tags: fem! reader, breeding, unprotected sex, semi public sex (no one is around), creampie
notes: pls let the tags work :,)
“wha—satoru, why’d you just warp us in the middle of—” you’re cut off by the cold press of the wall against your back as gojo’s lips firmly push against yours, messy and desperate and so damn needy—and if your eyes hadn’t fluttered shut in response to his lips on yours, they might’ve widened in shock.
it’s just a little astonishing, just a tad bit unexpected that the man who’s quite literally the strongest is as riled up as he is. and it’s all for you, the way his hands quiver as they trail down your sides and settle on your hips, the way he kisses so sloppy and doesn’t seem to care it’s a clash of tongue and teeth—it’s all because of you. he squeezes your hips, hard, just to ground himself as his breath turns ragged while his lips all but devour yours.
“it’s fine,” he mumbles, “it’s fine, they’ll be fine—fuck, i’ll be quick i promise baby. it’ll be so, so quick,” he groans, and you can feel the strain of his erection through his pants, poking at you as his hands wander past your waist to your ass, squeezing while his tongue glides over your lips before exploring your mouth. his cock is pulsing, hot against you even as the fabric of your clothes separates you from him.
and as your hands instantly make their way to his hair—like second nature, because really, you could never resist gojo—you have to wonder what could’ve possibly made him so impatiently needy? one second you’re laughing with yuji, ruffling his hair, and the next you’re pressed against a brick wall in the middle of god knows where. and gojo’s big—incredibly so—and he cages you with those broad shoulders of his, towering over you with that annoyingly tall figure, feeling you up and groping your tits with those large hands.
honestly, gojo doesn’t even know where it came from, or why it hit him so suddenly. maybe it’s because you’re so good to yuji, because you guide him so gently with a smile that’s warm. or maybe, it’s because gojo’s still been secretly replaying that image of you waving to that toddler on the streets the other day. perhaps it’s because you’re just so nurturing and so fucking sweet—or maybe…maybe it’s because he thinks he finally has a shot at a perfect little family for once. one to come home to and let a genuine smile take on his face, one that awaits his arrival and wishes him to come back safe, one that’s his and only his.
and maybe, the idea of you cooing at an infant as you bounce them gently isn’t too bad of an image either—that coupled with the idea of your breasts swelling isn’t too bad, he supposes.
“but satoru, we’re in the middle of teaching, w-we can’t—”
“won’t take long,” he promises, voice breathless with borderline begging laced in his tone, and gojo satoru has never begged you before. it makes your head spin, makes your knees buckle and your core ache—even if he’s not even verbally said the words. but then he does, and you just don’t know how you’re supposed to say no. “please, please, please. won’t take long. just need to fuck you, just once…just need to fill you up,” he’s rambling, and there’s not a trace of that usual smugness in his words.
no, this time, all that’s left is a gojo that whines into your mouth, ruts his hips into your fist when you cave and reach and palm his stiff length, reaching past his waistband so your thumb glides through his slit and smears the pre cum around his fat tip. he moans, and it’s so pretty and loud and drawn out—and you just can’t fight the rational part of you any longer.
“j-just once—you gotta be quick, kay toru? can’t take long,” you warn, and it’s all he needs, all that has to be said for him to push his pants down his legs and pull yours down too—and he fumbles. his hands shake and he’s clumsy as he guides his thick length to slide up and down your folds and collect your slick before he pushes past your entrance.
he chokes, lets out a guttural groan that melts into the skin of your neck as his face buries into the crook of it, skin slapping against yours as he thrusts in and out at a sloppy pace.
“‘m gonna be q-quick, so quick. fuck—need you so bad, sweetheart. need to see you round with my baby so bad,” he babbles into your neck, cock hammering into you and making your head spin that you almost miss the words. you whimper as his thumb toys with your clit, let out noises so sweet, he craves their taste on his tongue as his mouth is back on yours, drinking in your high-pitched moans. “you look so pretty, yeah? gonna give my p-pretty girl a pretty little baby,” he grunts.
you clamp down on him at those words, and it hurdles him further into losing all composure, lifting one leg to wrap around his waist so he can sink in deeper, go further, fuck you just that much fuller. he hears you plead, hears your voice break as it begs him to go faster, and then it’s all a blur as he bullies into your weeping pussy as his swollen tip kisses your spot over and over and over again in perfect precision, making you both choke on moans.
“t-toru,” you gasp, “toru, fuck.”
“‘m close, baby. so close, ‘m g-gonna cum. gonna give you all my cum, gonna fill you up. you’ll look so pretty carrying my baby,” he rasps, and as if his own words hit him like a ton of bricks, he shudders as he groans deeper than you’ve ever heard him. “my baby,” he growls, “f-fuck, you’re gonna have my fuckin’ baby.”
“wan’ your baby,” you plead, “wan’ it so bad, toru, please,” you cry, tears prickling at your lash line as his thumb rubs circles into your clit while he ruts into your warm walls desperately. your hips push to meet his thrusts, and gojo watches as your jaw slacks with moans that rip from your pretty little lips with each slam of his hips. “c-close, ‘m gonna cum, toru,” you whimper.
