(Dr. Ramune: Mysterious Disease Specialist) I watched this like two years ago, and I'm gonna give it a rewatch this weekend)
Hellsing
kengan ashura( desperately in need of fanfics for these characters)
Vinland saga (I feel like you already watched this, but idk.)
Black clover(yummy yami)
Juujika no rokunin (the doctor is so fine you don't understand)
Lookism (I might've fallen for a man that beat up a teenager, but hey, das life)
You are so real for this list Orange Anon 🙏🏾🫶🏾 And I dont think I’ve watched all of Vinland Saga, only like a couple episodes if even that. This’ll definitely do until Castlevania Nocturne comes out ☝🏾
The eyes give the illusion that they’re tilting their head if anything, you ate this drawing up !
Orange Anon (any anyone else really) I’ve come to you today on kinky all fours to ask got new anime/manga recs 🙏🏾 I feel like I only write for the same 2 and I’m trying to see which animes are popping right now so I can be in on the festivities !
OMGGGG, lovies I am SAUR excited to be back and share my creativity and world with you all and build off of the equally amazing ideas you have as supporters of my work. As an artist, having the inspiration and drive to write after not having ANY for so long means the world to me! So come help me spew out more content for yall!! And what better way to do it than a Beyonce themed event?
MASTERLIST (TBA once requests start rolling in)
HOW THIS EVENT WILL WORK
♡ Underneath the readmore tag there is an assortment of characters, tropes/situations (both sfw and nsfw), and even reader specifics to choose from annnnddd even wildcard options for you if there's anything I left out!
♡ You’ll choose a Drink (character), Beyonce Song (situations/tropes), and your favorite Yonce (reader specific).
♡ The characters listed are not the only ones available, all characters from the fandoms I have listed on my page are available! The ones listed are just the ones I get requests for the most or ones I’ve been having brainrots for lately
♡ You can send in all sorts of combinations and be as vague or descriptive as you want to be. You can list multiple characters, multiple situations, etc, etc.
♡ For example: "Can I have a Long Island Iced tea, Cuff It & Energy, with Femyonce?", "Can I request Zeke Jaeger with the fwb trope and nb!Reader?" and even, "Can I have One night stand trope with Gojo after he comes home after being locked away for so long?" Whatever you want baby I got you!
♡ Enjoy grandma's babies !!!
♡ CMON AND GRAB YOU A DRINK BABY ! (Characters) ♡
Long Island: Reiner Braun
Margarita: Toji Fushiguro
Martini: Gojo Satoru
Old Fashion: Nanami Kento
Mimosa: Jotaro Kujo
Cosmopolitan: Dio Brando
Bloody Mary: Geto Suguru
Whiskey Sour: Jean Kirchstein
White Russain: Eren Jaeger
Daiquiri: Zeke Jaeger
Negroni: Gutts
Gin Fizz: Shigure Sohma
Manhattan: Levi Ackerman
Mojito: Erwin Smith
Lemon Drop: Shuu Tsukiyama
Sangria: Benimaru
Screwdriver: Leonard Burns
Mai Tai: Character of your choice!
♡ CHOOSE A JAM TO BOOGIE TO! (Scenarios/Tropes)♡
♡ CENSORED (SFW) ♡
ALL UP IN YOUR MIND: Yandere
KITTY KAT: Sidechick-type beat
NO ANGEL: Troubled!Reader
PRAY YOU CATCH ME: Cheating
JEALOUS: Jealousy
ALL NIGHT: Domestic themes (marriage, children, etc)
SORRY: Reconciling
ON THE RUN: Criminal!Reader x Criminal!Character
HEAVEN: Death
LOVE ON TOP: Fluff
MINES: Any trope to lovers
BEST THING I NEVER HAD: AU (coffee shop, modern, organized crime, etc, etc)
LOVE DROUGHT: Angst
HELLO: First date
BREAK MY SOUL: wildcard! A theme you think of that might not be listed
♡ UNCENSORED (NSFW) ♡
COZY: Cockwarming
ALIEN SUPERSTAR: Monsterfucking
CUFF IT: Overstimulation
CHURCH GIRL: Religion kink
PLASTIC OFF THE SOFA: Aftercare (can be sfw)
VIRGOS GROOVE: Friends with benefits
MOVE: Dominatrix
THIIQUE: Body worship (can be sfw)
PURE/HONEY: Onlyfans!Reader
SUMMER RENAISSANCE: One-Night Stand
VIDEO PHONE: Phone sex
IF I WERE A BOY: Pegging
6-INCH: Sex worker!Reader
SANDCASTLES: Hate sex
UPGRADE U: Sugar Daddy/Mommy
HAUNTED: BDSM
BLOW: Oral fixation
PARTITION: Car sex
DANCE FOR YOU: Striptease
ENERGY: Mutual masturbation
ROCKET: wildcard! A theme you think of that might not be listed
♡ CHOOSE YOUR FAVORITE YONCE ! ♡
Femyonce: F!Reader
Thugga Bey: M!Reader
Themyonce: Nb!Reader
Diversce (I thought of this one real hard): POC!Reader (you specify)
rich husband!toji who literally showers you with gifts 24/7. there hasn't been a time when you haven't come home to a huge (literally gigantic, like these) bouquet of your favorite flowers.
