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Must you stand so close to me? 

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AHHHHHHOSGSKAHA IM MOVING ACCOUNTSISGDJSHA @/UsagiiBoo

If you guys wanna follow me or whateva, feel free to do so💕💞💞

Thank you so much for all the support on this account, I made so many fond memories here, but it has come to a point where I feel disgusted looking at this account and I want to start over. I will be much more active both writing-wise and socializing-wise on UsagiiBoo. If this account is used, it will mostly be for signing up for collabs, reposting stories, or just random things.

And I forgot to mention, thank you all for 1,500. It was a massive milestone and something I never thought I reach. Thank you again, ciao ciao 💕💕

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Golden Ecstasy

┌─── “ ♤ „Syp; As Bonten’s scuba diver, you have to dive into the depths of the water at the command of Mikey. This time is no different, or so you expect.

╰➸・ wc 5489

 ・✿・ This work contains: Afab!fem!reader, Octopus!Hanma, monster fucking, tentacles, ooze/slime,  triple penetration, face fucking, no actual dick just tentacles, non-con/dub-con, creampie, dark content, scuba diver!reader, cheating (not really), condescending praise, manipulation, blackmail, degradation, delusions. 

┌─── “ ♤ Author’s note: An entry for @iwaasfairy​ “Persephone” Collab. Edited: I didn’t realized I used the wrong syp for this story. Damn.

୨ ✦ ୧  Dingy yellow lights that occasionally flicker illuminated the dismal room. Columns of shelves stand side by side filled with diving gear and spare clothes for after the dive. One long wooden planked bench sat in the middle, puddles of water resting right under it and droplets that lead to the bench.

In the middle of taking the scuba fins from around your feet your foot freezes halfway in the air with your hands in the middle of pulling it off. Kakucho’s voice is to blame. Echoes of his voice bounce throughout the empty diver’s area. “Boss wants you in the water.”

Your face deadpans as you set your foot back on the ground, your foot still having the fin attached. A sigh leaves your mouth, head hanging low with a soft shake to it. You can’t complain, you signed up for this. The boss isn’t one to give his employees a break, especially when he doesn’t take one himself. All this overtime better show up on your paycheck.

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Tiger can’t change his stripes

┌─── “ ♤ „Syp; Divorces are never easy, but it’s easier when you have a reason to. 

╰➸・ wc 2257

・✿・ This work contains: Afab!fem!reader suggestive speech, references to child abuse, angst, pregnant reader.

┌─── “ ♤ My little love - Adele 

・✿・ Author’s note: An entry for @midnightwonderland-writer ​ “50 ways to say goodbye Collab” 

୨ ✦ ୧ You were the woman who had everything – according to outsiders who peer into your life through a rose-colored glass. That same glass that stained any problem in your life with a slash of vibrant pinks.

“It can’t be that bad! After all, you have everything!”

The glass allowed them to paint their narrative of your life. To them, you were the epitome of success for housewives. Your husband is successful, kind, caring, and generous. Sure, appearance – he’s a little on the rough side, but that’s one of his charms. No one would assume such a gentleman hides behind his scary façade, even when his eyes are as cold as the winter night, or his words cut deeper than any blade ever could. He’s gentle, he shows it in the way he grabs you with such caution, how he holds you. But no one could ever let this gentleness mistake then – he can still hurt anyone he pleases and with ease. Not as if anyone could mistake it, it’s obvious that his tender side is only for a select few. You, his darling wife. His siblings, and his soon-to-be son.

That’s right, you’re pregnant and on the first try too. You have it all, don’t you, Mrs. Shiba?

You want to say yes, you want to agree with the women who leave petty comments out of jealousy. Just to spite them, you want to flaunt your relationship, your husband as if it is nothing less of a wonderland for you, but that would be a lie. At a time, not too long ago, it was. Not anymore, because you can no longer look at him the same, not as you once did. You’ve tried to, you tried to bring back the sparkle in your eyes when he come home from work. You tried to make your voice higher with excited squeals when he lifts you, like before. You even tried to love him, but it didn’t feel right, it’s not right. Being with Taiju, it… It isn’t right anymore. Not after what you learned.

You held onto Hakkai’s forearm as he guided you to the couch, hand against your back keeping you stable.

“You know… This is the same couch where we made little one here.” You giggled as you nodded towards the furniture. Sounds of gags and “gross” left the siblings mouth, only giving you another reason to giggle.

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AHHHHHHOSGSKAHA IM MOVING ACCOUNTSISGDJSHA @/UsagiiBoo

If you guys wanna follow me or whateva, feel free to do so💕💞💞

Thank you so much for all the support on this account, I made so many fond memories here, but it has come to a point where I feel disgusted looking at this account and I want to start over. I will be much more active both writing-wise and socializing-wise on UsagiiBoo. If this account is used, it will mostly be for signing up for collabs, reposting stories, or just random things.

And I forgot to mention, thank you all for 1,500. It was a massive milestone and something I never thought I reach. Thank you again, ciao ciao 💕💕

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50 ways to say goodbye Collab

Relationships can be messy. We love the highs, we trudge through the lows. Sometimes they just don't work out though. So what happens when a relationship just isn't working anymore?

We say goodbye!

Whether it's ex partners/spouses, that one person we were talking to for so long but it never went anywhere, or the person you just never had any interest in coming to confess to you. Maybe you have that stalky ex trying to worm their way back into your life even though you've moved on with someone else? The theme of this collab is SAYING GOODBYE!

˗ˏˋThis collab is in celebration of reaching 50 followers

♡ Rules:

Must be 18+ to participate as this event will contain NSFW content!

As this is a follower collab, you must be following me to participate! (You can be following beforehand or after you find this post, you just have to be following me.)

Allowed content: drabbles, one shots, hc

Writing minimum: 500 words

Only one entry per person! This is supposed to be fun, so please don't overwhelm yourself :)

Maximum two entries per character!

All characters must be aged up! (18+)

Make sure your content is tagged appropriately with proper warnings listed.

♡ Relationship Scenario:

Breaking up with your partner

Divorcing your spouse

Someone you were "just talking" to who never went anywhere

Being confessed to and rejecting them

Confessing to them and getting rejected

Being approached by your ex after you've moved on (Reader can be single when they've moved on or in a relationship when they've moved on) **The character you choose does not have to be the ex. They can be the person you move on with**

♡ Available Fandoms:

My Hero Academia, Tokyo Revengers, JJK, Genshin Impact, Haikyuu, AOT

♡ How to join:

Send me an ask (off anon) with the fandom+character+relationship scenario+SFW/NSFW

♡ Important:

Due Date: August 13

When you submit your entry, make sure you tag me! (@/cherrywrites-fanfics)

Use the hashtag #50wayssaygoodbye

Both of the above will ensure a reblog!

Please reblog the event once you're added to it :)

Last day to join is April 29th!

♡ BNHA: → Izuku Midoriya - @izukussmash | SFW ↳ Breaking up with your partner | Simply Midoriya

♡ Tokyo Revengers: → Ran Haitani - @kisakiapologist | NSFW ↳ Love Confession

→ Taiju Shiba - @mizumellon | SFW ↳ Divorcing your spouse

→ Wakasa Imaushi - @saltyvanilla | NSFW ↳ Approached by your ex, but you've already moved on

♡ JJK: → Inumaki Toge - @portfolio-of-dreams | SFW ↳

→ Satoru Gojo - @haikyutiehoe | SFW ↳

♡ Genshin Impact:

♡ Haikyuu: → Keiji Akaashi - @tyga-lily | SFW ↳ Moving on/getting married to someone else

→ Kiyoomi Sakusa - @midnightwonderland-writer (me) | SFW ↳ "Just Talking"/Moving on with someone else → Rintaro Suna/Suguru Daishou - @sugusshi | NSFW ↳ Rejected confession & Moving on with someone new

→ Tetsuro Kuroo - @yugioh13 | SFW ↳ Running into your ex & moving on with someone else

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Hm— leave this Tumblr and make a new account or keep this one and start a new series.... Hm.

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...i would like to talk about sugar daddy characters

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Sugar daddy!Geto couldn't care less what you buy or how much you spend, all he cares about is how you're going to pay him back. Whether it be getting down on your knees and kissing up his thigh all the way to his cock, wearing that pretty Gucci red lipstick that his money bought before swallowing it down your pretty tight throat. "That's it— you're a natural at this now."

Or, cock warming him during his meeting with some other important CEOs, you were too busy focusing on the way he pulsated inside you to remember their names. This is more of a punishment, but Geto loves it nonetheless. Especially when he gets to slap your thigh when he feels you moving. "Move again and you won't get shit else from me— understand?"

And sometimes, every once in a blue moon— he wants you to be used by his best friend, Gojo. Wearing your newest lingerie that is nothing more than strings attached to your body. Stroking himself while Gojo slams his cock into you, head on the edge of the bed with your legs pushed close to your chest. He makes sure to focus on all your pretty faces— the prettiest one is how surprised you look when he finally stands up to decorate your face with his cum. "You look so pretty when you're getting fucked, couldn't help myself."

