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[dovkss]

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[dovkss]

idk it’s time for a new era bc life is soooo boring rn !

[tojipie]

toji loves clingy girls <3

you don't have to look outside to know which car's music is shaking the thin foundation of your tiny apartment like a leaf. you slip outside in record time, ignoring the judgmental looks your roommates give you as you haul your weekend bag out the door.

something about this little routine sparks butterflies in your stomach every time. you just can't find it in you to shake the excitement you feel every friday, knowing he'll be out front by the time the sun sets. parked sideways with his hazards on and the roof down, music cranked so high you can feel the bass in your chest.

toji's car is probably the flashiest thing about him. polished, modded, and complete with a sound system that'd put an auditorium to shame. he leans over the door to give you a once over, mouth curled up in that lazy grin that makes your teeth clench.

"get your sweet ass over here." he urges, crooking two fingers towards himself before turning the music down. he pops the driver's side to stand and greet you properly, arms wrapping around your waist as soon as your body meets his.

“i missed you.” you sigh suddenly feeling emotional now that you're wrapped in his arms you can still smell your perfume lingering between the fibers of his hoodie. even through the different layers of soap, and smoke, and his own cologne. you're so relieved to see him that you almost feel like crying.

“fuck, baby.” he laughs softly, petting the crown of your head. you do this every single time, and he absolutely loves it. “you saw me last week, yeah? don't cry.”

you stand there for a while, rocking side to side in the parking lot until your chest loosens and the moisture beading at your eyes is gone. your knuckles ache right in the marrow from how hard you're clinging to him. toji doesn't mind, threading his fingers into the space between yours with a fond laugh and a kiss to your hairline.

[dovkss]

she’s so #me

[dovkss]

oh katsuki… 😕🤍

[dovkss]

i just realized that ive barely interacted w my moots 💔 that needs to change!!

[cashmoneyyysstuff]

katsuki who gets fucking heated when you won’t let him do stuff for you..except it’s always the stupidest shit ever. he’s glaring at you, jaw set tight and you can practically see veins popping and he’s huffing n just so mad. he’s looking at you like you just killed his mother.

..and it’s all because you threw away the wrapper for a sweet treat he got for you instead of letting him do it.

[dovkss]

thinking about katsuki who is always so hot because of his quirk!

nsfw under the cut

He’s so ridiculously hot to the touch, you avoid doing so unless he asks or unless he needs. The first time you noticed it was in the beginning of your relationship. He was cuddling you from behind. He held you against his chest as you both watched TV from his couch.

His initial tight grip kept faltering and his skin was growing wet by the second. You lifted yourself off of him to see he was asleep. You felt the stickiness cling onto you, which made you nervous. He was drenched and breathing heavily.

You were worried but he seemed to be sleeping peacefully for the most part, so you just let him sleep. He didn’t stink, if anything he smelt pretty good. He was a clean guy and took hygiene seriously, so there was no surprise there.

In the bed, you make sure you aren’t making too much contact with him so he can have room to cool off on his side. He has to sleep with a fan on him at all times, but even with that, he’s still very very warm. When you wake up in the middle of the night, you like to check on him. You make sure he has a glass of ice cold water just in case and keep it on his nightstand. When you wake up in the morning, his side of the bed is damp and empty, along with the glass.

Summertime is especially worse. He can never seem to get cool, not for a split second. He’ll use cold rags, take cold showers, but nothing seems to work. Despite all of this though, he never seems to be bothered by it. It’s just a part of daily routine. After all, his quirk requires him to sweat so he doesn’t mind most of the time.

In the winter, it’s more of the challenge. He’s still warm, but not enough to sweat. Which is an inconvenience when he needs it. Sometimes he’ll deliberately wear multiple layers to training to make hisself hotter.

When he’s fucking you is a whole different story.

He’s already so infatuated with you, so the adrenaline rush is x10 when he gets to see you under him. And he likes to fuck rough.

He lives for having you in doggy style with your back against his chest as his muscular frame hovers over you. He’s degrading you in your ear softly, humiliating you, all while thrusting himself into your stomach. It’s almost animalistic.

When he pulls your head back to force you to look him in the eyes, you can’t seem to focus on what he’s saying. You’re just a blubbering mess as you admire him. He’s glistening like he got caught up in fresh rain. His body would shimmer, each drop of sweat reflecting like tiny crystals under the damp yellow light from above you both as he drills into you with no mercy.

