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[ttsukko]

𝐤𝐨𝐤𝐨 ⭒ 𝐁𝐋𝐊 ⭒ 9𝐭𝐞𝐞𝐧 ⭒ 𝐌𝐈𝐍𝐈𝐎𝐑𝐒 𝐃𝐍𝐈 𝐰 𝐛𝐥𝐨𝐠 ┆ 𝐦𝐥𝐢𝐬𝐭.

latest ：❝ mommy ❞ — i. midoriya ( 18+ )

stat ： semiactive ( reqs open atm! )

.☘︎ — mha writer but working on writing for more fandoms!! please do not steal or copy any of my work & please tag me if you write something ib’d by me , @𝙩𝙩𝙨𝙪𝙠𝙠𝙤 !!

[merakidoll]

the music had the house vibrating, you could hear chatter from people passing the very door you were behind. you should feel guilt and shame, yet you loved it. when it was only you and eren it never failed for trouble to come. the dynamic of the group was simple, you all were together. but if you had to pick your bestie, it’s always gonna be eren. “good girl ma’ma” you hummed around his balls. your nails digging into your thigh to compose yourself. you panties stuck to your pussy, they were soaked, the white fabric having a visible spot. your tounge moved up his cock racking every curve and vein. when you got to his tip you looked him in his pretty green eyes and sucked him in. your cheeks hallowed, and a giggle bubbled in your throat when he threw his head back.

“swear m’fuckin the shit outta both of yall” you both seemingly ignored connie, he couldn’t do anything at the moment but watch in the dark car as he was doing. you both knew there was a large punishment coming, and it only made the act better. bobbing your head up and down eren; you closed your eyes taking in the burn of your throat. tears came to your waterline, and just as your began to go up for a little air, because eren was always the sweetest one- you were stopped. at the soft but roughness of the hands, and the subtle yet strong smell of cologne that you would recognize anywhere, you tried to think of how you didn’t realized it before.

connie laughed in the back, weighing the weed and looking at the bright facetime screen. yea, ony had left the call seconds after seeing what you two were doing how you snuck to a party, but how did he know? “no keep going baby, show daddy how bad you are” your throat burned more as ony pushed eren fully into your mouth. you gaged, spit spilling from the corners of your lips.

you could also feel a small cut forming from how wide your mouth was, but that’s nothing medicated chapstick couldn’t fix. through your teary eyes you looked up at eren, while he wanted to be scared he couldn’t. he was getting overstimulated, his tips was leaking with pre cum, balls full and heavy rubbing against your chin. he couldn’t look at you, just closing his eyes and letting his pretty moans out .

he bit right next to his lip ring, his cock jerking in your mouth, and his own hand grabbing at your head to keep you stead and fuck his dick into your throat. you were a toy, and you loved it. ony was now bent next to you, his hand gripped the back of your neck, and his lips kissed your ear, his other hands went under the short white skirt and rubbed slowly on your clit groaning at the feeling of your wetness. “you looks so pretty suckin dick princess” moaning you closed your eyes and pressed your thighs together.

“aht at” he growled pushing your thighs apart again, and slapping your pussy through your panties. you moned around eren, body jerking at how good the slap felt. you were so dizzy from wanting so much. wanting to cum, wanting to taste cum, wanting to get fucked in every hole.

“make em cum so i can take you home fuck that pretty pussy” your eyes opened slowly starting up at eren who was in his own world. “then ima make eren clean you up. cum in your pussy and have him suck it out, you like that?” you gargled on your own spit and mix of cum. you felt lightheaded, tears continued to fall down your cheeks dampening your bottom eyelashes.

“then connie’s gonna fuck him while he fucks you” his words came out growling, you heard connie humming in the background as onyankopon fingers continued to work on you clit building up the anticipation of cumming more and more. eren’s moans got deeper, his hips worked faster, his thumb rubbed at your cheeks, as he incoherently praised you in rambling you couldn’t understand. but you felt his balls scrunch and the cum drip into your mouth making you instinctively swallow. onyankopon’s hands stilled, his focus on watching your drink up both of your boyfriends cum.

