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࿐ elle, 23, she/her, gemini, eren's stinka butt 4L

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[tojisteddy]

Jerrod

or: the one where even a Grump like Toji knows how to take care of you.

cw: 18+ mdni, age gap (45 year old Toji, age gap), aftercare. slight sub drop, comfort/fluff, Grumpy!Toji.

You and Toji fuck on and off after your- ehem- debacle.

You don’t even have the old fucks number, it’s purely off if you happen to see him around Shiu, if you notice him he looking at you longer than he should, if he tugs you away and out the bar while your friends are too drunk, if you drink from the shot of whiskey he’s set in front of you after he drunk half. Subtle and secret and only meant for you two.

And he fucks you dumb everytime.

Carnal, like you’ve been depriving him of your sweet cunt the month you haven’t seen each other. Big and calloused hands retracing your body as if he’d forgotten, through the valley of your breasts and around your hickey ridden neck and squeezing just enough he’s got you squeezing his heavy shaft further into you. Or down your spine, past the cum he’s left and spreading your legs wide to bare witness to the slutty and drenched mess you two have x created that’s made a mess on the mattress, bite marks and little bruises covering your pretty flesh below your waist. Toji will fuck you like you’re the last person on earth, like he hates you but he missed that pretty fuckin mouth still so nice. Still willing to listen to the bullshit he spews from his mouth.

“Shit.” He hisses, finally releasing you from a most perfect headlock imaginable, slipping his softened cock out of you with a ‘pop’. You can only moan at the feeling, you can’t feel your limbs, you’re barely there as the aftershocks of another orgasm rolls through you. It’s different this time, your body still shaking, heavy panting, it’s all so foggy and airy.

“Hey,” he calls out to you, rough, chest rising and falling. When you don’t answer, face still turned in the other direction, Toji tries again, “You alright?”

The older man goes to touch your waist, trying to turn you over so he can check the damage, but your hand shoots out, pushing at his thigh with all the strength you have left. You can’t find your words, they’re all scrambled, you’re just barely thinking. But it’s enough to say, ‘don’t touch me’ ‘don’t look at me’ ’not like this’ as you try to gain control of yourself again. A muffled sound coming out of you as you hide your tear stained face. Toji was a series of one night stands, a fuck buddy at best, not someone to care about you after what’s done was done.

“Hey, don’t gimmie that.” Toji’s voice comes out softer, raspy, turning you onto your back even with the gentle taps you’re giving him to push him away. He slowly makes his way in between your thighs, taking the arm that’s hiding your face and brings your hand to his face. Guiding you to rub yout thumb across the scar that resides at the end of his lips. “Come on, you’re alright doll. Been so good ‘f me.”

Good for Toji, good— and it almost brings new life to you, lashes fluttering as your gaze filled eyes wander up his muscular body. Your other hand creeps up his arm, squeezing to make sure he’s there, “Toji.”

The end of his scared lips twitched upward, you’re so cute all fucked out, your eyes only on him. He lets out a breathy chuckle, “Yeah mama, ‘m right here.”

But it’s only for the moment, right? Toji won’t be here forever, won’t let you be in his arms forever. It’s just for right now. You can’t— he doesn’t want you for longer than this moment— and you feel tears well up in your eyes, your through t fighting pouting, “Toji.” You hiccup.

And this man feels his heart twinge at that, stomach dropping at the sight of you crying. And sure he’s made you weep all night, in the best way, made sure you were feeling good in every way imaginable. But this, this was different. He hates seeing you like this.

“Shit, baby what’s wrong?” he coos, even softer this time, squeezing your hand that cups his face. He wipes the tears that fall from yout eyes, “Tell me what’s wrong, then I can fix it, yeah? What’dyou need baby?”

You let out a shaky breath, eyes wandering elsewhere, “Gonna leave.”

“Who’s gonna leave?”

“You.” You sniffle, more tears starting to form, “A-and then- we won’t see each other.”

And it’s true, that’s how it usually went. You’ve done it too, left right after sex because you had something to do in the morning or the latter. Or maybe those were excuses. You didn’t ask Toji for much, you wanted what he had to give. And Toji couldn’t figure you out, the same way is closed off, so are you. But the feelings you felt right now were real, like fresh open wounds getting hit with a harsh breeze for the first time.

Toji lets out a breath through his nose, “Felt like this all the time?”

And you can’t look him in the eye, it’s all uncertainty, lost, you shrug. This whole thing is humiliating. It’s stupid, you’re stupid for even feeling like this. Stupid, stupid, stupid—

“Sorry,” you utter out, it’s backed with a sob leaving your throat, eyes fluttering shut. It’s dark, and you’re the only person there. It’s where you belong, cold dark and alone.

“Hey, no, open your eyes,” Toji tells you, taking your jaw in his hands, and tit lying yout head off.

“ Shit- ‘M sorry.” You sob again, quieter because you know you’re annoying, he must hate having to deal with the fragile you, eyes still shut.

Toji says your name, strong, certain, louder than the voice in your own head. You lashes flutter open, eyes glossy and your vision blurred. You’re beautiful, even like this.

“ ‘m right here ain’t I?”

You shudder, “But-“

“—No buts,” he comes closer, holding you close in his big arms, “M right here, not goin anywhere. As long as you want, I’ll be here.”

Promise?

The words don’t even get to leave your mouth, just a shy glance in those big doe brown eyes, before theres a playful flick to your forehead, “Fuck, I promise I’ll be right here Dollface. Fuckin hardheaded like this.”

You know the words won’t gone out any nicer, but it soothes you some way. Body fully relaxing as you feel the gentle kisses on your shoulder where the new hickies lay. Your legs intertwine with his, snuggling into his chest as he draws circles down your back to your thighs. It’s quiet, calm, just what you need to settle.

He scuffs, grumbling to himself as you fall asleep to the sound of his heart beat that’s picked up, “Can be so fuckin silly sometimes. All these tears, wearin yourself out.” He brushes the curls out your face, caressing the Apple all of your cheek with the back of his finger.

Then a soft kiss to your forehead, squeezing you tight, “you should be more greedy with me baby.”

a/n: hey siri play Jerrod by Solange. Sorry this too so long, I still don’t really like this but🤷🏾‍♀️

[f4irycafe]

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𓊆ྀི󠀠󠀠󠀠󠀠󠀠󠀠󠀠  ୨୧ ˖ ࣪ . . . 5.4k. black fem!reader ◞ countryside setting◞ lowercase intended ◞ soon to be married◞ rough sex ◞ unprotected ◞ age difference ꒰ 36 + 25 ꒱ ◞ praise ◞ oral ꒰  f. ꒱ ◞ fingering + finger sucking◞ hair pulling ◞ creampie ◞ pet name usage ꒰ darling, baby , sweetheart, old man ꒱ ◞ manhandling ◞ choking + spanking ◞ overstimulation ◞ minors aren’t welcomed! reblogs & comments are appreciated <3 𓊇ྀི

꒰ 𝑚𝑜𝑐ℎ𝑎’𝑠 𝑛𝑜𝑡𝑒 ꒱ . . . my first rick fic soo i’m hoping i did his characterization well ! here’s some visuals for theme . <3 ‘n here’s the smut linkies > > ( ❤︎. ❤︎.)

the black 1967 chevy impala quietly pulled into the gravelly driveway of a small cottage nestled within a tiny town. the neighborhood’s always silent around these hours, only semi-peaceful disturbance of cicadas bellowing in the freshly mowed grass. the worn out cowboy boots on rick’s tired feet stumble up the main entrance of the home, keys jangling from the loop he had his finger secured in. when entering his house, it’s nearly pitch dark had it not been for the kitchen light being lit. an old white, floral printed couch that was usually wrapped in plastic was now pulled out to reveal a bed where two women slept peacefully in silk pajamas. your best friends, and bridesmaids. 

tomorrow was a special day. a wedding was to be held at a cathedral not too far out of town. something small, something memorable. he was never one big on attention, though family was sacred. he’d already planned to have a separate gathering for either side of your families to celebrate the marriage. the thought of being wed to you tomorrow brought joy to his heart. he’s waited so long to fully make you all his. he would’ve married you from day one had you not been difficult to lock down. however, he loved the chase. 

heavy feet thud up the old wooden staircase, nowhere near as quiet as he seemed courtesy to the alcohol running rampant in his veins. pushing forth the bedroom door, rick’s instantly soothed when he catches sight of you. sitting on the floors that bear the gentle patina of age by your side of the bed, a plush area rug in earthy tones providing a cozy contrast to the cold hardwood beneath. the large four-poster bed dominates one wall, its rich, arched mahogany frame polished to a warm sheen. soft, billowy curtains in a subtle floral pattern hang from the windows, filtering the moonlight into a cool glow. 

in the corner, there’s an antique sewing machine that sits atop an oak nightstand. you’re surrounded by spools of thread, sequins, and scissors. occasionally, you’d sip on your mug, or his since it read ‘daddy of the year’ — containing raspberry leaf tea. the fluff of your curly ponytail swings as you turn to face your fiancé, a smile beaming bright from his presence. there’s two long tendrils of hair that frame both sides of your pretty face. lashes still curled and brushed with mascara, and lips pigmented with liner and gloss. a natural beauty. 

rick notices you’ve got on a shirt of his. it’s nothing out of the ordinary, but it gets him out of character suddenly. he’s got a deep grin on his face, smile lines puncturing and blue eyes twinkling. you let him greet you with a hand patting at the top of your head, his hand easing down to cup your face before he’s plopping down on the floors before you. 

“hey there, darlin'," he slurred, his speech slightly slowed from the alcohol. 

calloused hands brush along your knee, your hands intricately stitching final touches to your wedding gown. his thumb absentmindedly rubs circles on your thigh, resting on his elbow as his gaze lazy drifts over your features. you always knew when he had a good time with the guys because he’d come home smiling like a lovebird just because he missed you. they were nice to be around, but nothing compared to coming home to you. 

“hi, baby. how was your night?” the delicate tone of your voice instantly brings peace, rick humming elatedly. 

“night was good. knocked back a few cold ones. even caught the falcons game. a damn tragedy,” rick says with a suck of his teeth at the end. 

“yeah? you bet money?” 