You’re never not mesmerized when you feel his muscles flexing which signaled he was about to cum. Everything about him was ethereal, the way his hair stuck to his forehead, the way sharp eyes would never leave yours as he grunts, groans, and overstimulate you.

“C’mon, babydoll, you can take it.. uhh mhm, yeah, you can give me one more. Right? Just one more for Daddy…”

By the end of the sex, Katsuki is usually the first to fall asleep. Like usual, heavy breathing and still sweating. Like usual, you didn’t mind taking care of him. You’d pat his back and run a cold, damp towel over his delicate face to try and cool him off. It doesn’t work.

[horrorartsworld-deactivated2024]

The Kenji Sato brainrot is taking over my brain. May I request a fiancé reader and a jealous!ken. In which one of the opposing players hits on his girl during a game and he shows off by hitting a home run or something. afterwards he takes his jealousy out on her in the locker room. Im in need to a smutty kenji fic (also pls mention breeding bc i love dilfs) 😭 ur work is so fire thank u

𝒽𝑜𝓂𝑒 𝓇𝓊𝓃

⋆⭒˚｡⋆ ᳂ jealous!kenji sato x f!fiancé!reader

warnings: smut. hint of possessiveness. rough kenji. breeding kink. daddy kink, spanking if you look hard enough, kinda proofread…kinda sorta

ngl i squealed seeing this request snsnsbjxis i hope this cured your sato rot 🫶🏻🫶🏻 also, if anyone wants to give me some constructive criticism on this i would love to get some feedback to hopefully better my writes for the future!

It was the Giants versus the Tigers.

The Tigers being your fiancés least favorite team to go against in the league..and it just so happens your seat had been put right next to the opposing teams dug out, and you would’ve taken it up with someone upfront but you didn’t want to be one to complain especially when you got a good view of your team. Though it was getting real hard for you to hear all the hateful comments being thrown around about Kenji.

“He’s such an arrogant asshole…”

“He shouldn’t be playing baseball..” they’d say, causing you to squirm about as the fury built up within you being the protective spouse you were, but before you could even give them a piece of what you had to say the shrill cheers of “Sato! Sato! Sato!”, made you break away from it.

Practically jumping out of your seat as you cheer along with the dozens of fans beside you when you see him strutting out onto the field like it was his very own stage. Throwing his hand up causally in a greeting to everyone causing the whole stadium to erupt in a flurry once more and it doesn’t take him long to spot you in the crowd on the other side, giving you a little wink and a cocky grin.

Your feel your heart pining with a rush of excitement as you then shout while cupping your hands over your mouth like your own personal megaphone, “Go get em baby!” He chuckles while shaking his head when hearing that, a sense of pride washing over him knowing that your here for him as he goes up to plate.

You on the other hand couldn’t help but think of how good he looked in this moment with that concentrated look on his face..the way his bat hung over his broad shoulder…let alone how his baseball uniform hugged him just right when he stood in position…

“Hey there sweet thing..”

Your brows furrow as you look around to see who erupted your thoughts, looking down to notice one of the Tigers players had peaked out from the dug out and was giving you a certain look. Scoffing you ignore him as you wanted to pay more attention to Kenji who was batting.

“Awww don’t ignore me..i just wanna talk”

“And i just wanna watch the game…” You grumble, crossing your arms over your chest along with legs.

You could see out of the corner of your eye the player was practically gawking at you shamelessly, letting his eyes rake up your now crossed legs. Starting to get uncomfortable you try to zone him out once more when Kenji gets his first strike, seeing the catcher was giving him a hard time.

“Instead of watching the game i could give you something better to watch in private..” His slimy voice comes through your consciousness once more, again trying to ignore him Kenji strikes out again making you frown as you can tell he was getting frustrated with himself and the catcher.

“Baby stop playing hard to get..he’s got nothing compared to what i’ve got right here..” That’s when you see him grab himself suggestively and you completely lost your mind.

“Listen here you disgusting pig! You’ll never be Ken Sato even if you tried…you’re just a low life scumb-”

CRACK

The noise rings through your ears before you could even finish your rage-full tangent as your eyes then land on Kenji who seems more than pissed for someone who just hit a home run. His eyes piercing and flickering between the two of you with looks that could kill as he took each an every base with moxie, the man from the other team looks back up at you letting out a low whistle. “Soooo is that a no?”

