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forever a work in progress. stuck between wanting to write and not writing at all.

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twenties. she / they. multifandom. minors + ageless blogs dnf. originally here to repost my fics from ao3. no constructive criticism this is a hobby + i’m hard enough on myself.

one. ao3 two. about three. tysk four. byf + rules five. masterlist six. fic recs

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I know this is late but do u ever plan on updating the Helena Harper fic?

yes! i haven’t finished writing part two yet bc i’m not currently fixated on re, it’s one piece of media where i have to be rly into it to write for it! and plus i have to be fixated on that particular game, like the last time my fixation came back it was w re5. but i do have some of it written out! like i said i just have to be zoned in on it to write for it

even tho i left this blog behind, any on-going fics or fics where i promised a part two will still be posted here!

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anon if ur here i may be cooking, but, uh, don’t expect it to read like the first part bc i can’t write anymore and no prommies on how long, it might be even shorter than the first part, but i’m trying 😭

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6:12 p.m. | the chief falls apart for you

m!chief x reader 1.5k words content: semi-public sex, anal, pegging, teasing, praise, spanking, overstimulation, dacryphilia note: u can’t tell me this man doesn’t get pegged, pretend there’s a couch in chief’s office, there actually might be one, idk, i’m so behind in the game. this was written in like early march of last yr, obvi

“w-wait—” he chokes out, fingers scrambling against the cushion, lines being scratched into the leather. chief’s gray eyes roll, a string of spit connecting his lips together as he moans out.

you’d never thought you’d see the day when your dear chief was completely and utterly ruined. he’s always so well put together, he’d never give into your teasing remarks or advances, rather they’d just brush right off of him.

though you still managed to woo him, because you still cared deeply about him through it all. so a relationship of sorts formed. “chief,” you coo softly, smoothing a hand down his back, and he shudders, hands balling into fists. his knee nearly slips off the edge of the couch when they spread wider. sweat clings to his body, casting a light sheen across his skin.

seeing him like this, having him like this, reduced to a broken mess, makes pride soar through your chest. his cheek is pressed against the cushion, sticking to it, breath hitching between broken sounds—a near sob—he’d never let anyone see him like this. but you? you make him break, make him tear down those walls, and fall apart completely.

he tries to keep quiet, jaw tensing, but his lashes flutter, eyes nearly crossing when you pull out all the way before rolling your hips forward, pushing in to the hilt. the stretch has him gasping. the wet, obscene squelch of you thrusting into him makes him shiver, his hole greedily grasping at your strap.

you pull back til only the tip of the silicone remains inside, watching the way his hole so desperately tries to suck it back in, and you giggle softly, bringing a hand down on his ass, and he chokes, body jolting. the skin rises where you’ve just spanked him, a red blossoming on his flesh matching the pretty blush painting his pale cheeks, dusting along the bridge of his nose and kissing the tips of his ears.

reaching for the bottle of lube, you pop the cap before lifting it high and squeezing. you watch with rapt attention as the slick liquid drips along his skin, sliding over his ass cheeks and between them to paint along his hole and to the shiny, slick length of your cock.

“please,” he begs, body quivering beneath you, and you let out another soft laugh, tracing along the imprint of your hand.

“please what? ” you know what he wants, but you need to hear him say it, hear him beg for you to fuck him til he can’t remember his name.

“p-please,” he tries again, and he shifts his hips back a little, another inch of your strap stretching him. a high pitched noise leaves him, and it takes everything in you not to fuck into him with wild abandon.

“go on,” you urge, gripping a handful of his ass, the plush flesh giving easily under your grasp.

“f-fuck me, please. . .” he’s near sobbing, fat tears dancing along his lashes, a stray one tracking down his face when he tries blinking them away, a salty taste lingers on his tongue from his earlier crying. he’s shuddering, and you push his shirt up to gather at his shoulders so you can rub your hands down his back, reveling in the way he arches for you.

“you’re doing so good, you know that?” you praise, tracing a finger down his spine. he makes a soft, curious lil sound, and that’s when you notice he’s got two fingers in his mouth, sucking on the digits as a way to ground himself. drool spills from his mouth. the soft suction of his lips wrapped around his fingers, mingling with his uneven breathing and quiet sniffles, and you nearly thrust back into him right then and there.

there’s a deep throb in your pussy, entrance clenching around nothing. if he isn’t too give out after you make him cum, you’ll ride him til he’s begging you to stop, have his hands scratching at your skin, tears spilling from his eyes as you work his oversensitive cock. and before you know it, you’re rolling your hips forward, sheathing yourself inside his heat once more.

he’s caught off guard, a choked moan forced from his lungs when your hips meet his ass, the flesh rippling with every impact, the pale flesh reddening. your fingers are tight on his hips, digging into the skin, and he hisses at the pain.

without any thought, his hips are moving on instinct, pressing back against your thrusts. the arch in his back deepens, muscles trembling as his hips rock back into you, chasing more, a broken sob ripping from his throat. seeing him like this, so desperate, needy, and breathless, has heat boiling in your veins. you could nearly cum untouched. it's unbelievable. how’re you lasting so long, you don’t know.

his movements are stuttering—unrestrained—almost shallow at first, before he’s pressing deeper and then faster, his ass slamming against your hips as he starts chanting your name like a prayer, eyes rolling, fingers slipping from his mouth to grasp at the edge of the cushion. the sounds pouring from his mouth are pornographic, rising in volume the longer he fucks himself back onto you. if he isn’t quiet, anyone walking past could hear him. the thought alone has wetness dripping between your thighs.

you’ve completely stopped all movements, hands gripping and pulling at the flesh of his hips and ass, allowing him to do all the work, letting him reach his peak while completely falling apart on you.

“yes,” his breath stutters, and you’ve never heard him like this, like he’s trying to fight it but losing the battle, his voice trembling. “yes, yes, yes.”

you can tell he’s close with the way his whole body trembles, the leather of the cushion giving, creaking under his intense grip. he’s unraveling, shaking, barely holding on. “c’mon, chief, be a good boy for me. cum. ”

he’s whining so loudly now, hips moving with renewed vigor, hole greedily stretching along your strap, the silicone shining with lube. chief’s jerking harder and faster against you now, desperate as he chases his release, body quaking under the intense pressure. “a-ah, fuck—” then he finally erupts, muscles in his legs tensing, body shuddering violently. his release comes in hot, heavy bursts, ropes of cum shooting from his cock, making a mess of the leather.

and then you’re reaching between his legs, grabbing his cock, smearing his cum all over his length—wet, sticky, messy —as you jerk him through his orgasm, forcing him into overstimulation. he tries grasping your wrist to stop the movements of your hand, but he can’t stop the mewls spilling from his lips, eyes rolling so hard they ache. his hips jerk forward into your thrusts. the squelching, slick sounds pick up in volume the longer you continue to work his cock, a thick pool of cum puddling on the leather beneath him.

“s-stop, too much—!” his free hand slaps at the cushion as a way of showing his surrender, yet his cock continues to drool between his legs, thick strands of cum dangling from his tip. your hand slides down his length, wrapping around his balls and giving them a quick squeeze, a high-pitched moan escapes him, and then you’re releasing him.

you stay inside him, letting his hole grasp at the fake cock while he comes down from his orgasm, aftershocks making him tremble. “did so good,” you murmur, pressing a hand against his lower back, thumb rubbing soothing circles into the skin.

he whimpers quietly, the praise making the blush on his face darken. you can tell he feels a bit embarrassed. having come undone in such a way that was unlike him, letting you completely ruin him. or rather he ruined himself with the way he fucked himself on you. the image of him like this will stay in your mind til the next time it happens. which, if you have it your way, will be very soon, but he was a busy man. at least you can say you helped work off some of his stress.