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rb to tell ur mutuals ur fond of them

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Go ahead and be my mutual, don't be a pussy💕💕

[moved2usagiiboo]

...... Homie? 🤨

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Red Light|| T. Fushiguro

❀Sypnosis. A late day at work— your shady bar that goes by the name "Red Light" leads to a meeting with a regular patron that you haven't seen much of on your shifts. 45 minutes until closing and he wishes to play a game of pool— Nothing suspicious, right?

❀ Wc. 4.5k

❀Warnings. Age gap (not mentioned, but is still present), alcohol, perverted stares, degrading, Fem!afab!reader, praise, dubcon(?), Voyeurism (?), Public sex, Toji Fushiguro.

❀A/n. Once again, different format 😩 Trying something different, leave me alone 🖕 anywaysss, Toji and his massive tits bruh

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Low red lights hang from the brown ceiling, lightbulb perfectly protected in the curved stainless steel pendent. Long chained hoop allows the ceiling light to sway in the air. Soft sways from left to right, the moving lights could make sensitive eyes feel dizzy. Like the soft sways of the light, a dandelion in the breeze your hips moved in a similar manner.

Gripping on the pool stick holding the long tool still as you spin the white chalk around the tip. Your face blank as you complete the mundane act that repeats throughout the night in the shady establishment you work in. Your blank expressed stayed even when the door chimed— a quick glance at the clock. Forty minutes until close time, an exhale of air leaves your mouth in exhaust. You hoped to leave home early, suppose not. You hoped that it wasn’t some overly loud drunkard who came here to drink themselves to death, not again.

Circling around to the front of the pool table, you take a small bow to the pair of feet that step through the chiming door. Large feet that walked quietly against the creaking ground, large black band across his foot ensuring its containment in the sandal. “Welcome to Red Light.”

The owner to the shoes voices echo through the empty establishment with his deep chuckle. Your head rises almost immediately eyes gazing upon the familiar patron— Toji.

“Ah, it’s you, mister.” Newcomer or familiar patron, proper greetings are a must even in such a low run bar such as Red Light.

“I told you to stop calling me mister.” He sighs, large hand covered in scars scratching the closest side of his head. You don’t consider yourself a pervert, you can’t help your gaze trailing to his bicep facilely flexing in his pose.

“Are you going to keep staring?” Your eyes quickly found interested in the ground after being caught. Embarrassment swirls in your stomach. You must’ve been staring for too long.

“I’m sorry.” A meek voice dissimilarly to your overbearing gaze.

“A little pervert, aren’t you?” His scoff is jokingly, but it only fuels the embarrassment more. Turning into a monster that consumes the once stable feeling in your stomach.

His head nods softly towards the pool table you stood in front of— “Enough time to play?”

As much as you wish to say no, the dream of laying in your bed with your blankets wrapped around your body is starting to seem just as that— a dream.

“One round, yes.” You confirm, handing him the stick that was in your hand. Perfectly chalked for him and ready to go.

“Ever play before?” His hand is so much larger than yours, hand resting above your own as you both held the stick until you let go.

“It would be strange if I didn’t. Every Saturday with the old man, that’s when I play.” Grabbing a stick from another nearly organized stomach, thanks to you. Spinning the tip inside the carved chalk, you prepared to go against the man.

“Customer first.” Courtesy presented to him was returned unto you.

“Ladies first.” His smirk was devilish and dashing, a dangerous combination.

“Thank you, mister.” He lifted the rack from around the perfectly formatted balls. One thing about you, despite your soft voice and appearance you can easily switch, especially in face of competition.

Perfect formation as you leaned over the table, stick held with a firm grip and the width of the stick pinched between your index and thumb. A small hole just big enough for the stick to thrust in and out without interference of your skin.

Prodding the stick in and out the hole, properly lining it against the white ball. You glanced up at Toji who rested One end of his stick on the ground while leaning his head against it with his arm holding it upright. One deep breath in and out before the tip of the stick met contact with the white ball. Ripple effect— the impact of the white ball against the tip of the triangle had the rest dispersing across the table. Two balls making their way into holes in either side of each other.

“Stripes or solids?” Condescending smirk. He knows either way that’s one less ball for him.

“Solids.”

“Hm, you seemed more like a stripes type of girl. Guess I was wrong.” He circles around towards you, one hand against your waist as he gently guides you to the side.

“What does that mean?” You tilted your head in confusion. He didn’t waste any time lining up his stick of strategizing, a swift plunge of the stick against the white ball— it seemed as if he knew what he was doing, but he just got yours in.

A stifled giggle at his failed attempt. “Maybe you should’ve been solids.” He isn’t fazed by him hitting your ball in by the slightest.

The game continued and time quickly passed, bodies leaned over the table as you both found your targets. Toji’s energy made it seem as if he was some form of professional, yet he’s barely got any balls in. Either scratching or getting yours in. You couldn’t figure out his end goal, but you can’t lie. The more the game drags on due to his lack of pool skills, the more you feel yourself loosen up. Starting to enjoy playful banter and insults that hold no levity, allowing yourself to not be grasps by the professionalism that makes you an excellent employee. You’re having fun, you even stopped looking at the clock.

The sight ball had your name written across it in bold letters, your success was so close you could taste it.

“Don’t fuck it up.”

“I won’t.” You analyzed the balls with your thumb and index gripping your chin.

“That’s a terrible place to shoot from.” He wasn’t wrong, fuck. You scoffed, circling around the table to find the perfect position.

“This is your only shot, you might wanna think this through.” You knew what he was doing, and it still pissed you off.

“Thank you for staying the obvious, mister.” He faked being wounded by your scornful “mister”.

“Just tryin’ help.” His innocent smile is nothing of the sorts.

“Worry about your five balls instead of my one.”

“Me and my five balls are fine, but if you fuck this one up—” Your glare shut him up but not without a playful curl to his lips. “Fine, fine.”

Leaning over the table as you’ve done over and over, your ass up and pushing back as you situated yourself. He didn’t spare a glance nor wipe the smirk on his face. Just as you thrusted the stick, right in that moment he had to open his big mouth.

“Terrible form.” Stumbling over the powerful thrust not being stable you hit the bottom of the white ball, shooting it off the table. Bouncing on the ground with loud clacks it rolled over to an empty chair.

“Would you look at that? You sent it flying~” Grinding your teeth in annoyance, you had that damn ball.

“Jackass…” You didn’t bother to mutter under your breath. Normally, you wouldn’t insult customers… In their presence at least, but he deserved it. You quickly swiped the ball from the ground and made your way back to the grinning man.

“Your shot.” Your annoyance was radiating off you as he laid his hand flat out for you to place the ball in his possession.

“Thank you~” He didn’t scan the table, didn’t circle to find the perfect spot, nothing. Right where he stood, he took his stance. In a moment, just a moment you looked away from the table. Just enough time for a blink or two, you swear it wasn’t long. All you heard was the clacking of the balls and them going into holes of their choice. All five, at once.

“W-What!?” You shouted in shock. “That’s not possible, you–“ You grumbled through a pause, “You cheated!”

“Do you have any proof of that?” His flippant tone causes heat to rush to your face, stomping towards him with furrowed brows.

“Then how did you do that?” Oh – that’s a new one. Your professional tone has been abandoned completely.

“A magician never reveals his tricks.” Your chest pressed against him as you glared into his playful eyes, it’s a pointless battle. Turning away from him your face was hot for a different reason now. You kept your back towards him until you heard presumably the eight ball makes it’s way into a hole.

“Would you look at that?” His eyebrow raises tauntingly; “I win.”

You huffed at his announcement, tossing the stick onto the table. You’ve always been a sore loser. Walking behind him and pushing through the unlocked gate to behind the bar.

“What? Can’t handle a loss?” You ignored his taunts

“Beer, mister?” Already ready to grab his usual order as he sits in the torn bar stool—not without an ear scratching drag to fit his body between the counter and stool. The miniature refrigerator that sat on the floor behind the counter but right in front of Toji, legs still as your torso bends down to open the fridge. A perfect view of your ass tightly trapped in the black pencil skirt.

“We’ve just played for so long; we should be passed the “mister”.” Unto your knowledge, he didn’t divert his gaze. Eyes peering into your behind without shame.

“Hasty, aren’t you?” Referring to how quick you were to grab his drink before he answered. “Whiskey, Suntory.”

“Ah.” You turned to face him with your mouth slightly agape. Finger pressed to your separated bottom lip as you leaned to one side. You nod before turning your back towards him once more, head looking upwards contrast from before. Eyes scanning the upper shelf for a glass.

Toji waited for you with quiet patience, as silent as the gentle breeze in the spring. He’s mastered the ability to hide his presence, even though you know he's there you tend to forget.

“I’m sorry…—Could you help me?” Pleading eyes, the only change in your eyes tonight. A raised eyebrow from him invokes a pointing finger to the glass on the shelf. Too high up for you, even standing in your tippy toes wouldn’t suffice.

His sigh didn’t seem to be one of annoyance, still guilt struck your stomach. “Sorry… Again.” You whisper softly as he stood in front of you. Large build intimidating to your smaller one, arms ten times bigger than your own. You’re glad he isn’t a bad guy, but you knew that from the long game the two of you just played. That thought alone had a smile across your face towards the gentle giant.