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Kenji had been stewing on what he had saw after the game, his hand ran through his sweaty hair as a few of his teammates congratulated him on the win as they exited the locker room. He leans his head back to rest against the wall with his eyes closed for a moment, hearing the large metal door swing open of the locker room, not bothering to open his eyes until he hears a soft, “Kenji?”

He sits up slightly at this though the back of his head still rested against the wall, legs spread wide as his hands dangled between them in a lazy display, his face twisting in annoyance.

“Hey…,” you say with a small awkward smile and a small tilt of your head, your arms hugging your midsection. “You did amazing out there..”

“Mhm,” he hums uninterestedly, looking up at the ceiling.

“And a home run too..your dad would be proud..”

He shakes his head, still not bothering to look at you. Noticing his leg starting to jump slightly up and down. “Probably..”

You knew it was inappropriate for the situation, referring back to the thoughts of his uniform and how it hugged him so..the thrill you felt seeing him in front of you now all bent out of shape though he won a game this way was ten times more great. “Y-You seem upset..”

“Ha do i?,” He asks sarcastically with a huff. His tone becoming colder, with one of his hands coming to grip at one of his knees, specifically the one bouncing nonstop. “Anyway shouldn’t you be heading home by now? It’s getting late..”

It was late and Emi probably is giving poor Mina the run around, but your main priority was to get this straightened out first. “This is about that Tiger player isn’t it..”

“No..”

You scoff, rubbing your forehead in frustration. “Damn it, Kenji! Don’t-”

Your words die out on your lips when he reaches out and grabs you by the waist, tugging you onto his lap and holding your chin taut in his grasp making you look him dead in his eyes. “Who do you think you’re talking to like that, Huh?”

You swallow, unable to form words in your mouth, trying to avoid his gaze now as you feel a lump take place in your throat. “m-m’ sorry..” you managed to meekly muster.

“That’s what i thought..” He growls, giving a light slap to your ass with his free hand causing you to squeak in surprise. Taking advantage of your mouth slightly being open for the moment he practically assaults it with his own in a hungry frenzy. Your lips trying their best to keep up with his face paced movements, especially when his tongue practically swallows yours in your own mouth and all you can do is moan pitifully.

He almost chuckled at the sound and pulls away for a moment from you with a string of saliva still connecting your lips, taking in your state of a breathless haze that he found quite endearing. “You wanna play? don’t you baby..” he coos huskily, rubbing his thumb along your now puffy bottom lip disconnecting the string and letting it slip down your chin.

You nod innocently at his ask, eyes big and doughy. Your sweetness not faltering what he was about to do to you. Completely loosing his patience and changing positions from the chair to having you bent over in front of him on all fours, removing your panties from under your skirt in one swift motion with his long slender fingers skimming down your thigh as the lace fabric hits the floor. Your thighs quivering now just from that simple touch to only have his erection pressed against your slick, instantly wetting the fabric of his baseball pants. “Pretty pussy already making such a mess on me..”

His tone awfully too low for comfort that it made you clench around nothing. “K-kenji please…”

He blatantly ignores your pleas as he takes his time taking both his pants and his boxers off making you whine until you finally hear them clatter to the floor. “Whose is this?” he mutters, letting his tip tap against your leaking entrance tauntingly earning a gasp from you. His other hand goes to grip onto your hip with some of your skirt bunched up in his hold when he lets his tip then tease your folds. “Tell me..”

“Kenji- ah.. I-”

“Not quite..” he says almost disappointed as he pulls his tip away making you feel lost without him against you, he was insinuating something specific when somewhere through your muddled brain you find the answer.

“D-daddy’s” you assure him almost panting, and before you could overthink what you said he thrust himself into fully and you both moan in unison.

“F-Shit say it again..” he orders, head falling back with his hand pulling you into him by the hip as he stretched you out. Already getting consumed by the feeling of being inside you that he starts picking up the pace causing you to mewl out a daddy without hesitation.

Your ass clapping with each connect of his hips that were becoming more brutal with each passing second, tantalizing delicious force that can probably be heard by anyone outside the room. “S-slow down K-kengi!.. i-i can’t hah-“

“Shh, yes you can baby..Jus’ need to fuck you full of my cum..maybe make you pregnant before I marry you..” those words alone about made you fall forward on your face though his grip on your hips don’t let you only causing him to chuckle.