rich husband!toji who can't keep his hands to himself when he sees you come home from your maintenance day n sees you w new lashes, a new hairstyle, n a fresh mani-pedi as he kisses you all over n showers you w compliments telling you how lucky he is to have married the most stunning woman in the entire universe.
rich husband!toji who constantly shows you off at company events, he wants to make sure that everyone there knows just who you are and who you belong to.
rich husband!toji who takes you on luxurious vacations to the most exotic destinations n there's literally no point bc he fucks u so good over the terrace of you guys's vacation home that ur left unable to walk properly for most of your vacation :(
authors note: so um im really new to writing, might delete this LOL but i just wanted to give it a shot. theres not much here but i have another draft w a bit more that ive been working on but i'm like my own worst critic so we'll see lolz ALSO constructive criticism or like advice is welcome : )
♡ Synopsis: A quick drabble slightly based off the headcanons I wrote for Connie here. He’s the backshots king and he knows, you know it, and he wants everyone else to know it too.
♡ WC: 509, quick lil drabble
♡ TW: Filming, afab body parts but I don’t think I used gender specific language, dirty talk, doggystyle, cervix hitting, Connie is cocky as hell and you luv it, 18+
“Look at you, showing all out for the camera.”
Your pussy glistened like a diamond the moment Connie lowered the flashlight of the recording phone on it for a closeup; spreading your cheeks as far apart as they could go with his free hand to give the camera the clearest view of his thick cock stretching your poor cunt out. Your clit was slightly swollen and red from the oral your beloved had given you earlier, the remnants of your orgasm a white ring at the base of his tan dick.
You weren’t the only one showing out for the camera; Connie was hitting cooks and crevices in the depths of your walls that you didn’t even know he could. The fierceness of his thrusts turned you into a puddle of moans on the edge of the bed, a funny synchronicity between your moans and the ones on P Power by Gunna being caught on camera.
“C’mon y/n,” In an instant his hand came down on your asscheek creating a clap that echoed throughout the room, “Me and the people wanna hear that pretty voice of yours.” His hips snapped up against yours with a grunt, bottoming out in you just in case you needed the encouragement to be vocal.
“Oh, GOD!” You shrieked in a mixture of pain and pleasure. The quick sting of him hitting your cervix mixed with the sensation of his cock throbbing against your tight sensitive walls had you seeing stars almost. The facial expressions you were making were gold and that’s where he shifted his attention to next, grabbing you by the neck and forcing you to look up at the camera he put in your face impromptu. Through damp lashes and bloodshot red irises, your doe eyes watched him with an agape mouth as he came into view of the camera as well. That signature cocky toothy grin plastered on his face, broken up by grunts every other breath.
“I wanna hear you moan my name. Let the people know who’s fucking you this good.” His hips swirled into you like he was digging into your pussy like he would find a button that automatically made you say his name.
“Ah—CONNIE!” You screamed out into the sheets, gathering them between your teeth to bite on.
Ah, he found the button.
“That’s right baby, nobody else could ever have you like this except for me. If you ever catch yourself trying to go out with somebody else I’ll expedite this video to them in a heartbeat to remind them who you belong to.” He knew he hit a pot of gold in the dirty-talking category with that one when he felt an extra gush of wetness around the tip of his cock.
