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jeager girl i write sometimes no biggie

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i love you kacchan

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busy body!

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have your babies,

it’s been eight month since you and your husband made the decision to start your family. eight months since he swore to you in the bathtub the you’d never have to have another issue at work because he’d be there to take care of you. and for all those eight months he’s been doing just that. he’s been there through the first trimester morning sickness, which you’d like to point out it last way longer than just the morning; the mood swings, the tears, the doctors appointments, the bodily changes, all of it. in just five more weeks the two of you would be expecting a health baby girl.

…in five weeks, five.

it’s not like the two of you have been fucking around the entirety of your pregnancy, it’s just that there had been different priorities at the time. ones that did not include nursery set up. all her items where tossed into the spare room closed off from the rest of the condo behind a solid white door. the thought of going in there and tackling the hanging of her teeny tiny outfits and assembling the furniture really stressed you out for a long time. so naturally you put it off. onyankopon would try and do what he could, but when his woman calls he always comes.

today he unfortunately couldn’t stay home, something something property site, plumbing, needed a supervisor? whatever he said last night. moral of the story is he’s not here to start the process again. you got out of bed right after he left and started cleaning. but not the baby’s room, no something in your brain told you that before you could start anything in there you had to clean the toaster oven, reorganize all of the cabinets, purge the refrigerator, and change all the lights in the kitchen. he’d kill you if he ever found out you climbed up the ladder with nobody home, but what he don’t know won’t hurt him.

and finally three o’clock shines on the stove in green numbers when you finish. with a sigh of relief you make your way to babygirl’s room taking in the messy scene. diapers staked high in the corner, wooden chunks that were supposed to be her crib lay scattered across the floor, pink and frilly outfits, and bibs from the baby shower still in their gift bags, and so much more you don’t even know where to start!

easy task first you suppose, you drag the ladder from the kitchen to her closet and shove all diapers on the very top shelves that line the walls. all organize by how many months she’d be. you think the blue of the boxes ruins the vibe of the closet but you’ll deal with that later. next is all the tiny baby clothes. you spent 45 minutes ripping off tags alone before you spent another hanging them up sorting them by the month and the shades. you find yourself getting teary eyed when you think about her. so small and sweet. you hold her little knitted booties up and the tears fall leaving you a sniveling mess.

but you must suck it up, this crib won’t build itself! it’s a pretty simple piece to do. most parts are premade you just have to stick them together and make sure that are as safe as can be. it takes no more than 30 uninterrupted minutes to complete. it’s so cute you gush at the thought of her little sleepy self balled up on the cushion. the rug is heavier than you’d like to admit but you’ll deal. it’s large and mostly cream with some accents of the light pink that matches the curtains you’re supposed to be hanging up. you roll it out, shifting the fabric under the crib was quite difficult but if you had left it your spirit would be bothered and nothing else would get done.

the room was coming together but it was missing something. you gasp when the image of the cream colored reclining chair from the living room pops in your head. it’s perfect! it’ll fit right next to the window and you can nurse seated comfortably! you mentally praise yourself for being so smart. time slips away from you though and you don’t seem to notice the lack of energy in the house too focused on the task at hand. you’re mid shuffle with the chair when the door unlocks, leaving you frozen in place.

your husband looks at you looking at him. and then he looks down at the swell of your belly peaking out from the low hanging sweat pants on your waist and the tight wife beater you wear. and then he looks at how you stand there with sweat on your brow line and the recliner halfway across the living room.

“the hell are you doing?” he asks cocking a brow at you. i mean he can clearly see what you’re doing but he wonders what you’ll say.

“hey baby, welcome home! i’m just— you know! i just think this chair would go great in her room and you weren’t home so i, ya know?” you tell him a whole bunch of nothing basically, but the way he drops his keys into the tray on the small table you can tell he’s pissed.

he steps towards you with heavy footsteps watching you like a hawk. he stands there sizing you up before turning his head to the kitchen notice the lights are warmer. he looks back to you and in a low voice he ask.

“did you change the lights?”

you frown knowing he won’t be please with your answer so you do what anybody guilty would do, deflect!

“oh so you get to come home and question me without a greeting? no ‘hey mama how was your day,’” you mock the depth of his voice, “or a hello kiss? nothing?”

his hard expression falters for a moment, he sighs and leans down grabbing your cheeks in one hand and placing a nice sweet kiss on your slightly chapped lips.

“sorry, mama how was your day? did you change the lights?” he asked again. fuck, it didn’t work. you nod in his hand lowering your gaze. he stares at you blankly unsure of how to word whatever he says next.

“i’m assuming you got on that ladder after i told you not to?”

you nod, he takes a deep breath letting your face go.

he doesn’t say a word, just kind of moves you out the way and lifts up the chair without so much as a grunt and taking it to her room. you trail behind him feeling real anxious because you know for a fact that you left the ladder and all other tools out in the open for him to see. you don’t enter the room with him, you hear the chair thud against the ground and his footsteps approaching.

he grabs you by the hands and pulls you to the seat in the corner making you plop down in it.

“you like it here or should i move it?” he ask.

“are you mad at me?”

“do you like the chair here, or should i move it?” he ignores your question asking you again. you can see he is trying to remain calm and patient while he awaits your answer.

“it perfect here, just where i wanted it, thank you.” you mutter looking down at your lap. you’re upset that he ignored your question, you feel the pressure behind your eyes and you try not to cry but you can’t help the tears that slip out onto the fabric of your beater.

“(❤︎︎), stop.” he crouches down infront of you his tone firm.“don’t cry, i ain’t mad at you. i’m just— worried that’s all. i told you i don’t want you on that ladder because you’re very pregnant and it’s not safe. i don’t even let my guys on one without a spot, because i know what could happen, and god forbid it happens to you.” he tells you grabbing your hands in his. “i don’t want to sound harsh but people die, baby. i need you to listen and understand when i tell you these things, seriously.” he stands bringing you up with him.

he has your face in his hands again giving you a soft delicate kiss moving his other hand over the swell of your tummy. “you got my girl in here and i’d raise hell if something happened to any of you.” warm fingers wipe away your tears so gently, the guilt you felt dwindled at his words. he won’t even bother mentioning how you didn’t let him help decorate, that’s for another time.

the two of you call it a night after you calm down. you couldn’t even begin to explain how exhausted you were going the whole day with a nap to distracted by all the task you were stuck on doing.

a warm shower with your husband and simple quality time unwinding was all you needed. your night gown a pretty shade of pink left nothing to the imagination. it clung to every swell, dip, and curve on you. your tummy held up your breast so well that if you moves too much he’d catch a slip of your areola. not the point.

onyankopan sets the bed just how you like it. two pillows acting as a crib on the edge of the bed and the flattest on for your head. his arm was usually used at the cushion anyways and a fat pillow would make it too high giving your a neck ache by morning.

you waddle back to him slowly body feeling so heavy you can’t wait for your body to hit the sheets. and when it does you can’t help but sigh in content. you ask him his thoughts about the nursery in a slow sleepy tone trying to make conversation before bed given you hadn’t really seen him all day. he praises your work, and he’s glad that you’re pleased, but he can hear the tired in your voice. “you ready to sleep, beautiful? we can talk more about it the tomorrow okay? i’ll buy whatever’s left, we can make a list.” his tone so soft and his touch too . and hand holds your belly gently rubbing and running his hands around the circumference. you cup his face tiredly giving him a goodnight kiss whispering hushed ‘i love yous’ and before you know you’re out like a light.

you wake suddenly in a cold sweat. a firm hand still placed on your stomach reminds you where you are. it’s not a bad dream that’s got you choked up. unfortunately, it was worse, a wet one. you found yourself dreaming about the night you had gotten pregnant. dreams of his dirty words in your ear. the ways he touched you. the way his ring felt cold against you skin when he bounced you like a bunny up and down in your bathtub.

fuck. you couldn’t help yourself. your husband laid there behind you so sexy and muscular. tattoos out on display and face so calm and comfortable. his breath hot on your neck and the way he held you— so secure in his arms, you can help but push back against him. but the rolling of you hips wasn’t enough. god, you wish you weren’t so huge you could just turn around with ease and rub your cunt along his length like you use to. not to mention all your energy had been killed earlier doing all the stuff you weren’t supposed to be doing you found it extra difficult to move around. you’d really hate to wake him up over something so stupid, especially after he was at work all day, your poor boy probably really needed his rest. it’s okay, you can fix this. you move slowly trying not to move his hand that lays over your belly and you part your legs just enough you can squeeze your hands between them.

your nighty is short, thank god. you only had to shuffle it up a little before your fingers find your sticky clit. you whimper slightly from the sensation, you feel onyankopan’s breathing pattern change but only for a second before falling back to normal. you continue on, rubbing quick tight circles on your clit. you feel yourself gushing but you can’t quite get your fingers where they need to be. you mewl softly that sensation. a tightness in your throat tells you the waterworks are about to start. you pull your hand away trying to recuperate and definitely trying not to cry.

but ugh! why was this so hard? you’re beyond frustrated and so uncomfortable. you can’t even please yourself properly without feeling pathetic? the tears come before you could stop them and you accidentally let out a broken sob. this has ony snapping his eyes open frantically. he ripped his body away from yours to turn on the dim nightlight before he’s back on you in an instant.

“(❤︎︎), are you okay? what happened baby talk to me.” he panics sitting up and easily turning your body towards him supporting you and the baby. unfortunately this has you crying even harder. “ughhh im s—sorry!” you wail bring your hands to your face “i d—didn’t mean to wake yewwww! i’m just so! i’m so frustrated with myself!” another watery cry. this is so embarrassing you want to curl up in a ball and die.

“okay okay okay, calm down mama,” he soothes you softly. “it’s okay baby, take your time. i just need to know if you’re hurt or in pain, ok? nod yes, shake no.” he’s beyond relieved when you shake your head, letting out a breath he wasn’t aware he was holding. he waits for you to calm down rubbing your hips and legs which works but at the same time— it’s makes it worse.

you stop your crying after ten minutes. still breathing heavy he sits you up you so you aren’t laying flat on your back. he gets up to grabs tissue from the far side night stand cleaning you up gently. he sits on the edge of the bed so you can look at you. he grabs your left hand silently kissing your wrist up to your ring finger then holding your palm on his face.