“we have to get cleaned up, my dear chief.” yet you make no attempt at moving. the chief of the mbcc excusing himself to be with one of his sinners is not uncommon, however, when they were gone for as long as you two were, word starts to spread. “wouldn’t want anyone seeing you like this.”

you say this in a teasing manner, but you also mean it. you want no one seeing your chief in such a state. only you can ever see him so completely and utterly wrecked, tear tracks dried on his face, lips swollen, and ass reddened from how hard he’d been fucked.

he’s quiet for a moment, a shaky breath leaving him, and you slide your hands down his sides and back, softly humming to him, as he regains himself. “okay,” he says quietly, after a moment.

knowing you don’t have time to properly look after him like you want to, you settle on what you can do and say for now. you want nothing more than to clean him up and have him in your room while you pamper him, but you know that’s impossible right now. “later, we’ll have a bath, and settle in for the night, yeah?”

and his voice is quiet again, a soft, content sigh leaving him, “okay.”

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gonna post my m!chief fic here ig, it’s been sitting in my drafts forever

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and if i said i wanted to temporarily return to make some roommate!sukuna posts 🤨

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i fear i’ve forgotten the way i would write them

this one is gonna have to be more fic like i suppose

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and if i said i wanted to temporarily return to make some roommate!sukuna posts 🤨

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I know this is late but do u ever plan on updating the Helena Harper fic?

yes! i haven’t finished writing part two yet bc i’m not currently fixated on re, it’s one piece of media where i have to be rly into it to write for it! and plus i have to be fixated on that particular game, like the last time my fixation came back it was w re5. but i do have some of it written out! like i said i just have to be zoned in on it to write for it

even tho i left this blog behind, any on-going fics or fics where i promised a part two will still be posted here!

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i havent been able to log into this account for over a month, like mobile was frozen and pc would just keep redirecting to the log in page. but if anyone wants my new blog url you can dm me and ill give it to you. i was gonna give it out after i posted a specific sukuna fic but i havent been able to write so, yeah.

i mean if anyone is interested in my new blog

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I know I said I wanted to post this one last fic, but like i’m still nervous bc it’s the omega ness fic lol

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FUCK IT WE BALL

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what I can give (let it be enough), alexis ness.

you stay knowing you’re not enough. that you’re not what he wants. just for tonight though, you’ll be what he needs.

ness x fem!reader (omegaverse) 4.5k words content: needy, desperate ness, modern omegaverse, omega / omega, some angst ig, heat cycles, unrequited love sort of ig, over the clothes, soft smut, tenderness, hand jobs, anal fingering (male), anal (male), use of sex toys, idk what else to tag, prolly ooc ness esp at the end note: it’s just smut. sooo, my knowledge of the omegaverse is very spotty. i haven’t been into it since i was idk how old. so i’m just winging it tbh, if it don’t make sense i apologize, my fault u know. i had someone like skim thru it and they said it was okay so. but u know don’t come for me if its not good i’ll cry, also if u see this disappear no u didn’t. also idk how to say this but the smut is written intentionally like that, if that makes sense like i tried to make it not as graphic like i usually would, sorry for the yap

you always knew growing up that ness was never interested in anyone other than alphas. he made that clear when you “jokingly” brought it up one day that you’d like to be with him.

when he told you the first time, you should’ve known not to even bring it up again. but you were holding out, hoping that he’d change his mind. he never did, so you had to sit and listen to him ramble on about new alphas he’d meet, how he thought some of them could be the one.

you’d sit there with a forced smile, hands folded in your lap as you tried to play the part of just his best friend.

you wish you had never told him how you felt. then maybe you wouldn’t have found yourself in this situation.

he’d been quiet for a few days, you didn’t really worry at first as you knew his heat was approaching, and he usually took the days leading up to it away from everyone else. you were the same, too, so there was nothing you could honestly say.

no, there was no problem.

not until you forgot one day when stopping at a convenience store by his apartment. you figured you’d pick him up some of his favorite snacks and bring them to him.

you should’ve never done that.

you stare down wide-eyed and unblinking at your shaking hands til your vision blurs around the edges. tears gather along your waterline the longer you stand there. what the fuck are you supposed to do?

you aren’t meant for this. he needs someone else—needs an alpha.

but the thought of him with someone else makes your heart hurt, and your lips twist until they tremble as you try not to cry.

a needy, pained whimper cuts through your thoughts, and you whip your head around so fast it catches in your neck. you’re in the bathroom thinking about yourself and how you feel when your best friend is in the room, desperate for some relief.

“i’m coming alexis!” you hope you didn’t sound too unsteady. the last thing you need is for him to start worrying about you; this is about him and the help he needs.

splashing some water on your face, you grip the edges of the sink, staring at your reflection in the mirror.

“it’s going to be okay, he needs me.”

when you step back into his bedroom, you see him curled up into a ball, blankets upon blankets laid out and bunched up, soft pillows underneath him.

he gives another whine, trembling where he lies, one hand shoved tight between his thighs.

“oh, alexis.”

you’re quick to rush to his side, pressing in as close as you possibly can and as close as ness wants you to be. you run a hand through his soft hair, nails scratching along his scalp, and he lets out a soft little noise, leaning into your touch.

“n-need. . .” he’s gasping, body trembling as he grabs the front of your shirt with his free hand. “need an alpha.”

and that stings, makes your heart ache a little harder, even though you know he’s right. what were you, an omega, supposed to do to help him?

you’ve never been with another omega before, despite your wanting to with ness. sure, you knew how to get through your heats by yourself, but you’ve never helped a fellow omega out.

moving in closer, your knee brushes his thigh, and his legs are dropping open, inviting you in.

“i-i can help.” though you’re not sure if you’re reassuring yourself or ness.

then you’re lying down, pressing yourself impossibly closer to ness til you’re squished against him. and he turns his head to look at you, gaze lidded, darting down to look at your lips before they’re back on you.

hesitantly you move a hand, fingers splaying out against his chest. his heart’s beating so fast that you’d be concerned if the situation wasn’t what it currently is.

and then your hand is moving lower, sliding down his stomach til it reaches the bottom of his shirt. it had ridden up a little, showing you a peek of his soft skin.

you’d seen him shirtless countless times. it was the norm for you, but now, when he’s like this makes it harder to look away, to pretend it isn’t happening. when you lift his shirt up, exposing the expanse of his stomach, your breath catches just a little bit.

swallowing thickly, you redirect your gaze back to ness who’s already looking at you. it makes you gasp, because he’s looking at you like you’re enough. like you are meant to be here. with him.

you let out a stuttering breath, this moment here with him is something tender. something you’ve been craving all your life.

“i’m going to help you, alexis.”

“please. . .” he whimpers.

“okay,” you exhale deeply, hand venturing lower, fingers catching on the waistband of his shorts. they trail lower, smoothing over his bulge and giving it a soft squeeze. ness chokes, hips rolling upwards, mouth falling a little slack. when you do it again, his eyes flutter back til only the whites are visible.

it’s wet where you grope him, his slick having made his lower half a complete and utter mess. but it makes you hot, panties growing damper by the second, you can feel the arousal dripping from your cunt.

“don’t stop—please.” he begs, reaching down to drape his hand over yours as you rub up and down his covered shaft while squeezing in intervals. his cock gives a little jump, twitching under your palm as you press more firmly. he gasps, hips bucking up into your touch, desperate for release.