“Oh you like that don’tcha? Mmm..yeah you like the thought of that huh? Fuccck princess I’m gonna breed my pussy so good…” he rabbles, getting more possessive and vulgar with it as he goes on, taking a quick glimpse at him from behind you as he was just as focused at making you feel good like he was focused on the field hitting that baseball moments ago. Fucking so deep inside you till you start clenching around his cock.

“h-gh i’m gonna..”

“That’s it..so fucking good, baby,” he encourages you and you let out a meekly whimper, as his hands reached down to rub at your clit. You start to squirm against his touch, eyes squeezing shut at the movement and to add to it he reaches down to pull you up by your throat till your back is against his chest, reaching deeper places, still relentlessly pounding away with sweat coating both of your bodies and ecstasy riding up on you. Honestly you didn’t want it to be any other way than how he made you feel. “So good frrme…Tell him who you belong to and you can cum baby…Be a good girl for daddy and let that dumb motherfucker on the Tigers and the rest of this stadium know who owns you..”

“Kenji Fucking Sato!”

[dovkss]

need him

[jennifercheckwannabeme]

[sylviaplathsmuse1]

[dovkss]

wish i could relive it </3

[prettyboykatsuki-moved]

✮ tags ; pwp, fem + afab!reader, dubcon (reader is drunk af), dirty talk, rough-ish sex, the liiiightest yan undertone. 18+

✮ a/n ; im not a kiri fucker but i . had a thought in the shower

Kirishima fucks like he has something to prove.

That part of him hasn't changed, you think. It's a bad time to be reminiscing about such a thing, especially since your brain can't think of anything other than how good it feels to have such a thick cock buried in your sore, weeping cunt.

Kirishima has stopped briefly, just to bottom out and press his navel to your sex - so your brain has a little space to think. You don't know exactly how you've ended up here after thinking about it for a long time. The alcohol is making your head feel fuzzy and your lower half is weak, might melt into Kirishima's nice king size bed if you're not careful.

An hour ago, you had come off of work and joined some friends in an izakaya. Kirishima was there too, seemingly with his own friends. You hadn't seen him since middle school, when he shorter and more negative. You had a crush on him then, back before all the hero stuff.

It was refreshing to see a boy your age obsesses over something like being a perfectly chivalrous man. You were friend though not closely, and had a dopey school girl love affair that never came of fruition. You didn't speak to him after that, weren't close enough to ask - and watched him grow into a hero through televised events and news.

He's a pro now. He was much bigger than you thought he'd be. You didn't think men could get that big, unless they played basketball or something. He was shorter than you in middle school but when you saw him again in person, he was double your height. You had to crane your neck up just to get a good look at his face. Defined jaw and rugged, boyish charm that made your cheeks warm like you hadn't grown out of being a girl.

You thought he wouldn't recognize you since he's basically famous now, but he did. Flagged you down and whisked you away for drinks and catch up time. Your friends pushed you to go, so you did. You drank and spoke about nothing in particular and Kirishima seemed so enraptured with you - you thought the alcohol had fried your brain. Thoroughly tipsy and giggly, you admitted to having a crush on him in long and unnecessary detail. That you liked him, and seem to still if this feeling is anything to go by.

You hadn't expected anything of it. But he kissed you in the corner of the bar and asked if you had anywhere to be, hauled you into a taxi when you said no and made out with you on the way home. Put his hand underneath you shirt and squeezed your waist, said something about how cute you are. Always have been.

No one seemed to think anything of it when you left. Pro-Hero's escort drunk girls all the time, but you wonder if it's normal to fuck them? You wonder if Kirishima has practice in bring home drunk girls who are too big for their boots and too needy to be anything but sincere.

He's so good at fucking you, you aren't sure you'd mind that being true. Not like this.

He didn't give you any time to adjust to what was going on, every breath had him chasing more of you like he'd run out of time if he didn't rush. He carried you inside, licked your pussy while you laid against his kitchen counter and finger fucked you until you could take all eight inches of him. Was he always this relentless? You know he was never kind, no matter how much he seems it. He was always critical and cunning, but you didn't expect him to be so ruthless.