“go ahead, baby,” he encourages, pressing a sweet kiss to your jaw as his hips don’t stutter from their brutal pace, “cum as many times as you need to. gonna carry my baby for me, ‘s the least i can do.”
you cum with a whine at his words, eyes screwing shut as you grasp at his shirt with a clawed grip, and gojo follows not long after. thick, hot spurts of cum paint your walls white, and his hips cant to fuck his load into you as deep as it’ll go, a choked string of curses falling from his swollen lips as you milk him of every drop.
“toru!”
“th-that’s it, angel,” he groans, “shit—squeezin’ me so tight, pretty pussy jus’ can’t wait, huh?”
he rides you both through your highs, lets you slump against his chest as you both pant harshly, cum dripping down your thighs as he pulls out. his stares at the sight, at the mess between your legs, at the mess he made—and then he frowns. it’s downright wasteful to let his cum leak, and his cock is still stiff, still just as hard and aching to fill you to the brim as before, so he sinks back in even as you whine, even as your legs quiver and your eyes widen.
“one more, baby, please. jus’ one more—just to be sure, kay? won’t take long, i promise. one more ‘s all i need,” he slurs, and he doesn’t even give you a chance to fully wrap your arms around his neck before he lifts your legs to latch onto his hips and hoist you up, lips back on yours in another heated kiss.
“jus’ one more, toru,” you agree when you pull away—and how could you not give in when he asked so sweetly? and truth be told, you’re not entirely sure if you’ll be able to say no if he asks one more time after this, or another time after that, or just one more time after that.
but think about it. being in command every day can take such a toll on them. maybe sometimes they want to let go. let someone else be in control. let someone else take care of them for once. and with their pretty body tied up and the mouth that usually barks orders gagged shut, they’re in heaven. no one has to know that they enjoy being such a submissive, whiny brat. no one but you. and you’re more than willing to take the burden off their shoulders for the night, make them do everything you ask of them. breaking down every bratty wall they build up as they start off defying you, only to end up a begging and moaning mess. “who knew you would look so pretty with your mouth finally fucking shut.” your words are harsh and menacing but the way their eyes fluttered closed and their chests rose to take an uneven breath to force down their moan, you knew their body was reacting to every word you spoke. they look so pathetic. so submissive. so beautiful. it would be your dirty little secret.
“My cock is so good you’re going to make a mess” Eren whispers in your ear, your knees close to your cheeks as he hammers inside you, his cock so deep he kisses your cervix with every thrust of his hips.
Your cunt drips as you leap into his lap, your back attached to his hard chest as Eren holds you firmly by the hips filling you with every thrust, “play with your pretty clit” he gasps as he watches his cock disappear between your slick folds.
You quickly circle your nub, moaning his name as the release approaches. You feel it different, wetter and stronger than previous orgasms.
Your body relaxes and you slump on his chest, he smirks and begins to fuck you harder, your fingers are replaced by his that move rougher and faster, “come for me, angel” he says through clenched teeth as his cum begins to drip onto his shaft, “give it all to me, come on”.
You gush hard and his cock is forced out of your slick slit, “that’s it” Eren moans grabbing his cock and beginning to rub the head on your clit hitting it with light strokes to make you squirt some more as your cunt clenches around nothing and you babble nonsensically, “so good you’ve gone dumb” he teases, laying a kiss on top of your head.
Eren is the feeling of sitting on the roof of your old high school. Trying to hide when you see police lights in the distance, knowing they were intended for the two of you. Climbing down the ladder after Eren, his hands wrap around your body to carry you down the last few rungs of the ladder because they were getting closer. Holding hands as you run through the shortcut you each knew well that went through the woods behind the school. Stopping momentarily to kiss deeply, pulling away, panting and laughing.
Eren is sneaking out of your window, knowing damn well your parents would kill you if they knew you had left in the middle of the night but not caring because any punishment was worth just one minute with Eren.
Eren is a bar fight that results in him getting arrested, beating the hell out of some creep that kept touching you. He kisses you as he is put into the back of the police car, a smile across his face and a wink before they slam the car door.
Eren is crying in your arms about how much he loves you. How he’s never felt this way. How he can’t ever lose you. How you were made to love one another.
Eren is asking you to marry him with a candy ring. It seems like a joke. But he means it. God, does he mean it. “I’m a fuck up. I don’t do the right thing. I don’t know what I’m doing. But I know whatever it is, I want to do it with you. I want this forever. Marry me. I mean it. Marry me.”
Eren is dumb decisions. Danger. Tears and fights. Sleepless nights full of skin on skin. Jealousy. Deep, passionate love. Love preserved only for soulmates.
Eren is marriage at a young age.
Eren is a marriage that lasts forever.
Armin is the feeling of stopping off on the side of the road because you saw a field of horses on a long road trip and begged him to stop so you could pet the one horse that was close to the fence by the road.
Armin is a soft whisper of an apology after a fight.
Armin is constant reassurance of, “you’re so beautiful.” “you’re all i want. forever.”