“c-can you cum like this?” and he’s nodding frantically, turning his head to nudge his nose against yours, eyes clenching shut.

“yes.” he pants, rolling his hips upward, applying more pressure to his needy, desperate cock. “feels so good.”

and your breaths mingle, lips centimeters apart, but neither of you makes the move to close the gap as if you’re both afraid of what it might mean if you do.

you’re massaging his bulge now, groping and squeezing til he’s falling apart in your hands, hips desperately chasing his release, body seizing up. ness gasps your name, voice cracking as he grinds his cock against your hand, a shudder tearing through his body as he gives a final few thrusts.

he comes with a loud, stuttering whine, completely broken. and you think he sounds perfect. the way your name falls off his lips makes your chest tighten.

hot, milky spurts of cum fills his shorts, bleeding through the fabric, the wet stickiness of his cum and slick coating your palm. for a moment you keep going, stroking him through it, drawing out the last few pitiful jerks of cum from his cock. he grabs your wrist, not to remove you or push you away, but to keep you there.

he’s panting against your mouth, eyes rolling lazily before they’re settling back on you, and when he licks his lips, his tongue accidentally brushes your lower lip, an electric shock lighting up your system.

“need. . .” he tells you, licking his lips once more as if he’s itching for another brush of your lips against his taste buds, the thought makes you shiver.

“i know,” you shush him softly, bumping noses as you give his cock a gentle squeeze. “can i take these off of you?”

he’s whining again, a high-pitched, desperate little thing, and you wait for a verbal reply, not wanting to cross any boundary. though you feel there were some boundaries crossed today. 

“i need to hear you say it, alexis.”

“please.” he begs, cupping your face with one hand. “yes, please. touch me.”

and that’s all the confirmation you need before you’re sitting up, the lack of closeness causing ness to make a displeased sound. but it’s short-lived as you’re kneeling between his legs, running your hands up and down his inner thighs, slipping under the leg of his shorts.

he’s trembling from the touch, goosebumps erupting along his skin, a shiver running up his spine. he’s staring at you with a heavy gaze, though there’s a soft tenderness there too.

or maybe you’re just imagining things.

hesitantly, you reach for his waistband, and his fingers twitch where they’re clutching a pillow underneath him. ness lifts his hips enough for you to slide his shorts down, and you let out a shuddering breath you weren’t aware you’d been holding.

there’s a mess of slick and cum, it clings to his skin in thick strands and damp patches while having soaked through the fabric. it causes you to pause for just a moment to take in the sight. his cock is still flushed and leaking, twitching under the cool air as his tip drools a thick string of arousal.

you don’t speak. can’t speak.

you try to, though, lips moving, but nothing comes out. and your eyes flutter while you try to get your breathing under control. you were never meant to see your best friend like this.

a soft call of your name has you glancing at his face. he looks absolutely wrecked, chest heaving, mouth parted as he pants, reaching out for you.

giving him a shaky smile, you extend your hand for him to grab, and he takes it, holding so tight his knuckles go white. you swear you can hear your bones creak. reluctantly you release his hand, not before he fights you on it, to grip at his waistband once more.

swallowing down the lump in your throat, you resume peeling his shorts off of him, avoiding his gaze as you do so.

once they’re off and discarded off to the side, you place your hands back on his thighs, running your fingers up and down his flesh, watching the way the muscles jump under your touch. you think he looks pretty like this—laid out beneath you, flushed, body thrumming with need.

ness’s eyes are heavy, soft with something you can’t quite place. you’re not sure you even want to, because then it’d make you think things you shouldn’t.

but then you’re pressing your thumbs into his inner thighs, rubbing soft circles against his skin just to watch the way he twitches for you. because pretending like this is enough for right now, as long as he allows you to keep touching him.

and pretending like he’s yours is easy when he’s looking at you like that. like you’re enough.

if only that were true, though.

you try not to dwell on your negative thoughts for too long, knowing that ness is still beneath you, needing your help. and he calls for you softly, lids lowering when you press in closer, his thighs on either side of your hips, legs bent at the knee.

carefully, you wrap a hand around the base of his cock, dragging your hand up in one smooth slide, a soft squelch followed by the movement. his hips give a little jerk, a soft, breathy moan leaving his lips as he allows himself to give in to your touch once more.

“you’re so pretty, you know that, alexis?” you choke out, glancing up to meet his heavy gaze.

he whines, gripping the blankets beneath him, and then his voice is rising in pitch, thighs splaying open wider when your other hand dips between his legs. “oh.”

the mess of slick that coats your fingers makes you ache, breath catching somewhere in your chest. it hurts—how much he trusts you, for some reason. you feel as if you’re not good enough to be seeing him like this.

tracing the tip of your finger around his hole, you watch with rapt attention at the way his jaw drops, as if waiting for you to give him what he needs.

and your finger slips in with ease, and it makes you tremble, actually, thighs clenching together. ness whines, a quiet pathetic sound, when you give an experimental thrust, feeling the way his hole clenches around the digit.

you know he can easily take another finger right from the start, the slick omegas produce makes them built for this. that’s not what you do, however. taking it slow, you carefully thrust your finger in and out at a languid pace, matching the rhythm of your other hand on his cock.

“more.”

his voice is incredibly needy, thighs quivering as you finger him and twist your hand along the length of him.

“please.”

you nod, unable to say anything, all you can do is give him what he wants. so you press a second one against his hole, the tip of your fingers breaching his hole, sliding in with a slick squelch. the sounds are obscene, picking up in volume as you increase the slide and glide of your fingers.

the filthiest moans spill from his lips, hips arching up. then you’re scissoring your fingers, stretching him open even though you know he can take another if you want him to. but you hold off for now.

“alexis.”

he whimpers in response. you can’t help but notice how his eyes seem out of focus, face flushed a pretty pink, the blush dancing across his cheeks and up his ears. 

“you have toys, right?” you ask quietly, easing in a third finger, causing him to choke on a moan, eyes rolling in the back of that precious head of his. he really is so pretty like this, coming undone beneath you.

“yes.” he pants, “b-box in the closet.”

“y-yeah?”

“mhm.”

then you’re releasing his cock, fingers slipping from his hole causing him to cry from the loss of contact. you shush him softly, running your hands along his inner thighs, dangerously close to his cock again. your nails trace soft circles into the skin, causing his length to twitch, arousal oozing from the tip and down his shaft.

it’s hard to take your eyes off the sight.

“i-i’m—” you clear your throat, eyes flickering up to his. “i’m gonna go grab a toy, okay?”

but he whines, like he doesn’t want you to leave, even just the few steps to the closet would be too much. “d-don’t—it’s fine, i don’t need it.”

“alexis.”

his bottom lip trembles, and then he’s nodding his head, allowing you to stand and make your way to the closet. you find the box he mentioned in the very back corner. the contents aren’t really shocking—a bunch of various toys neatly put away. you reach for a knotted silicone toy.

you grab one that’s not too big, but not too small either. if you stay with him throughout his full heat, you may need to grab a bigger one later when it gets to its worst, but for now, this will do.

“take those off.” is the first thing he says when you’re standing in front of him again. looking down you take in the sight of your gray sweatpants ruined by his slick, though you don’t mind.

your lips twist into a confused frown. “why?”