“so,” he begins. “you gonna tell me what happened? i don’t like to see my wife upset, gets me real angry. i’d hate to have to fuck someone up bout my baby.” he teases.

clearing your throat you softly begin explaining what had happened. starting from your dirty dream, to trying to touch yourself, and telling him how quickly you became frustrated how pathetic you feel and so forth. he doesn’t talk, he doesn’t interrupt, he doesn’t laugh. he just listen and massages your hand waiting for you to finish.

“and uh yeah.. that’s all really. i’m real sorry for waking you onya, but im better now i promise.” you give him a weak smile.

he doesn’t like the sound of that. and now he talks. “none of that. it sounds to me like i’ve been neglecting my poor poor baby, huh?” he lean in to kiss your puffy lips, distracting you from the shuffling going on around you. he’s adjusted the pillows you gather once you break away from the kiss. “let daddy make it up to you. wish you would’ve woke a nigga up earlier, sweetness.” he move to place kisses on whatever skin he can get his lips on. your neck, the top of your tits, all the way down to the inside of your thighs. he mindfully has your pillows stacked in way why that you can lean back comfortably while still giving his tongue access to you aching core.

already dribbling cream he sticks his tongue right where you need him. he slurps and he sucks his mouthing at your entire cunt drinking you like he’s never had water before.

every slurp has you hazy eyed, and your poor cunny throbbing from stimulation. his head bobs slow literally fucking you with his tongue. you shake and whither away from his mouth pushing him off but also pulling him closer. he loves the sounds you make, how you scratch his scalp under the durug. he’s hard now, his tip pressing hard against the fabric of his pajama pants. you nearly scream if you didn’t slap a hand over your mouth when he takes those thick fingers and pushes them in roughly.

immediately he finds your g-spot give you the twist and suck of a lifetime. you want to see his face. you know his eyes roll back when he eats it nearly drunk off you. your babygirl is in the way, blocking you from your husband. it’s really pissin you off.

he pops your outer thighs bringing you back down to earth as a silent command to focus on cumming in his mouth. it doesn’t take long, he lays his tongue flats moving his head in a circle and bends his fingers just right to have you tensing up around his digits. you squeak when you cum, basically vibrating on the bed.

he won’t speak, he only listens to your ragged breath while he presses soft kitten licks to your most sensitive areas.

he decides that you’ve been leaning back for too long and it’s lowkey giving him anxiety. (he’ll have to eat it when you stand new time). he flips you over to the side, making sure you’re still nice and supported by the pillows. he’s tingling with sensitivity wanting nothing more than to find home inside of you.

he pulls his pants down to rest under where they won’t get in the way, tosses your one leg over his shoulder and rubs the head along your slit. he’s pissin you off too. all you want him to do if fuck you silly and he out here teasing. he see the pout forming on your face turning your head to kiss you while sliding himself in. “mmmh!” you moan into his mouth.

“shh, i know it feels good baby but you have to stay, —fuck you’re squeezing me— quiet.” he says hushed. as much as he wants to fold you up and fuck your lights out he knows that if any of the neighbors heard they’d be giving him specifically dirty looks.

“you only cummin’ if you’re quiet pretty, don’t make me have to stop.” his tone is stern but still light trying his best not to sound to mean. a slow drag had him pulling all the way out before shoving back in roughly. the sound gets caught in your throat it’s almost like you can’t breath. he drops your leg having your thighs pressed together while he fucks you from the side.

he’s starry eyed watching every ripple of your skin ricochet with every bruising snap of his hips on your ass. it’s embarrassing how when you are right now. sticky white strings connecting the two of you in a sloppy mess. “mmm- you real creamy on my shit, mama.” he tugs his plump lip between his teeth. “who got you creamin’ like that, huh? what’s my name?” he’s thrust never falter as he questions you to entrance by the way he’s stretching you out.

he leans down forehead resting on your temple the sudden change in angle has you reaching to grab his wrist sinking your nails into the skin. “you! yan —oh my god you— you’re makin’ me like thissuhh!” you’re whispering between your pants you can’t afford to have him stop he feels so so good.

the straps of your night gown slip down your shoulders exposing you slightly but he wants to see more. his hand grab at the dampened fabric to yank it down right under you chest. the way he has you twisted has them bouncing up and down up and down he’s almost hypnotized. dark full nipples hardened into stiff peaks has his mouth watering. little white dribbles squirt out with every push he can’t help but latch on to the skin. “MMMH!” you squirm at the sensation, it’s not like he’s never sucked them before but now it’s a whole different feeling. sensitive and tender as they can be his mouth has you clenching down unbearably hard.

“baby— daddy— wait! i gotta pee!” he only grins when you push him away pounding into your pussy making sure each thrust reaches deep. “let it out gorgeous, it’s not pee it’ll feel so fuckin good i promise. let me have that shit!” he groans against your tits. who are you to deny him? you’re eyes scroll back and your mouth drops open but no sound leaves your lips. clear streams gush and gush each time he reels his hips back. it creates a lewd PLAP PLAP PLAP every hit.

“ look at that, you squirtin’ on me. never done that before im fucking up you good.” he gloats at the mess he(you) made. you say nothing the ungodly sounds leaving your throat is enough of a reaction. it won’t stop either, continuous streams leave your poor cunny you cant help but bring an open palm pushing at his abdomen.

it’s too weak to stop anything he’s unrelenting in the way he fucks you. you’re withering. the way you were soaking him and the sheets had him leaning back down and grunting in your ear. “gon’nut all in this pretty ass pussy. if i ain’t knock you up already i’d give you another one swear to god—” he babbles on, spewing nasty nonsense as his stomach caves and he pushed in deep. hot sticky cum spurts out in thick ribbon, he rotates his hips into yours not wasting a drop.

hes hot above you basking in the aftershock of his orgasm and on the regular you’d be content with the feeling of his skin on yours, but you’re uncomfortably warm. tapping his bicep, he rolls over on his back keeping a hand on your stomach.

he cranes his neck to the side watching as your eyes flutter shut into a peaceful sleep.

i’m so ass at writing endings but this been in my drafts since have your babies dropped

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sweetener!

horny brainrot,

you hate him. you hate him, his gentle voice, his gentle hands, the way his arms flex every time he moves, the way his stupidly shiny-perfectly trimmed hair falls over his shoulders while you watch him shuffle around your bedroom looking for his phone over the last five minutes.

you hate how turned on you are watching him exist.

eren is confused. he feels the heat of your glare but he doesn’t understand why you’re glaring in the first place. he can’t think of anything he did wrong today, or yesterday, or even this week, so why in the world are you staring at him like he killed your cat (henry is fine btw)? the search for the phone is futile, he must have left it in the living room. he turns to look at you, eyes flickering up to your face.

“baby?”

“hm?”

“you okay?”

he tries, hoping you’ll tell him whatever’s wrong with you. he watches you shuffle, crawling on all fours towards the foot of the bed where he stands. you swing your legs over the edge, fold your hands in your lap, and just stare.

“it’s really unfair you know.” he cocks a brow at your sudden claim, standing full height infront of you. his arms crossed waiting for you to continue. your eyes trace across the broadness of his chest and the veins in his arms and your glare comes back full force.

“talk to me.”

“it’s really unfair how stupidly good you look all the time. it’s really pissin’ me off.” you tell him avoiding all eye contact. the bastard laughs like this is the funniest thing he’s ever heard in his stupid handsome life. that pissed you off even more. before he could catch his breath, you brace your arms behind to and scoot as far away from him as possible.

“no wait im sorry,” he grabs you by the ankle and drags you towards him. “you’re telling me you’re not being sweet to me—because you like the way i look?”

“i love the way you look, that’s the problem. let me go.” wiggling your ankle in his grasp only makes him tighten his grip. not enough to hurt, never enough to hurt, but just enough to get you to stop. his hand loosens from your ankle to slide down to your calf and to your knee, and he makes his way ontop of you. the bed dips from his weight as he spreads it evenly between his hands and knees. he settled between your thighs, thick brown locks creating a shield as he stares into your eyes.

“mhm, tell me what you like, baby.” he requests oh so politely. eren chuckles at how quickly your lips press into a straight line annoyance written all over your expression. you roll your eyes and huff in frustration.

“why? you want me to boost your ego or somethin’? in your dreams buddy, your head is big enough.” you shove at his chest but he doesn’t budge. he’s still as a board grinning above you, clearly having no plans to move.

“get off me, eren. i’m angry,” you tell him one thing but your words and your actions don’t match at all. your legs around his hips pull him in tighter telling him that you’re not all that serious about wanting him to leave. he leans down placing a soft kiss on pouty lips, shifting his body.

“i just wanna know what about me is making you so angry pretty girl, but i guess if you want me to gooo,” he drags his words and suddenly all the heat of his body is gone and the bed springs up from the loss of extra weight. “then i’ll do whatever makes you happy.”

what a dickhead. you shoot up and stare at him blankly. you miss the feeling of his body on yours, but your ego and your pride won’t let you call him back. you watch his pants drag across the floor when he takes intentionally slow steps toward to door.

“eren?”

“yeah, baby?” he turns with a grin thinking he finally won.

“lock the door on your way out.”

he pauses and doing a comically slow turn and before you know he’s infront of you again. you yelp when his fingers find your ankles once more and drag you towards him.

“eren no! no no no, please! im sorry! forgive me!” you pull and pull but it’s no use, he’s got your feet trapped between his arm and his body in a tight chokehold. his free hand moves to the soles of your feet and he tickles you.

“YOU have serious issues - let me go!” your voice unsteady between the giggles he forced out of you. he laughs at your distress watching you flip and flop on the bed like a maniac.

“say you’ll be nice and love me.” he test.

“hah! f—uck off!

“i can do this all night sweetness,” his voice never wavering even with you rocking his body. he is telling the truth. the idiot accidentally tickled your foot taking your shoe off one drunken night and sent you into a giggly fit and every since then he knows exactly how to get you to talk.