Sweat made his muscles glisten in view of the camera illumination when he lifted his arm to flex and show his gains off before he flipped the camera back over to showcase you guys’ fucking again.
Maybe he’d keep this one in the vault instead of posting it on Twitter.
♡ Synopsis: A quick drabble slightly based off the headcanons I wrote for Connie here. He’s the backshots king and he knows, you know it, and he wants everyone else to know it too.
♡ WC: 509, quick lil drabble
♡ TW: Filming, afab body parts but I don’t think I used gender specific language, dirty talk, doggystyle, cervix hitting, Connie is cocky as hell and you luv it, 18+
“Look at you, showing all out for the camera.”
Your pussy glistened like a diamond the moment Connie lowered the flashlight of the recording phone on it for a closeup; spreading your cheeks as far apart as they could go with his free hand to give the camera the clearest view of his thick cock stretching your poor cunt out. Your clit was slightly swollen and red from the oral your beloved had given you earlier, the remnants of your orgasm a white ring at the base of his tan dick.
You weren’t the only one showing out for the camera; Connie was hitting cooks and crevices in the depths of your walls that you didn’t even know he could. The fierceness of his thrusts turned you into a puddle of moans on the edge of the bed, a funny synchronicity between your moans and the ones on P Power by Gunna being caught on camera.
“C’mon y/n,” In an instant his hand came down on your asscheek creating a clap that echoed throughout the room, “Me and the people wanna hear that pretty voice of yours.” His hips snapped up against yours with a grunt, bottoming out in you just in case you needed the encouragement to be vocal.
“Oh, GOD!” You shrieked in a mixture of pain and pleasure. The quick sting of him hitting your cervix mixed with the sensation of his cock throbbing against your tight sensitive walls had you seeing stars almost. The facial expressions you were making were gold and that’s where he shifted his attention to next, grabbing you by the neck and forcing you to look up at the camera he put in your face impromptu. Through damp lashes and bloodshot red irises, your doe eyes watched him with an agape mouth as he came into view of the camera as well. That signature cocky toothy grin plastered on his face, broken up by grunts every other breath.
“I wanna hear you moan my name. Let the people know who’s fucking you this good.” His hips swirled into you like he was digging into your pussy to find a button that would automatically make you say his name.
“Ah—CONNIE!” You screamed out into the sheets, gathering them between your teeth to bite on.
Ah, he found the button.
“That’s right baby, nobody else could ever have you like this except for me. If you ever catch yourself trying to go out with somebody else I’ll expedite this video to them in a heartbeat to remind them who you belong to.” He knew he hit a pot of gold in the dirty-talking category with that one when he felt an extra gush of wetness around the tip of his cock.
Sweat made his muscles glisten in view of the camera illumination when he lifted his arm to flex and show his gains off before he flipped the camera back over to showcase you guys’ fucking again.
Maybe he’d keep this one in the vault instead of posting it on Twitter.
Warnings: not osha compliant. threesome (MxMxF), oral (F & M receiving), fingering, unprotected sex, possibly a little ooc, this is pretty much just smut lol
Word Count: just under 2.3k
Synopsis: some shameless smut between coworkers >:)
a/n: I found this mostly finished in my drafts and god only knows how long it's been sitting in there so I made some edits to it so it could be posted lol. posting this before i leave for work so if there are any egregious errors i'll fix them when i get home :)
jjk masterlist
As you go over the events of the night in your head, you still can't quite figure out how you ended up in this situation; sprawled across Kento’s lap, with Satoru’s hands trailing up your shirt.
Technically, it was your idea. “Girls Night”, or so you dubbed it; a bi-weekly hangout with Shoko, and occasionally Nanami. Gojo only tagged along on a technicality, not long after Shoko canceled, leaving the three of you alone in your apartment on a rainy Saturday night.
From the very beginning, it was clear Satoru had little interest in the show. Kento was less than pleased about his inclusion in the first place. Still you settle down onto the couch, intent on making them watch this show. You’re going to talk to them about it whether they want you to or not. Nanami begrudgingly allows you to press your cold feet against his legs, while your head rests against Gojo’s shoulder. Their hands were too warm—too inviting—to push away. The combined smell of their cologne was intoxicating.