“only ‘bout twenty.” 

“mm, good thing it wasn’t nothin’ too drastic,” you go to cup the underneath of his jaw, holding the needle and thread in your other. you shift his jaw from side to side, the cap on his head hiding his eyes that haze over. you caught a whiff of beer and cigs on his breath and clothing mixed with his cologne. “can smell it on you for sure. got some tea on the stove if you want.”

rick pulls back slightly, chuckling. “sorry ‘bout that. i’ll take some in a minute.” 

his eyes drift along your figure, his baby blue button-up you wore hugs every curve of your body tight. a few buttons undone that shows your cleavage, a silver necklace or two swinging. the high pony on your head that’s curled at the ends sway around you heavenly. 

“played pool and stuff?” 

he blinks, humming, “yeah, shot a few rounds. daryl cheated though, swears he didn’t but y’know i can catch me a liar like nothin’ . — this shirt looks good on you.” 

rick’s voice is a low purr, fixating on the softness of your thighs he continues to rub on, a decadent scent resembling tiramisu casting over his nose. eyes even catching some glitter on your skin. “think you could show me what’s underneath this garment, sweetheart?” 

smiling, you continue sewing. “don’t try to turn this about me. you’re an hour late.” 

a contrite expression overtakes as he knocks his head back to look up at the clock on the wall, now realizing it’s way past the hour he promised to be home. rick sighs, lifting the brown cap on his head to run a hand back, curly ringlets sitting at the nape of his neck. “shit, i’m sorry, sweetheart. you know i always stick to my word.” 

a giggle escapes. “don’t beat yourself down, old man. it’s alright. i’m glad you had a good time with the boys.” 

“you a ‘lil jealous?” he tosses his hat aside, bringing himself closer to you to kiss your knee. 

rolling your eyes, you shake your head. “i was with my girls. we had a good time, too. couldn’t sleep, though. got an idea to add some embroidery to the dress.” 

it didn’t occur to rick that you’d let him see the dress this early on. honestly, you didn’t care too much for old traditions. they say it’s bad luck for the groom to see the dress, but superstitions didn’t bother you none. it was already untraditional that you were being wed without family. it was a plan you had for a long time. for your first wedding, you just wanted it to be something small with each of your close friends. run away together after. come back in two weeks and have a family gathering, then a couple years in, possibly five — you’d renew your vows with a bigger setting. and by then, hopefully, a big family of your own. 

“it’s lookin’ gorgeous, you did a good job.” 

“thank you, baby.” 

his touch maps the contours of your body through the fabric of the shirt. you’re sitting on your bottom but your left leg is folded in, foot resting on your other thigh. rick leans back a bit to adjust where he laid, catching sight of white lace underneath. he hinders himself. 

“i saw a few new homes they’ve been building in the newspaper. i figured we could go view them, you know, after we find some time.” 

rick nodded thoughtfully, now tracing patterns over your arm with his fingers. “yeah, that’s soundin’ good anything in particular you're looking for? big backyard for a garden? a nice kitchen so you can bake your famous pies?” 

“hmm, i’ve been wanting something really vintage, something built in the 70s. ‘bout forty acres, enough to have a garden and an area for you to grill with the boys . . and the kids to play,” you smile dreamily at the thought. “i love our home here, but a bigger space would be nice. that’s always been the plan, right?” 

rick nods assuredly. “right, we always talked about that. we can make that happen. i w’na make you happy. you deserve the big house with the wraparound porch, and the giant kitchen so you can bake me pies.” 

“you hungry or somethin’? you keep talking about these pies,” you joke. 

“i repeated myself? whoops,” rick palms his forehead, the both of you laughing. “guess i am. i need to sober up. c’mere.”

rick remains rested on his elbow, fingers trailing closer under your shirt, grazing your tummy and inching his face closer to your thighs. your back rests against the bed, biting your lip with a giggle as you clamp your legs shut.

“no, no, mister. save your energy. we gotta be up bright and early.” 

“gimme one of those sweet kisses, it’ll wake me right on up,” he’s playfully biting at your hips now, the dress you held in your hands now displayed on the floor. 

the quickness of heat encasing your face makes you shift back, stirring your waist unwittingly. full bearded face that grows like nothing, giving him a trim just a few days ago, patched with stubborn grays tickle your inner thighs the further he spreads them and the harder you clench them to stop him.

“nuh-uh, not when you’re like this. one kiss will lead to ‘em sneaking somewhere else. and you know it.” 

“mhm,” it’s like he’s not listening. “one little kiss, huh sweetheart?” his voice was a low rumble, body practically thrumming with tension and need.

pushing away your dress and tools so neither of you would get hurt, or your dress ruined, you nod for his approval, “just one, rick.” 

he couldn’t help the cocky smirk displaying as you relented, eyes glinting with triumph. “that’s my girl.” 

hands roaming your body possessively, each touch inflames you both, gasping as his rough hands grope your waist and leads up to your tits he kneads in his palms. rick loves to touch you, even if it’s for a simple kiss. they encapsulate yours with hunger, whimpering into his mouth when his tongue touches yours, tasting liquor and tobacco. tea tree scent of beard butter on his facial hair still strong and it weakens you. the kiss gets messier, rick grabbing at your neck as you lean your head back and accept every rough suck of your lips he takes. the two of you are eating at each others faces like it’s the first time you’d gotten to. 

he could feel the heat building between you, his restraint slowly ebbing away. he had broken the kiss to catch his breath, eyes darkening with raw pleasure, "damn, ꒰ ♥︎ ꒱',” he rasped, his voice rough. “i want you so goddamn bad right now.”

pawing at his chest, black shirt enveloping his muscles, you gnaw at your lips. “said one kiss. gettin’ greedy, rick.” 

rick’s lips trailed a path from the pulse points on your neck to just below your ear, his breath giving you goosebumps. “i said i need you.” 

as he sits on his knees before you, his big hands are tugging at your panties, face stern as he pulls them down your ass as you lift, the pads of his fingers digging into the plump of your ass. looking up at him in a daze, your mouth drops in submission once he’s tearing them off your skin, gasping from the air your slick folds are exposed to. without being aware, you’re full on soaked. lips between your teeth, you study the way rick lowers himself before you, crouching at your pussy’s level.

“let me see you, baby,” he whispered, lifting your legs and pressing them up to your chest. “hold ‘em f’me.” 

your face is in a pout, gyrating your pelvis forward, fingers hanging in your mouth with the gleaming, princess cut diamond ring stunning in view. raising your legs, you keep them straight, high, and pressed to your chest. opening yourself up for him, head resting on the edge of the bed. rick felt the way his dick twitched from the sight, indenting his fingers into your plush skin, guiding his thumb up and down your wet slit, knuckle delicately pinching at your clit, pulling back a bit to see the string of cum follow. you always kept her trimmed clean and smooth, shiny under the lamps light.  

“look at that, s’fuckin’ precious,” he grunts, your frustrated whines catching his full attention. sounding like a fragile little puppy. “oh, i get it. want me to shut up and get t’the good stuff, yeah?” 

you’re staring down at him in a haze, eyelids lowered and nibbling at your nails with your mouth hung, nodding with a pant. 

“don’t chew your nails like that, sweetheart,” he murmured, voice close to a growl. “givin’ me all kinds of ideas.” 

“mmm, like what?” you tease back.

“like having that pretty little mouth occupied. but it’s not ‘bout me right now.” rick’s teasing, landing a soft smack on your inner thigh close to your pussy. you jump, leaking down to your ass cheeks. it’s a sticky mess he created. “she needs it bad?” 

“y-yes, rick. need it now,” you admit. 

rick’s huffing out a chuckle, sucking on his thumb to get a quick taste before he’s groaning, ducking his head down to give your pussy a full, sloppy, open mouthed kiss. it sounds like water, his saliva leaking onto you.  “always taste so good, can’t wait till tomorrow baby.” 

“yeah?” it comes out in a nasally whimper, delving your manicured nails into the backs of your thighs. “a-are you happy?” 

“it’s g’na be the best goddamn day of my life, sweetheart.”

his admission makes your face heat up even more, grinding towards his in a desperate, silent plea. it gets rick off, honestly. seeing how fueled you are for touch now. the desire to eat at you is threatening to overwhelm him, so he engulfs you into his mouth without another thought. a small sob crawls in your throat, rick’s eyes primal as he catches yours while a guttural growl rumbles in his chest. teeth sinking into your lip, you whimper and continue holding yourself open for him, jaw dropping and panting heavy from every gentle lick he gives your clit. you gasp when his mouth trails up your inner thighs, spanking them on either side as he shifts his head to catch your bud into his mouth once again, pulling it between his lips gently before releasing and swallowing you up wholly. 

the method of his tongue starts off soft, then transitions to teasing laps followed by firmer, more demanding sucks, determined to wring every last drop of cum from you. with your stomach caving in, a high-pitched whine escapes your lips as he devours you, hips bucking wildly against his mouth as you try to escape the intense sensations crashing over you. using your strength to keep your legs in the air, your fingers thread through his hair, tugging harshly as you grind down onto his face, chasing the pleasure building in your core. losing balance when your knees bend, rick guiding his face all over your pussy, allowing you to use his face. the disgusting noise of rick slurping you up and matted beard scraping at your skin makes you lose your mind. 

“rickkk,” you’re crying softly, hiccuping and melting into his touch the more he molds at your flesh with his rough hands and sucks on your pussy. 

“y’cummin’, sweetheart?” his tongue continues to work, steadily sloshing it after pulling back the hood, tears welling in your sockets and feeble, whiny sobs surpass the lewd sound of spit swapping with cum. 

“mm—h-hmm. y-yes.” 

“c’mon, then. fuckin’ gushin’ all over my tongue. gimme somethin’ sweet to slide into.” 

with eyes rolled back, you mindlessly move your waist that stutters from every lick, sitting in a puddle of mess. frantically, your palms slam on to the backs of your thighs to hold them still as they tremble, smacking at them yourself to coax vibration towards your sensitive pussy all the while urging your fiancé to land a hit where you needed it. and he hits hard in repetitions on either side again like you love. the tickles of his beard makes you incredibly wetter as it scratches all the right parts. it’s getting creamier, and rick knows because there’s a sweeter taste on his palate, and when he goes to curl his fingers into you — pushing and pulling, and because the angle in which you sit is adding pressure to your tummy, it’s all on his hand. gooey and delicious. rick grunts, rubbing your clit with his thumb adjacent to fucking you with his fingers. 