“OKAY! i love you, ill be nice, unhand me!” and just like that he does. you curl up immediately tucking your feet to your body, out of breath and disheveled.

“see now was that so hard?”

“you’re a monster. pure evil.” you sneer gasping for air. he’s looming over you, unballing your body laying you out flat on your back. he loves when your pupils dilate and go all glassy, he’s so close he’s basically breathing in your precious oxygen.

“you promised you’d be nice, that wasn’t very nice (❤︎︎).” he takes no actually offense to what you say, but he sees the way your little act falters when he pretends to be sad. if he keeps this up maybe he’ll actually get you to boost his ego even just a tad. warm hands cup his face and the roles are reversed.

“sorry ren, that wasn’t very nice at all, forgive me?” his heart throbs at your apology, he really does love when you turn all mushy mushy with him. he ponders just for a moment deciding how he can milk this treatment to its limit.

“i’ll forgive you if… you tell me what you love about me.” your sweet expression drops just as quickly as your hands, and your lips once again press into a straight line. you lay there silently, he’s hands still planted by your head and you think about how this could benefit you aswell. with a big fat sigh you take a long blink getting into character.

“you really wanna know?”

“please.”

“well first, i love your arms.” you begin adjusting so you can lightly run your hands along the bone tattoos that match his anatomy. “i love your tattoos, i think they’re very sexy— very you. i love the way they flex when you’re above me like this it makes me feel safe.” your tone so sultry and sweet it almost gives him cavities. he hums in appreciation and you catch him flexing subconsciously.

you continue dragging you hands up to his shoulders and down to his chest. the fabric of his shirt smooth against your palms and you sprawl your digits right against his diaphragm. “i love when you wear your ridiculously fitted shirts and i can see how toned you are. how hard you work to maintain your body, and i get all tingly when you do things to remind me how strong you are. even when it’s unintentional, like when you carry my bags or open the those real heavy doors.”

his breathing hitched when he feels your finger in the divots of his abs feeling him up like some damn pervert. he’s having the time of his life you can tell by the way green eyes are nearly dilated black. “yeah? i-i like doing things for you, baby, like a lot.”

“mhm i know, i love how good you are to me, ren. i love how you love me and make me feel like a princess. i really do appreciate you.” your hands leave his abdomen and cold fingers tug teasingly as at the waistband of his sweats. “i love how you make me feel so so good, the way your ears turn red when i tell you how much i love you, or how you eyes squeeze shut when you smile.” the boy is out of it, complete and total mush in your hands. he swallows hard and he nods almost delirious when he feels your fingers slip under the band of his boxers and graze the base of his steadily growing hard on.

“but you know what i love the most hm?” you tease pushing lower into his pants. he hms back in response fluttering his eyes. “i love,” you start in the sultry tone.

“i love you hair eren, it’s so healthy and shiny!” you gush ripping your hands out his pants with a fat grin gracing your face. “i keep meaning to ask you if the products you use would work on my texture?”

he’s stunned, jaw dropping into an o and he quickly tumbles off you flopping into the bed. he can’t believe you just! and then you— and then?? with his back against the sheets he throws muscular arms over his face hiding from you as you cackle. total pay back for what he did earlier, 10/10 no notes. nothing like a good case of blue balls to piss a man off. your gut hurts from how hard you laugh, the tears welted up in your eyes fall down your cheeks in your giggle fit.

“whew shit, e! you shoulda saw your face! you really though id let you off the hook that easy after what you did to me?” no response. you poke him and poke him, jabbing your fingers into his side over and over waiting for him to react. all fun and games til he snatched your wrist and yanks you —very aggressively may you add— and you topple onto him.

“you’re such an ass, do you know?” he grumbles into your skin adjusting you to straddle him like you weigh nothing. he’s all blushy and cute under you, you lean down pressing soft kisses to his face.

“i just had to get back at you, no hard feelings okay?” he scoffs pressing his feet to the mattress pushing into you so you can feel the effects you have on him.

“only thing hard is me baby,” he says smiling into the kiss you plant on his lips. you scrunch your nose at his corniness kissing him harder while grind himself wherever he can make contact. his hands grab at your waist, your hips, your ass, touching on any part he can, rocking you steady against him.

“you can’t say corny shit like that and start humping me.” you sigh against his lips allowing him to push and pull you to his heart’s desire. he’s so gorgeous laying below you, hair sprawled against the light pink of your comforter like some damn angel.

“mm yeah just keep talkin’ shit like you aren’t enjoying this just as much as me.” he grunts sucking his plush bottom lip between his teeth. your fingers find their way to the hem of his shirt tugging it as a signal for him to take it off.

“fuckin’ pervert, always tryna get me naked.” you grin at his name calling, watching starry eyed because you know for a fact nothing he says is particularly wrong. you nails drag lightly from his chest to his v-line all the way down to the band of his sweats. a swift tug reveals him in all his glory, rock hard against his abdomen.

you don’t touch him immediately like he hoped, he’s actually confused when you sit back on his thighs and cock your head sideways gazing up at the ceiling seemingly deep in thought. “i don’t wanna be on top right now actually.”

he flips you with no hesitation, before you know he’s placing open mouth kisses down your neck, stopping to suck a big fat hickey right between your neck and shoulders. his fingers tank you tank top down exposing your nipples.

“you’re so pretty do you know that? fuckin’ should i tell you everyday and i mean it more than you could imagine.” he huffs massaging your tits in both his hands. his main body moves downwards, amused by how your legs automatically spread for him.

you sigh when he rolls the buds of your nipples between his fingers bringing your hands to cover his. “you’re only saying this right now cause you wanna eat my pussy and yo— oh!” your words falter when he kisses your clit through your panties. he’s hands glide down to your hips, fingers toying with the cotton band. “i told you you were beautiful like three times when you facetimed me this morning, stop lying.” he says full seriousness with his face shoved against your mound. he finally pulls your panties to side to find your cunt sticky and waiting just for him.

his mouth is watering so bad he just lets the saliva fall from his mouth onto your folds bringing two fingers to form a V around your labia. you mewl from his teasing. he knows exactly what he’s doing. your clit jumps from the lack of attention and he chuckles instantly wrapping his lips around it, no hesitation.

“mm! thank you baby, use your fingers too please?” you whine pushing your foot into the mattress to hump his face. who is he to deny you? he takes two thick fingers sliding them in with ease finding your spot no hesitation. he pushes up curling them repeatedly while mouthing at your clit. he grins when you squirm and buck against the sheets, so proud that he’s making you feel like this.

“m’doin good baby? you like?” he teased.

“so good e’, i love your mouth— ahh.” it’s so sticky. every time he drags his tongue through your pussy he leaves more globs of spit making it so much easier to drag his fingers in and out your needy walls. you already know what to do when he takes his free hand to put both of yours on his head.

they tangle in the chocolate locks of his scalp tugging him impossibly closer. you’re practically riding his face using him for your pleasure and he loves it. his pupils blow out black and he usually piercing gaze is hazy. he’s drunk off you but also, your thighs are locked around his head so… eren groans in sync with you, humping the mattress and matching your pace.

“gunna cum in that pretty mouth ren’ fuckkk— keep going baby, i’m so mmm!” you squeal as you climax feeling it in your fingers and your toes. your digits weak as you try and tug him off, but he doesn’t budge just keeps giving your poor sex tiny kitten licks. he pulls his fingers out with an obscene pop and shoves them past your lips letting you taste yourself before connecting your lips with his.

“your face is wet, it’s gross.” you grimaced absentmindedly feeling around his his discarded shirt and roughly wiping his face. he lets you faking annoyance. it is now he has both your legs thrown over his shoulders. heavy length resting on your cunt.

“yeah whatever you want me to fuck you or no?” he apologized immediately after you give him probably the dirtiest look of the night. “sorry, let me make love to my sweet princess pussy, please.” he pleads but you bend your knee off his shoulder and kicking him in his chest (not hard ofc) and he tumbles backwards with a smirk.

“fuck up talking to me, seriously.” you mutter straddling him. you reach down and grab his dick, sinking down no warning. he bucks with a hiss, smirk faltering immediately. you plant your hands on his chest and begin to bounce so some damn rabbit catching him so off guard he moans.

“jesus. g—ive me a warning would you?” he pushes out. tossing a hand over his eyes. embarrassed. just as abrupt you start, you stop. he whines confused but distracted by the pulse of your warmth. he peeks from behind his shield ready to question you but you beat him to it.

“you don’t want to look at me rennie? you don’t like what you see.” you pout at him faking your innocence. you push yourself down on him when he tries to shift his hips to get some sort of friction. “i’ll fuckin’ bust right now (♥︎), swear to god. please move.”

“look at me eren.” you ask him so softly, cooing his name.

he’s a weak man and you know it.

his eyebrows pinch and he lets out the most beautiful most pathetic sound you’ve every heard as soon as he cracks open his eyes. your pussy is so hot against him and you’re so fucking pretty he can’t help the hot ropes of cum that shoot out. “fuck, i love you, love this pussy, your face, evry’thing love it so much baby please bounce on my dick please? it’s yours, just do it for me, use it i won’t stop you.” he’s borderline begging, hands grabbing at whatever piece of flesh he can find.

you are more than satisfied at this and you give the man what he wants. you circle your hips slow warming up before changing your position on the bed planting your feet by his hips and you slide up and down his shaft like it’s what you were made for. his cum leaks out your hole creating a creamy mix around the base.

“i love you too baby, wanna cum on this dick, you want it?” you hum, feeling how his heartbeat picks up from underneath your fingertips. he nods aggressively grabbing you and pulling you towards his neck holding you close to bury your face there. the position has you falling back on your knees forcing you make smaller jumps.

he holds you tight with a hand on the back of your head and a hand at your hip and he fucks up into you. “i fucking need that shit baby, give me—“ his voice is hushed and focused while he pounds you from beneath.

“fuck fuck fuck!” you cry at your release. he cums again when you do, he can’t help it. you gives you tiny strokes letting the both of you ride the waves of your orgasms. he doesn’t let you go for a while he just gives soft kissing whenever he can put them and you don’t complain. just cling to him like a koala. but he just can’t help buts eventually ask—

“you love me?” he ask in a whisper.