You’re not certain who brings it up first. A small part of you wonders if they planned this on their own. Never on your own would you have dared to ask something like this from your coworkers.
It's a dangerous game you're playing, but when you're situated in Nanami’s lap, with Gojo trailing kisses down your neck, you can't stop to give consequences much thought. Your body practically feels feverish. You’re just a bit too pliable, too reactive to their touch. If Nanami wasn't in the way, you’d be squeezing your thighs together to get the slightest bit of relief.
“Stop grabbing her ass!” Nanami says, slapping Gojo’s hand away.
“Then turn around and let me grab yours,” Satoru says, his voice muffled against your neck.
Gojo’s hands find your breasts, kneading at the plush flesh through the fabric of your shirt. Tucking your legs under you, you sit back on your calves, allowing you to sit at eye-level with the two men. Nanami’s hands push up under the hem of your shirt, exposing a bit of your midriff. The two act like starved dogs, hungrily taking in the slightest bit of exposed skin.
Your shirt is thrown off to the side. Gojo tugs the cups of your bra down—a light, lacy one that makes faint blush dust Nanami's cheeks—exposing your breasts. He averts his eyes. Maybe out of respect for you. Not that your bra covered much at all, Gojo notes rather loudly, it's practically see through. In your defense, it was comfortable. Not that they care. They’re practically begging to rip it off. You make sure to unhook it so it’s not shredded.
“Look at you,” Gojo leans down to coo into your ear, “how pretty. What do you think, Nanamin?”
“Don't call me that.” Nanami says with a scowl.
“What? That’s what she calls you.” Satoru’s hand comes up to give your chin a squeeze. “You don't think we couldn't hear you in the dorms? Late at night, when everyone was supposed to be asleep. Calling out his name all-”
Just when you think Nanami couldn't get any more red, he does. He silences Satoru with a kiss. The man is blushing from his forehead, to his chest. A shaky hand takes his glasses off, setting them on the table beside the couch. The look behind his eyes is unreadable. Those same, shaky hands move to loosen his tie, as if it’s become too tight around his neck. His body has grown too warm. He undoes the top few buttons of his shirt in an attempt to cool himself down. The two of you are practically drooling at the small patch of his exposed chest.
“Of course you’d listen in on a girls dorm,” you say, rolling your eyes, “I always knew you were weird like that, ‘Toru.”
Though you can't see it, his face goes red. Gojo rarely lets his stoic composure falter like this. A small laugh escapes Nanami.
One of Gojo’s hands worms under the band of your shorts, into your panties. A shock of pleasure is sent up your spine the moment his thumb grazes your clit. Your body freezes. The sound of your heartbeat is heavy in your ears, which their voices are barely audible over.
“You think I was the only one?” Gojo leans in to nip at your earlobe, chuckling at the way you gasp, “it was his name you were calling out after all. You wouldn't believe how long we’ve been wanting to do this… Isn't that right, Nanamin?”
There’s no hiding the tent he sports in his pants. He’s painfully hard now, his cock leaking precum against his toned thighs. Kento swallows hard. Slowly, he nods.
“Should we put on a show for him?” You ask.
Gojo’s voice catches in his throat. It's not the response he expected from you, but it's not an unwelcome one.
You lift your hips enough for Gojo to slide your shorts—along with your panties—down your hips. Nanami catches them as they slide down your thighs, pulling them completely off, leaving you bare in front of the two men.
Gojo lets out a soft hum of approval at the sight of your slick cunt. Though he shows no sign of it, he’s nearly as nervous as Nanami. His hands tremble in such a faint manner that only you would see. To a waver in his voice that you have to listen harder to notice. He's breathing harder than usual. The only thing that gives him away is his hardened cock pressing into you from behind, straining against his uniform. You can tell he wants nothing more than to free himself, and fuck you into the couch cushions, but he has enough restraint to wait. This time, he has to share.
Your body jolts as Gojo’s fingers momentarily dip into your slit, grazing your clit. They’re followed soon by his mouth, his tongue working messily against the bundle of nerves. You’re too worked up to hide your shame, fingers burying in his snowy locks of hair. Nanami can only contain himself for so long, palming himself through the fabric of his trousers for some sense of relief.
“There—” you huff.
“Here?” Gojo coos, almost as if he’s mocking you. The absence of his mouth against your clit makes you whine. “You’ve gotta tell me where you want me.”