“Apologetic one, aren’t you?” The smile turned into a face of confusion as he walks closer to you, automatically backing up in response. Your back softly hits the wall, his body pressed against yours as he stares down at you and you up at him. You weren’t afraid as much as confused— but that doesn’t explain the kick in the pace of your heartbeat.

His features— long scar that runs down the corner of his lips, sharp resting eyes with intense gaze, his pointy nose matches his features perfectly. Along with the short hair with bangs that fell against his eyes.

Thick neck stretched upwards as he looked at the shelf, his gaze adverted but yours never did. Gaze centered on the veins that stuck from his neck in proud prominence.

“This one?” He holds the glass for you to see— a glass that looks as if it’s spinning even when its still, indented spirals turning counterclockwise. Waves on the rim as a still body of water.

Your tongue rested on the roof of your mouth with a hard swallow, words seem to be hard to speak despite a perfectly formed sentence ready to be said. A nod was all that you could muster, then a bow of gratitude.

Flirtatious expression as he gazed down at you— you’re so close. The ability to breath once an innate ability became a struggle, as if you had to teach yourself how to do it once more.

“You okay, hm?”

“Fine.” Your fast reply was amusing to him – just as quickly as you slipped from the side of him to remove yourself from being trapped.

“Thank you.” You continued off feeling as if you were too rude with your response. Taking the glass from his hand you whipped the white towel hanging from your waist you hold the cup still in the palm of your free hand, meticulously wiping the outside the of the cup, two fingers covered in cloth to clean the inside and rim before the long awaited ‘clink’ as the glass contacted the counter.

Your breath hitched with Toji’s shadow looming over your body, his hands on either side of the counter caging you in. Deep breath held deep within your stuck out chest, you’ve became completely aware of him. The heat that radiates on your back, the rustling sound of his pants as he leaned down. Deep exhales from his nose that brushed against your neck sent electrifying shivers down your spine, the type that make you want to shake it off.

The switch in the mood, heaviness in the air around you, the dim red light that stopped swaying long ago. It happened all too quickly for you, but to Toji, it was a build up. Something bounds to happen, he made sure of it.

“You’re quiet.” Deep voice with enough roughness it flows out smoothly from his mouth.

“I’m just trying to prepare your drink…” Soft muttered that wouldn’t be heard if he wasn’t so close to you. His hands slide against either side of the counter, broad shoulders stretching out in the process. His head is even closer to you now, almost resting against your shoulder. His hair leans to the right as his head does such. It’s painful, the anticipation of his lips against your skin. You’re waiting for it to happen; your stomach is eating away at itself for it to happen.

Legs shifting, rubbing against each other doesn’t make your stance anymore comfortable.

Swift, just as his sudden victory. His large hand grips against your side turning you around to him. Now, face to face with the man. He looks so much scarier without the smirk across his lips. Focused eyes and still features against your body.

Your eyes find comfortability looking elsewhere instead of focusing on erection that showed through his tight pants. Eyes fidgeting from item to item, trying to ignore the obvious and eye-catching thing in front of them.

“Only asking once— Are you okay with this?” Hands traveling down your waist feeling the curves of your body and the sides of your ass. Same hands that pull his body closer to you as they grasp either cheek through the tight material.

Your soft nod was enough affirmation for him— Pressure against your ass when his fingers pushed themselves feel into your skirt, easily tearing it as if it was nothing. The skirt that once hugged your curves was now loose against your body. The long-stretched sound of tearing, he didn’t stop until it was a long sheet of fabric only contracted by the zipper. Throwing it elsewhere. The large white shirt that was neatly tucked into your skirt is now expanded to its full width, wrinkles prominent where the shirt was tucked.

His gaze stayed laser focus until your eyes met his. His smirk returned and for a moment you felt, comforted “Open your mouth.” His blunt words commanded you, and you did. Your mouth agape, but barely. A soft spread to your lips— it annoyed him. His hand roughly grips your chin, lifting your face up at him.

“I—” Your ability to speak it ruined by the pressure against your cheeks from his fingers. Your protest doesn’t matter as he does what he pleases, spit falling from his mouth to yours before his lips crashed into yours. His tongue quickly gaining dominance over yours, it wasn’t much of a fight. As of his tongue belonged there, it was his domain. Spreading his spit around your mouth, tongue going deeper into the kiss. Your hands couldn’t help but brace themselves unto his wide shoulders.

The kiss seemed to last for eternity, he didn’t seem like the type to like foreplay much— it seemed you were halfway correct. His knee nestled between your now spread legs, hardness of his knee pressed firm on your clothed clit. Wetness damping your panties, a small spot soon grows wider as you grind yourself on him.

Heavy breathes from you alone when he finally pulled away, nothing more than a light tint of red of his cheeks.

“That’s how you open your mouth.” He teases as his thumb drags across the bottom of your lip. Lips spread further apart now, much more to his liking.

“Mister…” You mumble as he lifted your shirt, two long fingers in the fabric as he places it in your mouth. Holding it there, waiting for the time where you begin to understand what he wants, and your mouth closes around it.

“Fucking a customer behind the bar counter? How unprofessional.” He hushed as he moved his knee, fingers lightly gripping onto the long string that kept your panties on your waist, pulling outwards and letting it snap back upon your skin with a slap. You hissed in pain, not sparing a glare— not as if he cared about that. Slipping your panties down to your thighs, the tightness of the strings prevented them from falling. His tongue darts across his dry lips, they glisten with wetness. Middle finger holding the hood of your nub in its tight hold and his thumb wide on your clit, a soft press against the tip. Wide circles spun on the nerves, languorous with its movements but the pleasure presented is undeniable. Muffled whines as you brace yourself against his large arms, weaken legs being held on by hands gripping against his skin.

Fiery is his touch, wet kisses against your neck as the circles grow harsher. A firm press, almost flattening your clit against his thumb. Your pussy contracts, squeezing against itself with the hope of something coming to satisfy its feminine urges.

“All wet, just for ‘mister’.” Your back arches when a jolt strikes. A harsh slap against your clit prickles your sensitive skin with an open mouth cry- “Tsk, keep it in your mouth.” He’s swift in placing the shirt back into your jaws. Baggy pants hanging down his knees, his boxers outlining his bulge. Admiring the sight, you bite down at on your shirt – it’s larger than you expected. Not that you had any expectations, but, shit.

Your hand raises from his arm to feel him up, but he doesn’t allow it. Grabbing your wrist with a strong grip he roughly places it behind you. Your brace now became the counter. His released cock slaps against his stomach, pulsating with want and desire. A small spill of anticipation drips down the length of his cock, adding a sheen to the long veins that traveled up. His chuckle set your heart – cunt, ablaze. He knew his size and seemingly knows how to use it. Pleading eyes remind him of a puppy, your shaky arms may not be enough to hold your body stable.

“Slutty fuckin’ pussy.” His vulgar words are even more of a turn on for both you and him. His cock slaps against your clit, three loud plaps. The grip he has on himself causes him to groan in pleasure – tip of his length dragging between your lips. Your slick coating him perfectly. Finally – he presses against your slit. A soft but muffled gasp leaves your mouth as he teasingly prods against it. Hips jerking up allowing his cock to push past your tight cunt – the painful mewl doesn’t stop him from allowing himself to go deeper. Involuntarily you find yourself standing on your tippy toes with strain on your features. Eyes focused on yours as his hands slap and grip on the glops of your ass pulling himself in allowing his cock to go even deeper.

He fills your hole completely, not perfectly, his wide cock stretching your hole to his liking as he buries himself deep against your cervix. Squeezing the fat of your ass he keeps you steady as he slowly pulls himself out of you, a wet plop as his tip leaves your cunt and you’re whining for him to be back in.

“Greedy too.” Referring to your cunt. His hips move to align himself again, slamming his hips into yours without warning. Your eyes shoot open as his cock pierced your cervix; breaks weren’t allowed. His cock continued to thrust in and out of you, gummy walls nuzzling his cock as he fucked into your pussy. Feeling his tip almost leaving your cunt every time would cause your walls to squeeze him tightly – not wanting him to leave, and he didn’t plan to. He showed that as his hips repeatedly slammed against your thighs, pelvic slapping against your clit. Drool seeped through the fabric; a dark wet spot soaked with your spit. You tried your hardest to keep the shirt in your mouth, but with the way his cock was ramming into you, you couldn’t help but drop it. Your tummy grew into a tighter knot by the second, his cock bringing you closer and closer to your orgasm.

“Mister–“ Your whiny moan of his name has his cock throbbing, precum already making a mess inside your cunt. Fixated eyes on his own, you don’t even know how stupidly cute you look. Furrowed brows with your mouth agape moaning out in pleasure. He couldn’t help it, taking your lips with his own and swallowing those sweet moans through a passionate kiss. His lips were so rough against yours, his tongue aggressive compared to yours. You tried to keep up, but you couldn’t. With the pace that his cock was fucking into you, it was damn near impossible to respond to anything but that. You could feel your lids fluttering with the approaching of your orgasm.