He doesn't let you off of his cock after he gets you on it. Makes you wrap your arms around his shoulders even though you barely can because he's so big. Makes you wrap your legs around his waist and tells you to hold tight as he walks you up the stairs with his cock still twitching. The whole thing makes your eyelids burn with pleasure, your body yearning to keep him inside of you for as long as you can stay conscious which is barely when you're this wasted.

He dropped you in his bed and fucked you in missionary. You think in the span of a few hours, you've spent more of it feeling his cock throb inside of you longer than you've spent without. He's too big, and fucks mean. There's no chivalry in it, just pure primal desire behind weight and heavy thrusts that make you gasp involuntarily.

You haven't stopped cumming. You've never done that so much in a row. Your body feels nearly numb as you think on it. He's been keep you like this for so long and the alcohol is making you lightheaded. You can barely understand what he's saying except that he's loved you for so long. You wonder if that's true. Your pussy likes it though, clenches every time he groans into your neck after the headboard hits the wall with his thrusts.

He fucks you like he wants to prove something to you. You don't know what exactly. You're drunk and floaty and you can't stop cumming and you can't think of anything other than how much you want him to fuck your brains out. How much you want him to cum, so deep in your pussy you'd have to push it out to get rid of it. How much you want to cum around his cock until you get so fuckdrunk you pass out on it.

A little pleasant catching up and now you can't unfurl your spine from the way it's raised, and your toes hurt from how tight they've curled. You feel ditzy with it. Didn't know cock could make you cum so much you turn stupid and babbling. It's all you've been doing and Kirishima doesn't seem to mind it all. Just laughs at your nonsense words and kisses you with sharp teeth and fucks you.

And fucks you and fucks you and fucks you, with your knees to your ears and your eyes blurry and hazed.

"Kirisihima-kun," You gasp at him, breathless and hot.

"Eijirou," He corrects with a nip to your mouth. "We won't leave each other now. Not anymore."

He punctuates with the promise with a thrust so deep you can't do anything but agree. You wonder if all this is trying to prove his love for you, but how you could that be true? It's been years.

Another thrust makes your lower belly clench, and something squirts out of you mid thrust. You're too hazy to feel self-conscious of it and Kirishima only laughs.

You close your eyes and let him have you. Again and again and again.

[dovkss]

Ooh yussss

[tootiredtobekind]

[prettyboykatsuki-moved]

girls who are all bark no bite…. who flirt and tease and walk all over you any chance they possibly have, goaded by an audience. but can’t look you in the eyes if its just the two of you, can’t kiss because they don’t know how, can’t unbutton your jeans without their hands shaking so much its embarrassing. gotta teach them every little thing. woagh

[dovkss]

believe it or not my fav anime n manga is Tokyo Ghoul 😔 we need more fics (esp dark fics) of my man Kaneki bc I love him sm

[gloxk-deactivated20250703]

Think she grippin’ on my dick but that’s my gun baby~

(Eren Y.)

A/n: Lil sum sum— srry fa neglecting yall. My schedule is so fuckkkkkeedd. But, I got sum more ‘plug’ eren comin up for my luvz. Anyway I hope yall enjoy this my luvz🫶🏽!

Synopsis: First link w Eren Yeager after not seeing him in a long time. ♥︎

Warning (s): Gun kink , dirty talk, Eren talking you through it, Mentions of drugs, riding an inanimate object, f/m, Uhm like reader calls him sir? Pet names, Needy s*x, Smut, ovi. girl yk the deal 17+ around here!

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You kicked your feet while biting your bottom lip, “Yeah, I know you miss me, baby.” You cheesed at his comments. Eren knew exactly what to say, his words were so sweet and slick. “Of course I miss you ren. When you gon come see me?” You heard his music blaring through his speakers. This boy really had you thinking about him every second of the day and night. “Whatchu mean? I’m outside right now ma.” You nearly took flight running down to the front door. It felt like time was nothing more than a mere interference with your speed. You swung your door open , your smile instantly dropped looking at your empty driveway “Fucking asshole, you lied.” He cackled as if you said something funny. “Nah I’m here.” He flicked his head lights grabbing your attention, you forgot his car was completely black. You didn’t understand why he would make his Hellcat so dark. Didn’t he want people to see it?