“awee, fuck! g-god, baby,” your heartbeat picks up quicker, gasps flowing in the air as you grab his wrist and clamp your legs together creating more tension as you cum. 

it takes you quite a while to ease, arching your back off the side of the bed as your stomach presses into his face, rick smelling your lotion and kissing your belly. your eyes can’t help but stare in a daze, every rise and fall of your chest is followed by wheezily pants. legs shaking and skin getting sweaty. the shape of your eyes are daunting. biting your lip as you scratch at his semi-soaked beard to pull him in for a kiss, staring him down with blown sepia pupils and low lids mimicking feline. 

rick takes the way you look at him as a threat. 

“keep staring at me like that ‘n i’m liable to fuck you right now,” his voice is hoarse. 

“g’na keep staring ‘cause i love you,” grinning, you continue to play with him. you liked making him mad. 

“mhm, you love your old man?” he muttered gruffly, his grip on your hips getting tighter. 

your heart skips a beat, chest tightening with emotion. eyes fluttering closed briefly, then snapping back open to stare at him intensely. “yes, i love you.” 

it’s swift when rick goes to lift you up. scooping you up by the column of your underarms as if you were a small pet and placing you down onto the mattress that your body bounces onto gently. giggling in your state, you hum drunkenly as rick’s hands roam over your hot skin, turning you so you’re laying on your stomach with one of your knees raised by your side. the button-up you wear is well over hiked up your full ass, clenching your fist holding the material with visceral appetite, wiggling your butt and hearing your slick that’s glued to your inner thighs. 

rick’s got his neck bent slightly to the side, eyes squinting, your act of seduction only worsening his need to roughen you up a bit. he stays silent, unbuckling the hefty black leather belt on his waist and dragging down the zipper ever-so slowly. the lust in the room rises, the alcohol still thrumming in his system as he pulls out his cock. it’s . .  fat. pulsing visibly with a swollen head and dense veins — could be a replica of his forearm, really. it’s hanging halfway out of teal boxers, pubic hairs dark and unruly. pulling them further down his crotch so his balls fall out and jolt for your joy. loving the feel of them plopping against your sticky clit from behind. 

the sound of him patting the heftiness of it along the plump of your butt ricocheted in the small room. rick’s palming the arch of your back, pushing it deeper so he’d get you in the angle he wanted. bent just enough so he could catch a glimpse of your cunt soddened and open. 

“s' thing real pretty, ain’t it?” rick wets his lips, curls falling in front of the frame of his face as he gets a closer look like he’s never seen her before. or, like his face didn’t reside there only five minutes ago. “g’na get fucked real nice.” 

being under his monitor always felt nerve-racking. he’d take his time observing your body to see what makes you react to what, or simply get a kick out of the squirming and mewling you act out when peevish. stepping out of his boots and bottoms, he’s allowing you to feel just how scorching his skin was on yours. 

“rick.” there’s that crankiness he was talking about. it comes out as a solid groan, continuously swaying your legs side to side even though he’s got your waist locked. 

rick lowers his chin, spitting directly on his dick before wrapping his veiny hand around and pumping over the length of it, stroking over the sensitive head before he’s aligning the tip with your dripping entrance. the pink of it showing a tight ring after careful back and forth insertions. a sharp cry ripples from your throat as he fills you completely, walls stretching to pull in his size. you can feel every throbbing inch of him buried deep, the sensation bordering on yummy in its intensity. your nails dig into the sheets as you adjust to the sudden intrusion, body trembling with the effort of relaxing around him. unable to make a noise, you bite down on the sleeve of your shirt as your eyes falter shut. after a few moments, a dull ache of fullness only serves to heighten your arousal, breathless in his possession. 

“g’na fuck you so dumb, make you s’full,” rick hisses, sliding halfway out before plunging forward again. 

you push back against him, encouraging him to start moving as your pussy clenches greedily around his shaft. turning your head to look at him over your shoulder,

you keep your eyes on his, lashes kissing your cheekbones delicately while you see rick shuffle his black t-shirt up his midsection a bit more, drooling at the sight of his tanned chest and hard stomach. a stripe of hair leading down from the navel, strong arms with light brown frizzy hair, and deepset eyes that lure you in to danger. you fucking loved this man. 

“those eyes of yours, darling,” he announces almost with warning, wrapping his fist around your ponytail to pull your neck back for a quick, harsh peck to your full lips. 

letting go, his hand finds a new place to grip, and that was your neck. holding you in place while grinding his dick into you. your vision starts to blur as his hand compresses tight around your throat, clawing at his wrist as the pressure exceeds. the weight of your ass claps back onto his groin as the two of you rock together. rick’s thrusts rough and steady, pounding his cock into your pussy depravedly. 

“atta girl. take it all.” 

unexpectedly, your mind goes blank from the intensity of it all, and just a few thrusts sends you hurtling towards another orgasm, eyes scrolling back and sobs ensuing. rick’s hold on your throat loosens just enough to allow you a precious breath, but the momentary reprieve only fuels his own lust. he watches, transfixed, as your face contorts in pleasure. gasps coming out in ragged breaths, the sudden influx of oxygen only serves to amplify the sensations, and you stutter out his name as you gush and cum hard. pleasure ripping through you, pussy clamping down on his dick tightly. 

“ungh, f-fuck — ooh fuck.” 

you go to cover your mouth to muffle the sounds, not wanting to wake your friends sleeping in the living room, almost forgetting they were here. 

rick’s eyes narrow at your attempt to be silent. “ uh-uh, darling. i don’t give a fuck about waking your friends. don’t cover your mouth.” 

whining once again, your favorite, rick gropes your neck to keep you fully still as he fucks harder into you. “eyes on me. look me in the face.” 

doing as he says, you maintain eye contact as best you can, screwing your face up the deeper his dick hits inside of you, moaning when he goes to slap your cheek gently and clawing at the sheets in response desperately. every pound gets greedier, a sheen of sweat on rick’s forehead as he prolongs groans and grits his teeth while his hips slam against your ass. a particular noise you make full of broken moans ruins him. 

“yesss, good girl,” his brows are knitted, voice getting gruff and guiding your body to bounce back on his dick. 

“s’s-so — deep,” the broken tone of your voice emits, crawling your way forward for a sense of relief. just needing it a bit. 

“you ain’t goin’ nowhere, girl,” rick grumbles, pulling you back so both of your legs are straight now, grinding his dick into you before removing his hand from your throat to capture your ponytail to yank your head back. 

“p—lease, baby,” you beg. 

“just a lil’ more. just a little more,” rick nearly pleads, voice softening and turning into whimpers as he grounds his dick into you, lifting his weight off a little before crashing his hips back down again and again. “ugh, shit.” 

there’s specks in both of your visions, finding yourself sucking on your fingers as rick licks and nips at your neck, relishing the moment. the moonlight that was once outside began to disappear, clouds settling slowly into dawn. you don’t know how long it’s been since he’s stepped foot into the room, but you knew for sure that you’d both be ridiculously tired by morning. 

rick builds up the strength to let you go, for now that is. pulling out tenderly, he’s bringing you up off the bed and lifting your frame in his arms. with your arms draped over his shoulders, you nuzzle your face within the crook of his neck as he goes to sit on a wide wooden chaise facing the opposite side of the room. getting comfy for you both, rick’s got two of his palms on either side of your face to give you a few more sweet smooches. joining in soon was raw, wet kisses. descending his hands to smooth down your backside before kneading the doughy flesh of your butt. manspreading, he’s making sure you’ve got enough room to move, balancing yourself above him using the throw pillows as leverage for your knees. 

“drop down slow, baby — slow. listen to your cum coatin’ my dick,” rick whispers, hips stuttering, trying to find his own willpower in not fucking up into you. 

the moment narrows down to the pressure of splitting yourself open on him, the musky scent of his skin filling your nostrils, and the steady pulse of his heartbeat against your palms. arousal sticky and loud all over you both. weak whimpers spew as you sink further and further down to the hilt, taking your time and grinding your hips. a soft moan escapes your parted lips as you revel in the warmth and stiffness of him inside you, your pussy clinging to every throbbing inch like a second skin.

“baby, you’re in my tummyyy. you’re so deep. feels so good.” 

"you’re stuffed full, baby?”

“mmmhmm,” you murmur, eyelids drooping as you let yourself melt into the feeling of being so deeply filled by his dick. your hips continue to undulate slowly, grinding against him in a hypnotic rhythm that seems to draw him further under your spell.

switching up, you arch your chest towards his and keep your hands on his chest, driving your ass up and down on him to keep the tip of his dick nudging at your spot. it made you both feel good, rick’s touch back on your ass as you gyrate and fuck him. 

“get it,” rick grunts in your ear, guiding you up and down while easing his way into thrusting his hips upward, fingers sinking into your supple hips to urge you on.

the way you fuck him is steady and mildly rough, every pop of your ass onto his muscular thighs resounds in the room along with rick fucking up into you to match rhythm. the fat of your ass claps on his skin just as loud, rick raising two hands and slamming them down together before helping you fuck him. up and down, harder. he keeps you where you want to stay, but couldn’t fight the urge to grope your brown skin ravenously before pivoting his groin and beating his dick up each time you plummet. 

“r-rick, fuck babyy — mmmgh.” 

rick’s gaze is riveted to your face, breathing heavily into each others mouths as your bodies connect lewdly in the quiet confinement of your shared bedroom. birds began to chirp on the outside, and the light hitting your bodies felt poetic. his hand takes your ponytail and pulls your head back, your arch getting sharper and your mewls never ending. 

“w’na marry you right now,” you whisper out of high, giggling when his mouth laps at your collarbone. 

“you’re silly, sweetheart. you’d w’na get married while i’m fuckin’ you like t-this — fuck.”

“yess, with your dick in me. i love ittt!” 

rick gives your ass a playful spank, voice husky as he chuckles and keeps you grounding on his dick. his eyes blaze with unbridled lust and love as he watched you succumb and go dumb, body writhing. 