“i want to feel you.”

those words make your heart hurt a little. he wants skin to skin contact, wants to feel your body against his. your lips part, wanting to say something but unable to find the words, so you just nod your head.

you place the toy down in his nest beside him, he briefly glances at it before his gaze settles on you once again. with shaking fingers, you hook your thumbs into the waistband of your sweats, slowly pulling them down til they’re past your thighs, letting them go to pool at your feet.

ness’s gaze is heavy, and you’re not sure if you can handle the weight of it all, so you shift from foot to foot, avoiding his eyes.

“is this oka—”

“yes.”

that has your eyes snapping to his, nodding your head as you kick your sweats away. then you’re kneeling between his spread thighs again, your legs tucked underneath you.

carefully you grab the toy, dipping one hand between his legs again, swiping over his hole, and ness trembles beneath your touch. “i want you to fuck yourself, alexis.” you tell him, coating the toy in his slick.

he chokes on a sound, leaning up on his elbows to watch as you work the toy. “but i want—”

“i know,” you’re gripping one thigh, hooking it over a pillow to keep it spread, fingers dancing along the flesh. “i’m going to help you, but we have to work together, okay?”

he nods in understanding, and you can see the heat building back in his eyes, the way his lids drop, the twitch of his thighs under you. he’s spreading his other thigh wider when you press the toy against his hole, swallowing down thickly, you slowly begin pushing the toy inside. the moans that spill from his lips make you shudder, hand slipping from the toy before you regain control.

ness falls back into the blankets and pillows, mouth dropping as his eyes roll, hips rolling upwards, taking in more of the toy.

“f-fuck.”

you’re not sure if it’s your voice or his, the word lost between your heavy breathing, and the sounds coming from between his legs. it’s indecent, the soft, slick sound as the toy is pushed further inside, stretching him open.

he’s shaking when the toy is snug inside of him, hands wandering across his stomach, the muscles clenching and unclenching.

without thinking, you shift, lowering yourself beside him til you’re pressed snug against his side. your hand never leaves him, instead moving to his cock, gently wrapping around it as his hips give a little jerk.

you hook one leg over his, thigh draping over his to keep his legs splayed open for you, to keep him steady with what you’re about to do. the feel of his bare skin against yours makes you shudder a bit.

his breath hitches, and you hand moves slowly, deliberately. “go on, alexis.” you whisper, the slow glide of your fist against his cock, matches the soft clench of his body around the toy.

his lashes flutter as he moans, barely nodding, his hand slips between his parted thighs, gripping the flared base of the toy as he slowly pulls it out, letting his hole clench around the head of the toy before pushing back in.

his jaw tenses, a hissed breath escaping through clenched teeth as he begins building a steady pace. it’s a stark contrast to the lazy movements of your hand around his cock, squeezing and twisting around his head with every upstroke.

“you’re doing so good,” you praise, and he’s turning his head to look at you, nose brushing yours as he lets out a soft, stuttering moan before his gaze is back on the way you work his cock.

your grip tightens just slightly, fingers coated in a mess of his slick and arousal. he gasps, hips twitching, cock jumping in your hold.

“feels good?” you whisper.

he nods, whimpering, “y-yeah. yes.”

it sends a jolt through your body, the way he’s falling apart in your hands.

you move your hand up and down in long, firm strokes, cum clinging to your fingers and snapping with every glide of your fist. he’s tense under your touch, his usual pretty magenta eyes swallowed by black.

ness is close, you can tell, his toes curl into the blankets, the sounds between his legs picking up in volume the longer he fucks himself with the toy. and then when he turns, your faces are mere centimeters apart, lips nearly touching, his breath washing over you in warm waves.

you make the move first.

just a slight tilt of your head, lips firm but soft against his, a simple press of your mouth. you’re afraid he’ll pull away, that he’ll ask you to leave even after everything you’ve been through tonight.

but he doesn’t. he kisses you back.

it’s tender, sensual the way your mouths move in sync. the glide of your tongue against the seam of his lips, and when you dip in for a taste, you whimper. it feels right, kissing him like this. and you wonder if he feels it, too.

when you part for breath, there’s a thin string of spit connecting your lips, trembling from where it stretches, breaking when your tongue swipes out to lick your lips.

“want you to cum, alexis.” you whisper, nudging your nose against his, pressing another soft kiss to his lips. 

he nods, panting against your mouth, thrusting the toy faster til his chest is rising and falling in an uneven rhythm. and his lashes flutter, eyes desperately wanting to close, but not wanting to miss seeing your face.

you’re stroking along his length faster now, fingers tightening around his base before dragging back upwards, thumbing at the spot just beneath his head, causing him to whine.

he sounds so completely wrecked.

and you allow yourself this moment with him, allow yourself to think that this is the norm for the two of you, that he’s yours.

that this isn’t just you helping him out in a time of need.

his whimper draws you from your thoughts, you weren’t even aware you’d slowed down the movements of your hand. it’s only when you glance down to see him rolling his hips up into your fist that you realize.

“i’m sorry,” you apologize, lips brushing his.

his next words have your body betraying you, and without thinking, your fingers tighten around his cock—his length hot and pulsing in your grasp.

“‘m gonna cum—”

“cum for me, lex.” and your lips are on his, swallowing down his moans as his hand moves rapidly between his legs, desperate and sloppy.

sweat clings heavily to his skin, further dampening the blankets beneath him, his hips lift up, panting breaths spilling from his lips, as he chases that sweet relief. and your hand never lets up, stroking him through it til he’s a whiny, whimpering mess.

he cums with a gasp, thighs trembling, as rope after rope of cum spurts from his cock, painting his clenching stomach a pearly white while he stutters out a moan. he doesn’t stop the desperate motions of his hands, fucking himself through his orgasm.

and you’re right there with him, stroking and twisting your fist along his length, drawing out every last drop of cum from his aching cock.

his body finally goes slack, limp, boneless. trembling. his chest heaves as he tries to regain his breath. his fingers loosen their grip around the toy, the fake knot keeping it inside of him. there’s a heavy smell of sex and slick in the room, mingling with his and yours scents.

then you’re slowing down your movements til you stop completely, letting his cock slip from your grasp. your fingers are slick and sticky, covered in his cum, trembling slightly. your gaze drops to the sight between his legs. his twitching cock and the messy, slick-coated toy make the heat in your veins boil.

“thank you.”

blinking rapidly, you lift your head once more. ness is staring at you with a tenderness you’ve never seen before, and it makes your insides knot. you want so desperately to kiss him again, but you’re not sure if that’s something you can still do, so you lie there with him while he catches his breath, neither of you having it in you to look away.

“you don’t have to go,” he says quietly, after you two have settled for the time being, like he’s afraid.

you say nothing, keeping his head pressed to your chest, stroking the strands of his hair softly. because for tonight you were enough, you’re not sure how the rest of his heat will go, but all that matters is the now.

ness takes your silence as a sign to continue, sinking further into your embrace, the heat coursing through his body cooled for just a moment. you both know he’d be burning up again, not too soon from now, but you both would deal with it when the time came.

“you didn’t have to help.”

it’s quiet after that, save for the sound of your soft humming. his chest rises and falls slowly as his breathing evens out. you’re sure your scent is completely engulfing him now, making his head spin with unwanted emotions, but you can’t bring yourself to separate from him right now.

that’s how ness falls asleep, limbs tangled with yours, nose pressed to the column of your throat, no thoughts of what all of this would mean for your friendship, the boundaries that have been crossed. the feelings that were left unsaid.

when he awakes the next morning, throbbing between the legs, he calls out for you, except you’re gone.

he begins to panic, desperately trying to move from the nest he’s created, desperate to find you to call for you. and he begins to break down, arms wrapping around his midsection, curling into a ball. he’s wailing, not sure if it’s because he needs you to cool the heat boiling his blood or if it’s because he’s scared that you’ve finally left after putting up with him for so long.

he doesn’t even notice your scent wafting into his room from the hallway or the sound of the door opening. all he can do is cry, because out of everyone he’s afraid to lose, out of everyone he’s ever cared about, it’s you.

he ruined what you had. pushed away the only person who ever wanted him for himself. it’s makes him cry harder, tears streaking down his face, his body wracked with a heavy sob.