“g-good girl” eren stuttered out, his hair was stuck to his face, eyes closed and cheeks pink. ony just watched you both, a smirk on his pretty features that you both should’ve been scared of. “meet at house in fifteen” he said out loud breaking the comfort of the silence. you both knew who he was talking to, and when connie replied with “heard” and a small chuckle he left the call. leaving you and eren to look at one another with wide eyes.

[ttsukko]

ommggg i’m wet

[ttsukko]

i don’t wanna write rue x reader after watching the second episode… but the voices. ohhh the homosexual voices !!

[ttsukko]

MOMMY (mdni)

you couldn’t ignore the fact that your husband!izuku lowkey has a breeding kink. you don’t think he fully realizes he has one but you’ve definitely picked up on it in the past few months

especially when he never fails to mention something related to that almost all the time.

“just imagine our kids, baby”

“you’d be the prettiest mommy.”

“can’t wait to see your belly all round”

he’d even started occasionally calling you mommy, saying that one day he might manifest into reality

no matter what time of day, he always managed to slip these images of you with a cute little baby bump in your head. you would usually laugh it off until he started requesting to not use protection some nights too “simply get the full affect” and that he swears he’d “pull it out in time”

and if that wasn’t enough to prove your point, the very few times you guys went unprotected, he’s asked to finish inside of you, which you’ve sternly shot down each time cus now he was going too far. you truly thought he was going crazy but he was unfortunately dead serious.

but now, as he has you in the meanest missionary position, hands squeezing tightly around your thighs as he slams into you messy and needy, your protest weakens

“so pretty.” he praises, kissing your lips before dropping his head to the crook of your neck, listening to how his every stroke punched a moan from you. “pleasee let me today baby. please.”

his dick twitched at the idea of being able to cum inside of you all hot and warm and potentially getting you pregnant.

“want to so bad. wanna fill you up and make you all big and.. and mghnn—fuck i-i’m gonna cum”

he couldn’t even imagine how perfect you’d look waddling around the house carrying his baby (or babies). he could cum from just the idea alone.

“i-izuu..” you managed to get out through your broken moans. but that’s not what he wanted to hear.

“please mommy” his voice cracked slightly, his pace becoming erratic as he felt his climax approaching quickly. “you know i’ll be good to you. whatever you want, baby—whatever you need, i’ll take care of it”

the problem wasn't that you didn't believe him. the problem was the way your stomach fluttered at his words. the way your ankles wrapped around him tighter. the way your body betrayed you by pulling him deeper like it was giving him permission.

he’d never full on begged you like this and you honestly didn’t know what to d think or do.

he made it sound so convincing. so perfect like you’d never have to worry about anything. like he’d make the entire thing worth it.

who knows… maaaybeee one wouldn’t hurt?

"tell me yes," he whined against your throat, hips stuttering as he fought to hold back. his fingers dug into your thighs hard enough to leave crescent-shaped bruises later. little reminders of how badly he wanted this. "t-tell me, please say yes."

your nails scraped down his back as he hit that spot inside you. the one that turned your vision white.

"o-okay! ” you gasped, your eyes rolling back as the knot in your stomach tightened. you didn’t know why you said that but you also didn’t feel bad for saying it. maybe all his mommy manifesting was getting to your head

it didn’t matter because the sound he made was almost wounded. relief, desperation. something raw and it sent you over the edge you were already half way over.

“you mean that?” he panted, face coming up to look at yours with half lidded eyes, searching for any uncertainty “m’ so fuckin close, angel. tell me you’re sure. s-say it pleaseplease say it ”

you nodded weakly “want it zuku, please…” you managed to get out as your orgasm approached strongly. izuku wasted no time burying himself to the hilt with a string of curses, hips jerking as he spilled deep inside you.

you sobbed out as you reached your own peak, legs trembling like jelly. well they were jelly now and probably would be for the next few months.

he came up to rest his forhead on yours, still breathing heavy. his lips twitched into a delirious, blissed-out grin before he placed a kiss on your lips.