“you can marry me again with my dick in you later, yeah?” 

“yess, promise, baby?” you pout.

fuck, you really had a way with making him submit to your every wish. “long as you let me fill you up. c’mon, milk it baby. it feels so good. be a good girl. you’re doing such a good job.” 

the more he praises you, the weaker your body grows. you wanted to make him happy, and you wanted your promise granted, so you do what he needs you to and that’s bounce on it faster. rick chokes, jaw lowering as you lift and clench your pussy tighter, fucking him good. 

“mmm, fuck yeahh, just like that," rick growls, his voice strained with pleasure. "ride it nice ‘n good, darling. show me how much you want it."

he leans forward, capturing your mouth in a bruising kiss as he continues to guide your movements, his tongue delving to tangle with yours. the chaise creaks beneath you, the wooden frame somewhat creaking and scraping against the tile floor with each frenzied bounce.

“i fucking love you,” you cry out, thighs trembling and close to giving out. that bubble ready to burst. 

“i love you too, darling.” 

rick delivers loving kisses to your lips, sucking and pulling at your lower lip and rushing tongues. he feels close to cumming as well, shoving your chest to his and planting his feet flat while leaning his back fully against the chair for sturdiness before he’s rutting up into your pussy as you claw at his skin. it wasn’t intentional for you to scream the way you did, certainly needing to apologize to the girls once they wake up — but he felt so, so fucking good. fucking you just the right way. 

spurts of cum trickle down his groin and thighs as you mindlessly find yourself squirting, biting at his shoulder with tears in your eyes. from the mirror nestled in a corner across the room, he could see you dripping down his dick along with your cream. 

“ooo, give it to me. give it to me.” 

every spoken word is aggressive with despair, rick fucking every ounce of cum out of you that he could get you to produce before he’s nutting warmly into you. jaw clenching, fingers embedding into your skin harder as if scared to let you go. thick ropes spurting and pussy sloshing over wetly mingled. 

he’s got his forearm thrown around you, cradling you into his arms warmly, and it’s comforting. resting his chin on your shoulder, he’s intaking your scent — a scent he’d have forever being married to you starting today. he had such a soft spot for you. you run circles on his back, staying put in the embrace, smiling stupidly. 

rick pulls back to see your face. “are you okay, baby?” 

nodding, you smile tiredly. “just sleepy.”

“mm,” rick scans the room for the clock on the wall. “it’s close to seven. i’ll make sure to get up and let the girls know you’ll need a lil’ more time before getting ready.” 

pawing at his jaw, you give him one big kiss. “you’re so sweet, baby. thank you. can’t wait to marry you.” 

rick smiles, adoring that you keep reminding him of that. it makes him feel ultimately secure. “twice, right?” 

“mhm, twice.” 

© 𝓢𝓣4𝓡𝓑𝓦𝓡𝓡𝓨! all rights reserved. please do not copy, steal, or modify my work simply because it is mine. stealing isn't cute. i'll ruin your life ♡

[notmclovinn]

hiding during sex with toji fushiguro…

500 special

contains: x shy!fem reader, creampie (wrap it bro), cowgirl, missionary, whipped toji, pet names (pretty, good girl, baby), teasing, pull out method, i think that’s it

note: this one is acc my least fav i think idk but anyways enjoy

you weren’t, “shy” per-say. more so, closed off.. very… closed off.

so when you first got with toji fushiguro, your best friends thought you were crazy. “what? that guy’s crazy outgoing. i don’t think he’s fit for you..” they’d say. of course you didn’t believe them. why would you?

you whimper and moan quietly as you ride toji, his large hands gripping your hips and ass. “ridin’ me so perfect. the fucking prettiest.” he pants, raven hair sticking to his sweaty forehead. your arms were wrapped around his shoulders, face stuck in the crook of his neck, hiding your face.

“ngh- toji!” you moan, teeth biting into his shoulder as you approach your climax. “you gonna cum, pretty girl? let me see your pretty face.” he grunts, fucking up into you. you unravel your arms from around him, now resting your palms on his broad shoulders. one of this hands comes up to grip your chin. “so pretty, baby.” he groans, calloused thumb rubbing against your soft skin.

your face gets all warm at the praise, cunt clenching around him. “t-toji..” you whine, hands coming you cover your face. “tsk tsk tsk..” toji taunts, pulling your hands away from your face and looking you in your eyes.

“you gonna look at me when you cum?” he asks and you’re so fucked out all you can do is nod your pretty head and bite your lip.

toji thrusts up twice and you break the eye contact, slumping forward and hiding your face in the crook of his neck once more. “agh!- ‘m sorry! f-fuck!” you slur, arms wrapping around toji once more, hands tugging the hair at the nape of his neck as he wraps his arms around you and digs his heels into the mattress, thrusting into you at faster pace.

your body shakes and your arms tighten around toji as you cum once more, cunt squeezing his cock. “that’s it pretty, cum all on this cock, be a good girl.” toji’s hips stuttering as he gets closer and closer to his release. “ngh! ah! toji- ‘s too much!!” you whine, nails digging into toji’s back as his dick pistons into you, his pubic hair gifting your clit just enough friction to drive you crazy.

toji finishes after a couple more deep thrusts, filling your cunt to the brim. “too much my ass.” toji mutters, hands rubbing soft circles against your skin as your body quivers against him and you let out quiet gasps of air.

….

toji deeply fucks into you in missonary, hands gripping your thighs to pull you close. your forearm is thrown over your face, hiding from the one man who desires eye contact more than anything. “why’re so quiet, baby? r’you hiding from me?” toji questions— or more so teases.

you shake your head no, going to respond, though only a moan leaves your mouth. “no! mhfg! uh! toji!!” you moan, now covering your mouth with the palm of your hand. toji fingers travel to your clit, rubbing slow, heavy circles. you throw your head back at the sudden painful pleasure, your hand wrapping around toji’s wrist. “s-stop!” you whine, looking up at toji only to look away as soon as your eyes meets his.

toji’s fingers slow and so does his thrusts. “what am i ugly or something? do i got a weird cumming face?” toji asks, leaning over and leaving kisses on your neck. “why’d you stop…?” you quietly pant. “you told me too, baby.” toji says, moving onto the other side of your neck and giving it the same attention, his teeth grazing the skin. you let out a soft moan at the feeling of his teeth against your sensitive skin, legs tightening their grip around toji’s waist.

“toji… i- you know why…” you whisper, gasping as toji’s tip meets your cervix. toji lightly shakes his head. “don’t think i do.” you let out a groan from the mix of frustration and pleasure, “just fuck me, toji.” your eyebrows furrow, hips bucking up. “i am.” toji simply says, purposefully thrusting oh so deep, those thrusts that make you moan so damn pretty. “oh! right there-“ you moan. “right here? ‘s this the spot?” toji’s grip on your thighs tightening as his thrust deepen. you frantically nod your head, “oohhh fuck! i’m gonna cum- ‘m cumming!” you mewl, back arching off the mattress in pleasure, toes curling.

it only takes a couple more thrust for toji to pull out and pant heavily as he pumps his cock into his hand, cum painting your stomach. “jesus- fucking- christ-“ toji grunts, punctuating each word with a thrust, some cum reaching up to your chin. “holy shit, you’re so beautiful.” is all toji says, leaning over and pressing a kiss to your lips. “toji!” you scold, giggles leaving your lips as toji’s kisses expand to all over your face, lips even going as far to press right on your closed eye.

“you’re perfect. the fucking best.” toji whispers, face so close his lips brush yours. “toji.. you’re making me flustered.” you whisper back and toji nods. “i know.” is all he says, lips pressing against yours once again.

[kkunai]

𓂃 𝜗℘ olderbf!toji fucking you passionately in the back of his car. mlist.

the backseat of toji’s beat-up sedan smells like worn leather, cigarette smoke and him. the windows are fogged to hell, streetlights bleeding orange across your bare skin as he fucks you deep and mean from behind.

one of his big hands is clamped over your mouth, not because anyone’s around to hear, but because he likes the way your muffled moans vibrate against his palm.

“fuckin’ noisy tonight, huh?” toji rasps against your ear. his hips snap forward, cock splitting you open in one brutal stroke wit the thick head kissing your cervix. you choke on a whine, back arching, trying to push back for more even though it already feels like too much.

he’s so mean with it. doesn’t bother with sweet nothings. just spreads your thighs wider with his knees, angles his pelvis so every thrust drags the fat ridge of him against that spot that makes your eyes roll. your cunt flutters helplessly around him, slick dripping down your inner thighs.

“greedy little pussy,” toji mutters, sounding almost fond, “suckin’ me in like she’s scared i’ll pull out.”

he does pull out—slow and deliberate—just to watch your hole clench around nothing. you whimper into his hand as your hips jerk back pathetically. toji chuckles and then slams back in so hard the car rocks.

your palms slap against the fogged window for leverage; fingerprints smear in the condensation. he reaches around, rough fingers finding your clit, rubbing fast messy circles that make your thighs shake.

“gonna come again?” he taunts, breath hot on your neck. “already came twice on my cock like a good girl. think you got one more in ya?”

“yesyesyes—“ you nod frantically, words lost somewhere between sob and moan.

“shittt, there it is,” toji growls when you start to seize around him. your whole body locks up, cunt spasming so tight he hisses through his teeth. “squeeze me just like that—fuck yes—”

he buries his dick to the hilt and comes, flooding your pussy with his semen. his hand finally slips from your mouth so he can grip your jaw instead, tilting your head back to kiss you sloppy and possessive while he grinds through the aftershocks, making sure you feel every last drop.

when he finally pulls out, a thick trickle of cum follows, dripping onto the seat. he smirks at the mess, smacks your ass once then drags you back against his chest.

“still breathin’, girl?”

you manage a shaky nod, thighs trembling.

“good,” he kisses the side of your neck, “’cause i’m not done with you yet.”

