrow. “i dont have to ‘ act right ’ for my girlfriend to show me some love. and this attitude you got goin on?? isnt cute . ” you narrow your eyes at him as he snakes a hand up your thigh. “cmon, lighten up a bit. im tryin to be nice.” , “you should be being nice. your the one that fucked up.” he sighed and stared dead into your eyes, grabbing your jaw and shaking it in a playful way. “i gotta get you to soften up in a different way??” you nudged his hand away , looking at him. “ you really think you deserve it?? ” he rolled his eyes, coming closer as he grabbed your face again. “girl. stop playing with me.” he kissed you right after he let those words fall from his lips. his hands grip the fat of your hips, massaging them ever so slightly. you grumbled softly but eventually kissed back, one thing led to another and the kiss was getting sloppy. you were trapping him in between your legs at this rate, grinding up against his body pathetically as he smashed his lips up against yours. he pulled away, a string of saliva connecting you two. “you forgive me yet..?” you raise your eyebrow,

“i aint that easy.”

“yea ok.”

- SYNOPSIS ; its your birthday and you decided to go out and get drunk with a few friends, who knew your night was gonna end up in a video being posted of you getting completely pounded by your beautiful emerald-eyed boyfriend?

- ft. eren jeager .

- a/n ; were almost at 100 followers :3 also so sorry this is lowk hot buns LMAOO, took a break frm tumblr and gotta get gist of writing smut again. NOT PROOF READ !

Eren was just an outright rude, diabolical, beast in bed. if you thought he was gonna go easy on you just because it was your birthday? oh how wrong you were. and now look where that assumption got you.

“ erennn!!— ohh fuck! ” , the “ BIRTHDAY GIRL” crown your friends made you wear was now slipping down in-front of your face, making your hair slightly disheveled. not like it wasn’t already from the way eren was drilling into you from behind. his mouth parted into a small open slit, eyebrows furrowed as sweat covered him all over— the front - piece strands of his hair sticking to his slicked forehead. the music of your sloshing pussy played throughout the room, bouncing off those four walls that you swore to be spinning. you were drunk out of your mind with a much larger man putting in work behind you..which happened to be your boyfriend who was waiting for you allll day long while you went to the club with your homegirls .

SYNOPSIS ; aot boys and what they fancy ! are they for tits, thighs, or ass ? STARRING ; eren jeager, levi ackerman, armin arlert.

Eren is definitely an ass typa guy. he loves whenever you’re wearing any tight bottoms, mini skirts, especially bloomers. if he’s not staring your ass down, he’s touching all over it. and you better pray you two don’t get left alone, because he’s taking whats his right then and there.

“ erenn! fuckkk!— ” well, in the scenario you two did get left alone, thats how you were left sounding. with him drilling into you at an angle that was pounding up against your cervix?—how could you not sound like that? your face was shoved in your satin-covered pillows, hands gripping at the sheets and your eyes shut closed tightly.

you felt erens gaze practically radiating off of you. well..more off of your ass. he watched the recoil each time you fucked your needy self back into his hips, each thrust a squelching noise came running out that pussy eren had gotten so wet. when he wasn’t being a pervert and just staring, he was being more of a pervert and actually taking action. hands gripping and fondling the fat your ass provided him with. he loved when you let him get like this. be all nasty for you while he rutted into you like he’s never getting the chance to ever again. just to watch the part of you that he loved oh so much, move against him.

“fuckkk baby— c’mon don’t get lazy on me now, you ain’t done.”

Levi would definitely avoid that question as much as he can, and he truly and honestly wouldn’t give a verbal answer. but you could tell what that “unknown” answer was by his actions. the way he had his hand under your shirt and on one of your boobs while you two were simply just relaxing and laying next to each other, the way his eyes fell down to your cleavage that was showing whenever you wore a tight shirt. yeah, you could say he was fond of them.

“ leviii, cmon your distracting..fuck— ” he found himself fondling your tits as you sat on the fuzzy carpet in you twos living room which was placed infront of the couch he was sitting on. it wasn’t out of the ordinary for him to do this, i mean, he did it anytime you two were alone with each other and you were in his space range. but this specific time was a little different. he was focusing more on your nipples, and he had not one but two hands of his busy. stimulating you all the more. meanwhile you were simply and innocently, just trying to do your work. your hands hovered over the keyboard as you paused,leaning your head back and giving into levis tactics.