Armin is gushing about you when you’re not around. Talking about everything he loves about you. Comments like “oh yeah, that’s y/n’s favorite-”
Armin is soft prayers at night of “I don’t know if there’s anyone up there. Or if anyone’s listening, but let me have her forever. Please. Don’t ever take her away from me. I’ll do anything.”
Armin is taking pictures of you in a field of pretty flowers in your favorite dress.
Armin is the unbelievable, overwhelming feeling of “I’m going to spend the rest of my life with her.” as he watches you twirl around in the bright sunflowers, your beauty outshining it all.
Armin is gentle love. Constant Public Displays of Affection. Quick, sweet pecks against your forehead. Kisses littered across your face accompanied by a plethora of “I love you’s!”
Levi is the feeling of late night drinks on a rooftop bar in the city. The city skyline is twinkling just as the stars above, one arm wrapped around your waist and holding the railing as you look out past the buildings, head rested on the shoulder of the man you loved the most.
Levi is not having to pump gas yourself since you first started this relationship. Whether you were driving or not, it didn’t matter. He was far too insistent and you gave up arguing with the gesture.
Levi is low hums as he folds the laundry, bringing the freshly washed and still warm blanket to you in the other room where you were doing work, wrapping it around your shoulders before placing a soft kiss to the top of your head.
Levi is deep, passionate kisses while doing the most random of tasks, leaving you breathless before he walks away as if it was just an innocent act.
Levi is picking you up from your spot on the couch and carrying you to bed after falling asleep halfway through a movie you promised you wouldn’t fall asleep during because, “Baby, I’m not even that tired. I promise.”
Levi is a hand on your thigh every time you’re in the car. Even if you’re in the middle of an argument. Even when you tell him to fuck off.
Levi is an arm instinctively thrown out across your chest to push you back against the seat when “some fucking moron” pulls out in front of him, causing him to slam on the brakes.
Levi is feeling secure every second of being with him.
Levi is knowing you have someone who would not hesitate to kill and die for you.
Levi is tears slowly forming and spilling over to streak his face as he looks up to see you walking towards him at the end of the aisle as he stands at the altar. Walking towards the rest of your life.
Jean is the feeling of hugs from behind and a cheesy greeting of hands over your eyes and a “Guess who!”
Jean is texts of “Have you eaten?” “Do you need anything?” “i’m proud of you.”
Jean is unexpected small gifts because “I saw this at the store and it reminded me of you.”
Jean is flowers on a random Tuesday because “it’s been two weeks since I got you flowers, I’m slacking.”
Jean is dancing in the rain.
Jean is being parked on a cliff above the city just like in the movies, sitting on the hood of the car as you listen to whatever new indie artist he liked.
Jean is the first time “i love you” is uttered as you share two ear buds, holding hands as you lay upon the same car hood, staring up at the sky. His eyes filling with tears as he turned his face to the side, watching you as you close your eyes, gradually letting the music invade all of your thoughts before he spoke up, ripping you from your trance. “I’m so in love with you.”
Jean is going out with friends and never once making you feel bad when you ask to go home a bit earlier than expected, an immediate “Okay, baby. Let’s head out.”
Jean is wanting to grow together, experiencing every milestone together.
Jean is applying to the same schools as you after graduating. Opening your letters at the same time, both of you accepted, jumping up and down with the biggest of smiles, kissing as he congratulates you, “We’re going to take on the world together, baby. This is the start of forever.”
Jean is crossing the stage with you as you now graduate college together. Ready to walk through life hand in hand. Just like he promised four years ago; forever.
Connie is the feeling of a late night swim in the ocean. Waves freezing and beating against your torsos. Splashing water and squealing each time you felt the cold drops come your way.
Connie is body shaking laughter, tears streaming down your face, hardly a sound coming from your throat. Adding onto each other’s scenarios to make it funnier and funnier.
Connie is 3am drives to grab food at a drive thru before coming home and watching food competition shows where he swears he “could cook better than those amateurs. How do you forget the fondant?!! Idiots!”
Connie is inviting everyone you know over the second you buy your new home together, a huge family dinner, looking around at all of the people you now consider family. Thinking, if you could freeze any moment and live it over again for the rest of your life, it would be this. It would be Sasha and Mikasa helping you set the table. Eren and Jean teasing Connie about “You let her talk you into a rock that big? Damn, Connie, you’re down bad.” as Sasha and Mikasa told them to shut up, that your new engagement ring was worth more than their entire existence.
Connie is never a dull moment. Connie is spontaneity. Connie is new adventures the second you say “I wanna go here”.
happy 22nd to your fave capricorn. feeling generous and missing all of you guys. so i might just self indulge with some writing as a happy birthday to myself that mutually benefits everyone else, too. 😔😮💨
okay. kind of complex. and v dark. but hear me out. lawyer!levi and reader whose parents are murdered in a home invasion and the police are convinced she committed the crime. lawyer!levi takes her case pro bono…
NASAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA<3 how have u been bb!!! so happy to see u on the dash 🥺❤
CHERRY, MY BELOVED!!
you’re the cutest. i’ve been okay! been extremely busy, obviously. but i missed being here and allowing myself to indulge in the community and write. :( i’m still so busy but i have a break this week!! i really hope you’re doing well. 🤍❤️
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