[illyrianbitch]

THE HONESTY EXTENDED UNIVERSE

AKA: BABY DADDY! AZ MASTERLIST

─────── · · STATUS: ON-GOING. VARIOUS ONE SHOTS! ♡

Pairing: Baby Daddy!Azriel x Fem! Illyrian! Reader

Summary: Watching your best friend mate with someone else was devastating enough. But when a night of seeking solace with an-equally bitter Azriel results in an unplanned pregnancy, you're forced to figure out how to co-parent with a male you barely know. Yet as your unlikely partnership unfolds, you begin to discover that sometimes the most beautiful things grow from the most unexpected circumstances.

Overview: SMUT/ EXPLICIT CONTENT, one night stand to co-parents to friends to lovers, pregnancy, fluff, angst, hurt/comfort, mutual pining/unrequited love, slow burn, found family, healing trauma together, illyrian generational trauma, soft!Azriel, soft!Reader, bestie elain archeron, HEA! please check specific part warnings for more!

୨ৎ An Honest Mistake┃4.4k 18+

Lonely and bitter following Gwyn and Balthazar's mating ceremony, you and Azriel sleep together. As it turns out, one night is all it takes to change everything.

୨ৎ Sweet and Strange┃4.5k

Weeks after a one-night stand with Azriel left you pregnant, Elain Archeron becomes an unlikely friend. When Azriel discovers your secret, you both must confront an uncertain future.

୨ৎ Topics of Conversation┃6.6k

A dinner with the Inner Circle triggers unexpected resentment. Back at your apartment, you and Azriel have a heartfelt talk.

୨ৎ Something to Lose┃2.6k

Azriel struggles with the weight of impending fatherhood after a political meeting turns personal.

୨ৎ Brave New Beginnings┃8k

Azriel's reluctance to be honest about his protective surveillance clashes with your confusion over his mixed messages, finally forcing both of you toward genuine communication.

୨ৎ Out in the Open ┃4.6k

During a quiet morning with Azriel, the reality of your pregnancy meets the one person you've been avoiding.

୨ৎ Partners in Crime┃2.5k

Pregnancy hormones, unrequited feelings, and family dinners don't mix well. Luckily, Azriel understands the art of a strategic exit.

୨ৎ A Mother's Home┃4.1k FAV!

You take a trip to Rosehall to meet Azriel's mother. The visit unearths more than you expected.

୨ৎ Learning Curve┃3.8k

On his mother's porch, you and Azriel find yourselves talking about forgiveness

୨ৎ Soft Spots┃2.3k

Ice cream nights and sweet confessions.

୨ৎ Growing Pains┃7.9k

Azriel grapples with his possessive instincts when you find comfort with a new healer, forcing him to confront what friendship actually requires.

୨ৎ Measurements of Progress┃3.9k

A bad day prompts you to call Azriel over. The afternoon leads to conversations about your romantic histories.

Current Word Count: 55.2k

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୨ৎ Sweet Treats┃1.7k HALLOWEEN AU

Six months pregnant, you and Azriel celebrate your first Halloween together.

CHAPTER MEMES:

The Plot of 'Growing Pains' Summarized Through Memes

Moments from 'Measurements of Progress' in Meme Format

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[mimikissies]

aftercare with toji fushiguro

you don’t move for a looong moment.

not because you can’t, but because you don’t want to. because you’re warm and weightless and floating somewhere soft between being awake and being dream-heavy. because toji’s big arms are around you. loose, protective, like he’s afraid to let go even though he knows he’s not going anywhere.

you’re lying on his chest, cheek pressed to the steady rise and fall of him, and everything feels slowed. melted. like the whole world slipped off your shoulders and onto the floor with your clothes.

he strokes your back, absentminded, fingers tracing lazy lines down your spine. it almost tickles, almost makes you shiver, but it’s so tender it turns you boneless.

“you alive?” toji murmurs, voice rough in that way that always gives him away. the softness he pretends he doesn’t have.

you hum, the sound small, warm. “barely.”

he chuckles, the vibration under your cheek soft and deep. “yeah. figured.”

you peek up at him through half-lidded eyes, and he’s already looking at you; already studying you like you’re something fragile and precious he somehow gets to hold.

“you good?” he asks, thumb brushing a stray strand of hair from your face.

you nod, slow. “mhm. i’m happy.”

the word feels too simple compared to how your chest feels: full, overflowing, like there’s too much tenderness inside you and nowhere for it to go.

“good,” he says, and his voice breaks just the tiniest bit. “that’s all i care about.”

toji isn’t good with confessions. you’ve learned that. he’ll ruin a man with a flick of his wrist, but tell him he’s important and he gets quiet. shy in a way you never expect.

you shift closer, curling into him, and he lifts the blanket higher over your back.

his hand cups the back of your head, holding you there gently. like he’s memorizing the shape of you.

“you need water?” he asks softly. “or somethin’ sweet? i can get it.”

you shake your head, nuzzling into his chest like you’re trying to hide inside him.

“just stay,” you whisper, and that’s all it takes.

toji exhales, long and slow, his hand sliding down to hold your waist. “yeah,” he says quietly. “i’m not going anywhere.”

you lie like that for a while, listening to his heartbeat. the kind of rhythm that makes you feel safe in a way you can’t explain.

then he shifts just enough to press a kiss to the top of your head. not rushed. not casual. a kiss that feels like a promise.

“you’re somethin’ else,” he mumbles against your hair. “drivin’ me crazy with how small you get after.”

you whine into his chest, embarrassed. “don’t tease…”

he smiles; you can hear it in his voice. “i’m not teasing. i’m serious. you get all quiet and soft and… fuck, it kills me.”

you bury your face deeper, making him laugh gently.

his hand rubs the back of your arm in slow circles. “hey,” he says, “look at me.”

you lift your head, sleepy-eyed and flushed.

toji takes your face in his palm, thumb brushing your cheekbone, gaze warm enough to melt the air around you.

“you’re okay?” he asks again. quieter. more serious.

“i’m perfect,” you whisper.

something in his expression softens. completely. disarmed.

he kisses your forehead.

“good,” he breathes. “as long as you’re good.”

your eyes flutter, and your voice comes out almost dreamy. “hold me?”

he pulls you back onto his chest instantly. “always.”

and he does. he holds you like you’re something he found after years of not knowing he was looking. he holds you like he’s scared the world will try to take you.

he holds you until your breaths match, until the warmth sinks deep into your bones, until sleep pulls at your eyelids and he whispers, “it’s okay, baby. i got you. go ahead. rest.”

you fall asleep on his heartbeat.

and toji stays awake for a while, one arm around your waist, the other stroking your hair, staring at the ceiling like he’s thanking someone he pretends he doesn’t believe in.

because loving you scares him. and losing you scares him more.

but right now? right now you’re here. safe and his.

[forriku-deactivated20260315]

୨୧ toji’s so big and strong that he can easily manhandle you into whatever position he wants to fuck you in . . .

toji’s always been fucking massive.

six-foot-too-much, shoulders that block the damn sun, arms thick enough to snap you in half without trying.

you’re tiny next to him, barely reach his chest even in heels, and he never lets you forget it. he scoops you up like you weigh nothing, tosses you over his shoulder when you mouth off, pins your wrists with one hand just to watch you squirm.

it’s cute out in public. adorable, even. you giggle when he carries you through the door, when he lifts you onto the kitchen counter to kiss you stupid.

in the bedroom? that shit turns lethal.

he’s got you folded in half right now, knees damn near by your ears in a mating press that makes your spine scream.

your ankles are hooked over his broad shoulders, his huge hands gripping the backs of your thighs so hard you’ll have bruises shaped like his fingerprints tomorrow.

his cock’s splitting you open, thick and veiny and so fucking long it punches the air from your lungs every time he bottoms out.

“haah— look at you,” he growls, voice rough like gravel, hips slamming forward hard enough to jolt your whole body up the bed. “tiny little pussy taking all of me. you feel that? feel how deep i am, baby?”

“t-toji... fuck— too deep...!” you wail, voice cracking into a broken sob, drooling down your chin as your eyes roll back. “s’too much— i just came— aaahh!”

he’s been fucking you for hours— missionary until your thighs shook, doggystyle until your arms gave out and your face smashed into the mattress, then he flipped you around and made you ride him reverse, your tiny body bouncing helplessly while you screamed.

he even invented some fucked-up pretzel position last week, one leg over his shoulder, the other pinned to the bed, pounding into you sideways while he bit your throat raw and you cried “yesyesyes—right there—don’t stop—gonna cum again—!”

now he’s breeding you like it’s his goddamn job.

“gonna stuff this cunt so full,” he snarls, pace turning brutal, balls slapping wetly against your ass. “gonna pump you full of my cum till it leaks out for days. you want that? want me to ruin this pretty little hole?”

“yes...! please— breed me, toji!” you sob, nodding frantically, nails clawing at his back, heels digging into his shoulders. “want it—want your cum.. fill me up— want your baby—!”

you’re so fucking cockdrunk you can’t even remember your own name— just the stretch of him, the burn, the way he uses you like a fleshlight.

wet, sloppy sounds fill the room every time he pulls out and slams back in, your pussy squelching obscenely.

he chuckles and flips you onto your stomach without pulling out. one massive hand fists your hair, yanking your head back as he mounts you from behind, hips pistoning so hard the headboard dents the wall. “that’s it... fuck—milk my cock, baby. squeeze me just like that.”

“tojiiii—” you scream into the mattress, voice muffled and wrecked, drooling on the sheets as your whole body jolts with every thrust. “gonna cum... gonna—ahhn—cumming—cumming on your cock—!”

you cum again, vision whiting out, pussy gushing around him in messy spurts that soak the sheets, high-pitched whines ripping from your throat.

he doesn’t stop. never stops. just flips you back over, spreads your legs wide, and watches his cum drip out of your abused hole before shoving back in, forcing it deeper.

“not done” he rasps, voice wrecked, sweat dripping from his scarred chest onto your tits.

“gonna keep fucking you till you’re so full you’re leaking for a week. till every step you take reminds you who owns this cunt.”

“more... please..” you slur, tongue heavy, eyes unfocused and teary. “gimme more.. wanna be full— wanna be your dumb little cumslut— pleaseee—”

he cums with a guttural groan, hips stuttering as he floods you again, thick and hot and endless. when he finally pulls out, you’re a mess— legs trembling, hole gaping and ruined, cum pouring out in thick globs.

toji just smirks, scoops the mess up with two fingers, and shoves it back inside you, plugging you with his digits, making you wince and whimper at the same time.