“levi !! my god— slow down!-“ about a few minutes later you found yourself thrown onto you twos shared bed, into the meanest mating press. instead of gripping onto your hips like anybody would traditionally do—he was gripping onto your tits, making you spread ur legs even more which pained your inner thighs so he could have more access to his beloved tits. and he thought it was the meanest, most cruelest thing ever whenever you pressed your thighs together which were laying on your own chest, blocking him from touching your tits. he shot the most rudest glare at you.

“ are you crazy? move them. “

Armin loves thighs idcccc. he is such a thigh man it’s crazy. whenever he’s sitting next to you , this mans hands are all over your thighs. your sitting on his lap? both hands are on both thighs. your in his passenger seat while he’s driving? hands on your thigh. he loves how plush they are and how they spill between his fingers a bit whenever he squeezes them enough. and he’s an eater. so you know what that entails.

“ ‘minnn!— my god!! ” he was currently in between your legs after he had came back from a long, stressful day of work, gripping on the thighs that were shutting and trapping his head down. his tongue was mean. as fuck. and he was putting it to work. he didn’t even say a proper greeting before quickly rushing you into the room after he came through the front door a few minutes ago. he was slurping and sucking—and being so damn sloppy. he was showing how much he missed you from how he was flicking over your clit like crazy, showing it the most affection. well..other than your thighs of course.

he let out small whines each time you closed your thighs in on him, but don’t get me wrong,, it wasn’t because you were hurting him or causing him discomfort or anything like that. it was the fact that he was a complete and total slut for your thighs. he gripped on them and whenever he pulled away from you soaked pussy, he let his slick-covered lips kiss at your inner thighs. before tapping at your right thigh gently, signaling you that he wanted to lift his head up. once you eased down on the headlock you basically had him in, you met his gaze and immediately saw those big blue doe eyes soften. he wiped his mouth with the inner side of his wrist and spoke in such a angelic tone, after doing such sinful actions.

you and your best friend—megumi’s relationship with eachother was always so strong. you went on family vacations with him, got to meet his distant family, and even built a close bond with his other sibling, tsumiki. they both saw you as their unrelated sibling, and thats how you saw them too. so was it weird when your stomach felt like a butterfly enclosure around their dad? it was something about the way he spoke, the way his hair fell just the right amount past his eyes, that scar on the right side of his lip, everything about him was so alluring .

but it wasnt until tsumiki caught onto how you stared at toji whenever he walked by, at first she just laughed and teased you about it. saying she’d tell megumi if you didnt stop having the hots for their dad. that got you to behave accordingly whenever you were around tsumiki and megumi. but when you werent..it was a different story. you would basically eye fuck toji whenever he was in your vicinity, and he wasnt a dumb man. he knew what you were doing, how you felt about him. and he just had to egg you on. he started giving you soft smirks or grins whenever youd stare at him for too long, seemingly in a trance. which would make you come back to reality and quickly look back at their living rooms tv all flustered. this followed you to bed at night. whenever you’d go back to your home you’d think about toji. his laugh, and that face you’d die for. you were a dumb college kid who happened to be a virgin, you never felt what it was like to have a mans hands on you, which caused you to be all the more needy for it. most nights that you would think about him, you’d cover your mouth while you drove your fingers inside your cunt that was leaking all over your pink covers. moaning his name into your palm until you came all over your fingers—just at the thought of him. and then you would go back over to their house the next day just to see the face you were getting off to last night right infront of you. it was like a weekly thing for you .

one day, maybe around 12pm while you were over at the fushiguro’s, megumi left you in his room while him and tsumiki went to the market to pick up a few things for a cute spring picnic you three could do that tsumiki decided to have. you found yourself thinking about toji once again, thats when a bright idea popped into that little head of yours. you got up off megumis chair he had in his room and went to your schoolbag you left in the corner. you grabbed your textbook and flipped to a random page, you found a article and smiled to yourself. perfect , you thought. you slowly made your way out megumis room—textbook in hand, and went over to his fathers room. you knocked gently three times and bit your lip a bit in a way to fidget. once the door opened, there he was. he wore loose sweatpants and a compression shirt that made your cunt literally pick up its own heartbeat. he stared down at you and smiled once he caught glimpse of your face, you spoke up first with a slight tremble to your voice, which you cursed yourself right after for. “good afternoon, mr fushiguro! i hope im not too much of a bother, i was just wondering if you mind helping me with homework? its due tomorrow and my professors kind of strict about due dates..i just cant figure it out myself.” you complain softly, looking up at him with big, sweet and innocent eyes. he grinned down at you and moved out the doorway, “for sure, sweetheart. come in.” he said gruffly. you absentmindedly walked into your bestfriends dads bedroom, taking a seat on the edge of his bed and looking up at him expectingly. that made him want to take you right then and there. and thats exactly how you winded up in the position you were at right now.