Damn - intrusive thoughts happen even in situations like this, even when you couldn’t focus on anything else – did you lock the door? Realization hits hard as you glance towards the door and anxiety started to swarm.

“W-Wait, mister – “ Your broken speech hasn’t hit his ears with any importance. Shaky hands as you try to push him away.

“Don’t push me away.” Anger in his voice as your weak hands rested against his chest, his thrusts stop abruptly due to this annoyance.

“T-The door, need to lock it–!” Weak in the legs as you turn yourself around, ass now facing him as you try use the counter as crutches to walk away. Try – his hands slap against your waist, pushing his cock in between the slot of your ass.

“It’ll just take a secon– !” His squeeze on your waist knocked the air out of your system.

“Don’t try and run away when I’m fucking you.” Tight grip on the base of his cock trying to recreate the squeeze your pussy had on him, its not the same as yours. Sloppily lining himself up with your gaping hole he thrusts himself back inside.

“Mister!” You mewled out. This position, doggy, his cock hits your cervix even easier. His balls slapping against your clit with fast thrusts. Even faster than before.

“Shut up – fuck.” He groans out a command with a slap of your ass, your cry was nothing more than more motivation.

Your arm stretched out towards the unlocked door, sign clearly reading ‘open’. You cry out moans as he continues to fuck into you. Trying to push him away was futile, his large frame was too heavy. Even without the shaking hands. That doesn’t mean it’s not annoying to him. One hand grabbing your wrist tighter than earlier, arm being pulled behind you. Soon both your arms were being used as handlebars for him to fuck into you even deeper. His body leaning back as he skillfully timed slamming your ass onto him as he thrusted into you. All you could do was cry, drool leaving your mouth in long strings against the cold counter. Eyes focusing on the unlocked door you whined in fear that soon turned into arousal.

Being fucked like this, behind inside your workplace – it felt dirty and exhilarating. The thought of someone being able to walk in and see you getting fucked by some regular, it should be repulsing, disgusting even, but your pussy drips at the thought of it. Breathless as he pulls away, a loud groan as you squeeze him particularly hard.

“Focus on me.” He demanded through his deep groan. Your eyes shut tight; you could feel your sense leaving your body at an alarming rate. His tip slamming against your cervix was the only thing you could focus on, the only thing you wanted to.

“Stop fuckin’ squeezing me so tight, let me in.” Your hair now intertwined with his fingers as he pulls your head back and to the side, he can see your blushed out faced from this angle. Lips hovering over yours, his erratic breath against your lips; “Let me fuck you properly, just like the slut you are.” The softness of his tone and the closeness of his lips, you loosened up, not as if you could control it.

“Good girl.” His lips stole yours once again, thrusts still hitting hard against your g-spot, but the pace has slowed down, gradually bringing you to your orgasm. Broken moans and gasps as your voice rose higher and higher as his groans grew deeper.

“M’gonna, Mister – Please!” You don’t know why you’re pleading for him, but you are, long drawn out begs of “please’s” is all he hears. You’re long gone, only thinking about the powerful wave that’s about to overcome your body. Legs shaking at the feeling, tongue lulling out as you come closer. He was close too; his bangs tickled your neck as he groaned into it. Teeth biting your skin to muffle his loud groan as he fucks you through your orgasm. A loud squeal as your pussy contracted against his cock and your body jerked, your cunt milking him in the process.

“Fuck–“ His hot cum spurted deep inside of you, cum filling your pussy with warmth. Heavy pants as you both finished your orgasms; you were too tired to even stand. A loud groan as he slipped himself out, watching his cum spill out of your bruised pussy.

You body slid down the counter, hitting the cold floor. Eyes heavy with tiredness.

“Mister– s’good.” His chest heaved up and down as he watched you fall out of consciousness, now here comes his dilemma. Should he bring you home or not? His answer is leaning more to yes.

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Red Light|| T. Fushiguro

❀Sypnosis. A late day at work— your shady bar that goes by the name "Red Light" leads to a meeting with a regular patron that you haven't seen much of on your shifts. 45 minutes until closing and he wishes to play a game of pool— Nothing suspicious, right?

❀ Wc. 4.5k

❀Warnings. Age gap (not mentioned, but is still present), alcohol, perverted stares, degrading, Fem!afab!reader, praise, dubcon(?), Voyeurism (?), Public sex, Toji Fushiguro.

❀A/n. Once again, different format 😩 Trying something different, leave me alone 🖕 anywaysss, Toji and his massive tits bruh

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Low red lights hang from the brown ceiling, lightbulb perfectly protected in the curved stainless steel pendent. Long chained hoop allows the ceiling light to sway in the air. Soft sways from left to right, the moving lights could make sensitive eyes feel dizzy. Like the soft sways of the light, a dandelion in the breeze your hips moved in a similar manner.

Gripping on the pool stick holding the long tool still as you spin the white chalk around the tip. Your face blank as you complete the mundane act that repeats throughout the night in the shady establishment you work in. Your blank expressed stayed even when the door chimed— a quick glance at the clock. Forty minutes until close time, an exhale of air leaves your mouth in exhaust. You hoped to leave home early, suppose not. You hoped that it wasn’t some overly loud drunkard who came here to drink themselves to death, not again.

Circling around to the front of the pool table, you take a small bow to the pair of feet that step through the chiming door. Large feet that walked quietly against the creaking ground, large black band across his foot ensuring its containment in the sandal. “Welcome to Red Light.”

The owner to the shoes voices echo through the empty establishment with his deep chuckle. Your head rises almost immediately eyes gazing upon the familiar patron— Toji.

“Ah, it’s you, mister.” Newcomer or familiar patron, proper greetings are a must even in such a low run bar such as Red Light.

“I told you to stop calling me mister.” He sighs, large hand covered in scars scratching the closest side of his head. You don’t consider yourself a pervert, you can’t help your gaze trailing to his bicep facilely flexing in his pose.

“Are you going to keep staring?” Your eyes quickly found interested in the ground after being caught. Embarrassment swirls in your stomach. You must’ve been staring for too long.

“I’m sorry.” A meek voice dissimilarly to your overbearing gaze.

“A little pervert, aren’t you?” His scoff is jokingly, but it only fuels the embarrassment more. Turning into a monster that consumes the once stable feeling in your stomach.

His head nods softly towards the pool table you stood in front of— “Enough time to play?”

As much as you wish to say no, the dream of laying in your bed with your blankets wrapped around your body is starting to seem just as that— a dream.

“One round, yes.” You confirm, handing him the stick that was in your hand. Perfectly chalked for him and ready to go.

“Ever play before?” His hand is so much larger than yours, hand resting above your own as you both held the stick until you let go.

“It would be strange if I didn’t. Every Saturday with the old man, that’s when I play.” Grabbing a stick from another nearly organized stomach, thanks to you. Spinning the tip inside the carved chalk, you prepared to go against the man.

“Customer first.” Courtesy presented to him was returned unto you.

“Ladies first.” His smirk was devilish and dashing, a dangerous combination.

“Thank you, mister.” He lifted the rack from around the perfectly formatted balls. One thing about you, despite your soft voice and appearance you can easily switch, especially in face of competition.

Perfect formation as you leaned over the table, stick held with a firm grip and the width of the stick pinched between your index and thumb. A small hole just big enough for the stick to thrust in and out without interference of your skin.

Prodding the stick in and out the hole, properly lining it against the white ball. You glanced up at Toji who rested One end of his stick on the ground while leaning his head against it with his arm holding it upright. One deep breath in and out before the tip of the stick met contact with the white ball. Ripple effect— the impact of the white ball against the tip of the triangle had the rest dispersing across the table. Two balls making their way into holes in either side of each other.

“Stripes or solids?” Condescending smirk. He knows either way that’s one less ball for him.

“Solids.”

“Hm, you seemed more like a stripes type of girl. Guess I was wrong.” He circles around towards you, one hand against your waist as he gently guides you to the side.

“What does that mean?” You tilted your head in confusion. He didn’t waste any time lining up his stick of strategizing, a swift plunge of the stick against the white ball— it seemed as if he knew what he was doing, but he just got yours in.

A stifled giggle at his failed attempt. “Maybe you should’ve been solids.” He isn’t fazed by him hitting your ball in by the slightest.

The game continued and time quickly passed, bodies leaned over the table as you both found your targets. Toji’s energy made it seem as if he was some form of professional, yet he’s barely got any balls in. Either scratching or getting yours in. You couldn’t figure out his end goal, but you can’t lie. The more the game drags on due to his lack of pool skills, the more you feel yourself loosen up. Starting to enjoy playful banter and insults that hold no levity, allowing yourself to not be grasps by the professionalism that makes you an excellent employee. You’re having fun, you even stopped looking at the clock.

The sight ball had your name written across it in bold letters, your success was so close you could taste it.

“Don’t fuck it up.”

“I won’t.” You analyzed the balls with your thumb and index gripping your chin.

“That’s a terrible place to shoot from.” He wasn’t wrong, fuck. You scoffed, circling around the table to find the perfect position.

“This is your only shot, you might wanna think this through.” You knew what he was doing, and it still pissed you off.

“Thank you for staying the obvious, mister.” He faked being wounded by your scornful “mister”.