“alexis?”

and he freezes, eyes blinking frantically to clear the tears.

“alexis, what’s wrong?”

he must be hallucinating, the haze draped over his form due to his heat messing with his head. but then you’re rushing next to him, dropping to your knees as you lean over him, bringing him into your arms.

“i thought you left,” he hiccups, forehead meeting your shoulder. snot and tears stain your shirt, but you honestly don’t care, too worried about your best friend.

“why—” you struggle to swallow, resting your cheek against the top of his head as you rock him back and forth, “why would I do that?”

“because you know what i want,” his shoulders shake, “you know that you can’t be what i want yet you still stay. why?”

you stare blankly at the wall, not responding quite yet as you think about what he means to you. how much you’ve both been through together.

“alexis, i would never leave you.” you tell him. and it’s the truth. no matter how badly you craved to be with him, knowing that he didn’t want you in the same way, you’d stay by his side.

“m-maybe we could find a pack that wants us both—”

that’s not what you want. you only want him. you never had any interest in alphas, despite what society tells you. you’d be miserable. you know you’re selfish, that it’s wrong to want him all to yourself. it’s unfair to put him in this situation. you never should’ve told him how you felt, it should’ve stayed with you until your very last breath.

“yeah, maybe.”

but you lie to him anyway.

[schilders]

hi

so i did make a new blog but i’ve only given it out to moots that asked so far. i’ve literally only posted two fics over there which is why i haven’t posted anything abt the name of the blog yet. there’s actually one more fic from ao3 i want to post here that i don’t rly want to post on the new blog bc idk it feels right to post here. after that i’ll prolly let this blog stay up as an archive.

like i said, eventually when i start writing normally again and posting a few more fics over there i’ll prolly give out my new blog.

ok that’s all i wanted to say 👍🏽

[schilders]

made a new blog under the name i usually go by. been thinking abt it for a while. idk when i plan on sharing it but i will probably start posting on it. maybe not right now idk. but i just wanted a fresh start. and somewhere where i havent embarrassed myself omg. or overshared too much. moots can ask for the blog if yall want idm. i plan on making the theme diff characters after a while maybe, rn its nagi. also plan on making a new ao3, and posting the rewritten version of tya there. and ig ill keep posting oor over there, idk. ill figure it out, just wanted a fresh start like i said ig. i plan on keeping my sideblog and rec blog, i invited my new blog to be a member so i can have access to it via the new blog too

[schilders]

i appreciate all the love for roommate!sukuna btw 🫶🏽

[chrollohearttags]

𝚏𝚘𝚌𝚞𝚜 | 𝚎. 𝚓𝚊𝚎𝚐𝚎𝚛

studying has been taking up a lot of your time (and mental energy) as of late. Your boyfriend has just the plan to shut your brain off for the night.

black nurse!reader (fem descriptors), eren is a nursing student (a few years younger than reader also) fingering, neck kissing, choking, facefucking, rough-ish sex, squirting, missionary, slightly aggressive rennie 🫠, daddy is used once, nipple play, calls reader slut, spit play, fingers in mouth, creampie, multiple orgasms

word count: 5.3K

🎙️: some of y’all might remember this AU from Wattpad and I’m officially restarting it bc my muse for the others are shot right now. If you’re not familiar with it, I apologize in advance bc I promise it’s not this smutty and juicy in the slightest ☠️ I’m just in a mood. Also, this is my first fic in almost two months, please be nice or I’ll cry!

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“You know you play too fucking much, right?”

“Mmmm..nah, I don’t think I’ve played enough. Look at you. All tense and shit.”

if there was one word in the entire English language that you could use to describe your mood at the moment, it’d most certainly be irritable. To the highest degree..and granted, that could have been chocked up to the fact that you hadn’t eaten in hours, you’d been staring at textbooks and computer screens since four in the afternoon and your phone screen read nine thirty..and to really add the proverbial icing atop the cake, this annoying ass man would not leave you alone! Here it was only a week away from your BSN final; two from his N-CLEX exam and here he was bullshitting as per usual. It was how he approached most things in life, his mantra if you will. No need to stress, what’s meant to be will happen.

too bad, you couldn’t take on those sorts of ideologies when so much was at stake! Not when the results of these tests would determine your future as an RN and instructor, and his career as a nurse in general. You’d met Eren Jaeger almost three years ago when he was merely a patient at the office you worked for during your initial internship..earning clinical hours and experience in the field. He was most certainly the liveliest one you’d seen in Dr. Smith’s office and there was never an appointment where you didn’t leave in stitches because he’d made you laugh so hard. However, you pegged him as the rich kid, the son of a doctor with no ambition or common sense...always looking to make a joke out of everything.

so imagine your surprise when you were tasked with not only supervising an entire floor but the local nursing school recruits as well and the first person to come traipsing through those heavy double doors was him! And even more so, in six months time, he’d have you wooed and swept off your feet. That same charm and wit that had you cackling during his appointments were the same ones that made you nearly spit your drink out when you were on a date and eased serious tension among your staff after a rough night on the floor. Just being in his presence brought you immense comfort. However, at the moment…

“Look, Eren. I’m busy, find sum’ else to do, for real.”

you weren’t in the mood for any of it! This exam had been causing you immense stress and it seemed that no matter how hard you studied, retaining information was impossible. Nothing stuck and you were at your wits end..certainly not in the mood for childish antics.

”I’m trying but you don’t want to stop—“

“Maybe because everything isn’t a goddamn joke to me.”

Eren could see the frustration, hence why he had come up behind you, in a half assed attempt to make you scared and somehow wound up groping your chest in the process. Admittedly, he’d never seen you act like this..never even so much as raise your voice at him and here you were, lashing out. Part of him understood your feelings. He knew how important this was and although he wasn’t showing it, he was equally as nervous for his own test. But regardless, nothing was going to change tonight and especially by sitting here irate and snappy. The only thing he wanted to do was shut his brain off and wanted his beloved (y/n) to follow suit..and he was willing to make it happen by any means!

“Eren, what did I just say—“

one thing that he had learned since being together was that once your mind was resigned to something..there was no changing it. So rather than spend time arguing with you, he had another solution!

“..I heard you, I don’t give a fuck about all that right now…’just trying to help..”

“You’re trying to help me by fucking me? Righttt.”

“Yes, I think it’s a very helpful tool for relieving stress. Seen that somewhere in my text book or sum’..”

“Mmm, I think me and you were studying different materials..but sure, why not.”

seconds later, his hand was snaking around your upper body, clutching your throat with the other steadily pulling the chair back and his lips marking your neck with soft kisses. He was adamant in making sure that you got proper rest and a distraction. What better way to do so than to wear you down? Eventually, you’d find those large hands of his snaking around to the front, making home back on your plump breasts..soft, voluptuous and perky as they sat up in your tank top. He could see you visibly enjoying this little tease, indicative by the way your muscles relaxed. He’d continue to massage them until your legs almost instinctively parted.