“Inside—” you say, “I want your cock in me!”
Your words nearly make Nanami choke. Gojo too. His face is red, and his neck is white. His glasses are shoved up into his hair, staring at you through half-lidded eyes.
He laughs, though you can hear the eagerness in his voice. “Not yet,” he says, “didn't you want to put on a show?”
Gojo’s words—more like his tone—make your stomach flutter. He's just being cruel at this point!
You would not believe how many hours he’s spent imaging you under him. All the things he’s thought about doing to you. Imagining how you sound, how you feel, how you taste. How many nights he’s spent imagining his hand was your own. How many comments in passing he’s made to Nanami.
Neither would you believe the grip you have on him. On both of them. ‘Your boys’ you’ve so affectionately dubbed them. Maybe they took the name to heart.
“It's only fair you go first,” he says, motioning to Kento.
“I want to know what she thinks,” Nanami says. It's your body, it should be up to you. They have no plans of doing anything that you don't want to do.
“You can't both go at the same time?” You ask.
Gojo hadn't even thought of that. Nanami had. He's gone over this moment in his head. Maybe a thousand times, if not more. Yet he had never expected any of this to come to life.
“There's lube—in the side table drawer,” you say, “my room. Condoms too but I’m on the pill.”
In the time it takes Gojo to go fetch the lube, Nanami is nearly undressed. All that remains are his boxers; a wet patch forms where his cock leaks precum against his thigh. Satoru makes some comment about the two of you starting without him, but the blood rushing in your ears is too loud for you to hear him.
Satoru finds a seat on the couch between the two of you. Off comes his coat, then shirt, then belt. His glasses are set on the coffee table with little care to how they land. He pours some lube into his palm, working it over his hand to warm it up. Your fingers work their way under the band of Nanami’s boxers, shoving them down just enough that his hardened cock springs free.
As you lay sprawled out on the couch between them, there’s hardly enough room for you. Satoru’s hips are flush with yours now, his clothes cock pressing into your thigh, while your head lays in Nanami’s lap.
Kento sits before you, stunned, acting as if he can't decide what to do with his hands. You guide one to your hair, the other falls limply at his side as your tongue trails up the underside of his cock. He and Satoru are comparable in size, both being uncut, although Gojo is slightly thinner. Satoru is shaved, Kento isn't, although the hair at the base of his cock is quite light, and neat. You swear you feel him twitch when you take his cock into your hand, then eventually, your mouth. He’s long enough that you gag, a mix of spit and precum running down your chin. A thin strand of saliva connects your lips to his cock as he pulls away, muttering a quiet apology. Kento Nanami, normally so composed, looks nothing short of starstruck. It must take every last bit of his self control to not thrust into your mouth. Your hands around his shaft—mouth working along his length—is simply too much for him to hold back.
Gojo’s fingers find your clit, toying with the bundle of nerves in rhythm with your own movements. A mix of lube, and your own slick drip down your thighs, and most likely your couch too. There’s a mess between your thighs that if the circumstances were even the slightest bit different you would be embarrassed. Your nails dig into Gojo’s forearm, leaving little crescent shaped marks. If you were pressing any harder, you'd be drawing blood.
He might just be into that.
Gojo enters you not long after that, smirking at Nanami’s thinly veiled attempt to stop himself from cumming. The noise he makes when he sheathes himself fully is telling; he’s not far from cumming either. Neither are you; back arched, pressing back against Gojo.
His fingers never leave your clit, working across the sensitive nub erratically. It’s just constant enough that your own orgasm comes up sooner than expected. And you do so shamelessly, clenching around Gojo as he works you through your release. His own thrusts grow sloppier as he nears orgasm, although he appears as if he’s holding himself back.
Nanami is next. To his credit, he does try to pull out before he cums. The angle of your bodies on the couch, mixed with your own eagerness to work him through his own release prevents him from doing so. When he cums, he cums lots, and your first instinct is to swallow it. With his thumb, he wipes away the little bit that's dribbled down your chin. Words of praise fall past his lips, although his mind is too addled with pleasure for them to make much sense. You lay there, your head in his lap, fingers laced with his as his cock softens before you.
Satoru lets out a whine as he's about to cum. Which, at least to him, is a bit alarming that he's done so this fast. Nanami spots it a mile away; the only reason you don't is due to your back being to him.