(he knows the answer mind u)

“i do,”

[dumbcopyc4t]

stand on it,

when you’re on the phone with your homegirl and she ranting and raving about some guy. it’s been two whole days of hearing this shit and honestly you’re sick of it! so you tell her with all your chest that, “dick ain’t never been that good and find a new play thing by tonight.”

your boyfriend perks up from the his spot in the couch, head lifting and eyes locking on your form in the kitchen because, what? what’s never been huh???

onyankopon loves to prove a point. as you say your goodbyes with a relieved sigh clicking that beautiful red button, he appears behind you in slow strides. you turn with a smile, inspecting him in all his glory. dark hair cut low and crisp, black shirt clinging to every piece of muscle that he works hard for, and you see how hung he is in those sweats. you could almost shed a tear.

“hey gorgeous, what should we eat tonight? i’m feeling habachi lowkey, but you have any suggestions?”

“that’s the advice you give your friends?” his voice deep almost serious but the way his lip slightly curves lets you know he isn’t as broody as he looks. you can only scoff and cock a brow at him in disbelief. was he listening the whole time? not that you were quiet or anything but still!

“jeez you’re so nosy! but i told the girl 5 times that man was good for nothing and she keeps calling me about it!” you huff feeling your face get hot while you recall every section of your conversation.

he hums in response standing over you deep in thought. you’re confused by his response— or lack there of — but you say nothing, just leaned against the counter he’s got you backed against. the silence is becoming awkward so you try and switch the subject “soo, no dinner ideas?”

“it’s never been that good?” he repeats back to you, taking a step forward, and completely ignoring the question. you open and close your mouth like a fish out of water. “you telling me, that in the two years we’ve been dating, the dick i give you ain’t ‘never been that good?” he ask you, arms uncrossing boxing you in between him and the marble top.

“turn around let me show you sum.” he says in your ear. you turn with hesitation, now standing back to chest and you feel him. pressing hard against your back pushes his hips into you. his hands leave the counter and find their way to your shorts pulling them down in one swift motion. you make a noise of surprise when the cool air hits your bare cunny, and you moan when he hits the side of your ass.

“open.” he demands before sticking two fingers in your mouth. you close your eyes and suck letting his fingers twist around in you mouth, massaging your tongue, lubricating his fingers. he pulls them out with a wet pop, before bringing them to your clit. he rubs tight circles all on the bud entranced with how your own natural slick starts to drip. he hasn’t even touched you for real. he teases your opening dragging his fingers to the hole and rubbing it. alternating between your two pleasure spots. you quiver and let out small whimpers, pushing back onto his hand.

“yan— need more,” you shudder feeling your clit jump when he makes contact again. “need you in me.” your pussy noise is lewd making a click click click everytime he plays with it.

“need my what in you? you seem to be enjoying yourself right now.” he states sending a quick slap to your labia. you squeal knees knocking trying to stop yourself from cumming. “you can’t be talking bout you need my dick in you? the dick that ain’t never been that good?” pop! he smacks you again make it harder to breathe. you’re dripping on his hand, his wrist, the floor, you don’t know how much more of this you can take.

“i— i wasn’t talking about you baby! i swear it! just please put it in me, m’beggin you!” your voice wavers letting him know you’re on the brink of tears. he’s satisfied, you hear him adjust behind you the rustling fabric him pulling down his sweats just enough to free that heavy, girthy, piece of—

onyankopon uses the slicked up hand to jerk himself a few times. before you could even thank him he shuts you by stuffing you full. you moan loud, instantly reaching behind you to push at his stomach. he lets you have your moment, but not for long. he grabs your arm and pushes into the small of your back forcing an arch.

“this dick ain’t that good, fuck you pushing me away for??” he teased in a strained voice. his thrust barely move letting you feel him in every crevice of your guts. his free hand holds your stomach and presses upwards like he’s trying to feel how deep he is. your pussy clenched immediately small splats of water putter down in the floor and you wail. “o—oh my fuckin’ god— baby!”

“cummin’ on this whack dick already? c’mon mama get it together.” he laughs at you condescendingly. “let me fuck my pussy right before you start doing allat.” and that he does. he reels back just to drop it in you. every stroke he delivered is heavy, he puts his whole body into it. you’re dumb on this dick, lightheaded from the way that fat tip taps your cervix.

you can’t even talk every noise is some fucked out ooh or an ahh. you rise to your tiptoes as a reflex trying to crawl away but he follows fucking you harder if even possible. his dick is soaked from you alone, every time he pulls out stringy white ropes connect him to you.

“can’t!” is all you muster using the free arm to push yourself upright off the counter. his free hand is in your neck immediately. not squeezing, just there. “you can.” his checks you. his words so confident it has you cumming again.

he sees the way your eyes scroll to the back of your skull and how you choke on your own moans, but he doesn’t stop. he won’t stop. “that’s right my baby, gimme that shit.” he grunts out. he’s using the counter as leverage, bouncing you between it and his own body.

“yan—“ you call through swollen lips.

“talk to me. tell me what i wanna hear.” he breathes keeping a hold on your throat but dropping your arm letting you brace yourself on the counter. all you can focus on is the in and out in and out in and out of him plunging into your tired pussy.

“i love you!” you cry.

“i know baby, i love you too, but that ain’t what im asking you for.” he can’t be serious. (he is!)

“f—UCK! it’s so good!” you wail, hands slapping the counter as you feel another pending orgasm. you feel him grinning again your cheek as he holds you.

“yeah? you think so? don’t lie to me ma.” he such a dick.

“m’not lyin’ yan— promise! fuck baby i can’t. n-not again.” you feel out of this universe. your body is light, every limb, every digit tingling. your stomach is burning heart is on fire. it’s so good.. it’s too good.

“you know the word baby tell me and i’ll stop.” he reminds you gently. from the way you clench down on him and rapidly shake your head he knows you’re not tapping out. he’s close he just wants you to say it one more time.

“tell me how this dick feel while you cum on it.”

“so good! s’good, sgood!” your words slur while you squirt. you have no control over your body, you slump against his chest shaking like a leaf while his chases his high using your cunt for his own greed. he cums deep with a moan, a real one at that. letting go of your neck and letting you fall gently onto the counter.

“y’good baby?” he ask, mood switching entirely. he rolls his eyes at your thumbs up telling you that you need to use your words, all while rubbing soothing circles onto the small of your back.

“my socks are wet.” you whine. his laughter causes friction which makes you clench and jump. “sorry sorry, ill fix it. and then we get habachi yeah?” he pulls out slowly trying not to stimulate you too much. if he didn’t just cum he knows his dick would be rock hard in a split second just watching his cum drip out your pussy in fucking slow motion. you feel him watching you so you bring a tired hand between your legs and cup your cunt, hiding it from him.

you crane your neck and shoot him a glare. he reaches for the paper towels but before he cleans you up he says.

“don’t tell yo friends no stupid shit like that, atleast not when i’m around.”

this stupid ass fuck ass app ain’t allowing me to make my blog cute i’m gonna quit fuck this >:/. i also went back and edited and it saved nothing so ignore the improper grammar i didn’t find

[dumbcopyc4t]

your stupidly pervy big dick boyfriend can get you off just from dry humping.

he absolutely hates when you wear those leggings. the ones that sit just right on your waist and are tight in the thighs, but kinda flare out at the bottom. they’re expensive, he knows because he bought them, matching top included.

he’s on you as soon as the door swings open, backing you into the living room and immediately bending you over the arm of the couch. he’s hard against his own fabrics and any regular man would be overwhelmed by the layers between your bodies, good thing he ain’t a regular man.

“what about the movie!” your question muffled by the couch cushion. you’re ignored, knees knocking when you feel the middle seam is pressed hard against your clit.

“we can go to another screening.” he grunts pushing and pulling you by the elastic of your pants. his thrust match every drag, his firm hold keeping you right where he wants you.

the friction is delicious, calculated on his end so you feel every inch of his girth pseudo-fucking you. you’re so empty it hurts so good. the thought of his dick being so close to being inside you but confined by the layers has your pussy clenching around nothing.

you whine and you mewl as your legs shake doing exactly what they do everytime he gets you in the position. his weight is on your back heavy and warm. his breath tickled your ear when he kisses it. his words are like butter can he tells you.

“cum in your pants, and i’ll fuck ya real good.”

you do as he says, he just has that effect on you. his grin is wide watching you convulse. he’s a man of his word, before you know the cold air breezes over your bare folds. he taps you clit with the head once, twice, three times before he stretches you out in a way no man could ever.

a shower thought but yeah i wanna write a cowboy fic! bye bye,

[dumbcopyc4t]

camera shy!

you dread the day eren got that stupid ass camcorder. you can’t do anything normal because he will not stop shoving it in your face. he for some reason feels the need to document every single thing you do. date night? recorded. bowling with friends? recorded. dinner at his moms house? recorded. he even bought the damn thing to the grocery store.

you truly cannot understand his fixation for this chunk of metal but it makes him so happy you can’t bring yourself to say anything negative about it to him. it’s like his baby, he even ordered a shitload of stickers for it saying he wanted it to feel like his own. whatever that means.

“look at the camera baby- that’s it, there she is.” he coos down at you peering through the lens. he is so unbelievable! here he is stuffing you so good, so full, with this camera shoved in your face!

“eren, watch out with that shit, seriously!” you grit through your teeth trying to be stern, but the way he pressed himself oh so deep has you wavering. his shallow thrust puts tears in your eyes captured by the blinding light of the flash.

he just laughs adjusting the camera settings until he finds the perfect one. “but you look so sexy like this princess. i think this might be my favorite video.” he says starting a new tape.

“let’s do it like.. this uh huh.” he’s more so talking to himself than you but you can’t find it in your heart to care. not when he takes a warm hand and bends one of your knees up to reach places only he can. he watches in awe as your face screws up with pleasure, camera capturing it all. it pick up every sound you make, every bounce of those pretty nipples rubbing against the fabric of your pajama shirt, every single chant of his name as he thrust.