You smiled seeing him get out of his car, he looked so fucking fine in his Nike tech. To say you were nervous was an understatement, you were terrified. Knees nearly buckled as Eren approached the door. You gulped back your salvia, it felt like swallowing a golf ball. “Heyyy baby.” His lips met your cheek, it’s been so long since you saw Eren. His voice held a sweet tang and a long draw to it. His fragrance was a mix of Dior Sauvage and Backwoods. His eyes spoke for themselves; red and low. “Eren—are you high?” you pulled his face closer to yours. Examining his eyes—yeah, he was fucking hammered. “When am I not?” He flashed his pearly whites, you always wonder how he got his teeth so nice and white. If perfection was a human it had to be him, there was no visible flaw within that man. “You gonna smoke your brain away if you keep it up.” You closed the door and walked with him up to your bedroom. Eren looked at you with a soft expression, his eyes locked on to yours. “Aww, you care about me, baby? Fine, I guess I have no choice but to do as you wish.”He jokingly replied. Eren didn’t have many people who cared for him, so it was nice to know you were one of the very few.

Eren found himself in your bed once again, he nuzzled into your neck while a basic Netflix movie played. He wasn’t particularly interested in the movie, and you were aware of this. But he acted like he was excited to watch it. Your hands ran over his thigh grazing over his dick. Fingertips wrapping around it. “Damn Ren, you must be very happy to see me huh?” you giggle sinking into your bed lining. Eren's dark jade eyes met yours, the lower part of his face was covered by his hand. Unbeknownst to you, he had a new hand tattoo; a skeleton face—damn he looked fine. “That ain’t my dick, that’s my gun baby.” He laid on his back, his shirt slightly lifting revealing the weapon. You couldn’t resist wrapping your fingers around the handle of his gun; it was calling your name. You held it in your hand admiring the weapon, it alone held the power to remove a soul from this world.

“You like it?” he took the gun away from your grasp. He parted your thighs placing the cold metal against your cunt. “Yes sir.” You bit your lip at the sheer cold touching you. The hairs on your neck stood up, it was so dangerous, it turned you on. He slid your panties over letting the blistering cold metal meet your pussy. The gun started at a gentle pace, moving slowly against your clit. Erens lips occupied your neck; kissing and sucking it. His tongue lightly brushed over your collarbone, you felt his tongue piercing glide against your skin. You rutted hard against his gun trying to relieve the built-up pressure in your abdomen. You didn’t want his gun, you wanted him. You wanted him to fuck you silly until you could no longer comprehend your surroundings. “Fuucck, I need more ren, I need you.” The gun hastily left your thighs. “I need you too ma.” His mouth met his glock licking your slick off of it. Eren's lips pressed firmly together creating a ‘mmm’ sound. He got on top of you pressing his chest against yours. You felt his bulge through his sweatpants, his dick was begging to be left free. He pulled his sweat pants down, just below his crotch panel. Your fingertips slipped under his elastic waistband; tugging his boxers downwards. His dick pounced out, an angry red color washed over his tip. “Fuck, it’s been too long.” He stroked his dick letting the bead of pre cum coat his tip. Eren slid inside inch by inch, he grunted feeling your heat. “Damn baby, I ain’t fuck you good in a minute huh? You miss this dick?” You nodded quickly, yes—you missed everything about him. His hand wrapped around your mouth looking at his tattoo covering your face. It turned him on seeing it on you— whether his hand was around your throat, mouth, or ass. It always looked so perfect on you.

Eren tugged your shirt up watching your tits bounce as he pounded into you. You tried to push him away from overstimulating your cunt “Nah, This what you wanted right? Take this dick.” He grabbed your legs and threw them over his shoulder, he fucked you faster making you scream out. You could have sworn you put holes in the sheets because you were gripping them so tightly. You threw your head back clenching around Erens cock. Your body jolted at your release, finally letting go of that pressure you once had. “Ahh- fuck-“ you moaned while subtly grinding against his abdomen. His pace faltered, but not ending, Eren didn’t stop fucking you until he came all over your stomach. By then you were already on your third orgasm. He positioned himself beside you kissing your neck while tracing circles on your arm. “I know you love that shit.” He sighed, he was a fool for you as you were for him. He loved looking at your fucked out expression knowing he was the reason you looked like that.