He intends to cum inside you at first, but second guesses himself, pulling out to finish himself off in his hand. From him spills faint, nonsensical praise as he cums across your back. Then comes the scramble of trying to clean it—you—up before a further mess is made. A guilty look spreads across his face as he glances down at the couch. From the floor, he retrieves a shirt, cleaning what he can off your back.
“It’s fine,” you say, “I’ve needed a new couch for a while anyway. Did you seriously have to use my shirt, though?”
The expression across Satoru’s face resembles a grimace, more than it does a smile, although he tries to pass it off as the latter. “I mean,” he says, a nervous laugh escaping him, “I considered using Kento’s but he’d probably strangle me here and you could just walk into your room and grab a clean one.” Satoru rattles on about the price of his shirt—the tailoring, and brand, and dry cleaning cost. You tune it out.
“You’re an ass,” comments Nanami.
“Yeah, I walked into that one, didn't I?” Gojo says.
It doesn't take long for you to get comfortable, sprawled across both their laps. To give himself something to do, Nanami’s hands find your hair, brushing it away from your eyes. Satoru’s hand falls upon your thigh, his other placed firmly behind his head. Were the circumstances any different, the repetitive, soothing motions would put you to sleep, but you can't quite calm your racing heart.
You turn your attention back to the TV, right as the two main love interests embrace one another in a kiss. Credits roll moments after.
♡ Synopsis: Headcanons on some of the AOT boys' specific style of backshots, hehe.
♡ A/N: You freaky frogs read the title and know wtfgo, face down ass up that’s the way we like to fuck !!
♡ TW: 18+, penetrative sex, afab body parts and use of good girl, nothing too kinky.
JEAN
Jean is the K I N G of slow strokes nation
That man is hung like a horse; his cock touches the top parts of his thigh when it’s soft! He knows the nuclear weapon he carries around in his pants is deadly and he would hate to have such a gift and hardly be able to use it because he knows how hard a dick like his is to take. Slow and steady wins the race. The last thing he wants to do is hurt you by giving you too much of him at once or accidentally hitting your cervix, so he takes his time with you.
Foreplay is a MUST for him to get you prepared to take him. His favorite way to rev you up is with oral. He’s one of those men that thoroughly enjoy giving head for their own pleasure, watching you squirm and desperately rut into his mouth for more when his tongue is already as flat as it can be against your clit and his chin is dripping with your juices has him wanting to stay between your legs for hours. Did I mention that on top of attacking your clit like it's a Baby Bottle Pop he’s fingering you with those long slender fingers of his to the knuckles so you’re stretched enough to take him? Yeah, he’s a menace.
He prefers to have you on the edge of the bed with a pillow underneath your stomach. That way he has easier access to you and doesn’t have to worry about getting in weird positions to make the position doable.
The very first time you had sex with him you orgasmed off that one stroke alone, but you would like to think that you’ve built up a better tolerance now (barely).
That first stroke is deadly and leaves you gasping for air the way his cock slides into your walls with ease thanks to the gathered slick and spit between your legs doing its part as a makeshift lube. He pauses momentarily to give you a few seconds to adjust and, truth be told, he’s equally as breathless as you, but as soon as he feels your body relax he surprises you by bottoming out in you. I told you, he’s a menace.
His strokes are slow and calculated so you can feel every inch of his throbbing cock against your tight fleshy walls and he can hit every sensitive angle inside of you. Sometimes when he wants to spruce it up he’ll move his hips in circular motions for added stimulation.
“You take me so well, my love. This cock was made for you and only you wasn’t it?” “Look at your pussy swallowing me up whole, you take my cock so well babygirl, fuck.”
Dirty talk is top tier and he makes sure to press his chest against your back so he can whisper it intimately in your ear. Also, he’s a back licker through and true. Do with that information what you will!
CONNIE
The cockiest man in the world when he’s giving you backshots, like unbelievably cocky because he knows what his dick does to you, but he really knows what it does to you in doggy style. Thick, beefy, and uncut all up in yo guts !
His favorite doggy style position to have you in is on the edge of the bed so he can use the leverage of standing up to pound into you like a madman.