“i hope that worked.”

oh yeah he was crazy

kokotlks — uploading after my long ass (but much needed) hiatus is so awkward lol. i am still getting to my reqsts but very slowly and im honestly just posting drafts so my accnt doesnt completely die. but after life decided to play in my ass i just haven’t had energy for reqsts or fixing up something new soooo enjoy my scraps until i gain the strength to write again lol. x

and also guys this is only fiction… for the love of god please USE PROTECTION!!!

@ttsukko

[ttsukko]

ꫂ᭪ 𝐛𝐤𝐝𝐤 — 𝐰𝐚𝐧𝐭 𝐦𝐲 𝐛𝐟’𝐬 𝐭𝐨 𝐛𝐞 𝐛𝐟’𝐬 ( m )

ꫂ᭪ 𝐭𝐨𝐝𝐨𝐫𝐨𝐤𝐢 𝐬 — 𝐚𝐭𝐭𝐢𝐭𝐮𝐝𝐞 ( m )

ꫂ᭪ 𝐤𝐚𝐭𝐬𝐮𝐤𝐢 𝐛 — 𝐜𝐨𝐨𝐤𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐰 𝐤𝐚𝐭𝐬𝐮𝐤𝐢

ꫂ᭪ 𝐝𝐞𝐧𝐤𝐢 𝐤 — 𝐰𝐡𝐨 𝐡𝐞𝐥𝐩𝐬 𝐬𝐭𝐲𝐥𝐞 𝐲𝐨𝐮𝐫 𝐨𝐮𝐭𝐟𝐢𝐭𝐬

ꫂ᭪ 𝐤𝐚𝐭𝐬𝐮𝐤𝐢 𝐛 — 𝐤𝐚𝐭𝐬𝐮𝐤𝐢 𝐚𝐬 𝐲𝐨𝐮𝐫 𝐛𝐞𝐬𝐭 𝐟𝐫𝐢𝐞𝐧𝐝

ꫂ᭪ 𝐛𝐤𝐝𝐤 — 𝐩𝐨𝐥𝐲 𝐡𝐜’𝐬

[amourflores]

happy ⠀black history month ⠀to all the black americans , the afro-caribbeans , the afro-latinx afro-natives , and other black diasporas. we’re strong and this was always about us <3

[krys4h-deactivated20260517]

bimbo black readers i love you

shy black readers i love you

insecure black readers i love you

baddie black readers i love you

hood/"ghetto" black readers i love you

chubby black readers i love you

weird black readers i love you

nerdy black readers i love you

neurodivergent black readers i love you

mentally ill black readers i love you

they could never make me hate you <3

[ttsukko]

Can you make a bkdk×reader poly. Where their at their agency, and one of them is frustrated, so they go to their wife and husband to leave out some stress (she asked to get an eat out).they kinda tease reader about it but are more than happy to comply.

Thank you for your time.

AHHHH MY FIRST NONY i already love you. & i love that yall love bkdk as much as me, it rlly makes me feel like im not completely going insane :)) i have state board for school next week so im gonna be MIA for a minute buttt expect some more poly!bkdk shtuffs coming soon x

[ttsukko]

in which › “i want two boyfriends and i want my boyfriends to be boyfriends”

w › poly!bkdk , handj*b (izuku recv) , language, dom!katsuki , sub!izuku , voyereuism kinda? ..

“i’m back!” you chirped, throwing your keys onto the counter and taking off your shoes. to your surprise, you heard nothing in return. nothing except your room tv on faintly in the distance.

thinking that they probably fell asleep, you made your way to your room.

“mnggh—k-kachaan.”

you stopped in your tracks, assuming you were hearing things. your body grew with chills almost instantly at the sound of your boyfriends voice.

you were no novice to the sound of izuku’s moans, but you were sure you heard wrong.

but still, you stood there waiting for the sound again … just incase

“ohmygod” it came out like one word, broken, breathless and desperate. that was definitely izuku’s voice.

you inched closer to the door. eyes adjusting to the blurry figures you made out through the slit in the door

your mouth dropped open like a hungry dog at the sight in front of you. katsuki and izuku both shirtless and hair wet, sticking to their faces. izuku sat in between katsuki’s legs , back against his chest, face flushed and head thrown back.

you followed katsuki’s hand that stretched over izuku’s abs and into his jogging pants.