“ c’mon, its not that hard babygirl. read the paragraph f’me. ” you whimpered softly and gripped the sheets that were below you. you were currently face down ass up on his bed, textbook infront of you. he gently fucked your pussy, a bit more than the tip-length, but even that was too much for you. the burning sensation of being stretched out was over, now all you felt was pure pleasure. his large hands were laying on your hips as he slowly inched deeper and deeper each thrust. you let out a shaky voice as tears rolled down your cheeks every now and then. “ t-the colonial period lasted..f..from— i-i cant take it! ” he smiled at how whiney you were being, he leaned more forward which caused you to cry out from the new angle, he hovered over you as he looked down at your textbook as he continued with his thrust that were getting harder and harder every passing second. “ yes you can, you just aren’t trying hard enough, doll. restart .” you let out a sob as a tear fell onto the page. “ it lasted from.. early 1600s..mmf!— to..late 1700s! oh god!—” you yelped out as he picked up his pace. “ there you gooo. ” he groaned out and he leaned his head back slightly. “ so fucking tight..saved yourself just for me, hm? a real man who can show you what real pleasure is? ” you let out a weak ‘ mhm. ’ as he lifted you up, your back now flushed up against his chest. he looked past your shoulder and down at your tits that were moving up and down, rhythmically at the same timing of his thrust. he was perverted with his actions, and thats what you loved most about him, he moved a hand up to cup one of your tits, before talking gently in your ear. “and what were the late 1700s known for, hm?” he says as he pounds you so hard til the point you cant even think, making the question a trick one. “ it’s.. ah.. “ , “ basic knowledge baby. cant think? ” you hold onto him and shake your head. your mind was so foggy, and your eyes were unfocused. he drove his cock deep into your pussy, bringing a hand down to rub at your needy little clit. you whine out and jerk up, “m-mr fushiguro!—” he shushes you and picks up the pace of his hands movement, you furrow your brows as you feel a odd pit feeling in your stomach. the sensations of his thick dick pounding into you as your clit got attention too, was absolutely too much. youve never felt this before, not ever. not even when you played with yourself. you gasped out as the pit feeling got stronger. “ m-mr fushiguro i..im close! ” he smiles down at you and lays you back down on the bed to press down at your lower back, to go harder. you let out a lewd moan and bite down on the nearest pillow. that was before your vision went blank and you heard toji groan in satisfaction.

“ fuck baby..`had all that pent up, huh? ”

and you two didnt just stop there. you went for hours on end until you both heard the front door open. and afterwards, you went along with your day with your two friends like their dad hadnt just taken your virginity hours before.

“ he’s my little ponyboy. so i treat him like a ponyboy ❦ . ”

synopsis ; short little drabble of small hcs on how sub choso is in bed . wc ; 0.2k

18+ suggestions are open !

!ponyboychoso who whines out everytime you lay the slightest finger on him, desperately trying to create the friction that you were depriving his pretty pink tip of.

!ponyboychoso who cant keep his hands to himself once you allow him to touch up on you. just like a virgin whos laying his hands on a pair of tits for the first time, hes so eager.

!ponyboychoso who has the most innocent looking face, but the dirtiest, most cutest whines. who wouldve known this cutie was into being bossed around until hes so overstimulated that he has no other choice but to let out a whine ?

!ponyboychoso who fancys being physically contacted with during sexual intercourse. being pushed around, tied up, even scratched. the morning after you two have your fun he wakes up with a sore back, wincing ever so slightly from the red streaks going down his back. he loved it.

!ponyboychoso who cant go two days without having his face stuffed in between your thighs. he was most definitely an eater, and the best one youve ever came across.

!ponyboychoso who when hits your g-spot, looks directly into your eyes. watching you moan ‘n shout his name out, desperately looking for any signs of approval and pleasure. and he got it each and everytime.

!ponyboychoso who makes you cream all over his fingers, just to stick them in his mouth to clean them off—immediately going to lap up whatever his fingers didnt catch afterwards. being absolutely so fucking sloppy with his tongue, and making your thighs twitch insanely violent. he was so dirty with his actions, it turned you on all the more.

soundtrack ; ponyboy - SOPHIE

satoru gojo, the strongest sorcerer this day and age ever knew.

satoru gojo, the strongest sorcerer who always was cheery around his students. always playful and cocky around his coworkers

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satoru gojo ,