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🍼 “bundle of doubt”

🎮 bestfriend!connie springer x fem!reader

👏🏽 todo & yuji x fem!reader

#aot #attack on titan #shingeki no kyojin #jjk #jujutsu kaisen #chainsaw man #csm #anime #death note

omw2paradis

✮ ⋆ ˚｡𖦹 ⋆｡°✩ todo & yuji x fem!reader

todo decides cursed techniques should be used for more than combat and yuji is more than happy to participate (18+)

a/n: a fic no one asked for!!! wc: 1.5k <3 mdni, aged up characters, improper use of cursed technique, body swapping via boogie woogie

warnings: threesome, rough sex, oral (m receiving), vaginal penetration, spanking, praise, overstimulation

“open” todo murmurs, tapping his tip to your lips, and you obey, letting him slide into your mouth just as yuji pushes into you from behind. a muffled noise escapes your throat, half protest, half approval, and todo grins down at you taking him in

yuji’s hands settle on your hips, calloused thumbs rubbing slow circles into your skin. “you good?” he asks, voice rough but warm. you nod—or try to—with todo’s grip firm in your hair

“good” todo purrs, watching you melt as yuji rocks into you with a slow, testing thrust. his fingers tighten in your hair, just shy of painful. “but let’s make it better”

you barely have time to process the words before you hear todo’s hands slap together, sharp. the world lurches sideways and suddenly it’s yuji fucking your mouth instead, as todo’s thick length fills you from behind. you gasp around yuji, your back arching as todo laughs, low and satisfied

“told you” todo says, eyes flicking up to look at yuji “technique’s flawless”

yuji presses deeper into your throat as you struggle to adjust, the sudden shift leaving your head spinning. his fingers, previously gripping your hips, now tangle gently in your hair, guiding you with a tenderness that contrasts todo’s rough enthusiasm

“okay, easy” yuji murmurs, his voice thick with restraint “don’t gotta take it all at once”

you can feel the way his thighs tense beneath your palms, the muscles flexing as he holds himself back, letting you set the pace

todo, meanwhile, wastes no time. his hands clamp around your waist, dragging you back onto him with a single, demanding pull that punches a moan from your lungs

“fuck, that’s it” he growls, hips snapping forward, leaving no room for hesitation

the angle is different now, deeper, and you shudder as the stretch burns pleasantly, your fingers scrabbling against yuji’s thighs

yuji exhales sharply through his nose, his own hips twitching forward reflexively at the sound of your muffled whine. his hold on your hair loosens just enough to let you pull back slightly, catching your breath around him before sinking down again, slower this time

“you’re doing so good” he praises, thumb brushing your cheekbone, and the sweetness of it clashes deliciously with the filthy, wet sounds of todo driving into you from behind

todo’s palm cracks against your ass without warning—a loud, stinging slap that jerks a muffled yelp from your throat around yuji. reality warps again, that same dizzying lurch of gravity gone sideways, and suddenly todo is back in your mouth, heavy against your tongue, while yuji replaces him at your back. you shudder as yuji’s hands slide around your waist, his fingers splaying possessively over the fresh sting todo left behind

“absolutely flawless” todo repeats, grinning proudly as he watches your lips stretching wider around him. he rocks forward just enough to make you choke, the salt-bitter taste of him replacing your senses again

yuji’s hands tighten on your waist, his fingers pressing into the heat of todo’s slap as he leans down, his breath warm against your ear

“you like that?” he murmurs, voice roughened by restraint “him switching us up like this?”

you can’t answer—not with todo weighing on your tongue, not with yuji’s thumbs digging into the sore curve of your ass—but your hips rock back instinctively, seeking more friction, and yuji groans

“yeah” he breathes, pressing a kiss to your shoulder “yeah, you do”

his hand slides lower, fingers teasing your throbbing clit, and your nails dig into todo’s thighs

todo chuckles, deep and approving, as he pulls back just enough to let you gasp for air

“good girl” he rumbles, thumb swiping at the spit clinging to your lower lip

yuji’s fingers curl tighter into your hips, his rhythm stuttering as he presses deeper, the heat of him pulsing against your walls

“i’m close” he grits out, the words strained

you whimper around todo in response, your own pleasure coiling tight in your belly. todo’s grip in your hair tightens, holding you steady as yuji’s thrusts grow erratic, his breath coming in harsh pants against your back

“let go” todo murmurs, his voice thick with amusement

yuji obeys with a groan, his hips slamming forward one last time as he spills inside you, warmth flooding your core. you clench around him, milking him through it, and yuji shudders, his forehead dropping between your shoulder blades with a shaky exhale

todo doesn’t give you time to recover—he drags you back by the hair, slipping from your lips with a wet pop just as yuji pulls out, leaving you empty and gasping