“t—to much kacchan, I can’t t-take it”

he squirmed and moaned and whined as katsuki stroked his sensitive tip, fingers glossy from the previous orgasms izuku had spilling all over and down his hands

“then whyre you still cummin’, huh?” izuku could only whimper in response, but it wasn’t enough for katsuki.

katsuki’s other hand suddenly fisted in his green curls, yanking izuku's head back to expose his already marked neck . “huh, you fuckin nerd?” he egged, a smirk playing on his lips while his thumb swipped mercilessly over izuku aching tip.

izuku’s back arched, a cracked moan escaping him lips simply from katsuki’s word and you felt your own legs clenching together

“be…because—mmmgn-”

his teeth grazed izuku’s ear as his stroking hand sped up, squelching obscenely now. “cus’ what.”

izuku’s hips jutted up into katsuki’s wet hand, lips red and puffy from him biting down too hard. he was panting like a dog, his eyes rolling back from overstimulation and the approach of his third orgasm

“tell me” katsuki growled, fingers tightening in Izuku's hair, just on the edge of it being painful. his other hand worked izuku with brutal efficiency, thumb pressing against his slit on every upward stroke. izuku’s thighs trembled, toes curling into the sheets.

his breath hitched, words dissolving into a loud, throaty moan as katsuki twisted his wrist on the next stroke.

your own pulse hammered in your throat, fingers gripping the doorframe as izuku’s voice cracked

“fuuckk—kacchan please..”

“beggin’ ain't a answer” katsuki taunted, slowing his hand just enough to make Izuku whine, hips chasing the friction.

“because!” izuku gave in, thrusting into katsuki hand like a touch starved virgin, the knot in his stomach subsiding slowing “b-because it feels good when you t-touch me like this”

katsuki’s smirk was sharp and victorious. his grip tightened. "yeah?” katsuki hummed although it kinda sounded like a strained moaned “show me. one last time, handsome.”

then he dipped his head, biting down on izuku’s collarbone, tongue swirling around his skin as his hand sped up. wet, filthy sounds filling the room.

“yesyesyes—mmgghfuck i’m cumming—oh god” izuku moaned with a sob, cum splurting and spilling over katsuki’s fingers, and his stomach again.

katsuki didn’t let up, milking him through his entire orgasm. he placed kisses to his temple and forehead until izuku went boneless legs trembling.

shit, your own legs were trembling. the creak of the door opening had them both snapping their eyes towards you, izuku’s face immediately going red.

“oh my god..” you chuckled breathlessly, mouth agape. it wasn’t anything funny and actually you were painfully horny and wet now.

katsuki’s grin was all teeth. he had noticed you long ago but decided to let you creep, the feeling of you there watching only adding to his fuel.

“enjoy the show?”

well FUCK.

[littleshamrock]

WORK APPROPRIATE “yes they’re my coworkers. yes they’re my harem.” ☘︎ shinsou x denki x sero x reader ⸻ language, suggestive, lots of flirting, friend group of torture and lust who kiss and touch each other

thank you for reading! ❤︎ consider reblogging, leaving a comment, or shooting me an ask if you enjoyed :3

[bladebarbie]

hii can i request virgin reader dry humming connie and having a shared orgasm for the first time (w/out penetration pls) 🫦🫣💗

𝐁𝐞𝐬𝐭 𝐅𝐫𝐢𝐞𝐧𝐝- 𝐘𝐨𝐮𝐧𝐠 𝐓𝐡𝐮𝐠

Your heart almost dropped to your ass when your bedroom door swung open "Con what the fuck!" You ripped your headphones off your head. You didn’t hear him entering your apartment in the first place and you completely forgot that he had a double of your keys.