That’s when, before you even had time to react, he’d spin you around to face him. His grasp still firm around your throat as he moved in for a kiss. Your tongues collided in a steamy clash; smacking against one another as you attempted to catch your breath. But he wasn’t leaving you much room to do so, less known, attest him right now.

“Exactly..now keep those legs spread and don’t move.”

the command was so absolute and matter of fact, it damn near caught you off guard! He’d never spoken to you in such a manner. It was always so playful, jovial and even a bit needy during times like this. But alas, you’d awoken this side of him and you were going to have a hell of a time ‘calming’ him down. Even so, you’d follow his order just this once and part those thick thighs until that plump center, sheathed by the smallest pair of shorts he’d ever seen. Your physique truly was something special…thick in all of the correct areas with stretch marks and a semi-pudgy tummy to match. Your belly ring dangled from the gentle force of him maneuvering you around.

“Eren..I—“

“Whatever you’re about to say, save it…you don’t always have to handle shit alone. I got you..just let me help, okay? I promise, you can trust me..”

he was aware of your past..how mean and cruel previous partners had been so he was very careful in how he approached you. He understood all too well that being overly aggressive would only prove to make you anxious or even shut down entirely. His intention was never to make you uncomfortable. Even so, he wanted to see you give yourself to him fully…trust that he would do right by you and not take advantage of the precious gift that was your love.

he would take great care of you to not only relax but feel pleasure like you’d never experienced it. Although you seemed a bit reluctant, you were ready for whatever he was going to toss your way! Assuring him that you were all his for the taking..

“Fineee…I trust you..”

without a moment of hesitation, he’d detach from your own mouth and move down your neck. Whilst those tits remained exposed, he’d prompt you to give each of those nipples a light squeeze in his place. Meanwhile, his own hands were busy gliding into your underwear, trying to locate that aching bud. That long, tattooed forearm gliding down the center of your torso as a result. It would also serve as a semblance of comfort when he inevitably brought you to ecstasy..

“Mmm..there we go, baby..fuck, you’re so wet already.”

“That’s because you were grabbing on my neck..”

“Oh you like that, huh? I’ll keep it in mind..”

you wouldn’t know it but when you first began dating Eren, he was completely inexperienced. Although he wore his confidence like a lapel pin, he was incredibly timid, shy and nervous when it came to intimacy. The first time you two actually had sex, he lasted all of three minutes before he forced himself to pull out and splatter you with a heavy load. Left a trembling mess, his entire face turned beet red as he just glared at you. He was certain you were going to leave him right then and there; flustered and apologetic, he’d try to make up an excuse as to why he couldn’t satisfy you to your full potential. However, you thought it was adorable! He’d worked up all of his courage to give you a night filled with pleasure and even though it didn’t pan out quite the way he imagined, he had made a complete turnaround since that night and had done good to broaden his sexual horizons. You grew together; learning one another’s ticks and desires, which he knew each of yours to a science. So much so, you practically melted within his grasp and wanted to see just how far he’d take it!

“Open your mouth f’r me, princess…” prompting you as he causally glided those fingers across your tongue. Your gorgeous brown eyes fixated on him in a lustful gaze..by this time, you’d come to completely face him with that tall, lanky frame hovering above. You were all but level with that rising tent within his sweats. Meanwhile, his opposite set of digits were good and preoccupied with your juicy cunt; tightening around the base of the knuckles and then releasing once he’d use the thumb to stroke your swollen clit. Such an awkward position to be in at the moment but it was well worth it for the amount of pleasure both of you were about to receive. Finally retracting the ones in your mouth, Eren would leave you with a trail of drool seeping down your lips and chest in the process. Looking fucked out and starved already without so much as even a single thrust yet..that was the type of desperation and submission he wanted to see from you..

“ ‘ren…lemme suck on that dick..”

although he was trying to maintain control, who was he to deny your very blunt request? After all, he knew if you were dripping now, this would inevitably have you overflowing. Just as the first hand did, he’d slowly withdraw from those tight folds and allow you to clean up the remnants before tugging at that elastic waistband. “oh shit..I knew you’d come around. Here, baby..”

suddenly, you’d feel that same grasp on the back of your head, tugging you forward so that he could align himself with the rim of those pretty lips. The softness brushing against the tip as he rubbed them around…teasing you. “There you go..kiss it—stick your tongue out..that’s it..” from there, (y/n) needed no further instruction. Without the guidance of your own hands, you’d take his entire tip into your mouth and begin to suckle. Suctioning in, enclosing the silkiness of those jaws around his cock. “Fuck..you don’t need me to tell you anything..just make me feel good, princess..like you always do—“

he was well aware of how deviant you truly could become when the need arised. From outside appearances, you always looked so poised and proper..never getting out of character and to some, you’d even come off as ‘boujie’. However, Eren got to see the multitude of your complex layers; dispelling the notion that you were dull or boring. Including this one..the very promiscuous side that would do whatever it took to get hers and make him climax too! When it came to the bedroom, you were adamant and steadfast in what you wanted and he had no issue fulfilling those requests. Eventually, you’d take another couple of inches before establishing a rhythm. It didn’t take long for the very audible sounds of slurping and gagging to emit as a result. You’d gaze up to see Eren’s head resting back on his shoulder blades; groans spilling out in a whiny huff as a result of it all. You could be rather relentless when it came to pleasuring him but he didn’t mind it one single bit, of course!

“Oh my—shit, baby. You take me so good..fucking your own face like that. I love it..”

those words only served as further encouragement and inevitably prompted you to cradle his balls in addition, knowing how sensitive they were. Giving them a light squeeze, you’d continue forcing his shaft between your jaws; the sloppy wet strings of drool pooling down your chest serving as a testament to how much you were enjoying yourself. Where limits should have existed, there were none and it wasn’t long before he’d find himself buried to the hilt of your throat with your forehead scraping his pelvis. With that salacious gaze fixated on him, Eren had to all but restrain himself from forcing a load down your esophagus. But to be fair, this was the outcome he desired so badly and kept pestering you for.

“F—fuck! You’re not playing fair, baby.. ‘gonna make me come if you don’t stop..”

that deep tone with breathy whimpers cried out as he struggled to maintain his composure. However, you weren’t interested in letting up when he so rudely disturbed your study session. He was going to pay for breaking your focus! In a quick slight of hand, you’d shift his member into your palm and his sack in between your lips. Making slow jerking motions until you’d lean back up and coat both with exorbitant amounts of saliva. Seeing how filthy and unabashed you had become for him was causing Eren to lose his mind. Sometimes, he felt as though he couldn’t keep up with you and this was one of those moments. Although this little sexual escapade was his idea, you’d seem to have taken full, unequivocal control of the situation.

“That’s exactly what I want…”

“Then gag yourself on this dick, baby..let that stress out.”

that look in your eyes screaming for him to give you every ounce of his creamy nut…wanting to swallow every drop. Eventually, you’d begin to writhe around against the desk chair, attempting to create friction and stimulation for your clit. Your nipples had once again become extremely hard and the slightest brush was driving you crazy. Eren had heard your response loud and clear, which led him to sandwiching your head between those same fingers that had once curled up inside of you. He’d prompt you to take his cock back into your mouth so that he could work out all of that cum of his own accord.

the pace mirrored that of heavy, rough strokes..ones you’d get to experience soon enough. Gag spit along with loud moans poured out as a result of his brutal pounding but you welcomed the sensation..even increasing it by reaching down and fingering yourself in his place. “..yeah, play with your pussy, baby..” It wasn’t even a full five minutes before you noticed his stride beginning to break and his toned legs trembling. The last couple movements were off kilter and choppy but soon, you’d have your reward in the form of his seed. “Oh fuck, oh fuck, damn—‘coming—“

in that very moment, (y/n) would find yourself held in place by the tight grasp of his palms as he allowed that thick cock to pulsate in the back of your throat. The warm fluid filled your oral cavity until he could muster another drop. The entire time, his loud groaning was permeating the room as well. Once he was able to regain his senses, Eren would slowly withdraw and examine the aftermath. That towering six foot something frame would take a step back to truly take in the beautiful sight in front of him. You were drenched from the neck to your belly button in silky fluids…that wrung out tank top sat idly underneath your breasts and those shorts were halfway around your thighs at this point. To say he’d make an absolute wreck of you would be an understatement.