“my turn” todo purrs, flipping you onto your back with effortless strength

yuji collapses beside you, still catching his breath, but his fingers find yours, lacing together as todo looms over you, his gaze dark with intent

he doesn’t bother with finesse—just hooks your legs over his shoulders and drives into you in one smooth thrust, knocking the air from your lungs. your hips lift upward instinctively, nails scraping against yuji’s palm as todo sets a brutal pace, his hips pistoning into you with single-minded focus

yuji’s thumb brushes over your knuckles, his touch grounding even as todo wrecks you, the bed creaking beneath his relentless pounding

todo’s rhythm stutters—a single, sharp hitch of his hips—before he buries himself to the hilt with a groan that sounds more like a growl. his fingers dig into your thighs hard enough to bruise as he twitches inside you, the first hot pulse of his release hitting your walls with enough force to make your toes curl

“fuck” he grits out, voice ragged, and you feel it—the way his muscles lock up, the way his breath comes in short, harsh bursts against your neck as he works through it in thick, steady ropes

todo brushes a hand down your thigh, smug satisfaction written all over his face. “can’t believe i’ve never tried that before” he says, like he’s just discovered something life-changing

beside you, yuji lets out a tired laugh, still catching his breath, his fingers lazily tracing over yours where your hands are still tangled together. “you’re saying that like this is about to become a regular thing”

you let out a weak, exhausted sound somewhere between a laugh and a groan, too worn out to argue, and todo glances down at you looking far too pleased with himself

he only grins wider “oh, it absolutely is”

omw2paradis

bestfriend!connie springer x fem!reader

fighting over a controller turns into finally dealing with built-up tension you’ve both been ignoring ₊˚. wc: 3.1k

mdni, 18+

"you said i could play two rounds ago" you grumble, reaching for the controller still warm from connie's hands

he yanks it away with a dramatic gasp, like you’ve just committed the worst crime known to man. "liar" he accuses, pointing at you with the hand not currently strangling the poor controller. "i said maybe two rounds ago. maybe doesn’t mean yes"

you lunge for the controller again, fingers brushing against his wrist before he twists away with a laugh, that stupid, loud, snorting laugh that makes your stomach do something weird

“oh, you're gonna fight me for it?" connie grins, eyes bright with mischief, and before you can react, his free hand darts to your side, fingers digging into your ribs

"no—connIE—" you wheeze, trying to escape his fingers as they skate up your ribs, but he’s relentless, grinning like an idiot as you squirm

your elbow knocks into his shoulder, the controller clatters to the floor, and suddenly you’re both half-tangled on the couch, breathing hard

"cheater" you gasp, but he just laughs, shifting his weight, his knee slipping between your thighs, pressing there just long enough for your brain to short-circuit

his grin falters for half a second, just long enough for you to notice before he leans in closer, the warmth of his breath hitting your cheek

“what, scared now?" he murmurs, but his voice is lower than usual, rough around the edges. you swallow hard because yeah, maybe you are, but not in the way he thinks

his knee is still there, pressing just enough to make your pulse thud in your ears, and you can’t even pretend to focus on the controller anymore

you buck your hips against him without thinking, a sharp, reflexive jerk of your body and connie’s breath hitches, his knee pressing harder against you for a split second before his hands come up to frame your face

he doesn’t hesitate, doesn’t make some dumb joke, just kisses you, messy and too hard at first, teeth clashing together before he adjusts, tilting his head to slot his mouth against yours properly

his hands are everywhere at once. tangled in your hair, sliding down your neck, gripping your waist like he’s afraid you’ll disappear if he lets go

it’s too much and not enough, the heat of his mouth against yours sending sparks through your body. you bite his lower lip just to hear him groan, and he does, loud and unfiltered, the sound vibrating against your tongue. "fuck" he gasps when you pull back for air, his forehead pressed to yours, his breathing ragged. "you’ve been thinkin’ about this too then, huh?"