Connie was your best friend. The two of you's friendship was unexpected despite being in the same friend group, but when he kept you company at a party two years ago after getting dumped by your ex, you became inseparable.

"Relax, damn" he chuckled, throwing his bag in its usual corner, and jumping on your bed "fuck, I'm so tired, training is killin me" he groaned, making himself comfortable in your pink sheets.

"I don told you to stop bustin in here like that" you got up from your desk, slamming your laptop shut "and get off my fucking bed with your dirty ass" you kissed your teeth approaching the bed as you saw him sprawled out like a star fish on your freshly washed bedsheets.

"I'm beat and you screamin in my ear right now ?" he kissed his teeth, his eyes slowly opening to look up at you "give me a massage or sum, ma" he grinned, his sharp canines showing.

"I'm not your damn girlfriend nigga get up!" You furrowed your eyebrows "get up, Connie, I'm serious" you reached over, grabbing his arms to drag him off your bed. Foolish of you to think you could easily move this grown ass men just like that.

"you really are.." Connie laughed, grabbing your arm and pulling you forward, forcing you to straddle him to not end up in an even worse position "a fucking pain sometimes" his voice dropped, licking his lips as his eyes ran down your body.

"Con, stop pullin' shit like this." you crossed your arms, trying to cover yourself from his prying eyes. He smirks at the attempt.

"stop playin" he grabbed your hands, intertwining your fingers with his. Your lips parted to cuss him out but instead, a moan escaped when his hips pushed upward, his hard on pressing gently on your clothed clit. Your nails dug into the back of his hand, your hips naturally grinding to feel a bit more friction since the both of you were fully clothed.

"Connie." his name comes out a sweet whine.

"tell me to stop and I will" he said, letting go off your hands to grab firmly onto your waist, pushing you down even more "feels good, baby ?" he looked so smug asking you that but you could only nod desperately begging for more "Cmere" he smiles, pulling you in until your lips met. You indulged in a hungry kiss, your hands grabbing his face to deepen the kiss. In the midst of your make out session, your eyes snapped open when your felt him push your hips down harder on his clothed hard on, pressing your clit against his tip, drawing a nasty moan out of you “grind your hips, mamie” he whispers in your ear.

You obliged, slowly moving your hips back and forth, letting the friction of your clit against your best friend’s dick erasing your common sense. It felt so good and god it didn’t help the way Connie was fondling your ass, giving it a few slaps that only further drenched your panties “connie…fuck” you’re grinding faster and faster, losing yourself in his touch as he kisses your neck, sucking hard in the hopes of leaving some marks.

“fuck, mamie” Connie chuckles, at your increase in speed “I’m gon cum if you keep going like that” he groans, gripping at your hips to slow you down but there’s no use. After all, he was dealing with a touch deprived virgin right now “hmm baby” he lets out, feeling your pussy pulsating against his twitching cock.

Your moans are getting louder, you feel something coming up, your body is trembling. Fuck you’re really about to cum right now ? Just from this.

“God-fuck..connie” your voice trembles, feeling yourself reach your high, panties dripping and the sensation so overwhelming you barely notice Connie cuming himself until you feel the sticky mess in his grey joggers beneath you. But, that post nut clarity hit you like a truck.

“Don’t come up in here like that anymore, Con” you regroup yourself, and slide off that man.

“damn, it’s like that?” He laughs, watching as you grab a towel and throw it at him like some cheap whore.

You tried your best to act like he wasn’t the first man to make you cum. He was your best friend and you couldn’t risk ruining anything with him after all.

[dilfstarr]

THAT'S HOW YOU LIKE IT ◞

E. Yeager

☆pairing:Eren Yeager x Black!reader

☆warningノtags:Eren is an eater◞ cunnilingus◞ fingering◞ a single slap to the thigh◞ cocky!Eren◞ dom!Eren◞ sub!reader◞ masturbation◞ squirting◞ slight overstimulation

☆an:rewritten & reposted ;*

The sound of his keys scraping against the marble counter top was enough for you to break your neck in that direction.