“Mhm, I do, I really fucking do.” He grabbed his gun again setting it down on your chest, “That’s my favorite gun now, ima get your name carved in it.” That gun will forever be by his side from now on.

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4 my whores.

[azzo0]

"Katsuki!" You called from the bedroom, lying on your stomach as you read a romance novel. You'd just seen a line you read a handful of times in other romance novels. It was a line that managed to make you smile like an idiot, with butterflies dancing in your stomach.

"What?" He yelled from the living room, where he repaired one of his gauntlets.

"C'mere for a sec," you got up with the book, and Katsuki walked into the room shirtless with a little grease on his chest and arms. Even better for your request. 

"What the fuck? You just called me in, and now yer pushin' me away?" He knitted his eyebrows when you pushed him out of the room.

"Katsuki, can you do this?" You handed him the book, and he took it, looking down at the page in confusion. 

"A lot is goin' on here, sweets. I'm a hero, not an actor." He said, cherry eyes scanning the page. 

"Oh, come on! I'm sure you can do this one." You pointed at the line, and he brought it closer to his face, reading it out loud, his eyebrows raising amusedly. 

"I looked up from my work when I heard the door open to see William. He stood in the doorway, one of his hands on the header above him. "Hey," he greeted-" Katsuki stopped to look at you, "I don't see what you want me to do? Stand in the door and say hi?"

"No, no. You're supposed to do what William did," you explained, demonstrating what you meant by showing him, even though your hand wouldn't reach for the header, "Get it?" 

"Hah? What's so special about it in the first place?" He asked, flipping the book shut and giving it back to you. 

"It's just sexy, okay?" You huffed, "I've read similar lines in many other books, and I just wanna know what it would be like when you do it."

"Fine," he grumbles, "Stand inside."

You happily skipped inside while he stood outside. He took a step closer and stood in the doorway. He brought his hand up and held the doorframe, thick bicep flexing in the process, revealing a few blond hair in his pit. He leaned closer to you, snaking a calloused hand to your back, roughly pulling you closer.

"This what ya wanted, hm?" He whispered into your ear, sending tingles down your spine. He smirked at your flustered state and snuck a peck to your lips. 

He chuckled at your stupor and turned around to leave. He glanced back, a triumphant smirk on his lips, "Let me know if there's somethin' else that William dude does. I can do it better than him anyway~"

[after-witch]

With Your Heartbeat Next to Mine [Yandere Mahito x Reader]

Title: With Your Heartbeat Next to Mine [Yandere Mahito x Reader]

Synopsis: You were lying to yourself if you claimed to think Mahito would be satisfied with kisses and late-night snuggles on the couch.

Word count: 1220ish

Notes: yandere, possessiveness, implied dubcon, talks of virginity, self-blame for unwanted advances, Mahito in general

Mahito steps forward, and you’re trapped between the unusual coolness of his body and your bedroom wall. One of your posters--some sun-faded thing leftover from your school years--crinkles against your back. You hope it doesn’t rip, and then you’re back to worrying about more important things.

Like the fact that Mahito wants you to have sex. Tonight. Today. Right now. 

“It’s just--I’m not ready,” you say, lips dry, stammering stupidly. “I’m a--I mean, I’ve never… I haven’t…”

Mahito quirks his head, and then grins, all teeth and salaciousness. “Oh-hh. You’re a virgin, then?” When you don’t answer, he pokes the end of your nose with a finger. “I read about it. It doesn’t matter to me. Humans attach importance to silly things, don’t they?”

Something like humiliation and hurt puffs up in you. He doesn’t take anything seriously, at least not when it comes to you. It’s never bothered you too much. It was part of the charm, the game, of being with someone like him.

But this is… different. Isn’t it? And it bothers you, deep down, even though you really forfeited all rights to any sort of normal relationship expectations the moment you willingly kissed a literal curse. 

“It’s not silly.” 

Your eyebrows furrow and you think back to fumbled romances from before Mahito. Awkward make-out sessions on the couch that always ended in you telling your dates that you weren’t ready to go that far, and they either smoothly accepted it and got their time’s worth with sloppy kisses and gropes or got the hell out of dodge, and you’re not sure which was more hurtful in the end. 