"shut up" you mumble, but it comes out breathless, your fingers already curling into the fabric of his shirt, dragging him back in before he can say anything else. connie laughs against your mouth—still that same stupid, snorting laugh, but it's softer now, warmer, vibrating against your lips as you kiss him again, slower this time, more deliberate

his hands slide down to your hips, fingers gripping just enough to make you arch into him, and god, you can feel how hard he is already, the heat of him pressing against your thigh

he makes a choked-off sound before pulling you closer, rolling his hips against yours until your breath catches

"you—fuck—" he starts, but you cut him off by biting at his jaw, scraping your teeth down the rough stubble there just to hear him swear again. he does, loudly, his hands sliding under your shirt, palms warm and intense against your skin

his hands are impatient, tugging at your shirt like he’s afraid you’ll change your mind if he doesn’t get you bare right now

“off" he mutters against your mouth, fingers fumbling with the hem before you lift your arms to help, the fabric snagging for a second on your wrists before it’s gone, tossed somewhere behind him without a second thought

his palms slide up your ribs, thumbs brushing over the curve of your breasts through your bra, and you can’t help the way you inhale shakily, but connie just grins, his teeth catching your lower lip now

"knew you’d be pretty like this" he says, voice ragged, like he’s been thinking about it longer than he’d ever admit

"shut up" you repeat, but there’s no heat in it, not when his fingers are circling your nipples through the thin fabric of your bra, not when he’s grinding against you in this slow, deliberate rhythm that makes your toes curl

connie doesn’t listen, of course, he never does, just ducks his head to mouth at your neck

"knew you’d sound like this too" he murmurs, his breath hot against your skin, and you can feel the way his lips curve into a smirk when you gasp

"all fuckin’—" his words cut off, a rough sound slipping out instead when you rock your hips up against his, your fingers twisting in his hair to drag his mouth back to yours

his hands are under your bra before you can even think to stop him, and you gasp when his thumbs brush over your nipples, hard already, just from the way he’s looking at you

connie doesn’t say anything, just watches your face as he pinches lightly, his breath stalls when you arch into his touch. “goddamn” he mutters, like he’s surprised, like he didn’t expect you to be this responsive, and then he’s kissing you again, sloppy and desperate, his tongue sliding against yours in a way that makes your stomach twist

his hands are already tugging at your bra strap before you can even catch your breath, fingers fumbling with the clasp like he’s never done this before… which, knowing connie, might actually be true

“where the hell is—" he mutters, as he struggles with the hook, and you laugh despite yourself, despite the way your skin burns where his fingers brush against it

“here, idiot” you mumble, reaching back to undo it yourself, but he swats your hands away with a grunt "no, i got it, i got it" he insists, and then, miraculously—he does, the fabric loosening as the clasp gives way. he doesn’t even pause before he’s yanking it off you, tossing it somewhere over his shoulder with zero care, his hands immediately finding your bare skin like he’s been starving for it

you have no time to feel self-conscious before his mouth is on you, hot and insistent, his tongue swiping over your nipple in a way that makes your back arch off the couch

"holy shit" you gasp, as he sucks, hard, his teeth grazing the sensitive skin just to hear you whine. he does it again, just to be an asshole, grinning against your chest when you jerk under him

"you’re such a—" you start, but your words melt into a moan when his hand slides down your stomach, fingers dipping beneath the waistband of your pants like he’s testing the waters

"such a what?" he teases, but his voice is unsteady, shaky, like he’s barely holding it together

your hands find the hem of his shirt next, tugging impatiently until he gets the hint and pulls it off in one swift motion, his chest warm and solid under your palms

you trace the lines of his abs, more defined than you’d expected, and connie preens under your touch, his grin smug even as his breath trembles when your fingers skim the waistband of his sweats "like what you see?" he jokes, but it comes out breathless, his hips twitching when you press your hand against the bulge there

"you’re so full of yourself" you mutter, but you’re already working the button of your own pants open, kicking them off along with your underwear

connie’s eyes drop between your legs, his throat working as he swallows hard. "damn" he breathes, like he’s genuinely surprised, like he hadn’t let himself imagine this part yet

his hands are on you before you can even process the fact that you’re completely bare under him, fingers tracing the inside of your thigh with this weird mix of hesitation and hunger, like he’s trying to be careful but can’t help how badly he wants to touch

"fuck" connie breathes again, thumbs brushing over the sensitive skin there, and you can feel the way his whole body tenses when you shiver under his touch

his fingers inch higher, slow, like he’s giving you time to stop him, but you just spread your legs wider, your hips lifting off the couch in silent invitation

his fingers don’t hesitate after that, his touch a little clumsy, but so fucking eager it makes your stomach flip

“you—” he cuts himself off, voice cracking when you rock against his hand, his fingers slipping through the wetness there

“you’re already—” he tries again, but you cut him off by grabbing his wrist, dragging his fingers right where you want them, and the noise he makes is downright embarrassing

"can you be quiet and just—" you gasp when his fingers press inside, the stretch sudden but so good you can’t help but jolt into it

connie’s breath stutters against your neck, his free hand gripping your thigh "you are so wet" he mumbles, but it’s less a tease and more a shaky observation, his fingers curling experimentally just to hear you whine. he does it again immediately, like he can’t help himself, his thumb gliding back and forth over your clit in this erratic, uncoordinated way that shouldn’t feel as good as it does

you’re gripping his shoulders hard enough to leave marks and he hisses, sinking his teeth into your collarbone in retaliation