“Just tryin’ help.” His innocent smile is nothing of the sorts.

“Worry about your five balls instead of my one.”

“Me and my five balls are fine, but if you fuck this one up—” Your glare shut him up but not without a playful curl to his lips. “Fine, fine.”

Leaning over the table as you’ve done over and over, your ass up and pushing back as you situated yourself. He didn’t spare a glance nor wipe the smirk on his face. Just as you thrusted the stick, right in that moment he had to open his big mouth.

“Terrible form.” Stumbling over the powerful thrust not being stable you hit the bottom of the white ball, shooting it off the table. Bouncing on the ground with loud clacks it rolled over to an empty chair.

“Would you look at that? You sent it flying~” Grinding your teeth in annoyance, you had that damn ball.

“Jackass…” You didn’t bother to mutter under your breath. Normally, you wouldn’t insult customers… In their presence at least, but he deserved it. You quickly swiped the ball from the ground and made your way back to the grinning man.

“Your shot.” Your annoyance was radiating off you as he laid his hand flat out for you to place the ball in his possession.

“Thank you~” He didn’t scan the table, didn’t circle to find the perfect spot, nothing. Right where he stood, he took his stance. In a moment, just a moment you looked away from the table. Just enough time for a blink or two, you swear it wasn’t long. All you heard was the clacking of the balls and them going into holes of their choice. All five, at once.

“W-What!?” You shouted in shock. “That’s not possible, you–“ You grumbled through a pause, “You cheated!”

“Do you have any proof of that?” His flippant tone causes heat to rush to your face, stomping towards him with furrowed brows.

“Then how did you do that?” Oh – that’s a new one. Your professional tone has been abandoned completely.

“A magician never reveals his tricks.” Your chest pressed against him as you glared into his playful eyes, it’s a pointless battle. Turning away from him your face was hot for a different reason now. You kept your back towards him until you heard presumably the eight ball makes it’s way into a hole.

“Would you look at that?” His eyebrow raises tauntingly; “I win.”

You huffed at his announcement, tossing the stick onto the table. You’ve always been a sore loser. Walking behind him and pushing through the unlocked gate to behind the bar.

“What? Can’t handle a loss?” You ignored his taunts

“Beer, mister?” Already ready to grab his usual order as he sits in the torn bar stool—not without an ear scratching drag to fit his body between the counter and stool. The miniature refrigerator that sat on the floor behind the counter but right in front of Toji, legs still as your torso bends down to open the fridge. A perfect view of your ass tightly trapped in the black pencil skirt.

“We’ve just played for so long; we should be passed the “mister”.” Unto your knowledge, he didn’t divert his gaze. Eyes peering into your behind without shame.

“Hasty, aren’t you?” Referring to how quick you were to grab his drink before he answered. “Whiskey, Suntory.”

“Ah.” You turned to face him with your mouth slightly agape. Finger pressed to your separated bottom lip as you leaned to one side. You nod before turning your back towards him once more, head looking upwards contrast from before. Eyes scanning the upper shelf for a glass.

Toji waited for you with quiet patience, as silent as the gentle breeze in the spring. He’s mastered the ability to hide his presence, even though you know he's there you tend to forget.

“I’m sorry…—Could you help me?” Pleading eyes, the only change in your eyes tonight. A raised eyebrow from him invokes a pointing finger to the glass on the shelf. Too high up for you, even standing in your tippy toes wouldn’t suffice.

His sigh didn’t seem to be one of annoyance, still guilt struck your stomach. “Sorry… Again.” You whisper softly as he stood in front of you. Large build intimidating to your smaller one, arms ten times bigger than your own. You’re glad he isn’t a bad guy, but you knew that from the long game the two of you just played. That thought alone had a smile across your face towards the gentle giant.

“Apologetic one, aren’t you?” The smile turned into a face of confusion as he walks closer to you, automatically backing up in response. Your back softly hits the wall, his body pressed against yours as he stares down at you and you up at him. You weren’t afraid as much as confused— but that doesn’t explain the kick in the pace of your heartbeat.

His features— long scar that runs down the corner of his lips, sharp resting eyes with intense gaze, his pointy nose matches his features perfectly. Along with the short hair with bangs that fell against his eyes.

Thick neck stretched upwards as he looked at the shelf, his gaze adverted but yours never did. Gaze centered on the veins that stuck from his neck in proud prominence.

“This one?” He holds the glass for you to see— a glass that looks as if it’s spinning even when its still, indented spirals turning counterclockwise. Waves on the rim as a still body of water.

Your tongue rested on the roof of your mouth with a hard swallow, words seem to be hard to speak despite a perfectly formed sentence ready to be said. A nod was all that you could muster, then a bow of gratitude.

Flirtatious expression as he gazed down at you— you’re so close. The ability to breath once an innate ability became a struggle, as if you had to teach yourself how to do it once more.

“You okay, hm?”

“Fine.” Your fast reply was amusing to him – just as quickly as you slipped from the side of him to remove yourself from being trapped.

“Thank you.” You continued off feeling as if you were too rude with your response. Taking the glass from his hand you whipped the white towel hanging from your waist you hold the cup still in the palm of your free hand, meticulously wiping the outside the of the cup, two fingers covered in cloth to clean the inside and rim before the long awaited ‘clink’ as the glass contacted the counter.

Your breath hitched with Toji’s shadow looming over your body, his hands on either side of the counter caging you in. Deep breath held deep within your stuck out chest, you’ve became completely aware of him. The heat that radiates on your back, the rustling sound of his pants as he leaned down. Deep exhales from his nose that brushed against your neck sent electrifying shivers down your spine, the type that make you want to shake it off.

The switch in the mood, heaviness in the air around you, the dim red light that stopped swaying long ago. It happened all too quickly for you, but to Toji, it was a build up. Something bounds to happen, he made sure of it.

“You’re quiet.” Deep voice with enough roughness it flows out smoothly from his mouth.

“I’m just trying to prepare your drink…” Soft muttered that wouldn’t be heard if he wasn’t so close to you. His hands slide against either side of the counter, broad shoulders stretching out in the process. His head is even closer to you now, almost resting against your shoulder. His hair leans to the right as his head does such. It’s painful, the anticipation of his lips against your skin. You’re waiting for it to happen; your stomach is eating away at itself for it to happen.

Legs shifting, rubbing against each other doesn’t make your stance anymore comfortable.

Swift, just as his sudden victory. His large hand grips against your side turning you around to him. Now, face to face with the man. He looks so much scarier without the smirk across his lips. Focused eyes and still features against your body.

Your eyes find comfortability looking elsewhere instead of focusing on erection that showed through his tight pants. Eyes fidgeting from item to item, trying to ignore the obvious and eye-catching thing in front of them.

“Only asking once— Are you okay with this?” Hands traveling down your waist feeling the curves of your body and the sides of your ass. Same hands that pull his body closer to you as they grasp either cheek through the tight material.

Your soft nod was enough affirmation for him— Pressure against your ass when his fingers pushed themselves feel into your skirt, easily tearing it as if it was nothing. The skirt that once hugged your curves was now loose against your body. The long-stretched sound of tearing, he didn’t stop until it was a long sheet of fabric only contracted by the zipper. Throwing it elsewhere. The large white shirt that was neatly tucked into your skirt is now expanded to its full width, wrinkles prominent where the shirt was tucked.

His gaze stayed laser focus until your eyes met his. His smirk returned and for a moment you felt, comforted “Open your mouth.” His blunt words commanded you, and you did. Your mouth agape, but barely. A soft spread to your lips— it annoyed him. His hand roughly grips your chin, lifting your face up at him.

“I—” Your ability to speak it ruined by the pressure against your cheeks from his fingers. Your protest doesn’t matter as he does what he pleases, spit falling from his mouth to yours before his lips crashed into yours. His tongue quickly gaining dominance over yours, it wasn’t much of a fight. As of his tongue belonged there, it was his domain. Spreading his spit around your mouth, tongue going deeper into the kiss. Your hands couldn’t help but brace themselves unto his wide shoulders.

The kiss seemed to last for eternity, he didn’t seem like the type to like foreplay much— it seemed you were halfway correct. His knee nestled between your now spread legs, hardness of his knee pressed firm on your clothed clit. Wetness damping your panties, a small spot soon grows wider as you grind yourself on him.

Heavy breathes from you alone when he finally pulled away, nothing more than a light tint of red of his cheeks.

“That’s how you open your mouth.” He teases as his thumb drags across the bottom of your lip. Lips spread further apart now, much more to his liking.

“Mister…” You mumble as he lifted your shirt, two long fingers in the fabric as he places it in your mouth. Holding it there, waiting for the time where you begin to understand what he wants, and your mouth closes around it.

“Fucking a customer behind the bar counter? How unprofessional.” He hushed as he moved his knee, fingers lightly gripping onto the long string that kept your panties on your waist, pulling outwards and letting it snap back upon your skin with a slap. You hissed in pain, not sparing a glare— not as if he cared about that. Slipping your panties down to your thighs, the tightness of the strings prevented them from falling. His tongue darts across his dry lips, they glisten with wetness. Middle finger holding the hood of your nub in its tight hold and his thumb wide on your clit, a soft press against the tip. Wide circles spun on the nerves, languorous with its movements but the pleasure presented is undeniable. Muffled whines as you brace yourself against his large arms, weaken legs being held on by hands gripping against his skin.