And then came Mahito. And he was different.  And a curse. And you were in something-like-a-relationship with him, but you didn’t know what to call it when the person you were seeing couldn’t be seen by anyone around you and he tortured people (to death, or not, and you definitely knew which one was worse in that case) for fun and “science” and you, sick and selfish thing, still loved the way he pressed kisses up your neck to feel your heartbeat or yanked your bottoms down to taste what was underneath or simply held you all night while you watched movies. 

And now he wants to push you down onto your bed and fuck you, and you don’t know what to do or say.  You don’t want it, but you knew it was coming, like it always does in any relationship. Was it any wonder that it came, too, in this one? 

Mahito puffs air in your face and you flinch, startled out of your thoughts. 

“Where’d you go, hmm?” You feel his fingers on your chin and you know what’s coming when one of them slides along your lips.  One of Mahito’s fingers hooks onto the side of your mouth, and if you weren’t used to him playing around with your body like it was a lump of clay, it would have bothered you. Instead you wonder when he last washed his hands, even as he stretches your lip upward, a mockery of a half-smile.

“Humans are silly. You’re silly,” he says, all matter-of-fact. Then he sighs, put-off or tired or just pretending to be in order to make himself more palatable, more humanesque, to you. You can never tell with him, and that’s part of the thrill. “Is it because you…” 

He releases your lips and taps his chin, putting on a show as he thinks for a moment, digging out information from whatever well of knowledge he stores things in. He normally pulls out trivia about humanity that would be better suited to some sort of criminology class. But today it’s something far less morbid, though hardly any less anxiety-inducing.

“Are you saving yourself for marriage? Is that why you don’t want to have sex?”

Your cheeks feel impossibly hot. 

You shake your head, looking down, unable to look at him. He never has a problem staring at you for what always feels like a terribly long time. Sometimes he does it so you’ll give him the answer he wants. Other times, it’s to study you--or that’s what you think, anyway. 

Mahito pouts. “Oh. Darn. I was thinking we might have a wedding, if that was the case. I’ve always admired those pretty dresses in the windows.” He sighs again. “Probably couldn’t invite him, though, anyway. He wouldn’t approve.” He smiles again, bright and peppy, all imitations of tiredness tossed aside like an old coat. “Did you know he wanted me to kill you the first time I brought you up?” 

You nod, because Mahito has had no problem telling you that his companions think he should have killed you a long time ago, and sometimes he thinks about it. But then he remembers how much fun you have together, so he puts it off for another day.

And the thought hits you like lead: If you won’t have sex with him, will he kill you? Will refusing make you too annoying or boring to put up with? Or is it better to say no and keep up the chase, make him fight for you? It was almost dizzying, the way relationship games became serious with Mahito around. A regular guy might just break up with you. Mahito might just break your neck.  

“Then… oh!” His expression brightens and he looks so sweet like this that you can almost forget what he is and what you’re doing with him. Almost. “You’re worried about the pain.” He nods, a mockery of sage wisdom. “I’ve read about that, too. He tilts his head back a little. “In novels. It’s cute…”

“You’re cute,” he says, and that’s a good sign--right?--because it means he still wants you. And you’re at least another step farther from being turned into some awful experiment in a sewer. 

His lips press against your ear, and his voice is too close and he’s too close, but you signed up for this when you let him in your life, didn’t you? You let him hold you and kiss you and if you didn’t think he’d eventually want more,  you were lying to yourself. 

“Don’t worry,” he murmurs, and it does nothing but make you worry more. “I’ll be gentle.”

The most awful thing of all is that you can't tell if he's being genuine or not.

He grins, a sticky smile that oozes an awful dark pressure that makes your stomach clench. It would be better, you think, to do what he wants. Since he seems to want it so much. And… you should be flattered, if anything. Right? Be flattered. Be grateful. Appreciate that some all-powerful curse wants to press you into a mattress and have sex with your body and pull out your mewls and moans like he’s done before, albeit in a far less intimidating fashion. 

Mahito presses a chaste kiss to the end of your nose, then pulls back to examine your expression. 

“That’s what I’m supposed to say, isn’t it?” His fingers card through your hair up your scalp, scratching just a little too hard to feel nice. “So you don’t fight as much?”

You swallow, and your throat is so tight that your spit might as well be needles. 

Mahito, not wanting for an answer, presses his hands against your shoulder and pushes you harder against the wall as he moves in for a hungry kiss. Behind you, the poster rips.