“ungh, connie—” you gasp, your voice breaking when his fingers turn just right, the heel of his palm grinding against your clit in a way that makes your vision blur

he’s watching your face like it’s the most fascinating thing he’s ever seen, his breathing comes in short, uneven bursts

“you’re so—” he starts, but his words dissolve into a groan when you clench around his fingers, your thighs trembling around his wrist

"you're gonna kill me" connie pants, his fingers still fucking you, like he's chasing something, like he's determined to drag every sound out of you before you even realize you're making them

his thumb circles your clit again, too hard at first, then easing up when you gasp, adjusting to the pace of your hips, learning you in real time. your hand finds the waistband of his sweats, fingers slipping beneath the fabric to wrap around him, hot and heavy in your palm

his hips push into your hand before you can even properly stroke him, a ragged curse tearing from his throat as his fingers twitch inside you

“shit—wait, wait—” connie gasps, but he doesn’t pull away, his breath heavy and uneven. you can feel him trembling, his muscles tight with restraint, like he’s holding himself back from rutting into your grip like some desperate animal

“you gotta stop or i’m not gonna last” he admits, voice cracking embarrassingly, and the raw honesty of it makes your stomach flip

you don’t stop. you just tighten your grip and stroke him slow, watching the way his jaw clenches, the way his hips twitch like he can’t help chasing your touch

“nnhg—fuck” connie mewls, high and broken, his fingers curling inside you. “you—you’re such a fuckin’—” he tries, but a broken sound slips from him when you thumb the head of his cock, smearing the wetness there in slow circles

his fingers pull out of you abruptly, leaving you gasping at the sudden emptiness, but before you can even protest, he’s yanking his sweats down past his hips, kicking them off with zero grace, his cock springing free, flushed and leaking

"wow" he breathes, staring down at you like he’s trying to memorize the way you look—spread out under him, chest heaving, thighs trembling

"you’re—so, you’re really—" but he doesn’t finish, just swears again under his breath, his hands sliding under your ass to hike your hips up level with him

"wait—" you gasp, but it’s too late, connie’s already pressing forward, the blunt head of his cock tracing your folds, slick and hot. he hesitates for half a second before he pushes himself in, slow but relentless

"oh my god" connie chokes out “you—holy shit, you feel so good” he manages, voice cracking. his hips drive forward without warning, burying himself fully inside you with an exhale that sounds punched out of him

“you’re so tight—” a strained sound catches in his throat when you squeeze yourself around him, your legs hooking around his waist to pull him deeper, and the noise he makes is downright sinful, his hips hitch like he’s already losing control

his hands glide up your sides, calloused fingers rough against your skin as he pulls back—just enough to tease—before driving back into you with a sharp snap of his hips that knocks the air from your lungs

“connie—” you gasp, nails biting into his shoulders, and he huffs at the sting, his rhythm faltering for half a second before he catches himself, his grip tightening on your waist

"yeah? like that?" he pants, and you can only nod, your throat too tight to form words when he does it again, harder this time, the angle just right to smash against that spot inside you that makes your toes curl

"yes, yes—like that" you manage to choke out, your voice cracking when connie’s hips snap forward again, the force of it jolting you up the couch a little. he doesn’t even pause to adjust, just hooks an arm under your waist to keep you in place

"nghhh—i can’t—" connie’s voice cracks, his hips pound against yours in short, frantic thrusts, the rhythm completely gone now. just desperate, eager snaps of his hips chasing his own pleasure

"you’re gonna—fuck, you’re gonna make me—" he chokes out, and then he’s coming with a ragged grunt, his whole body shuddering against you, his cock pulsing inside you in hot, uneven spurts

you don’t even realize you’re close until connie collapses against you, his hips still quivering with little aftershocks, fingers still gripping your thighs, and the way his cock throbs inside you—still buried deep, still pulsing weakly—sends a fresh wave of heat curling low in your stomach

“fuck” you gasp, pressing up into him, your hands scrambling for purchase against his sweat-slick back “connie—i’m still—”

his head jerks up at the sound of your voice, his dark eyes wide and hazy with pleasure, but the second he realizes what you’re saying… what you need—his expression sharpens, something almost predatory flashing across his face