“shhiittt baby! baby- eren!” you moan for him life his personal little slut and he drinks it all up relishing in the way your pussy clamps down on him hard. “that’s right cum on your dick for the camera.” he grunts, never stopping even though he’s fighting the resistance of your walls.

he zooms in on the way your cream has coated the entire length of him. with the hand holding your leg he brings it down rubbing fast tight circles on the button of your clit. you jerk trying to scoot away from the overstimulation he causes your body. it’s pathetic how wet you are right now pussy just gushing and gushing for him.

he has this sexy evil grin on his face, but you can tell by the it faltered when he bites his lip, or the way his thick brows scrunch he wants to cum so badly.

“tell daddy how much you love cumming on him baby, please? i wanna hear it, we wanna hear you.” he groans bringing his attention back to your pretty ass fucked out face. “tell me, baby. don’t leave me hanging.”

you can barley even form two thoughts, so cock drunk all you can muster is a weak “i—i love,” letting out another whine before cumming on him again. he lets out a satisfied hum pushing deep into his defaulted position; tucked in your cunt kissing your womb.

taking his sticky cum covered thumb he brings it to your mouth pushing his digit between glossy lips letting it rest on your tongue while you absentmindedly suckle. he truly doesn’t think he can be any harder than he is right now. it hurts so good he feels himself pulsating wanting to fill you so badly but he clenches every muscle in his body to stop himself from doing so. he knows how other worldly this will be for him when he gets what he wants.

“what do you love, dollface? tell me.” he slurs behind the camera, thumping it twice with his fingers. “look here and say.”

his thumb pops itself from your mouth his hand holds your cheek almost as if he’s keeping you on earth. he guides your gaze to the camera and you mewl softly. with glassy eyes you bashfully look into the lens.

“i love — i love cummin’ for you daddy, love it s’much.”

he pulls out before you can even register what’s going on. you sob over the loss of contact feeling so empty. you find the camera discarded on the bed and he looms above you, tummy dipping in and out with a strong veiny hand squeezing the thick cream coated base of his dick.

your poor baby is so over(under?)stimulated his tip is nearly purple. it doesn’t even bob down like it normally does, literally rock hard. the fog clears slightly being drawn from that headspace when you hear how sexy and pitiful he sounds trying to keep himself on the edge. he grunts and groans damn near growl not daring to move an inch.

“w—why didn’t you give me that, e?” you muster up the voice to talk to him. he glares at you brows furrowed deep like he’s in pain (the good kind) and huffs finally letting go of himself.

“i’m gon give you everything in a minute i jus’ need you to flip over.” he says softly like if he talks to loud he’ll be done for. you roll over hesitantly flat in your stomach per his request and you hear behind you the camera jingling while he fools around with it. you’re semi annoying again cause there’s no way he stopped just to fuck around with that?

it’s now that eren shoves it in your hand, the lens and the screen both facing you showing you its point of view. you peak over your shoulder questioningly before gazing back into your own expression. two strong arms plant themselves right by you head and you feel the weight of him on you. all of him. he drags his tip through your folds hissing at your pussy trying to suck him in.

“get us both in there okay? you’re my camerawoman now.” he tells you bringing his face by yours pressing cheek to cheek. he enters you fully with a hiss, pathetic pleasure written in his face when he taps your cervix. your wrist feels weak the camera suddenly weighs a ton and it wobbles in your hold. his thrust have no rhythm, he just fucks you however feels good chasing his own high. chocolate brown locks tickle his shoulders and fall down by your faces. every moan spurs him on he feels the burning pleasure in his gut.

“cum in me ren, please! i need it so badly, so so so— hmph!” he shuts you up with a kiss all tongue and teeth. he’s moaning, cheeks flushed pink so horny he can’t even think.

“told you i would,” he grunts thrusting on last time before he stills completely. it’s very rare to seem him in this fucked out state he’s usually the one keeping his composure but the way you let him use your cunt has him in a drunken state. hot thick globes of his cum fill you deliciously you feel hot everywhere.

he rest all his weight on your back, snuggling into your shoulder not even daring to pull out. you’re such a little asshole while he’s in his headspace you shove the camera in his face capturing that glossy eyed gaze he can’t control. he groans in annoyance before tucking back in your neck and shoulder.

“don’t be camera shy now, e. show me your face.” you chuckle giving him a taste of his own medicine. he absentmindedly reaches up snapping the screen shut and snatching it out your hand, tossing it somewhere at the foot of the bed.

“not right now sweetheart please, just let me,” silence.

he did not just fall asleep.. did he?

[allthingswhumpyandangsty]

[quackysprouts]

spiky eren tattoo update

[dumbcopyc4t]

oh hello

[dumbcopyc4t]

your nasty disgusting ex-bf onyankopon has you on your hunches between his legs while he sits, knees pointed outwards stroking his big fat dick in your face. he promised he’d give you a taste, but everytime you inch forward to suckle at his tip, he guards it with a wet fist. demanding that you,

“talk to me nice,” which basically means look up at him all starry eyed and pretty, and sing him praises. of course you do, why would you ruin your chances of getting put through the floor later?

he loves when you place wet, hot, open mouth kisses on his thighs while they tremble from the pace of his fist, all the while letting him know you him how sexy you find him.

but he loses it when you place a kiss on his hip, slyly bringing a warm hand to his balls to lightly massage. tossing his head backwards with a deep and gruff groan when you tell him just how much you missed him and his dick, and how you absolutely couldn’t wait for him to be inside you!

food for thought , i’m bout to cook brb ;D

[darkkissdiary]

when i discovered i could read stories about having sex with my fictional husbands

[dumbcopyc4t]

have your babies!

“stuck in my head it’s making me crazy, i swear i could have your babies!”

wc: 2.7k

after coming home from a long day at work your husband is truly your saving grace: husband!onyankopon, breeding, bathtub sex, nothing crazy, he’s a real man!

coming home after a long day was your favorite part of the evening. correction, coming home and falling into the arms of your beloved husband was your favorite part of the evening.

sadly for you, today had been extra shitty, you couldn’t pinpoint when your day got so bad, but it was probably between getting scolded for something out of your power or watching the bitch that caused the problem get away unpunished.

on the elevator up to your shared condo you had already started winding down. taking your braids out of their uniform pulled back style and popping the first two buttons of your stuffy starched button up. you sigh in relief when you finally reach the floor of your home sweet home.

hearing that key jingle in the door was definitely onyankopon’s favorite part of the day. it’s not that he didn’t work, his job just allowed him very flexible hours. meaning that every day he’d be home a good two hours prior allowing him to straighten up around the house, prepare dinner, and set up a little something for his poor sweet wife.

“honey, i’m homeee.” you made it a routine; no matter how tired or how cringy it may be you must sing your little jingle everyday after work. onyankopon could hear the exhaustion in voice, so he cuts off the burner and rushes to meet you in the middle.

with open arms your husband lets touch fall into him, the two of you practically melting into each other. the silence filled with the sounds of some sappy romcom is drowned out by the simple fact that he was here, holding you and breathing you in.

“missed you,” he mutters leaning back and lifting you slightly off the ground. “you hungry? i made dinner.” he rubs down your waist to untuck your blouse.

you just hum in response not having enough energy to give him a reply. he takes that as a yes, leading you to the dining room table where he has a nice tall glass of wine waiting for you on the table.

he leaves for the kitchen and when he comes back he has two heaping servings of steamy hot chicken pasta. you want to cry. he so sweet and you could feel the love in all his actions.

dinner is quiet, comfortable. he doesn’t want to you to talk during your meal knowing all the frustration from a rant would ruin your appetite. after dinner he takes your plates and discards them in the dishwasher. within an instant he’s back by your side leading you to your master bedroom’s bathroom.

“what’s this..? you question at the white rose petals leading you to your destination. he only smiles, opening the door to reveal a freshly cleaned candle lit bathroom, another bottle of your favorite wine, and a nice warm bubble bath.

“you’ve been working so hard, i just wanted to do something special for you.” he murmurs, almost timidly awaiting your reaction.

you’re definitely crying now, he panics trying to figure out where he went wrong, he’s on you instantly clenching and unclenching his fist trying to figure out if he should touch you or not.

“i’m sorry mama, you don’t like it? we can just take a shower. there’s no need to cry.” onyankonpon says firm placing strong hands on your shoulders tugging you close.

“no baby, i love it i swear!” you wail between your tears. “i’m s—so happy, i promise! thank you!” you snivel like an idiot over his sweet kind gestures and he is basically gleaming from your praise.

he strips you down slow, popping the rest of the buttons open carefully, making sure your skirt is properly unzipped, and your stockings come off without causing runs through the fabric. he steps out to hang up your work clothes, leaving you in your underwear garments while you wash away all the smeared makeup from your face. when he returns, stripped of everything but his boxers, he checks the temperature of the water and turns the jacuzzi bubbles to a soft rumble. he grabs his phone connected to the bathroom speaker to play some light background music.

it’s perfect.

he stands behind you, hands running down your sides soothingly. he simply watching you take care of your skin through the mirror. you can’t fathom what he is thinking when he looks at you, your underwear isn’t necessarily cute or sexy and your eyes are puffy from your slight emotional outburst. to you, you look a mess, but to him you’re the prettiest girl in the world.

his fingertips trace up your spine to the clips of your bra letting it fall open with a small snap before they trail down to the waistband of your underwear. dragging them down past your thighs and letting them fall around you ankles before you step out and then dropping his to do the same.

he guides to to the tub allowing you both to settle down on opposite sides in the warm water. his eyes watch closely seeing how you visibly relax leaning back and stretching your legs so your feet rest on his abdomen. he takes the bottle and a glass pouring you a generous amount taking a sip and before handing it over to you.

“so you gon’ tell your man what’s got you so worked up or am i gonna have to go up there and handle it myself?” he ask you breaking the silence, warm hands grabbing at your feet as he begins to massage them. you chuckle at the idea of your 6’3 husband going toe to toe with your short fat boss. your laughter interrupted when you hiss at him digging into the center before kneading. you relax sinking lower thinking of where to begin.