“Lemme look at you…”

proudly displaying his work of ‘art’, you’d cup those saliva laden tits and squeeze them together with your tongue dangling. By the look on your face, something told him that you were more than happy he’d interrupted you! “Yeah..that’s how you should look. Happy as fuck.” Shoving his thumb between your puckered lips, he’d then bend down to shove his tongue into your mouth for a sloppy peck.

but something also told him that you couldn’t be satisfied with merely sucking him off. You needed—no, you deserved more.

“Are we done? If so, imma be disappointed.”

“Of course not, baby..I got you.”

Regardless of how lightheaded that orgasm had made him, he leaned forward and took you into his grasp. Hoisting you up in one fell swoop to carry you to the bed that was a mere ten feet away. Once he had you flat against the mattress, he’d make haste in disrobing you of those clothes to render you completely naked. He’d follow suit and tug his sweats until they reached his ankles so he could kick them off. Once the two of you were left with only your bare flesh, Eren wasted no time in pinning both your wrists and ankles behind your head. But not before propping your head up with a pillow. A position that led to excitement riddling your face. From this angle, you could watch it go in and out together. With you exactly where he wanted, your boyfriend began the descent down your torso to that plump center. Those fat lips drenched in slick whilst that aching bud protruded between them. He knew you were already overly sensitive so he didn’t want to keep you waiting for much longer but the selfish glutton in him just had to have a taste of that divine nectar.

“Just be patient with me..’need to make sure you’re good and ready first..”

immediately, your eyes would roll to the back of your skull and a nervous giggle arose as well. Make no mistake, he allowed you to have your fun but it was his turn to take control now. Delving headfirst between your thighs, Eren began his quick descent onto that swollen pearl and lapped around it. You’d immediately grasp at the sheets, eyes trailing to the back of your skull as those feet dangled in the air. He’d keep you at bay with a hand clutched around your throat as he continued exploring those folds with his tongue. For a split second, his head would raise to make eye contact with you.

“Fuck..you really needed this, huh? You’re already starting to come..” alluding to the fact that your juices were spurting out as he scooped his tongue inside of your hole and rubbed that sensitive clit. It seemed his skills grew better and better each time you two had sex. He was far more attune to your needs and desires, even more aware of them than you were sometimes.

“Y-yeah!..how’d you learn to do that?” “What can I say? I got a hell of a teacher...” tossing you a wink and a smirk because you truly did turn him out when it came to the bedroom. He’d continue lapping and tracing his tongue intricately throughout your folds until he received the beautiful payout of you squirting all over his face. Try as you might to harbor restraint, it was to no avail and of no use…that tight entrance would spasm before more would spill forth. Just to increase that pleasure, Eren added a finger in hopes of coaxing more out.

“Give me that cum, baby..that’s it. Make a fucking mess for me..” and you certainly didn’t disappoint. The shower of sweet juices continued for another minute or so before you’d lie there, spent and breathless from such an amazing orgasm. Once he’d gotten his fill, your boyfriend would return to the surface for air and to get a good look at your current state. “You taste so good..love making you squirt in my fucking face..” Breaking into a sadistic chuckle, he’d readjust so that his palms were stationed firmly on the backs of your thighs and that he was centered right between them..in that moment, he’d slide his throbbing member across the sensitive core and tease it for a moment. But you couldn’t handle that at the moment.

“Eren, please don’t play..I need you so fucking bad right now..”

nearly in tears from the pending overstimulation and the overwhelming need to be stuffed full of his cock. Your walls would ache and spasm in anticipation; so much so, he’d watch you reach for his hips to guide him in. But naturally, nothing with this man came completely easy…he had to mess with you a bit for all of the resistance earlier. Just as you went to grab him, he’d pin those wrists back in one fell swoop with one hand and use the other to press into your stomach.

“I know you do…that’s why you’re gonna beg me for it.” Immediately being met with a look of shock and a bit of infuriation. Even so, you’d remain there, lying in wait until he got what he wanted.

“I mean, you were being all fussy earlier..I’m not convinced you really deserve it..c'mon, princess…change my mind.” he was so assured of himself and honestly, you were in no position to attest. The desire grew stronger with every passing moment and if he didn’t deliver soon, you were bound to implode. “Fuuuck, Eren! Please—“ “That’s better but not quite..tell me how badly you need me to fuck you.” Besides, when he hovered above you like this, looking so fucking attractive and domineering, you felt no other choice but to submit. So setting your pride aside, (y/n) began to grovel..whimpering and bucking your hips to meet the friction of his shaft rubbing against your wet folds. You’d tell him how good he made you feel and that your body was his for the taking, unequivocally. Finally, that submission and trust he had craved..best believe, he was going to take care not to break it. After your speech, he’d seem content and proceeded to tap the head of that appendage against you before gripping the base and making one full glide across the outside and shoving it inside. Sucking his teeth and moaning as he made place between that flesh.

“Oh fuck…that’s it, gorgeous. Right there..”

you’d release a whimper of your own as you became acclimated to that thick shape. You’d clench around him once before releasing and he knew he couldn’t sit idle for long. With haste, he’d begin slamming his hips forward, quickly trying to establish some semblance of a rhythm so that he didn’t blow his load too quickly. Upon being immersed in that juicy cunt, he’d find his knees buckling from the sensation.

“..pussy’s so fucking tight..and warm..oh God, I love you so much..” his whiny yet deep moans complimented by the sounds of smacking flesh. With your hands now planted firmly on your asscheeks, per his instructions, you’d keep it spread open so that he had ample room to give you both the satisfaction you both desired. Suddenly, his strokes would increase in speed and depth; really stretching you out. Jolting that body around as those perky tits bounced from the force. “Fuck!… babyyyy…” “I know, baby. I know..you just look so pretty when I’m digging you out. I can’t help but fuck you this hard.” Cooing to you as he bent down to plant soft kisses along your forehead. You’d cry out, maneuvering your hands to his back, digging your nails into it..you’d never felt pleasure like this with anyone else. The way he made love to you was incomparable. Even when you fought against it, he knew your body’s needs and wanted more than anything to satisfy them.

“That’s right, princess..let me fuck that stress out of you..let that mind go blank. Just focus on taking this dick.” Whispering in your ear as you held him close.

eventually, your legs would coil around his waist and your eyes would trail to the back of your skull in a haze of sheer ecstasy. You didn’t know what to do with yourself..all except fall apart underneath him. Your body was a bundle of tight nerves, bound together by the building ecstasy and you were bound to explode any minute. Unfortunately for you, he wasn’t done teasing quite yet..instead, he had one more move he just had to try in hopes of sending you over the edge.