“keep that in,” he murmurs, voice low and satisfied, pressing a mocking kiss to your forehead. “wouldn’t want my good girl wasting a single drop.”

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[shawtuzi]

Okay, so how about Eren—I miss him—fucking us and seeing a belly bulge!?

*moans* ohmygod (not proofread)

okay okay so let’s set the scene—

your at nerd!erens dorm, and what was supposed to be a study session turned into . . . well, you know.

your boyfriend was as sweet as they came, but he was only human. so when you leant forward and exposed your cleavage in that baby pink top? well, he just couldn’t help himself.

you were sat on his lap, bare chest pressed against his with his lanky arms wrapped loosely around your waist. he liked to fuck you like this because not only were you as close as humanly possible, but it was also easier for him to keep his glasses on.

the only downside? due to him being six four, his feet were almost always hanging off the edge of the twin sized bed.

none of that mattered though. no, not when he had the cutest girl in his lap moaning his name oh so prettily.

“mm, baby.”

eren’s head lolled to the side as you licked a fat stripe up the side of his neck. he tried to keep his hands steady, careful not to squeeze your soft flesh too hard, but you were making it so difficult.

every clench of your cushiony cunt against his dick had his emerald eyes turning into hearts behind his thick, black framed glasses.

“shit, i can feel you creaming all over me, n’ it’s not even all the way in yet,” he whined into the stuffy air, brunette baby hairs now beginning to stick to his sweaty forehead. his filthy words had your lips trembling, your legs nearly giving out from beneath you.

it didn’t really come as much of a shock when it was revealed that eren was seriously hung. he was eight inches when hard, but if he was horny enough, he definitely stretched a little more past eight and a half. not to mention it had a wicked curve.

he tried to fit himself all the way in one time, but by the time he was on the third thrust, you were sniffling and whining for him to take some out—which was okay! the last thing nerd!eren ever wants to do is hurt you. so if that means the last two inches of him go untouched, so be it!

your wellbeing and pleasure went above everythingggg else.

“f-fuck. kiss me please, rennie,” you breathed out, arms wrapping around his neck to bring him in for another bruising kiss.

eren internally screamed at the way his lenses rubbed against his skin, but he pushed that shit down like a man, and kissed you back just as hard.

“hah—sorry, honey,” you whispered against his puffy lips, giving them one last kiss before pulling away. “didn’t mean to squish your glasses.”

you knew him so well. it made him so hard.

your hands rested behind you on his thick thighs, the pace of your bounces slowing by the minute. eren’s eyes zeroed in on your puffy pussy, and with a quick swipe of his thumb against his wet tongue, he was rubbing your clit feverishly.

your hips stuttered, a broken moan ripping passed your lips.

“can we—can we switch positions? m’getting tired,” you huffed, circling your hips.

eren’s lashes fluttered. it took him a good thirty seconds to realize you were in fact not moving, and also asked him a question.

he didn’t bother to ask you to repeat it though, because by the pout on your hips, and the way your head rested on your shoulder, he could tell you needed a break.

which brings us to his second favorite position—though it isn’t that easy to keep his glasses on.

eren loved some good ol’ missionary. he liked the way your calves felt silky soft against his cheeks when he had your legs over his shoulders. he liked the way his hair sometimes formed as your own personal little curtain, hiding you both away from the harshness of the world. this next one was something he had recently discovered—and by recently . . . i mean right that minute.

he had you like he always did. head propped up oh so prettily on a stack of pillows with your legs draped over his broad shoulders. his thick cock slide between your puffy folds, collecting up your essence.

“can’t believe you’re real,” he sniffled, lazily pushing up his glasses with his index finger.

your fingers ran across his sharp jawline, and he leant into your touch, lashes fluttering. “i could say the same about you,” your voice was breathy, and boarder line fucked out. just the way he liked. he’s never told you this though, of course.

even though you’ve been together almost a year, eren still had trouble speaking his mind. even if it was just some silly sexual banter.

“i’ll put it in slow. just, uh, keep your eyes on me, okay?”

the request was quiet, a little shy—super cute.

you couldn’t help but grin, your teeth catching onto your bottom lip as you nodded.

eren angled his hips, sliding his cock between your folds until the tip caught onto your dripping entrance. you were practically sucking him in, juices clinging onto the thick veins that wrapped around the base.

it didn’t take long until he was halfway in, and beginning a steady rhythm.

a wet, squelching noise began to fill the quiet room, and when eren looked down he was met with the sight of your pussy creaming his cock once again.

he didn’t quite know what was so different about tonight, but you were even wetter than usual, and without even knowing, eren had accidentally pushed the remaining inches of his dick inside you with a particularly hard thrust.

you felt like the air had been knocked cleaned from your lungs. you could practically feel him in your stomach—your fucking chest. it was absurd.

only this time it didn’t hurt as much as it did the first time around. there was a dull ache, but it was quickly replaced with white, hot pleasure.

“holy s-shit,” you hissed, manicured hand falling onto your tummy. eren wanted to apologize, he really did, but the feeling of being fully sheathed inside you for the first time in months had him feeling a little dizzy.

what had him nearly falling out was the faint bulge in your stomach.

he thought his eyes were deceiving him, but then he saw it again, and again, and again!

that was him—all of him, and you were taking every inch like the perfect girl you always were for him.

“m’not—” his chest rumbled in a growl, jaw clenching tightly, “i’m not hurting you, am i?” it was so hard to get out his words, but it was all worth knowing you were okay, and not hurting in any way.

you felt so small under his intense stare, you almost had to shut your eyes!

“n-no. no, i’m okay, rennie. you’re just—ngh, super deep now is all,” you panted out, hand wrapping around his much larger one to rest it on your lower tummy, eren moaned. loudly. so loud that people could hear him from five different dorm rooms.

“that can’t fucking be me. there’s no way i’m fucking you that deep—f-fuck, i think m’gonna cum.” he was babbling, brain nearly turned into mush, but thankfully, you were there to keep him grounded.

you kissed his lips tenderly, and when he pressed down on your tummy, you were moaning just as loud as he was a few moments prior. you couldn’t believe this was the same man who picked out his clothes the night before classes, and collected fucking coins for a hobby.

“i-i’m cumming, ren!”

“mmm, me too, pretty. please help me cum. i-i’ve been so good.” and he has, so as an extra push you made sure to claw extra hard at his back until his muscles were tensing and his eyes were rolling back.

the warmth that flooded your tummy triggered your own orgasm, and eren helped you ride out that high and more with two nimble fingers pressed against your puffy clit.

his cock twitched against your walls, sensitive beyond belief.

“there no way i can’t not go another round with you after that,” he muttered, mouthing at your calf. his tongue was wet and hot, sending goosebumps all across your body.

you thought you would’ve needed more time to regroup, but surprisingly, your cunt was throbbing, begging to be used up once again.

so that’s what eren did over, and over, until you both nearly passed out from exhaustion. your cunt was filled with his cum, and once he pulled out a flood of it dribbled from your spent pussy.

next came his second favorite part of sex—being able to slurp his cum from your battered pussy with the most obnoxious noises you’ve ever heard.

[f4irycafe]

hi elle <333 ik it's been so long but i hope you're well !!

babe WAIT WAIT I NEVER CHECK MY ASKS AND THIS WAS MONTHS AGO NOOOOOOOOO mwah 🫂😛 forgive me

[f4irycafe]

as a loyal irl dilf fucker all the toji, naoya, nanami, hell any older anime character fics 😏 yall eat those UP have me like … was yall in the room ? WHERE THE CAMERAS @

anyways I LOVE ALL U BEAUTIFUL TALENTED WOMEN WHO WRITE NASTY SHIT FOR US 🫂 KEEP IT UP QUEENS 😘 appreciate ur authors more and comment some of ur favs !!

[sorceress-of-stories]

🩸Blood of Origin - Alucard x (f)Reader 🩸

Chapter 17

SUMMARY: Your souls were bound by the cruel thread of fate. He was blessed by the blood coursing in his veins, you by the unknown. But as destiny took its course, the safety and peace in which you lived was violently ripped away. Fractured and broken, you walked the agonizing path that destiny set before you, unaware it would lead you back to where it all began.

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You are the main character of this story. There is no direct description of reader's hair/eyes/body etc.

fake pagan-based spirituality that is important to the plot

slow burn. we start from before the events of season 1 and span throughout the entirety of the series

[TRIGGER WARNINGS:]

this story may contain the following: strong language, blood/gore/violence, alluding to SA, sexual themes, death/ grieving, and more.

Viewer discretion advised

Part 1 | 2 | 3 | 4 | 5 | 6 | 7 | 8 | 9 | 10 | 11 | 12 | 13 | 14 | 15 | 16

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January 1476

WALLACHIA WAS ENSHROUDED IN DARKNESS as snow fell furiously from the heavens, blanketing everything in a sea of white. You huddled around the fire, fur cloak and hood pulled protectively around you, a futile effort in attempt to keep warm. The towering trees above rocked to and frow from the force of the snowstorm, their branches groaning deeply in protest. Your horse neighed quietly a few paces away, its attention solely on the bush it grazed on, its sound drowned by the howling winds. The spirits of the wood shimmered in and out of the focus of your peripheral, their uneasy energies washing over you.

"They are restless," you murmured, a frown etching itself onto your features.

Roya's ears twitched slightly, silver-gold eyes scanning the surrounding wilderness around you. "Yes."

You hummed gently before closing your eyes, ears focusing on the cacophony. The rest of the world fell away as your senses honed in on the crackling fire, the screeching wind, the low creak as the trees settled. But then everything stopped, and you were pulled further away into a dark and unfamiliar place. You were bombarded with images of decimated corpses, by the shrieks and cries of the tormented, by a familiar voice calling for the death of all humanity. When you managed to wretch yourself from the stupor, you felt the tremor of catastrophe reverberate deep into the core of the earth. Your eyes shot open as bile rose from your throat, bracing the forest floor in attempt to anchor yourself. You cursed, willing your breath to center.

"Priestess?" Roya's voice barely registered as you continued to fight for air, your vision swimming.

"It has begun," you heaved, "Dracula's horde brings death to Targoviste."