“handle it?” you giggle again, “it’s really not a big deal baby. i swear— i just, i feel like i’m working myself to the bone and for what? i go in on time, and then im the last to leave. everyone has kids so when something has to be done after hours, it’s like i’m the default fall guy, ya know i got in trouble over task that weren’t even mine?” you ask but he knows you’re not asking really because after he hmm a response you start again. “and i do understand kids are a lot, they need their parents but everyone acts like i am beneath them because i haven’t started a family! like duh i want to, but at the same time i worked so hard to be in the position im in. there’s other companies i can look into but starting from the bottom and working up again is hard. i use to look forward to going in but now it’s like unbearable dread. i do really love what i do but sometimes i just feel it’s all too much.” you say with a big fat sigh, watching your wine swirl around in the glass before taking another sip.

it’s quiet. you look to him and you can see his mind running at a thousand miles per minute still rubbing your feet. it’s low and if you weren’t already paying attention to him you definitely would’ve missed it. “so quit.” he mutters.

“pardon?”

“quit your job.” he speaks up dropping you foot to rest back on his stomach. you look at him as if he’s lost his mind, and shit maybe he has? “quit my job? why would i do that!” you question him readjusting yourself to sit up higher, but this causes your body to leave his. he frowns at the loss of connect before he continues. “no job should come to the point where you feel dread going there.” he begins. “and as your husband, it is my job to ensure that you are always well and always happy. when you come home everyday and you have all these feelings bottled up, it makes me sick knowing that i can prevent that.” there’s another pause like he has an idea but is unsure on how to put it into words.

“let me— i can take care of us and you know that. i have more than enough to have us set for atleast five years just on what im making now, and it’s only up from here. i’m not gon force you to quit. if working is something you absolutely want to do, i support you 100%. im just throwing the idea out there.”

your lip quivers as you set down your glass. the water swishes around moving as you move coming up to straddle his hips. your hands trace up his neck to his jawline before you place a sweet kiss on plump lips. “you’d really have me quit my job if it makes me happy?”

you mumble placing your forehead against his. he just nods closing his eyes at your touch. “i’d move mountains if it would make you happy, girl.” he declares softly pecking you again.

his hands find home on your hips once more, thumbing smooth circle on the flesh. you can tell he has more to say but he’s holding back. “tell me what you’re thinking baby.” you demand holding his face forcing him to look you in the eye. why is he being so — shy?

he drops his gaze again, muttering something but you didn’t catch it this time. when asked to repeat he looks back up at you with lidded eyes before he speaks again. “you could have my babies. start a family.”

with that you gasp. you can’t tell if he’s being serious or not. you’ve been married for a little over two years, so it wouldn’t be too soon to have kids. you’ve talked about it before aswell but it was always casual stuff like ‘when we have kids.’ or ‘aww that would be cute in a baby’s room!’ but you never took the steps. hell you’ve only done it raw the night of your wedding and maybe four times after that.

“yan, are you serious?” you squint questioning him. but he only nod eagerly. you’re too caught up in the shock to realize him growing against your thigh. “i’ve never been more serious in my life angel.” he tells you biting his lip. “quit your job and i’ll put my babies in you. you never have to worry again, i promise you that.” with a quick shift of his hips he ruts his cock along your slit nice and easy.

leaning forward he captures you in a deep kiss swallowing you’re soft sounds. you match his pace dragging your clit back and forth catching his tip in your entrance with every rock. his tongue explores the dips of yours twirling and sucking, the only thing louder than the bubbles is you and him. one mistake and you catch him in your entrance again but this time you find yourself sinking down slow.

the noise he makes is deep and low. a full on rumble leaves his chest when you sit all the way down. his balls ache but he won’t dare get his before you get yours. he holds you still, tipping his head back to rest on the edge of the tub. you follow mewling into him, placing gentle kisses in the junction of his neck and shoulder. “mmm.” you breathe out feeling him so deep he might as well be in your throat.

“s’big daddy f—uckk.” you mummer between your kisses. he brings a hand over your back letting it rest on at the base of your skull holding you in place when he begins his thrust. hard, heavy, and deep are the only words to describe how he’s fucking you.

the jets shut off by now but the water moves aggressively still. each clap of your thighs on his is almost loud enough to block the noise of the your moans. it’s disgusting the way he has you riding his balls changing the motion from bouncing you up and down to rocking you back and forth like a doll.

you sob when his free hand cracks down on your ass repeatedly. he whacks and whacks but then soothes over the spots completely contradicting his actions. “tell me how it feel baby. who’s fuckin that pussy like this hm? let a nigga know.” he groans adjusting his grip to grab at your face and slam his lips onto yours.

“awe shiittt, it’s y—you you’re fuckin me— soo good!” you bawl against his lips, the tear flowing freely. it hurts so good- the pressure of his fat tip hitting your womb again and again and again has you on cloud 9.

“mhm, that’s right. this my pussy ain’t it mama? keep talking to me.” he barks biting your bottom lip tugging and sucking like it’s a piece of candy. he slaps your ass again but this time he doesn’t soothe, instead he moves inward to your right winking hole and rubs soft circle there.

the gesture has you jerking again. just cussing and carrying on but never responding to his question. onyankopon didn’t like that one bit. just as soon as you felt your sweet sweet release build up, he stops. you pull back looking at him so glossy eyed and pathetic. lips swollen and quivering and face dewy about to question why he stopped in that pitiful whiny voice. but soon as your lips part, he grabs you by the throat and pulls your face right back to his. he looks up and grins a wicked grin pecking you once, twice, three times. before he pulls out to just the tip.

“i asked you a question pretty girl, why you not answering me?” he’s playing with you and it’s pissing you off. you try to sink down again but no, his grip on your hip too tight.

“nah, cut that shit,” he chuckles at your pouty deadpan. it’s crazy how quick he can go from doting husband to a brand new man in the matter of minutes. “im gon ask you again, maybe i fucked you too dumb. must ain’t hear me the first time.”

but faster than you can respond he’s back in you almost deeper than before. “who’s,” THRUST. “pussy,” THRUST. “is,” THRUST. “this?”

“agh— it’s yours baby! fuc—k me harder! it’s yours!” keening into his neck you shudder and clench on his dick. he feels it, he knows your body well you don’t need to tell him when you’re gonna cum. his pace is steady watching as your face contorts. both hands hold your head up like it’s a trophy to precious to be broken all the while destroying your cunt.

“mmh! baby— baby fuck!” your eyes clench as you feel it. he smirks that sinister smirk, pounding into you still, hands remaining on your neck he pulls you impossibly closer.

“uh-huh, whatchu gon do on this dick, mama? gotta hear you say it.” he hissed his release not far behind yours. “oo-oh! i’m finna cum on this dick, daddy!” you squeal bearing down on him.

“yeah? you promise? c’mon on then, let me have that nut gorgeous.” he whispered to you, bouncing you while fucking you through the tight resistance. you cum hard, mouth wide open with no care once so ever for your volume. your lashes flutter when he lets go of your neck and his hands find purchase on the dip of your waist.

he lets you fall back into his neck holding you tight as he still with a grunt pushing as deep as he can go. your repetition of“ah ah ah!” has his ball tense with his shallow thrust. when he finally cums

“fuck, that’s a lot babe.” you sigh in his ear rocking forth and back savoring the warmth that floods you. he twitches at your motion, impossible sensitive right now and yet he’s still rock hard.

“s’gonna stick this time yknow. i’m ovulating.. there’s no going back.” you kiss him gently.

“i didn’t plan on changing my mind. i’m serious, there’s nothing more i’d like than for us to have some babies.” he smiles. “hell we can even go build a house, i have some plots i was looking at today and-“

“okay baby, slow your roll!” you laugh. “let’s just focus on right now.. i wanna go again.”

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personally, i like that frat boy eren just smokes weed and shit cause real frat boys do coke. i bet these niggas had they shit PUREEEE

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i really like men in theory irl idk

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freak! (good girls go bad: last part lol)

3.4kwc

“you want a good girl that does bad things to you?”

going to confront eren does not go as planned: creampies, multiple orgasms, sub/dom dynamics, hes pervy, mating press, real nasty sex!

it’s been a week since your night with eren. you tried to forget him, not even wanting to talk about what you did. but sasha could tell something was off. it took a lot of effort but she finally got you to crack after she caught you spacing out at in your shared kitchen during breakfast.

“are you serious? you’re telling me he did ALL of that and just left you in there??” sasha sighed from across the counter hand on her forehead in outright disbelief. “and the ring? he took your ring!”

“yeah, sash,” you showed her your finger. “just slipped it off before i could process what was happening.” you groaned from your spot on the kitchen island, opening you mouth once more you sigh out “but sasha.. he was so so so so,” and before you could finish your spew sasha had thrown the empty paper towel roll at your face instantly stopping your flashback.

“no! don’t, (❤︎︎) don’t tell me that the man fucked out all the common sense in your body! fall break is literally in a couple weeks and you know that means. you’re going to go home. what is your dad gonna say when you show up on his doorstep lacking the one thing he made you swear not to lose?”

you pause and blink at her slowly. “my virginity?”

“no idiot - the fucking ring! he wouldn’t question if you lost your virginity if you still had the ring!”

she flails around trying so hard to understand what you don’t get.

“well sasha i’m a grown woman! what is he gonna do? he can’t control me for the rest of my life! and plus i can just lie and said i misplaced it, it’s no big deal.” you’re starting to get irritated knowing everything she’s saying is true. you literally have a tan line where it’s supposed to be, you never ever took it off. eren jeager had truly turned your brain to mush. and who were you even trying to fool? one stern look from your dear daddy and you’d crack under the pressure.

your father strict as ever was not for the bullshit and you knew that. but you were done with the conversation, it’s not helping the raging headache you feel. you hop and and make way to your room but not without slamming a door or two on the way.

after sasha’s pep-talk (which clearly didn’t work) she decided called and emergency meeting with the girls to get other options and maybe they could talk some sense into you.