Fiery is his touch, wet kisses against your neck as the circles grow harsher. A firm press, almost flattening your clit against his thumb. Your pussy contracts, squeezing against itself with the hope of something coming to satisfy its feminine urges.

“All wet, just for ‘mister’.” Your back arches when a jolt strikes. A harsh slap against your clit prickles your sensitive skin with an open mouth cry- “Tsk, keep it in your mouth.” He’s swift in placing the shirt back into your jaws. Baggy pants hanging down his knees, his boxers outlining his bulge. Admiring the sight, you bite down at on your shirt – it’s larger than you expected. Not that you had any expectations, but, shit.

Your hand raises from his arm to feel him up, but he doesn’t allow it. Grabbing your wrist with a strong grip he roughly places it behind you. Your brace now became the counter. His released cock slaps against his stomach, pulsating with want and desire. A small spill of anticipation drips down the length of his cock, adding a sheen to the long veins that traveled up. His chuckle set your heart – cunt, ablaze. He knew his size and seemingly knows how to use it. Pleading eyes remind him of a puppy, your shaky arms may not be enough to hold your body stable.

“Slutty fuckin’ pussy.” His vulgar words are even more of a turn on for both you and him. His cock slaps against your clit, three loud plaps. The grip he has on himself causes him to groan in pleasure – tip of his length dragging between your lips. Your slick coating him perfectly. Finally – he presses against your slit. A soft but muffled gasp leaves your mouth as he teasingly prods against it. Hips jerking up allowing his cock to push past your tight cunt – the painful mewl doesn’t stop him from allowing himself to go deeper. Involuntarily you find yourself standing on your tippy toes with strain on your features. Eyes focused on yours as his hands slap and grip on the glops of your ass pulling himself in allowing his cock to go even deeper.

He fills your hole completely, not perfectly, his wide cock stretching your hole to his liking as he buries himself deep against your cervix. Squeezing the fat of your ass he keeps you steady as he slowly pulls himself out of you, a wet plop as his tip leaves your cunt and you’re whining for him to be back in.

“Greedy too.” Referring to your cunt. His hips move to align himself again, slamming his hips into yours without warning. Your eyes shoot open as his cock pierced your cervix; breaks weren’t allowed. His cock continued to thrust in and out of you, gummy walls nuzzling his cock as he fucked into your pussy. Feeling his tip almost leaving your cunt every time would cause your walls to squeeze him tightly – not wanting him to leave, and he didn’t plan to. He showed that as his hips repeatedly slammed against your thighs, pelvic slapping against your clit. Drool seeped through the fabric; a dark wet spot soaked with your spit. You tried your hardest to keep the shirt in your mouth, but with the way his cock was ramming into you, you couldn’t help but drop it. Your tummy grew into a tighter knot by the second, his cock bringing you closer and closer to your orgasm.

“Mister–“ Your whiny moan of his name has his cock throbbing, precum already making a mess inside your cunt. Fixated eyes on his own, you don’t even know how stupidly cute you look. Furrowed brows with your mouth agape moaning out in pleasure. He couldn’t help it, taking your lips with his own and swallowing those sweet moans through a passionate kiss. His lips were so rough against yours, his tongue aggressive compared to yours. You tried to keep up, but you couldn’t. With the pace that his cock was fucking into you, it was damn near impossible to respond to anything but that. You could feel your lids fluttering with the approaching of your orgasm.

Damn - intrusive thoughts happen even in situations like this, even when you couldn’t focus on anything else – did you lock the door? Realization hits hard as you glance towards the door and anxiety started to swarm.

“W-Wait, mister – “ Your broken speech hasn’t hit his ears with any importance. Shaky hands as you try to push him away.

“Don’t push me away.” Anger in his voice as your weak hands rested against his chest, his thrusts stop abruptly due to this annoyance.

“T-The door, need to lock it–!” Weak in the legs as you turn yourself around, ass now facing him as you try use the counter as crutches to walk away. Try – his hands slap against your waist, pushing his cock in between the slot of your ass.

“It’ll just take a secon– !” His squeeze on your waist knocked the air out of your system.

“Don’t try and run away when I’m fucking you.” Tight grip on the base of his cock trying to recreate the squeeze your pussy had on him, its not the same as yours. Sloppily lining himself up with your gaping hole he thrusts himself back inside.

“Mister!” You mewled out. This position, doggy, his cock hits your cervix even easier. His balls slapping against your clit with fast thrusts. Even faster than before.

“Shut up – fuck.” He groans out a command with a slap of your ass, your cry was nothing more than more motivation.

Your arm stretched out towards the unlocked door, sign clearly reading ‘open’. You cry out moans as he continues to fuck into you. Trying to push him away was futile, his large frame was too heavy. Even without the shaking hands. That doesn’t mean it’s not annoying to him. One hand grabbing your wrist tighter than earlier, arm being pulled behind you. Soon both your arms were being used as handlebars for him to fuck into you even deeper. His body leaning back as he skillfully timed slamming your ass onto him as he thrusted into you. All you could do was cry, drool leaving your mouth in long strings against the cold counter. Eyes focusing on the unlocked door you whined in fear that soon turned into arousal.

Being fucked like this, behind inside your workplace – it felt dirty and exhilarating. The thought of someone being able to walk in and see you getting fucked by some regular, it should be repulsing, disgusting even, but your pussy drips at the thought of it. Breathless as he pulls away, a loud groan as you squeeze him particularly hard.

“Focus on me.” He demanded through his deep groan. Your eyes shut tight; you could feel your sense leaving your body at an alarming rate. His tip slamming against your cervix was the only thing you could focus on, the only thing you wanted to.

“Stop fuckin’ squeezing me so tight, let me in.” Your hair now intertwined with his fingers as he pulls your head back and to the side, he can see your blushed out faced from this angle. Lips hovering over yours, his erratic breath against your lips; “Let me fuck you properly, just like the slut you are.” The softness of his tone and the closeness of his lips, you loosened up, not as if you could control it.

“Good girl.” His lips stole yours once again, thrusts still hitting hard against your g-spot, but the pace has slowed down, gradually bringing you to your orgasm. Broken moans and gasps as your voice rose higher and higher as his groans grew deeper.

“M’gonna, Mister – Please!” You don’t know why you’re pleading for him, but you are, long drawn out begs of “please’s” is all he hears. You’re long gone, only thinking about the powerful wave that’s about to overcome your body. Legs shaking at the feeling, tongue lulling out as you come closer. He was close too; his bangs tickled your neck as he groaned into it. Teeth biting your skin to muffle his loud groan as he fucks you through your orgasm. A loud squeal as your pussy contracted against his cock and your body jerked, your cunt milking him in the process.

“Fuck–“ His hot cum spurted deep inside of you, cum filling your pussy with warmth. Heavy pants as you both finished your orgasms; you were too tired to even stand. A loud groan as he slipped himself out, watching his cum spill out of your bruised pussy.

You body slid down the counter, hitting the cold floor. Eyes heavy with tiredness.

“Mister– s’good.” His chest heaved up and down as he watched you fall out of consciousness, now here comes his dilemma. Should he bring you home or not? His answer is leaning more to yes.

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please i need to take a shit so bad but i cant right now like my ass is suffocating

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Display of Claire de Lune — Eren x Pianist!Reader

Eren’s time as Kruger, you remember it differently

pairing: kruger!eren x pianist/patient!reader

cw: MINORS/AGELESS BLOGS DNI, Soft dom!Eren. afab reader. gender neutral reader. fluff/smut. mentions of war. eldian reader. reader plays piano. the reader is a hospital patient. soft sex. virginity loss. dry humping/grinding. vaginal sex. saliva. finger sucking. riding. a bit of angst if you squint. use of the word cunt. pinning down. slight season 4 spoilers. not entirely proofread.

wc: 4k

Each note dripped from your frantic fingers every second you could get in the communal area of the hospital to the Eldians who lost it during their time serving the war. The grand piano had been one of your only  comforts, it brought back memories of when you were unknowing of how cruel the world you had lived in was. Erased the time anticipating the explosions overhead, whether they’d land in your trench or not. 

“That melody…” You heard a distant voice halt your fingers from commencing the sequence of notes meeting the bridge. It was an oddly cold voice, you assumed a male nurse.

 “...Do I stop?” You questioned, not breaking your eyes from the keys. Resting your hands lightly against them awaiting the answer of the assumed nurse. Not wanting to part from the beauty, but if it was time for you to take your leave.. It would have to end.

“No, it’s very familiar, it reminds me of home.” The male responded after a prolonged second of analyzing  the way you sat on the bench attached to the black grand piano with a shellac textured finish. The comment had been enough to avert your eyes from the keys to the man, a patient, standing a few feet away aided by a wooden crutch. A bandaged wrapped snug covered his most likely bruised right eye, additionally the long dark brown locks of his hair draped in front of that specific eye. Light facial hair trailed underneath his nose and at the tip of his chin. 