Taunting giggles and snickers the whole time, he watches you fight for your life gripping and biting on the sheets because you’re in a position where you have no choice but to take all of his beefy cock. He even likes to go no hands sometimes, placing them on the back of his head and letting the sheer power of his hips fuck you to borderline insanity.
“That's it, be a good girl and take all of me. You just love having my thick cock pound away at your walls, dont you?” “Aht, aht, you can take it. I know you can you’ve done it plenty of times before.” With a menacing smirk on his lips and all. Like, sir, this is how you cause crazy ex-girlfriends. You’re ready to go to war over that dick now!
Dont let his cool, calm, collected, and cocky demeanor fool you because the moment your walls get to ushing and gushing around him too well he has to put his hands around your neck as leverage to keep himself from buckling in the knees.
On nights when he’s feeling extra freaky (which is every night) he likes to put his thumb in your butt for added sensory. Sometimes he can even feel the tip of his dick through the soft membrane when he has his thumb in there and that lets him know he’s doing a job well done.
ARMIN
You on your stomach with your legs crossed and Armin mounted on your ass pounding into your poor overstimulated cunt is his favorite way to give you some lethal backshots. This position allows the two of you to be deeply connected, he can’t help but rut into you like a dog in heat.
You swear you can feel his cock tickle your belly button in this position and he swears he can feel your walls suck him in deeper and resist to let him go when he tries to pull out.
Its so overstimulating for the two; He often finds himself collapsing on on your back and burying his face into your neck while whimpering and moaning about how good you’re making him feel.
“Thank you so much for being mines and letting me fuck you 🥹” “You feel so so so good around me. You’re going to milk my cock dry, go ahead its all yours.” This man is on the verge of pleasure tears because of how warm and soft your pussy feels around him.
Has perfected the craft of kissing your next while he’s balls deep inside of you. He kisses your neck with the same energy he would use if he was kissing your lips, tongue and suction going crazy on that sensitive part between your ear and neck. Best believe by the end of the night you’re covered in hickies.
And the best part? When he finishes either he’ll pull out and leave squirts of warm cum on your ass or creampie you so he can watch it ooze and drip from between clenched thighs.
♡ Synopsis: Your shitty emotionally unavailable boyfriend who only has a dick to offer you returns
♡ A/N: This was a quick lil 1AM creative writing drabble that turned into more than it should've. I'm a sucker for deadbeat Toji so I'm always writing him sawry. Also someone help me with a title for this because I can't think of one to save my soul.
♡ W.C: 1.4k
♡ TW: F!Reader, dirty talk, penetrative sex, doggy style, afab body parts, it gets kinda angsty towards the end. Enjoy 18+ bookies!!
You swore you had self control. Hell, some of those closest to you would even say that you’ve helped give them a sense of self control. Years of trials and tribulations that could’ve been avoided if only you put your desires to the back of your mind is what you have to thank for the wisdom you carried.
Or that you thought you carried.
Years of self discipline were thrown away the moment the raven haired heart bandit showed up on your front door with that signature smirk on his scarred lip that let you know he was up to no good. But then again, when was he ever doing anything good? It was him and being put through the wringer of a long term relationship (if you could even call it that) at one point in your life that led to the journey of you rediscovering yourself. You were nowhere near the same woman you were when he ghosted you all those months ago and he knew that which is why he was back. And you knew that too.
Soon as you out of people's lives and start doing good is when they start to miss you, or whatever it was Nicki Minaj said.
“No, I’m not doing this again–” You began to slam the door shut, but of course you were no match for Toji’s strength. In one swift movement he was inside of your apartment with the door closed and locked behind him. To be fair, you didn’t put up much of a fight or restraint. Whether you did so intentionally or not was up for debate.
“You know you missed me.” He teased in a sing-song like voice. Slick like a fox, his arms snaked around your waist and pulled you close against his chiseled chest. So close that you could feel the erratic thumping of his heart in his chest and body heat radiating off of him. Was he nervous?
Before your lips could even part to ask him a question or chastise him for holding you in such a loving manner like he didn’t basically abandon your relationship months prior; he spoke up first.
“I missed you.” His voice is a whisper and a reply from you is stunted once more by him when you feel the soft caress of his knuckles against your cheekbones. They lit up red with each lingering touch, a delicate side to him that you weren't able to see often. A smile forming on his lips knowing he still had you under his effect
If you knew it was this easy for you to fall back into your ex-lover’s warm embrace then you wouldn’t have even moved from the couch when you first heard the doorbell ring.