“(❤︎︎)? please come out i need to talk to you.” she knocks on the door and softens her voice. saying ‘i’ instead of ‘we’ because knowing you, you wouldn’t come out with other people there. the other four of the girls stood out of sight back to back with the wall.

the bedroom door swings open revealing you standing there puffy eyed and swollen clear that you’d been crying. “what do you want sasha?” you sniffle, she cues for the girls to come from hiding and drag you into a group hug.

“awee baby, we heard and we just wanted to make sure you know what you’re next move is.. why are you crying sug?” Jasmine tries to comfort you best she can.

the hysterics only worsen, unfortunately the seriousness (quote unquote) of the situation weighs down on your brain giving you a massive headache, you turn around fast, shaking them off and beeline it towards the cush and padding of your bedding faceplanting with everything but grace and style.

your girls pile through the door, exchanging looks silently debating on who should speak first. they stand over you as you cry giving you more anxiety than you already had. everyone looks to mikasa encouraging her to speak up and do something.

she’s a sweetheart with the best intentions no doubt but her approach to many situations were so blunt and straightforward perhaps overly forward.. which was exactly what you need.

“listen (❤︎︎), i really can’t understand why you’re here sulking over this.. guy that you literally just met. but you need to march your butt to his room and simply go get your ring back. if he says no? so what? call the cops on him for theft. those are some real diamonds aren’t they? he basically stole it from you; no he did steal it from you. you have every right to go and get it back.”

it’s now that you remember that this bitch mikasa is genuinely strong as fuck for no reason because she very quickly and with the brute force of thor, the hulk, and a space ship combined, she grasp the back of your shirt and yanks you off your face to look at her.

“you’re going today whether you like it or not and getting your property back. after you never have to speak to him again. done deal. simple and easy. do you hear me?”

..loud and fucking clear

thanks to a certain guy with a buzz cut- finding out which dorm eren resides in was quite the easy task. dressed in yoga pants and black tank top. outfit thanks to kyla who said “you shouldn’t look like you’re trying to hard but you still need to look like you love yourself, ya feel me?” not really but! you stand outside his apartment style housing- heart practically beating out your chest. you shouldn’t even be nervous. all you have to do is stand there, demand your ring back, maybe even threaten him with the cops, and leave. in that order to the tee actually! it’s so easy- so why does it feel like there’s rocks in your throat.

knock knock knock

soft thuds shift erens attention from all the ingredients laid out on the kitchen counter for his super healthy epic awesome brotastic green smoothie— something he saw online. entirely too many ingredients if you ask him but hey.. extra grains extra gains?

he makes his way over to the door confused on who could be bothered him at this hour. his roommate jean is an absolute moron but forgetting his key prohibits him from going anywhere on campus so it couldn’t be him. he swiftly flings open the doors expecting to see someone standing eye to eye with him but—it’s just you. who?

“pardon?” he ask with a straight face wondering who this woman is to showing up on at his door on a wednesday evening. it’s a split second of silence before a perfectly manicured finger his shoved between his eyebrows and he’s backed through the threshold of the door overly puzzled as to what the hell is going on.

“you have my ring. i want i back.” you remove your finger from his face holding out a flat palm. “now.” your tone is surprisingly stern can’t help you boast in your head. you and this man stare at each other for what i feel like and eternity before he speaks.

“listen lady, no clue who you are or what you think you’re demanding of me but i suggest you find some manners and ask politely.” he huffs and you have no other reaction then to scoff at his sheer audacity. he has no clue who you are? no clue of what he has? find some manners?

you’re so taken aback by him your sternness falters. “you have my ring.” you mumble. “i need it back.”

ring ring ring ring ring. ring? OHH! you see when it clicks in his face. a glimmer in those green eyes. “hey party girl,” he’s so sexy smug you almost have the nerve to hit him. “come in.”

you end up on this man’s couch the scent of celery fills your nostrils as you take in your surroundings. for man in student housing his place was surely decorated nicely. he had disappeared for a good ten minutes before coming back to where you sit on your phone. the group chat going crazy begging for updates but the shake of your fingertips couldn’t even allow you to type. he stands right in front of you in all his six foot something tatted glory with his hands shoved deep in the pocket of his grey sweats.

you want to lick his skin off. he’s just there- with his hips on the same level as your face, white tee, oozing with confidence. and here you are damn near vibrating at the site. you see his lips move but you aren’t hearing a thing he is saying. and boom, like a magician he pulls your silver diamond studded ring from his pocket.

“you good?” he ask snapping you back to reality with a swift nod. “like i was saying, i thought it was one of those cheap ass pandora rings, never realized how valuable it was and uh now i feel bad.” he explained so nonchalantly before holding it out to place in your palm, looking as you mindless slip it back on without a word. flexing at the familiar sensation.

you look back up at the man with glossy eyes and he’s looking back at you thinking to himself ‘what the hell is wrong with this chick’ ..and then he grins.

“oh?”

“oh! yeah uhm i guess i’ll get going now!” you squeak clearly making no effort to get up quickly. “you sure?” he ask softly, making you want to melt down into the cushion. you look down scanning him slowly before coming eye to eye with his bulge. you see him see you damn near drooling at the sight— as if his ego couldn’t get any bigger. “you can touch it if you’d like.” he tell you though your tunnel vision. like any sane person would, you do.

it’s not that you were a idiot or completely oblivious to sex before the party on saturday, you were just.. a virgin. you’d seen plenty of videos in your lifetime so as nerved as you felt you just did what you recall. it’s not hard to please a man..right?

you cup him softly in the palm of your hand and massage, fondling him gently listening for a reaction. you see his stomach twitch and feel a hand guiding the back of you head you gave zero resistance. “kiss it for me baby.” he mutters from above and who are you to deny! you grab the waistband of both his drawls and sweats and slowly pulls it down in a teasing manner. just like the girls from the videos. his v-line is sharp, a thick brown trail leading you towards your prize.

trimmed, pink, and still slightly soft, there it is. heavy and hanging low. you admire it for a few seconds before you feel your mouth watering prompting you to do what he says. you take him in you hand and let him guide you to the very base where you kiss and kiss and kiss. every vein, every inch, allll the way up leaving a trail of lip gloss that goes up to the darker shade of his leaking tip. “you’re so pretty, you know that?” eren is huffing above you, clearly forgetting about his brotastic smoothie. “stick your tongue out for me pretty girl.”

you open wide lolling your tongue out to cover your bottom teeth. his hand is no longer on your head but on you chin. as he holds there, his other is grabbing his harden dick and tapping it on your tongue to the point you are drooling and sticky strings are connecting the two of you. “look at that..” he trails off in awe. not that he’s never gotten head before it’s just that most girl arent as pliant as when it came down to it, always trying to take control. eren slides as deep as he can before you react and then he pulls out there making a mental note of where to stop. he pushes and pulls again, and again finding his rhythm and fucking your throat to his hearts desire. it’s lewd, and it’s sloppy, it’s too fucking perfect.

you sit there so good for him, he can’t help but want to reward you. he knows your hurting, he can see you practically humping the couch. you look so good rocking your hips back and forth, mewling softly when the fabric of your seam rubbed your pussy jussttt right. thick sticky spit falling down on your tits. an obscene image indeed. you’re moaning, he’s groaning, the sight is truly sinful. “i’m gonna cum pretty, and then i’ll get you right, okay? fuck that pussy real nice.” he says so quite he almost sound shy. he doesn’t want to cum down your throat surprisingly. quickly he pulls you off of him with a ‘pop!’ and very vigorously strokes himself with a tight closed fist aiming it towards your already wet chest. you’re heaving watching the man, so turned on while simultaneously trying to catch your breath. you feel gross, not in a way of used or anything but the feeling of your tank sticking to your chest is lowkey overstimulating you. that with the feeling of your panties are clinging to your cunt, at this point wet isn’t even the word.

“hah- holy fuck, man.” he sighs, cum gushing from his tip. you study the way his balls twitch, the way his hands shake, the way his tummy caves, the way his face twists, the ungodly sounds he makes when he cums.

“so handsome..” you coo so quite he’d miss it if all his attention wasn’t on you. you sit there smiling like a cock drunk idiot which not helping him at all. he moved so fast it took a second for you to feel his tongue on your tits licking his release before attaching his lips to yours in a nasty kiss. all tongue and teeth the two of you clash for control. it’s delicious the way he makes you feel and he hasn’t even actually touched you yet. the mess of fluid that’s all over you has him going feral, like he makes territory. “take this off for me, baby. i want to see you.” he says and you lift your arms without hesitation. he pulls both the sports bra and tank top over your head wiping you down and tossing it behind him. he pushes you back, spreading your legs just to trace the print of your lips with his thumb before letting your leggings go next.

“mmm these are cute princess, wore them just for me?” he smiles so charming above you, while try and avoid all eye contact. frankly you can’t tell if it’s shame, embarrassment ,or both; the fact of the matter is—you did. your best lacey ones with the flower in the middle- just incase. but he doesn’t need to know that.

“no? what? why would i do that??” you cringe to the difference of your voice, it aches from the previous experience. “what! no!” he mocks your tone grinning like a loser. “whatever you say, i’m not judging ya.” so sexy smug. without a moments hesitation he flips you over so your knees are digging in the bottom cushion and your top half laid bare over the back. “you’re so lucky i got a thing for cute girls in cuter panties.” his chest is to your back he whispers in your ear, taking his thumb and rubbing at yours clit in smooth circles using the friction of the fabric to his advantage. you mewl at his touch pushing back into his hand. “pussy’s fuckin droolin’ for me, you sure you just came for the ring? i mean look at this.” his teasing is getting to you, words shaking you right to your core. literally. SMACK SMACK SMACK. with three harsh smack straight to your cunt you cry real life tears as your toes clench and your body tenses when you cum. “ya just keep cummin’ for me pretty girl, i think you knew what you wanted when you knocked on my door huh?” he muses. he knows you’re not listening to him cause of the way you quiver and moan into the cushion.

“i think we’ll keep these on, what do you think?” he ask not really caring for what you have to say while he pulled the crotch to the side. he guides his tip through your cum soaked folds watching you shudder into the couch.