A very gorgeous man to say the least, especially with a grim emerald green eye that could see through you.  If it wasn’t challenging to express yourself you’d exclaim your awe by his features. Instead you questioned if the two of you had grown in the same area, but it seemed that wasn’t the case. The piece wasn’t something from your home, just something you’ve always known whilst improving in achieving coherent notes and chords on the instrument.

The man’s body probed against the nearby wall, not yet given permission to sit beside you on the bench. “Where’d you learn it?” He questioned shortly.

“I’ve always known it.”

“I see. Maybe from a past life?”

Your reaction had been a soft cackle from what you comprehended as a joke, but your laughter was the only one heard. “I don’t believe so, my memory could be playing tricks on me..” You eased in painfully seeing how that most likely wasn’t banter from the man’s point of view.

The conversation led towards an introduction for the both of you, learning Kruger to be his name. You of course revealed your name in return, plus a few goals if you weren’t mentally in shambles.  

“Could you play for me?” Kruger interrupted your intense dialogue.

“Huh?”

“This piano, please play it for me. I get sent to bed early, it would raise my spirits to hear you play every noon.”

Stammering from the flattery, you agreed to play for him every noon. That was the end of spoken words for the two of you, your fingers commenced the dance on the keys. Foot shifting from pressing left to right pedal depending on the notes you’re playing. The song itself sung of a silent night, an encore to a nostalgic memory in Kruger’s mind.

From that day forth, the man known as Kruger became a patreon to your passion. Sitting front and center to please his ears with your choice of pieces, some many knew and others many didn’t. Even some… Only Kurger had known. Your eyes glanced open at how his expression would change, his eye shifting up to the left corner remembering fond memories of a simpler time. This expression of his brought a pleasant smile to your lips, but it ever so quickly disappeared when Kruger came to. You wouldn’t want to be caught ogling at him, even if you believed him to be gorgeous.

There were eons of things you didn’t know about the mysterious man only from nurses that he had been also working to build trenches during the recent times of war. You still were curious about who he could be, what his interests were. What brought him joy, hobbies before being corrupted by war, even how he thought of you.

Everyday you played for him, only sharing brief chats before you two would part. 

“Hello, y/n.”

“H, Hello Mr. Kurger!”

“Are you doing alright?”

“Yes..! I hope you’re doing the same?”

“Yes.”

Then music would roam throughout the communal area, how beautiful it sounded to hear you play such notes. Sometimes you could even hear Kruger humming along. You were progressively falling for the man of few words. Whether it had been silly or not never crossed your mind. You were just in a daze with the entirety of him. 

That’s why, with your fingers clenched tight to your patient nightgown, you were standing outside of his room. Bracing yourself to do what you’d never imagine you would ever do: confess your feelings to Eren Kruger. 

The hard thrashes of rain being heard against every nearby glassed window dramatized the situation even further, you weren’t supposed to be  out of your room. It was strictly nurses only, it was night of course only nurses should roam the halls. Yet, you managed to creep through every corridor unnoticed, snagging the key to the Kruger’s room. Now, you stand almost trembling from the fear of being found and the expressions the man might make. ‘He’ll think I’m insane…’ You discouraged yourself, feet sliding against the floor prolonging the duration of prying the door open. ‘He’ll never want to hear me play again!’ Another thought flashed in your mind that brought you to a staircase of doubts. Why were you here again?

“Come in.” Broke you from the pool of your own self-prodding, Kruger was awake! Whether it was the sloppily covered foot-steps or maybe you were thinking aloud… He heard you, sensed your presence. Revealing the key in your right hand it moved shakingly to unlock the door. The thumping of your heart could be heard in your ears as you heard the satisfying deep clicks of the door being open along with the jingle of the many keys on its ring. Making the door now accessible to open, this was  just too risky to bear.

You revealed yourself finally in all your uncertainty, knees crookedly pressed against one another, fist balling up the ring of keys along with a handful of your gown. Face churning with bashfulness along with shame for doing this in general. When your eyes met his one eye, you could see Kruger’s expression contort from defensive to astound from your random appearance. He hadn’t ever seen you fully, only attached to the piano that allured you more than your surroundings. 

Eren didn’t seem groggy in the slightest, but his eye seemed heavy with plans to slumber. “Y/n?” With a tone you couldn’t quite grasp he questioned if it had been you and not some illusion.

“H, Hi Kruger…”  Faintly you spoke a greeting, pushing up the door to disclose it ever being open to begin with.  Your eyes darted down to the dark wooden floor. Not wanting to view how the man's face would change even more by the second. Expecting nothing pleasant to come from this, your body grew tense.

“You snuck here?”

“Y- Yes to speak to you about  something…” 

“Is something wrong, can you not play for me anymore?”

“No.. Well, I can still… Play for you,” Words seemed to fumble over the other, attempting to rip the bandaid off preparing for the sting “I have a problem… I’m in-”

Shaking your head violently you stifled the word from falling from your lips. To Eren you seemed troubled, why else would you have broken into his room. Could it be that you’ve known about the plan? How in the next day many you knew would be taken over by the same turmoil that fell upon Paradis? No, it wasn’t anything like that. Your body trembled, something temporarily overwhelmed you. Was it the thunder? 

“It hasn’t rained this hard in a while, it must be upsetting you.” Those words put you at a relie, it let you know that the relationship the two of you shared had yet to be soiled. Without much thought you scratched the original motive from your mind. “...Could you hold me..? I’m in a bad state right now, Kruger…”

A soft grunt of awe came from Eren Kruger, hearing shifting shortly after made you raise your head to see him sitting up properly, leg swinging out of the bed beckoning you closer with a simple shift of his hand. You obliged, one foot stepping slowly in front of the other to move in between his thighs quite awkwardly. “That’s not what I meant, but..” Kruger for the first time chuckled in front of you, it was the laughter of when someone did something quite strange, but held an awkward charm that warmed the coldest glaze. Placing your hands into his, his eye peered into yours. “You’ve been kind to me, the least I could do is… Hold you.” 

Those smooth words… His touch brought heat to your face and ears. This went better than you’d imagine. The man held your hands firm waiting for your fidgeting eyes to finally contact his one. “Thank you..” Your lips quivered from being so close to Kruger. Especially with the swift flicks of his wrists, firm hands held your hips close to him, not with any ominous intentions behind the gesture. Being brought to engage in  such an intimate stare could make you spill: that being held was particularly a lie, you wanted to let him know how you truly felt since he’d approached you.

“This is the first time I’ve seen you without him. It’s refreshing.” Kruger joked after the silence coated you both for almost five minutes. Implying ‘him’ to be the piano that won your heart when you stepped your fragile foot into your new abode. Tuned to perfection with such a brass sound. The joking remark could’ve been an attempt to lighten your spirits even though it took you a moment to fully analyze that it was just banter.

“Your eyes want to tell me something? What put you in such a bad state?”

“It’s hard to say….”

“I see, then you don’t have to say it, Y/n.” He assured with a regular sounding tone, though he released one hand from your hips. Gripping at the bandaged which covered his assumed to be bruised eye, revealing that to not be the case. It would’ve shocked you if it weren’t for your confusion, instead it ran shivers down your spine. Which he felt all of, dull eyes now completely capturing your slightly widened eyes. “I will say this though.. There is something that puts me in a bad state as well, my family.. Friends. Comrades. Everyone, there must be a change. You’ll most likely distrust me, but Y/n I believe our relationship to be mutual.”

Your eyebrows began to furrow from the sudden change in conversation, what exactly is he implying? Did he feel the same way that your heart did or was he  rambling of how much he missed the one’s familiar to him. You didn’t understand it one bit.

“I won’t be able to hear you play anymore, but before that I want you to know I feel strongly about you. You’ve made my time here much more memorable than I could’ve imagined. That’s why I want you to know who I am. Who I really am.”

“H-Huh? I don’t understand… You’re Kruger, right?” Your voice shook, it was hard to understand whether there was a clutch holding your vocal cords or you were just in a state of fear of who exactly you shared feelings for.

“R..Right?” You repeated expecting there to be a break in this serious mood.

“You’ve heard of Eren Jaeger haven’t you? That is my name.”

You shook your head slowly to signal a ‘no’, but you knew this was possible. Foolishly you couldn’t find yourself caring all that much. This was too much information to take in. “I know the person I.. Fell for. Whatever this is, I know that I like the man sitting in front of me!” Mustering up enough bass in your tone you practically shouted out this towards Eren. To your surprise your body was pulled and pinned onto the bed with a kiss sealing  your position. A warm one,  that immediately made your  tense body mellow.  Your hands clenched closed from the reflex. Your eyes make another capturing contact with his more illuminated ones before squeezing shut.

After a minute and a half, the man released your lips from his own. Breathing out  softly a “You’re being loud.” Making your stomach churn with so many mixed emotions. Kruger- Or Eren’s strength didn’t line up with previous moments. There was no denying that what he said was completely true. That he disguised himself as being a man who either never existed or did a long time ago. You slowly nodded your head from what he said even though you knew it wasn’t a question. Before long, you leaned up closer, urging him to kiss your lips once again. 