The familiar's head bowed solemnly at your words. You carefully stood, washing your mouth with water before reaching into the saddlebag and bringing forth a candle and bottle of wine. Silently you crossed to the eastern facing trees of your camp and bent to your knees, paying little mind to the biting cold that seeped through your clothing. In your mother language you began your prayer, cleansing your energy and lighting the candle as offering to the spirits of the earth. You invoked them as you poured the libation of wine at the base of the tree, asking for their protection and guidance. You whispered your gratitude before standing, eyes peering out into the looming darkness beyond.

"What is our set course, High Priestess?"

"Wherever the hordes of death may lead us."

《》

HE HAD GRIEVED IN THE ABYSS that was his solitude borne of betrayal. Time fell away as he existed between dreamless slumber and still meditation, haunted by memories of childhood, his parents, and you. The missing warmth of your radiance was filled by a quiet, icy stillness that consumed him wholly - mind, body, and soul.

He dared to hope you were in a land far away, whose distance from Wallachia and himself would keep you safe. He hoped you would someday understand why he left, that he had no choice. Not when it came between choosing his own happiness over the need to protect you. Time could heal all wounds - all except the finality of death - and he'd surely damn you to a broken heart than the tragic and cruel fate of a needless death.

And so, when the Belmont Hunter and Speaker-Magician woke him on that fateful day, he vowed to never conjure memory of you again. Not until his father and his army of hellspawn were gone from the world, not until the moment he drew his own dying breath.

~

The bright, brilliant light of morning sun shone down from the heavens, illuminating the devastated city of Gresit in holy light. Redstone tiles of broken and collapsed rooftops glinted from the ruble, a stark contrast to the singed and burnt buildings in which they were once supported on. A light powdering of snow dusted the ruined city, mixing to dark grey with the fallen ash. Somewhere in the distance the sound of hammering and disembodied voices carried on the wind, only to be drowned out by the damped sound of the ruined church bells in the town square.

"So," the Speaker-woman's voice called curiously from behind, "how do we proceed? Is it true the castle can travel? I know the stories, but sometimes it is hard to separate myth from truth."

"Tell her about Dracula's castle, Alucard. Her day cannot get anymore ruined."

The dhampir shifted his gaze from the dirt floor to see his new mortal companions approaching the decimated house in which they had been using as shelter. The Speaker-Magician Sypha, and the drunken hunter Trevor Belmont. Two unlikely allies, two humans he vowed to help slay his father. Two humans who painfully reminded him of his sins, despite there being no connection between them.

"It is true," he shifted his eyes to meet hers, "how to describe it? It travels without moving, appearing in different locations as if by...well, as if by magick."

"There has to be some way to trap it." her eyebrows furrowed. "Where should we start?"

"I want to go home." Trevor mumbled, lifting a broken wine bottle from the abandoned chest that once sat in the dining room.

"Have you been drinking again?" Sypha questioned incredulously, crossing further into the ruins of the threshold. "Of course your mind is on alcohol instead of more important matters."

"Some chance, but no. I want to go home, to the old Belmont estate."

"I was under the impression it was destroyed. Villagers, pitchforks, and torches - that sort of thing." Alucard dipped his chin, the movements causing his golden tendrils to cascade down his back.

"It was. But the value of the house wasn't the house itself. It was what was buried beneath it: The Belmont Hold. My family's complete library and trove."

"The collected knowledge and material of generations of Belmonts who fought creatures of the night. That sounds interesting, if it survives." the vampire muttered.

"If there is any knowledge on the possibility and chance of defeating Dracula, they are in the Hold. I cannot read multiple languages or have prowess over magickal artifacts, but you two can. It's a start for a task we are monumentally underprepared for at the moment." Trevor crossed his arms in defense.

"Fortunate indeed, then, that I chose not to kill and eat you, Belmont. You may prove useful after all."

"And that I decided against gutting, flaying, and turning you into shoes, Alucard."

"Such a merry band we are." Sypha mumbled. "I am going to go find us a wagon. Do try not to kill each other while I am gone."

~

For nearly a week, they traveled west towards the Belmont estate. Alucard sat in the front of the wagon beside Sypha, golden eyes silently watching the dark green and white sea of forest pass by, leather reins in his hands. The winter sun shined brightly, the bare branches of the tree canopy above swaying back and forth, allowing glimmers of sunlight to filter through.

"I'm still not completely sure on why you don't catch fire in the daylight." the Speaker-woman glanced sideling at the immortal, a puzzled look flooding her features as she watched the pale rays of light dance across his face.

"I am half human." he responded evenly. "My mother's name was Lisa, and she was mortal."

"I would very much like to hear the story of how that happened." she rose her eyebrow in gentle curiosity, ice blue eyes refocusing on the dirt road before them.

The vampire let out a huff of air, not quite a laugh. "She found the castle and banged on the front door, demanding for my father to let her in and teach her to be a doctor."

"She sounds incredible." Sypha marveled.

"She was remarkable." his heart constricted as an image of his mother conjured in his mind, her grey eyes and warmth brining a sad smile to his lips. "She healed all manner of people in the nearby villages and cities, often traveling to provide them care."

Trevor startled from the back of the wagon; face contorted with disbelief. "Wait, Dracula actually taught a human woman how to be a doctor? What was first, bloodletting?" he chuckled mockingly.

"God, you still think you're funny." Alucard muttered in irritation. "My father is a man of science, a philosopher, a scholar. He knows things our society has forgotten three times over. Do you still not understand the enormity of what we are doing? He's gone mad, and from that there's no recovering him." his mouth slanted into a frown.

"Shame," Trevor drawled sarcastically as he threw himself backward to lean against the back of the wagon once more.

"It's a tragedy. He's a repository of centuries of learning. He could have changed the world. I think he might have, if my mother hadn't died. She'd send him to travel, you know. To see and learn about humans."

"She sent him away?" Sypha's head turned to the immortal beside her, raptly listening to his words.

"She would send him to learn the state of the world, the true nature of humans, how they live. If only the religious inquisition hadn't proved true all his thoughts about humans-"

"And now he uses her death as an excuse to destroy the very world she seemed to love." Trevor interrupted gruffly.

"Oh, the world will still be here, Belmont. Trees will still grow, birds will still sing, animals will still hump away in the undergrowth. But we won't be here. None of us. There will only be Dracula, his war council, and the hordes of the night if we succeed in failure."

《》

IT DID NOT TAKE LONG FOR THE ARMY OF HELLSPAWN to spread to every corner of Wallachia. They slaughtered under the cloak of night, talons and fangs bared to rip apart flesh and bone, just as they had in your visions. You spent your days roaming from town to town, hamlet to hamlet, offering herbal medicine and aid to those in need. The devastation of every massacre weighed heavily on your soul, despite your best efforts to save every innocent life you came across. You continued to travel east, fueled by the waves of refugees fleeing the bloodshed. It wasn't until you reached the outskirts of Arges that you finally arrived before Death.

The winter sun was hidden by a cover of thick grey clouds, its pale light shining dully upon the earth. It was a large city, rivaling that of Bucharest, its pitched-roofed buildings visible from the main road. A temporary blockade was set up just before the main gate, manned by those used to the weight of a blade.

"Halt, rider! State your business!" a voiced from beyond the wooden wall echoed out. You gracefully dismounted from your horse; eyes narrowed in caution.

"I am just a traveler," you took two steps forward before stopping, eyes landing on the archers that readied their arrows, "I am offering aid to the injured, protection when I can to those falling victim to Dracula's horde."

"Reveal yourself."

You frowned in annoyance before lowering your hood, eyes finding the warrior who had been addressing you. The metal of your circlet glinted in the light, the metal appearing to shift as you moved.

"You are alone?" he glared down at you.

"I am not."

Roya revealed themselves then, standing to their full height, their nearly white fur shifted against the snowy landscape. The men reacted as one, their confused and ignorant thoughts nearly as loud as their disbelief.

"You bring a monster here, heathen?!"

"Roya is no monster. The true monsters have yet to come."

"What do you know of Dracula's army? Speak, now!"

You cursed in your mother language. "I have no knowledge of their whereabouts. As I said before, I can offer healing and protection to those in need."

The warrior laughed cruelly. "As if we need protection from a pagan witch! That's what brought death to Gresit, you know. They allowed Speakers - Godless heathens - inside their gates. We will not make that same mistake!"

"You must listen to me I-"

"Leave now, witch. Or die right where you stand!"

Annoyance flooded your being as you eyed each and every man that stood guard. They were all entirely engulfed in terror, and each and every one of them had channeled it into hateful rage. Wordlessly you bent your head before mounting your horse once more. You did not look back at as you slowly rode off, Roya protectively beside you.

"I can feel death draw near, and yet, they refuse my help because I do not practice their narrowminded religion." you spoke bitterly as you prepared your camp for the night, your words swallowed up by the silent forest around you. You did not travel far from the gates of Arges as you felt the spirits of the earth drowning in unrest, the air growing taut. Everything shifted the moment the sun dipped fully behind the horizon, revealing the cloudless night sky and sea of stars. You heard them before you saw them, dark, guttural sounds that made gooseflesh appear on your skin. Within a breath they were upon you, crimson eyes glowing bright. Each one different from the other, a tortured mix of beings and creatures across time and space. They smelt of rot and decay, their teeth dripping with bloody shreds of flesh. With expert hands you unsheathed your blade and conjured your light, illuminating the forest around you in pale lunar splendor.

Roya growled deeply, baring their maw in preparation to strike.

"You must protect the town," you gazed at the familiar, "I will hold them off for as long as I can."

"Priestess-"

"Go, Roya!"

"Be careful, Priestess."

You did not respond as the familiar retreated to the direction of the town. Your eyes made contact with the entire hoard, and in a breath, they descended. You moved as air, channeling your light and wielding your blessed blade with deadly precision. The lesser creatures disintegrated into ash the moment their flesh was ripped apart by your magick, the blood of others quenching the thirst of your sword. When the final body fell you dipped your chin, eyeing the carnage around you. Gore of the fallen stained the formerly pristine snow of the forest while others burned to cinders in the brilliant light of your magick.