“s-stop teasing, eren!” you wail, wiggling your hips trying to force him deeper. you turn your head to face him all teary eyed and sad. “awwe baby, im so sorry..” he coos oh-so-condescendingly before he pushes in deep. “..soo so sorry.”

you cry at the sensation of him so far in your guts you think he might be touching your bellybutton from the inside.

“h—olyyy fuckahhh!!” you grip the back of the couch so hard your knuckles begin to ache. but that’s the least of your concerns as eren fucks you like he’s an incubus on earth. just sloppy and rough, he’s behind you panting like a damn dog your moans and please doing nothing but egging him on.

he’s so fucking nasty spewing out his bullshit while you melt from the mouth water stretch.

“i’m digging this shit out, ain’t i baby? the best fuckin’ pussy i ever had. i love this shit.” he murmurs behind you hitting you with one thrust so good that it has your toes curling and your back arching into a semi circle. the bastard smiles so hard his cheeks hurt. from watching you run from each pound of his hips. “nah don’t run from this dick, it’s what you wanting right? right here? c’mon baby talk to me.”

“fuuccckk eren, r-ight there, right fu—ah!” your words cut short when he reaches down bringing a hand to your throat.. he knows you like it. “i know pretty girl right fucking here. i got you baby.” his breath on your ear, the warmth of his skin on yours, the hand squeezing your throat it’s all too much. “you droolin’ sexy, you wanna cum? cum on this dick for me, i ain’t stopping ya.” in an instant your eyes scroll back to skull and your orgasm hits you in pulsing waves of pleasure. his hips still heavy against yours working you through your nut. “that’s right give me that shit.”

all in one swift motion eren drags his hands to your where your hips and thighs connect before pulls out, and flips you like a damn pancake. “w—what??” you ask him dazed and completely cock-drunk. before you know all ten fingers are grasping at the back of your knees folding you into the sickest mating press known to man. “one more.” is all he says before shoving back into your sopping cunt. every thrust is a disgusting PLAP PLAP PLAP if anyone has heard what was happening they’d think this it was a porno. his commentary only gets you wetter whatever nasty shit he says has you pushing out sticky white rings around the base of his dick.

“you’re creaming on me baby, look.” he tells you before grabbing you by the back of the head, forcing you to watch as your pussy creams and dribbles on him.

the sound from you are downright pitiful each one is a ‘ugh’ an ‘ooh’ or an ‘ah’ this man has fucked your pussy raw and he’s still going.

he’s beautiful. chestnuts hair shields his face, tattooed arms pushing your legs to your shoulders, a dark trail leading down to his fat ass dick. you drink him in. his scent is intoxicating, so manly and calming. but what has you entranced is his eyes. his pupils blown wide but still a striking green staring right into your soul. “hey,” he stops his brutal thrust still so very deep in the crevices of your womb. “focus, pretty.” he tells you softly. then he grinds. full shallow rotations of his hips against yours working you slowly. “i need you to cum on this dick again, i wanna see it.” he grunts as you clench down on him again.

“kiss me! kiss me! please mmhh!” who is he to deny you? he sinks all the way down you connect your forehead before he places one, two, three pecks on your lips. “cum on it, baby let me have it. let me have this fuckin pussy” he rambles pulling back and picking up his assault. his chest is covered in the liquid that sprays from your pussy, but that doesn’t stop a thing. you scream and cry while you squirt on his dick, yet eren continues to pound into you until he feels like he’s had enough.

“eren pleaseee, s’too much!” you sob pushing at his abdomen.

“i know baby, i know, im gonna fuckin nut.” he grunts taking his final deep push before he pulls out and strokes himself directly on your gaping puss. “shit shit shittt.” he sighs as he cums. thick ribbons all over your lips, your clit, slipping inside your hole, some down to your ass. he really cums buckets.

you look so stupid and starry eyes nearly jumping out your skin when he takes four fingers to rub at you clit smearing his release all over. you shout and push him away and he only laughs pulling up his sweat and walking to the kitchen to grab a load of paper towels. he cleans you first, admiring the slow up and down your tits when you heave in heavy breaths. he pulls your cute cute panties back into place and wipes up the leather of the couch he’d be sure to disinfect later.

the sun is setting by the time you fully cloth yourself, unfortunately rocking one of his tees cause your shirt was wet with bodily fluids.. outfit completed with the glitter of once lost stolen diamonds. he’s not a monster, this time he sits by you for a while making sure you’re straight.

it’s awkward when it’s time to go, he hands you a water and bids you goodnight before closing the door behind you. there’s black on it you see see character through the water.

xxx-xxx-7749

‘call me pretty girl.’

GUYS REMEMBER wrap it up, infections are not fun, get tested often, and don’t get pregnant sista omg! i love you!

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[dumbcopyc4t]

i care.

1k wc

“these tears falling down to my ears, i swear you like when i’m pain.”

the love of your life isn’t getting better: angst, drug use, character death!

gone by sunrise, home after dark. every single day. a repeating cycle of worry, anger, hopelessness.

eren knew he wasn't getting better. he knew you knew he wasn't getting better. he was spiraling further and further down this stupid fucking hole he dug himself.

he likes to watch you sleep, not in a creepy way of course. eren likes to see you at peace, no crease between your brows, no tears staining your cheeks, no thoughts of his problems.

he once saw a future with you, a big house with an even bigger yard, he wanted as many babies as you were willing to pop out. eren pictured picnics, wedding rings, his beautiful bride.

he knew he wouldn't get that far. two whole years of rehabilitation work only to gain nothing at all.

____

"hey." you sigh, face still buried in your laptop. you don't bother looking up from your spot on the living room couch. it hurts to even look at him. he looks sick- with his heavy eyebags, everything about eren is thinner now, not only his body but his hair too.

he says nothing as he drops his jacket on the floor and stumbles to the restroom. obviously intoxicated on only god knows what.

the click of the bathroom door has tears involuntarily falling from your eyes. you know you don't mix, you go to school have an education. you don't party, you've drank less in your entire lifetime than he has in a week. he's no good and you- you're perfect. too perfect for him.

you make your way to the bedroom not bothering to pick up your mess, not like it mattered anyways. you lie awake thinking about him, dry tears on your face make it feel stiff, but it doesn't really bother you anymore.

eren sooner or later joins you in bed, having somewhat sobered up from his shower. he pulls you close, holding you like if he'd let go you'd evaporate.

he's so cold, his once warm hands crawl under your shirt wanting to feel you on his skin. the waterworks start once more, and you sob in his arms. he's so unfocused listening to you cry. cry for him.

"i hate you, i hate you, i hate this, i hate us!" you bawl into his chest.

you don’t hate him.

"i know." he holds you tightly when you try and wiggle away. "y-you make me worry so fucking much you know? every single fucking day, i have to worry about whether or not you're dead in a ditch somewhere and i'll never see you again."

"i know." he tells you through glossy eyes and broken promises. "i'll be better- i just have to figure something out." he lied. you know he lied. he always does.

"no, no you're not! and it this point you don’t care to! you said that the last time and the time before- you always end up worst than before. and i stay every time. i know i shouldn't but i can't just watch you kill yourself like this." all your words are muffled by his body as the two of you lay and hold each other.

"i'll always let you back in, i don't know why, but i do. you make me cry, i feel like a failure whenever i see this dead look on your face and i know i can't help you, eren!" you feel him shake while he cradled you.

he apologizes for everything. the repetition of “i know.” "i'm sorry." on his tongue spews out like a prayer. his actions won't match his words, he knows tomorrow he'll fall back into his habits. but now it's just you and him. together tangled in the tear stained sheets.

———

the morning comes and the cycle repeats, eren is gone once more. you continue your normal routine of waking up, getting ready, eating breakfast, driving to campus. the usual cycle.

as the time breezes by and you've noticed that energy on campus is total off. the whispering and the worried looks seem to follow wherever you stepped foot. you pay it no mind, eren’s probably in some shit again it’s nothing new

on the way back to your car you find a note in your door handle, you quickly grab it to open the door and carelessly throw it in the passenger seat along with your bag.

the drive home is silent, eren had broke the radio in one of his fits- promised he'd fix it. you knew he wouldn't.

before you could turn to your down the normally quite street where your house was built, commotion had people backed up and even walking towards the issues at hand.

you gathered your belongings not wanted to leave them in an unattended car and made your way through the crowd thick crowd of neighbors too noisy for their own good.

"what's going on?" you ask the lady from a few houses down. a sweet lady maybe late 40s, who was also trying to get a better view.

she jumped when she saw you before giving you an unknowning look. "not quite sure. there are tons of police cars and maybe two ambulances parked in front of 302." she sighed standing in her tip toes not being able to see pass the emergency vehicles.

302? 302 was the little yellow house with white shingles, matching white door, and a flower bed on the side of the front porch?

house 302 with the funky mailbox with pastel flowers painted on it, which was disapproved by the HOA?

the house with the numbers 302 painted in ugly black numbers just so happened to be the house you called a home. a house where only two people lived, and if you weren't there that could only mean..

"shit." you drop your purse, your phone, you even ditch the stupid uncomfortable shoes that were slightly to big and slipped off when you walk too fast- let alone run.

and you book it, pushing past anyone who stood in the way, your throat clogged and your lungs not taking in enough oxygen to keep a steady breath. ducking under flimsy yellow caution tape, past the ambulances parked in the front of your driveway, the ringing on your ears grows louder. the smell hits you like a brick, the smell of death tickles the back of your nose with every step you take.

the emts who are standing around approach you looking at you like you've lost your mind. another set wheel out the stretcher of a big black bag zipping over the chestnut hair of a man you once loved. there’s blood on the wall splattered by the dining room window. a sight that makes your knees weak in the arms of the paramedics. all you can do is drop down to the ground and pray.

pray that this was all a very bad dream.

sigh sad cat emoji ฅ^•ﻌ•^ฅ

[mxrderscenes]

writing is so funny because i could write nonstop for 9hrs and then hit a block where im like "how do i transition between this moment and the next?" and then i just dont touch it for 6 months

[allthingswhumpyandangsty]

dear lord, please take all life problems and responsibilities away from fanfic writers but also make them financially stable and happy with nothing to worry about so they can happily focus on writing and posting fanfiction. amen