As the two of you shared an intimate kiss, it became hotter around the two of you. His hands still pressed your wrists against the hospital bed, your legs spreading on either side of his body daring to wrap around his waist if this kept going on the way it did. Eren had a way to make you forget about revealing his true self. Your lips were being swallowed by his own and the motions of how he held you down in such a vulnerable position told you how much he wanted you. How much his body wanted you, even how much you wanted him just as bad. True, for moments you flickered your eyes open his emerald ones were half lidded, but you could feel how immersed he was with your reactions to how his tongue dominated yours. How your saliva began to drip down your chin as the kiss became slopper as yall became. Feeling your breaths in his mouth become consecutively more heavier, chest rising and falling. “Kru-.. Ah.” You barely managed to say with your mind becoming foggy.

Deciding to give you a break to catch several breaths, Eren went down from your jaw to the skin on your neck placing a wet kiss against any revealed part he could place them on. Rewarding him with more of your reactions, the sensitivity of your neck being attacked made your stomach twist in pleasure which traveled towards your underwear. Eventually your thighs found comfort in  wrapping tight around Eren’s waist. Your sounds weren’t inaudible, he could hear you clear as day. Your stifled low cries of want. They became louder when his hands pulled your wrists over your head, gripping one hand around them rather than two while the other slid down your neck eventually stopping before your chest. Fully exposed without even being undressed. “You like that? Don’t you,” He questioned.

“Like being underneath me like this.. I like it too.” 

Your thighs squeezed him more, feeling a growing print press in between them. “I l-like it..!” You blurted out again which was met with another hush that you were being too loud. This was so painful, you never knew these kinds of things could be addicting especially when something was on the line.

Ultimately he ends up beneath you, choosing not to regenerate his leg in caution of the shock of too many physical changes scaring you. His hands went underneath your gown and the sides of your underwear, nails digging into your soft skin as your hips rocked down against his crotch. Your wetness soiled his pants in the process which made his erection painfully more prominent against you. How long could you last with this foreplay? It seemed like forever, but a good forever. The way your eyes were teary looking down into his could almost urge a groan out of him, but with everything Eren did: he was seldom, gripping on your thighs or hips like he’d known what made you crumble all along. “Please.. Please..” You murmured repetitively, still grinding yourself down against him. Not really sure what you’d been begging for. Eren seems to know though, beckoning you to lean closer to him, thumb now probing at your bottom lip while his index hooked under your chin. “Open your mouth.” Voice saying a stable tone, not too stern or demanding. Parting open your lips when the command was spoken you didn’t quite understand, but anything he could’ve or was doing made your body temperature rise. Instructing you to take his thumb in your mouth he began to slowly move the digit against your tongue. Massassaging it while you wrapped your quivering lips around it following the motion of his thumb stroked inside of your mouth. 

The time drifted away more, more, and more . The moon’s illuminated beam adds an ethereal touch to the scene of your body completely heated from Jaeger’s touch that only his green eyes could have the pleasure to experience.  Eren slid his thumb from your needy mouth replacing it with his index and middle finger instead. Your drool coated the three digits nicely, until abruptly you were halted by him pulling them from your mouth. Your hips still worked to provoke groans from his lips, dampening the pants that he wore with his own precum and your slick showing just how aroused became  from it. “Please…” Your voice cracked this time with desperation, breathy from suckling on Eren’s fingers while it occasionally hit the back of your throat. Saliva collecting from your slight gag reflex.  “You aren’t experienced, are you sure?”

“...Yes.” You prolonged your answer from your mind going blank like a dim lit flashlight. It was true you weren’t experienced in these sorts of things, a complete virgin. As an eldian you have no time to enjoy the fruits of your labor. Of course, of course he  knew that. “It’ll hurt, I know..” You interrupted him by seeing his lips.

Grazing  his hands against the skin of your thighs he removed what had been restraining your pleasure. While you aided him by placing the hem of your gown into your mouth. Bunching it up to reveal your cunt that oozed out your arousal. A groan finally left the manf from seeing the sight, taking his saliva coated thumb to stroke at the bundle of nerves at a slow rate, switching his focus to how your eyes flickered shut. Teeth pushing down onto the cloth of your nightwear. Whimpering from how his thumb pressed against you, probing at your entrance to collect more slick to lather your clit in. The new-experienced sensation shot through your entire body, every limb tensed up as it continued. Viewing like this only rewarded you with more of Eren’s deep moans. A “Pretty.. You’re so pretty.” and a “Amazing…” there. As a natural response you pushed yourself closer not wanting to lose this found pleasure or praise. It built up butterflies in your stomach enough to make your vision hazy. 

Noticing this Jaeger halted his motions, it would be a shame if you came so early. He wanted to leave you behind with something you’d remember. Before the unspeakable happens. Before you two part, your symphonies coming to a dramatic end.

“If you want to continue like this we could, but I could also be inside of you as well.” 

“You’ll take me..?” You responded, the hem of your gown slipping from your mouth, still slightly winded from the after effects of the pleasure. Throbbing for what was to come. It would hurt, again you knew that. What conveyed you to still trust him this much was beyond you. Eren had a tone that could make words purr out without effort, luring you in to nod your head in agreement. You would do anything to lengthen this time together. His large hands moved to your wrist in a softer hold guiding you to his confined erection, grazing your fingers on to the zipper. “Undo it.” Eren whispered to you, with your thumb and index you pulled down the zipper as instructed. Then his pants along with his briefs to free it from its clothed prison. When a weak breeze  hit his leaking cock, he hissed at the feeling. Your eyes grew from the size, it intimated you. Not because of how it would fit, but how much agony it would cause you. “Play for me one last time, okay? Slowly..” He snapped you from your discouragement releasing your wrist once again telling you how exactly he wanted you on his dick. 

Wrapping your pretty fingers around it, your wrist flicked as you pumped him making sure that he stayed hard till it could be wrapped in your warm slippery walls. Your eyes watch how his hips maintained the pace when you became flustered at how it began to leak even more with his pre-arousal. “Shit.” He swore,  halting your movements so you could go onto your next positions. Your thighs lifting up as your cunt hovered over Eren’s twitching erection. Thick clear liquid  dripped onto it as you inched down. “Slowly, Y/n, you’ll get hurt if you’re too eager.” Nodding to his warning you lowered yourself slowly, throbbing at every single word Jaeger cooed out. Luckily you were wet enough for his tip to pass through your entrance, but the spreading tensed your insides. 

Placing a firm hand onto your hip and another against your cunt  his thumb soothingly stroked the bud, hushing you to relax, helping you inch down even more. Your walls made room for his thick cock, spreading from his girth. The sparking agony could’ve made you lift up if Eren didn’t calmly guide you down and rub his thumb comfortingly into the skin of your hip. “It.. Kind of.. Hurts, Mr. Kurg- Eren..” You made an error in your whimpers, but he didn’t seem to mind, just nodded and let you take your time burying his cock almost deeply inside of you. It took a few minutes, but you're almost properly  seated. “Still hurts, Y/n..?” He directed you, restraining himself from completely fucking up into you. Even the first time you allowed him to enter you almost made him lose control, but he wasn’t that type of man and you trusted to know he wouldn’t. There was still pain from how his cock spreaded you walls, but it was much more bearable than before. Relaxing your walls helped with that along with how sensitive your bud was and the way that thumb would press against it made you rut against the feeling. You were moving, good. But you knew that straining your thighs would cause you to fully take him.  So with zero-effort Eren removed his thumb from your clit to instead hold the other side of your hip as well. Slowly thrusting up inside of your drool cunt with low groans rumbling from him each time. You replaced the thumb that once played with your clit, lifting your dress to give it a faster pace compared to how his dick moved inside. Gods, it was so much. You could feel every vein rubbing against your sensitive walls, the way you could hear a “That’s it..”, a “Good, you’re doing so good..”, and a “You feel so good.. I want to come inside of you for sure.” Made choked sobs leave you. This feeling that bunched up butterflies in your stomach was once again recurring along with your hazy vision, bringing you to a new type of edge. 

Eren’s vocalizing became swears and growls, you were hugging him with your gummy walls. Rocking your hips, landing him deeper inside of you. There was only so much he could take, but you beat him to it. Cumming amaturely over his cock, slamming yourself down onto him, jittering. You sloppily strummed your clit not understanding how something could feel so.. Good. “Mr. Kruger..!” You cried out, earning him to lift up from his laying position to meet your lips with another deep kiss. Still having to reach his own high, he used this time to push himself deeper inside of you, hips stroking against your throbbing walls. Until finally hitting your cervix almost too accurately with cum spurting after. FIlling you up to the brim.

You both shared pants during your kiss, bodies becoming limp and relaxed. “Eren.. Jaeger..” Was all you managed to say when you parted from him. Saliva following right after. That’s right. His name was Eren Jaeger. You never knew you would have to both meet and say farewell to a man you felt so passionately about in the same night.

Eventually, you ended up in bed still, laying against him as his hands stroked at your back. You couldn’t stay up anymore after an exciting night like this. You would have no worries for now, you were being held. Held close by someone you willingly played for every afternoon. Eren on the other hand stayed awake, spectating the way you slept to camly. “Goodnight..” 

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