A sudden roar sounded from the dark forest as a gargantuan night creature broke through the tree line. It resembled an ancient beast you had read of in your youth, its face disfigured and charred. It stood as tall as ten men, its strength twice as much. It moved with unnatural speed as it bounded towards you. You were taken too off guard, unable to fully dodge the creature who viciously attacked you. The force of the night creature's blow robbed you of your breath as you flew backwards, landing painfully on your side. It's blood-curdling roar echoed out in all directions, the weight of its body causing the ground to shake. With a curse you stood, pain blooming hotly in your torso and hip. You called upon your light, throwing deadly slices in perfect arcs towards its extremities. It did nothing but anger the abomination before you. You dodged the creature's fire breath, eyes scanning its body for any telltale weakness.

You spotted the nearly imperceptible waver of the thinner skin at its neck, right in the middle of its throat. Gathering your breath to center you rushed forward before sliding through the opening of the monster's legs and jumping onto the back of its hulking shoulders. With all your strength you pulled the blade of your sword towards you, slicing open the skin of the creature's thick hide inch by inch. It roared and tried to throw you off its shoulders, but you dug your sword until you finally began to feel the sinew give away. A horrendous cry echoed from the creature, and despite your best efforts, you were thrown from its back. You saw stars at the back of your eyes as you made impact with the ground, the breath in your lungs stolen from you. Quickly you reached for your blade, only for your fingers to ghost over nothing. Your head snapped to where the night creature continued to roar and rear, the ivory of your swords handle shimmering in the pale moonlight, blade still embedded in the flesh.

Just as the hellspawn reared to attack you for the final time, a sharp, quick cracking sound echoed out. The night creature's head severed roughly from its shoulders as your blade was forced to slice through the tissues, blood and gore raining from the wound. It rolled a few paces away before stopping, its ruby eyes dimming as the soul passed on. Its body landed beside you with a heavy thud, its extremities twitching gently before stilling. Immediately you seized your blade and peered up to where the sound originated.

Standing upon the hill were two figures, one dressed in the striking blue robes of a Speaker, the other in a white coat, its embroidered crest indistinguishable in the low light. The owner of the coat held a whip in hand, the silver of its tip dripping in the blood of the night creature.

"Are you still alive down there?" the man called out, winding his weapon back to him.

You shifted, eyes narrowing. "I am."

The man and Speaker-woman slowly made their way towards you, their eyes taking in the strewn corpses. Their faces came into view, the hand on your sword tightening imperceptibly.

"We saw the explosion from the road to Arges right before we were attacked ourselves. Is the town in danger?" the woman eyed you curiously.

"Not anymore." you sheathed your blade, drawing her attention to the protection sigil etched into the scabbard's leather.

"You are a Priestess of Gaianna," her eyes widened in familiarity.

You dipped your chin. "Something of the sort. You know of the goddess?"

"It must be one hell of a 'something' if you can kill an entire pack of night creatures." the man commented gruffly, eyebrows knit in suspicion.

"Belmont!" the woman frowned before turning to you once more. "The whole purpose of Speakers is to know and carry knowledge throughout time and cultures. It is my duty as a Speaker to know such things."

The name echoed somewhere in the deep recesses of your mind. "Belmont? As in the House of Belmont, the family who hunted the creatures of the night?"

"The very same. Trevor is the name." he barely inclined his head in greeting.

"Well then, Trevor Belmont, speak plainly of your meaning."

He regarded you carefully. "It is rare for people to know how to fight and successfully kill night creatures. I would go so far as to say unheard of. And yet here you are, alone, with nearly twenty undead corpses strewn about, five miles from the main gates of Arges."

Before you could respond, a third voice rang out in the silent forest calling for Trevor and Sypha, who you assumed was the name of the Speaker. You saw each other in the same moment, the world roughly halting to a standstill. At first you believed it was nothing but a ghost, a cruel premonition conjured from the darkness. It was only when you heard the strangled sound of your name from his lips did your body react. You took in the shocked molten of his gaze, the breath stolen completely from your being. Reality bent and folded into itself as you were consumed by an onslaught of thoughts and emotions, all voicing their demands.

The only one you could bear to listen to was the whisper that told you to run.

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[lucidsei]

. ☘︎ ݁ ˖ running from toji’s dick !

you were always glued to fushiguro toji regardless of whether he liked it or not — sitting on his lap even when there was an empty space next to him on the couch, joining him in the shower, trailing behind him wherever he went, always having an arm hooked around his — you were clingy, annoyingly so. but he let you stick around anyway, contrary to his complaints.

“mnnnghh toji, no more—please, ‘m gonna break!” you wailed, collapsing under the weight of how brutally he was pounding into you, his tip punching your cervix with every thrust. he had you on all fours, your knees sinking into the mattress as your arms gave out, face buried in the pillows. “aah—too much—fuck—slow downnn!”

“don’t act shy now. clingy little thing is always glued to me and suddenly you don’t want it?” toji mocked, bullying your sore cunt as he slammed into you harder. your nails scrabbled at the sheets, trying to squirm away while your legs trembled from the overwhelming drag of him splitting you open. “stay the fuck still, or i’ll pin you down.” he growled, one hand wrapping around your waist to hold you still while the other is pressing the back of your neck to pin you down.

loud, broken moans spilled past your lips from every thrust, his pace still unrelenting. “ahh—no, i can’t—toji, please!” you begged, pushing yourself up and trying to crawl away. “the hell’s this? always hanging off me, but now you’re runnin’?” he grabbed your hips in an instant, slamming you back onto him, keeping you stuffed full. “listen to you cryin’ for me. you’re not going anywhere.” his tone was cocky, the smirk on his face becoming more obvious as your whines got incoherently louder.

your nails dug into the sheets, velvet walls clenching around him like a vice as your body shook violently, thighs quaking as pleasure surged through your veins. “fuck, toji—aah ohh fuck—‘m gonna cum!” you’re trembling all over, arms giving out as you felt forward, muffled cries of his name and wet squelches echoing throughout the room as you sprayed all over his length and thighs, drenching the sheets below you. “thaaat’s it, so fucking messy f’me.” he groaned, pushing in with a few more punishing thrusts before spilling inside your spasming cunt, thick, hot ropes of cum filling you to the brim.

“what’s wrong?” he asked half-heartedly while spanking your ass, a red mark blooming at where he struck it as your body fell limp beneath him. “ha. can’t even move now, huh? thought you wanted to run.”

© lucidsei

[f4irycafe]

where are the toji stories with plot. QUICKLY ‼️

(been scrolling thru ao3 and tumblr for a minute. i also know how ironic this is to say for me as a smut blog 😔 but I yearn for a good plot to back up the boning )

[drewsephrry]

Love Island Series Masterlist

This season of Love Island is packed with surprises. Friendships will be tested, alliances will shift and complications in the villa will keep everyone on their toes. Relationships will form and passion will run high, but with drama everywhere and twists around every corner, nothing is ever simple. It’s messy, unpredictable and totally addictive. Are you ready for it...?

pairings: rafe cameron x fem!reader

content: fluff, angst, smut

warnings: sexual innuendos, cuss words, 18+ content, smut, drinking, verbal arguments, breakdowns, drama

a guide before reading the love island series

episodes:

episode 1 - welcome to the villa

episode 2 - the bombshell effect

episode 3 - dear stranger

episode 4 - ex marks the spot

episode 5 - tangled hearts

episode 6 - handle with care

episode 7 - sparks fly

episode 8 - kiss it better, baby

episode 9 - imperfect for you

extras:

introductions: rafe edition

introductions: y/n edition

meet the islanders (girls edition)

meet the islanders (boys edition)

meet the islanders (y/n & rafe edition)

meet the islanders (bombshells edition)

meet the islanders (bombshells edition pt 2)

kissing challenge results

other:

how the audience reacts to the characters on the first few days

𖹭 add yourself on the series taglist here 𖹭

(inspo for this series: @finelinevogue @rafecameronssl4t)

© 2025 all rights reserved - drewsephrry. do not modify, repost, plagiarize or claim my work as your own without permission

[f4irycafe]

doing research :))))

[dilfstarr]

Eren x black fem reader

a/n: shoutout to ma girls in school, this is for yall

꩜ warning: crying during, squirting, dom!eren/subbbb!reader 18+

Eren will never say it out loud but he loves when you stress yourself out. Where you’re so stressed that the tiniest inconvenience could bring you to tears because you were so overwhelmed. It gets him hard just thinking about regulating you back to yourself—to bring you back to earth.

With the semester coming to an end, all of your professors overloaded you with mountains of work and that’s enough to drag anyone over the edge. Assignments were due back to back with tests greeting you in the beginning of each of your lectures. You studied late nights and early mornings to make sure you aced your classes to pass. Eren knew it was a matter of time before you begged him for his help, and he waited eagerly.

He was putting the finishing touches on his self portrait for his art class before you burst into the front door in tears. It was the last day of studying before the test that determined your fate, and you just couldn’t focus. You were loosing yourself. His hug only did so much you needed something deeper to snap you to reality.

“Help me please daddy.”

His toothy grin was so hard to hide. “I got you baby.”

“Is this what you needed baby? You needed to be fucked, huh?” He taunts.

He had you on your back—legs to the stars as his dick reached the deepest parts inside of you. Your arms were wrapped around your legs—hands grasping at your ankles. The ceiling rocked up and down as you stared into space.

“Yes.Yes.Yes.Yes!”

You chant with each harsh thrust you received. Your brown eyes cross—looking up at Eren, seeing two of him. His hair rock back and forth with each earth shattering thrust he gave you.

He watched you with glee seeing the stress melt out of your body. Warm tears flowed down your face and pooled in your ears. Your jaw shook the same way it would do if you were cold. He knew that a big one was coming.

“C’mon baby. Let daddy have ittt.” He cooed from above you.

“Ohmygoodddddd!”

Your legs stretched and straightened out on Eren’s shoulders— slightly lifting him. Your juice coated both bodies in spurts—mirroring the contraction of your orgasm.

“Thaat’s my good fuckin’ girl.”

Not once did Eren stop thrusting into you. He wanted you to release all the stress that’s been clouding your mind over the past weeks.

“I-I caaan’t s-stop!”

“I knooow baby, i know. Let it all go daddy’s got you.”

ʚɞ

#menext