But, it was too late for all that pondering because your mind was already made. If anything, your mind didn’t have the capacity to think at all at that moment; the moment now moved to the bedroom where you were situated at the edge of the bed with white knuckles from how hard you were gripping the sheets while the madman behind you delivered the most lethal backshots to your sopping cunt.
“Oh FUCK, Toji, just like that, baby!” You did your best to moan out through clenched teeth while biting down on your silk satin pillowcase. Just like clockwork, you were back to oh so fondly screaming his name like he never left. Toji was enjoying every last bit of this. You could tell by the sultry smirk that grazed his lips, threatening to be broken every second by the low growls that left his lips. He was doing his best to contain them, but that was almost impossible from how good your slick walls felt clenching around his girthy cock. And he wasn’t even all the way inside of you yet.
“You kept this pussy nice and tight for me while I’ve been away, haven’t you baby?” SMACK! His large calloused hand came gripping down on your asscheek, his fingers firmly dimpling the soft skin before landing another blow. And then another. And then another until he built up a rhythm similar to the one you had going while you fucked yourself on his cock with little help from his mercy thrusts.
“Answer me, cmon you’re a big girl I know you can use your words.” SMACK!
“Yes–OH! Fuck yes, I’ve been waiting on you. Nobody else can fuck me like you can.” You confessed in a moment of vulnerability, eyes shutting on instinct when his dick hit a new sensitive fleshy part inside of your pussy that left you shrieking into the covers. Propping yourself up on your elbows, you moved in a position where it was easier for you to throw your ass back on him while still maintaining your balance – for however long that would last.
“Good girl.” He awarded you with a grunt, handing coming down to smack your ass one more time before he placed both of his hands behind his head. Watching intently where his cock connected to your poor stretched-out hole that was gripping on tightly to his throbbing member every time he moved his hips back.
Through hooded eyes you looked behind you to be met with a scene porn studios wish they portray as sexy on screen; Sweat crystals glistened across Toji’s chest, his raven hair was pressed firmly against his forehead with sweat almost covering his eyes, and cockiness reeked from his body as he thrusts into you with swirling hip movements with no hands to level himself. Making sure you remembered why you crowned him as your best sex experience.
Even with both of his hands behind his head, the loss of leverage didn’t stop him from delivering lethal thrusts to your pussy. If anything it allowed him the correct angle to bottom out in you which sent you and your poor cervix into a frenzy. The slight sharpness of pain mixed with pleasure was all too much for you after not having sex for so long. Instinctively, your hand went to his lower abdomen, slightly grazing his fuzzy happy trail, and attempted to slow his brutal pace just a bit, but he was quick to shut that down.
“Move your hand.” With the same velocity he had shown your ass cheeks minutes later, he was doing the same with your hand and made sure to pin both of your arms behind your lower back. It was something about seeing you squirm underneath him that made him forget just how crazy you were able to drive him at times.
Your presence was intoxicating to him and it was scary. If he had the ability to be honest with himself then he would realize that there was truly nothing more he wanted in life than to have you by his side, protecting and providing for you 24/7. He would even go as far as saying he wanted commitment, but how could he when his actions didn’t match his thinking?
He wished, almost down on his knees praying one night, that he could have the emotional availability to love you how you deserved to be. And at this moment, with your bare back now pressed against his solid chest and one of his hands clad around your neck to keep you close to him, it felt as if his tender fantasy could be a reality. One could only hope.
You had no idea of the tender thoughts swarming his mind, but they manifested physically through soft touches you wouldn’t expect from Toji like the gentle kiss he just placed upon your forehead. It was a juxtaposition to the hate you had been brewing for him in your head for the last couple of months, how could you betray yourself like this? You didn’t have time at this moment to question why you held onto this false hope of a relationship between you and Toji. You just wanted to enjoy the time you were spending with him now, even though it was far from idealistic because you had no idea when he would be in your presence again.
Maybe in that instant both of your tender thoughts aligned subconsciously; The two of you finding yourselves gazing at each other lovingly in the midst of lust and connecting your lips for a passionate kiss neither of you wanted to break away from, ever.