“Eyes on me, baby..yeah, I need to see that pretty face right now.”

garnering a smile as he leaned back up and maneuvered his arms to fall into the center of your torso. Suddenly, you’d feel a slight pinch of your nipples before he began to rub them slowly. Tracing tiny circles as he continued to pound into you relentlessly. It was very apparent you couldn’t handle it by the way that cunt twitched around his shaft..you were bound to explode at any moment. Mouthing off about how good it feels as he made alternating motions on those sensitive buds; rolling them between his fingertips, squeezing and even leaning down to suckle them for a brief moment. The sensation lasted for a few minutes before he’d return his attention back to ensuring you got your well deserved orgasm. This time, with a bit more aggression because he recalled how excited you’d gotten when he grasped your throat.

“Oh my God…fuck! ‘m gonna come—“

“Then do it..come f’r me, slut..give me what I want.”

the name sending you into an absolute spiral as he never spoke that way on a regular basis and would never think to disrespect you. But this was exactly what you craved. To be used and made devoid of all feelings except pleasure. Suddenly, you’d feel his fingertips squeezing your jaws as he increased his speed yet again..this time, feeding you the deepest, longest strokes he could muster. The two of you would spout off filthy, steamy remarks at one another through gritted teeth, intense glares and breathy moans as you reached down to aid him by stroking your aching bud.

“ ‘m so fucking close, baby. I don’t think I can hold it..”

“Fuck yes you are..that pussy’s gripping me so tight right now..goddamn.”

Eventually, those thrusts became rather sporadic and Eren was rapidly losing both his composure and stamina. The both of you were so near your peaks that it was only a matter of time before you exploded. You’d try to outlast him but as he maintained that clutch on your jaw, he’d lean down to spit into your mouth, letting that trail drip down onto your tongue as you stuck it out. He knew what was coming and he couldn’t be vexed to continue anticipating it so your boyfriend decided to assist with a little extra lubrication.

“Get yourself off..I’m not fucking waiting..” Without hesitation, (y/n) scooped that saliva out your mouth and onto your fingertips to massage that clit once more. You were rubbing so fast, your head began to grow fuzzy and soon, nothing but an image of static and blackness would fill your vision as you released all over him; voiding yourself of all those warm, sweet sticky juices as they sprayed his abdomen. Right above the incisions from some prior operations..he wore it as a badge of honor quite frankly. That a woman who once took care of him, was now having all of her wants and needs fulfilled. His cock sat idly inside of you until that stream became too powerful and all but pushed him out. That’s when he’d simply grasp the base of his throbbing member and tap against your slit.

“Shit! Oh my gosh..”

“Ahhh..fuck. That’s it..I knew if I got in it deep enough, you’d squirt for me again, baby. That’s my girl..”

“Fuuuck, it feels so good!”

You’d continue spraying until you convulsed uncontrollably. He was still in awe of the mess you’d made but there was still the task of releasing his own. Although he loved the sight of you in such a vulnerable state, he couldn’t let up. Grasping your hips once more, he’d tug you down onto it and continue drilling you with his cock. This time, to relieve himself.

“Hold still, I’m not yet…need to..come inside of you..”

clutching the backs of your thighs, Eren relentlessly shoved that thick cock back inside of you, pumping sporadically until he felt his own legs begin to quiver. It wouldn’t be long before his stride broke so he’d bend down to grant you one last kiss and sweet nothing. Cradling the side of your head into his palms in an intimate manner. With baited, sporadic breath and whiny cries, he’d pour his soul out to you. Becoming almost obiedient and subservient himself.

“I love you! fuck…I love you so much...”

“I love you too..”

“Am I making you feel good? Did I do a good job? Can I come inside of you..please, baby. Can I?”

and without hesitation, you’d nod your head profusely and grant him his wish. But not without sending him spiraling with your last statement.

“Yes, please! Come in this pussy, daddy..I need it.” And from that moment on, Eren fell to pieces. Collapsing his entire body weight onto your own as your legs coiled around his waist, ensuring he couldn’t pull out even if he wanted. His final thrust came in a sharp, forceful thud before he’d begin to pulsate and eventually, release every last drop of remaining semen he had to offer. Emptying his balls inside of you shamelessly. Already spent from his earlier orgasm, he’d let out an ear curdling grunt, allowing you to claw into his back because he knew he’d lost all semblance of control and had probably been a bit rough. However, none of that mattered..you both were utterly satisfied and it was apparent by the puddle of tears streaming down each of your faces. Never had either of you experienced lovemaking so powerful that it reduced you to literal tears.

eventually, he’d finish pumping the remnants into you and soon, find the strength to pull out. Once he was able to gather his own bearings, he’d turn his attention to you.

“Are you okay, princess? I'm gonna go grab you some water and a towel real quick—“

even insisting he’d help you to the bathroom afterwards to avoid an infection and get cleaned up properly. However, he was shocked to find that his words were falling completely on deaf ears! That’s when he’d turn around to see you sound asleep..completely knocked from the events that just transpired. All he could do was laugh to himself not only out of pure pride but the fact that you truly needed this reset. Although he admired and looked up to your hard work ethic, even the most brilliant of brains needed rest. Those test materials, patients and everything else would be there when you awoke..but for now, you could focus on yourself!

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nagi hand job ? just a suggestion 😅

sureeeee here u go

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“i-is this okay?” you’re unsure, hand twitching where it’s wrapped around his cock. you can’t see what you’re doing, instead, you’re met with a head of white hair. your boyfriend having rested his forehead against your shoulder, dark eyes locked on the way you work his cock, the rest of his body obstructing your view.

“yeah.”

your lips twist, head falling back against the wall as you stare up at the ceiling. nagi shudders against you, his soft breaths washing over you, and his hips give a little jerk when your thumb swipes at the head, smearing pre across his flesh.

it was your first time doing something like this, and you wouldn’t want it to be with anyone other than nagi but you’d also like to see what it is you’re doing.

“sei, i wanna see.”

the pout in your voice doesn’t go unnoticed by him, it seems, his head moving, white strands tickling your cheek before he’s brushing his nose against your fluttering pulse and lifting his head.

“sorry.”

he lifts his hand to press against the wall by your head, standing to his full towering height. it makes your breath hitch a little when he looks down at you, his gaze slightly lidded. his hair is kind of messy too, from when you ran your hands through it earlier.

and you manage to tear your eyes away from his intense gaze long enough to take a peek down. a gasp leaves you, your grip involuntarily tightening, and nagi lets out a quiet, breathy moan.

“so pretty, sei.” you tell him, and his cock gives a twitch at your words, tip flushed a pretty pink, shiny and dripping with pre. and maybe it was dumb, you saw it earlier when he’d first pulled it out but seeing it like this was different.

“you think so?” he’s not really asking you, more so mumbling to himself, heavy gaze flickering to where you hold his cock then back to your face, watching the way you concentrate on the movements of your hand.

“uh-huh.” you murmur, not taking your eyes off his cock, sliding your hand down to his base before twisting back up in one fluid movement. you’re a bit obsessed with the sight of your boyfriend’s cock throbbing in your hand, the way the tip drools thick pre with every glide of your fist.

you suppose you’re doing a good job if the easy roll of nagi’s hips is anything to go by, as if he can’t get enough of your touch. chasing the feeling of your hand so snug around his cock.

it makes heat bubble in your gut, makes you want to have him feeling even better. so you look up at him, soft lashes fluttering, and you swear his breath catches just a bit when your gazes lock. “wanna make you cum, sei.” you tell him. “you’ll tell me how you like it, yeah?”

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now i want a nagi url