“shit, really?” he breathes, his voice wrecked, but he’s already shifting, his hands sliding down to grip your hips tight “okay—okay, i got you” he mumbles, like he’s talking to himself more than you as he pulls out slow, his cock dragging against your walls in a way that makes you dizzy

the second he’s fully out of you, connie’s mouth is on you—no hesitation, no teasing, just hot, wet suction right over your clit, his tongue licking into you like he’s starving. you gasp, your hips jerking off the couch at the sudden contact, but his hands hold you down as he works you over with his mouth. “ungh—yes—!” you choke out, as he hums against you, the vibration sending sparks up your spine

his tongue is merciless—flat and hot against your clit one second, pointed and insistent the next, like he’s trying to figure out what makes you gasp the loudest. and fuck, it’s working, because you’re writhing under him, your thighs shaking around his ears, your fingers tugging at his hair like you can’t decide whether to push him away or pull him closer

connie doesn’t seem to care either way. “fuck, you taste—” he starts, but the words blur into a muffled curse when you buck against his mouth, your back arching off the couch

"conn—connie—" you gasp, his name fracturing into a moan when his fingers join his mouth, two slipping inside you with zero warning, curling just right, his tongue lapping at you like he’s addicted

“i’m gonna—" you try, but the words fall apart into a whimper when his thumb presses down on your clit, rubbing tight little circles while his fingers pump inside you, desperate and impatient

"i'm close—fuck, i'm close—" you gasp, your voice cracking on the words, and connie doesn't even lift his head, just doubles down—his fingers curling harder, his mouth sucking your clit like he's trying to drink you in. it's too much, it's everything, and when your orgasm hits, it rips through you like lightning—sharp and sudden, your whole body jerking under his hands as you cry out

his mouth stays on you through the whole thing. the shuddering aftershocks, the way your hips move uncontrollably, the way your fingers tighten in his hair hard enough to hurt. he doesn’t pull back until you’re gasping, oversensitive, and your whole body trembles, and even then, he only lifts his head far enough to grin up at you, his chin glistening with you

“fuck” he breathes, voice hoarse, like he’s the one who just got his brains fucked out “that was—holy shit”

your chest is still heaving when connie finally collapses next to you, his skin sticky with sweat where it presses against yours. the couch is a mess—controller long forgotten on the floor, your clothes strewn somewhere near the coffee table, his sweats hanging half-off the edge like they tried to run away

connie’s breath is ragged against your shoulder, his fingers tracing idle circles on your hip like he can’t stop touching you even now. “wow” he mutters, voice husky, and you can feel the way his lips curve into a grin against your skin. “that was—fuck”

"yeah" you breathe back, still half-dazed, your fingers absently tracing the sweat-damp curve of his spine. connie shifts, his nose bumping against your collarbone before he tilts his head up to look at you—his stupid grin softer now but no less smug

"you good?" he asks, lightly petting the bruise forming on your hip… his fault, probably, but you can’t bring yourself to care

"yeah" you mumble, your voice still weak, and connie's grin widens—like he's proud of himself, like he knows exactly how wrecked you are. his fingers keep tracing patterns on your hip, lazy and possessive, and you don’t even have the energy to swat him away

"shut up" you add, just because you know it’ll make him laugh, and it does—that same stupid, snorting laugh, but quieter now, muffled against your shoulder

hey everyone… this is my first dirty fic 🫣 #kindanervous

omw2paradis

…i fear i am developing an unhealthy obsession with yuta

omw2paradis

rip eren jeager, you would’ve loved posting “no one hmu” and then checking your phone every 2 seconds ❤️‍🩹

rip mikasa ackerman, you would’ve loved checking your bf’s location ❤️‍🩹

rip armin arlert, you would’ve loved typing everything out in your notes app ❤️‍🩹

rip levi ackerman, you would’ve loved those asmr cleaning videos on tiktok ❤️‍🩹

rip jean kirstein, you would’ve loved checking yourself out on facetime ❤️‍🩹

rip sasha braus, you would’ve loved using doordash ❤️‍🩹

rip connie springer, you would’ve loved rage baiting ❤️‍🩹

rip hange zoe, you would’ve loved going down random rabbit holes at 1am ❤️‍🩹

rip reiner braun, you would’ve loved dry scooping pre-workout ❤️‍🩹

rip annie leonhart, you would’ve loved leaving people on delivered ❤️‍🩹

me @ gevanni

#death note #stephen gevanni

omw2paradis

i have a couple animes i wanna watch after death note, pls help pick which one’s next!

hunter x hunter

demon slayer

apothecary diaries

Voting ended onMay 16

what i’ve seen so far: aot, jjk, & csm

omw2paradis

apothecary diaries it is then!! might watch hxh in tandem though…

#apothecary diaries #the apothecary diaries #hxh #hunter x hunter