"And where do you think you’re goin'?"

He chuckled before replying, "I have to run to Michael's for more paint and brushes."

"And you couldn't do that before you got a haircut?"

He shrugged nonchalantly, "Slipped my mind."

Shit always slipped his mind whenever he got a touch up on his hairline and a quick fade. You weren't against your man wanting to look good—no, but he can look good in the house.

You kissed your teeth, mumbling a whatever before going back to watch your ghetto Sunday show. The sound of his keys being dropped on the counter is heard followed by the heavy sound of his sneakers walking towards the spacious front room. He stood right in front of you—blocking your show. His hand was out, an invitation for you to grab it

"Move. They are about to fight."

"C'mere.”

"Eren."

He said your name as a reply, in the same tone you used. His fingers moved in a come here motion, urging you to stand up and do it quickly before he gets irritated. Reluctantly putting your hand on top of his, he pulled you up. You followed behind him like a lost puppy as he led you to the dinner table?

"Sit." He pointed towards the wooden table. He shrugged off his jacket, throwing to the side near the table.

"Eren no. We eat on this table."

"I'm about to eat. Now sit."

Now if anyone was to walk in, god forbid, they would think Eren is eating a good ass bowl of ramen. Just slurping and smacking, until a looong drag of your high pitched moan is heard.

He held both of your wrists in each of his hands, tugging you towards him to watch. His makeshift bun was lazily wrapped in the damp fabric of your panties. Your ass was hanging off the wood just enough to where your juices didn't drip on the table, instead dropping on Eren's lap and floor.

"Juuus" like that daddy! You s-so gooood to me!"

You begin to lean back, head looking towards the ceiling. Your breathless moans sounded so sexy, echoing into the high roof. Acrylic nails dug into your palms while your toes curl into the ball of your feet.

"E-eren! Ohmygoderen!"

With a tug of your arms, you're forced to watch the man making you act the complete fool. The peak of his nose was shiny and wet, as it occasionally kissed your clit. His eyes were low and blown as he watched you fall apart from beneath, drinking from your overflowing fountain. Your stomach was filled with butterflies when he winked at you with his left eye.

The sound of his chair screeching against the floor rumbled in your ringing ears. He scooted the dining chair closer, diving deeper into your delicious cunt. His skillful tongue toyed with your swollen clit before leaning and giving it a wet kiss. He glanced at your glistening pussy, admiring his work.

"She's fuckin' droolin’. Who got her this wet? Hm?"

"Y-you! You did, Eren."

"Me?"

"Yeaa!"

"Yeaa!" He mocked. "Wan' Eren to keep goin'?"

Nodding ecstatically, you tuck your bottle lip between your teeth. "Yes please! Mmm I'll be so good! I s-swear!"

At that moment, he knew he had you right where he needed you— desperate. "You gonna let me leave without having an attitude?"

"Mhhhm!"

"Say it."

He placed both of your wrists in the grasp of one of his hands while the other gently played beneath your wet folds. Your clit quickly becomes familiar with his rough fingers, causing you to jerk beneath his gentle touch.

"You can leave without me c-catch-ing—huggh! Fuucck-attitude."

He smacked the inside of your thigh before he scolded you. Cussing in front Eren was always a one way ticket for irritation from him. "Watch ya fuckin' mouth. Lay your arms out ‘nd don't move.”

“Sorry.”

Your knuckles knocked against the wood of the table, complying to his orders almost instantaneously. Without him having to hold you, he had complete freedom with his hands, mainly his fingers.

The sticky sound of your pussy lips opening up sounded similar to a soggy, syrup filled pancake being lifted off a paper plate. Your folds opened like curtains with his two thumbs. Your clit throbbed and your wet hole clenched, both from anticipation.

"You're such a pretty fuckin' girl."

He whispered, speaking directly into your drooling pussy. The tip of his tongue dragged from your winking, contracting muscle and slowly dragged it up. Reaching your throbbing clit, he swirled his tongue around it, teasing it before engulfing it whole. He hummed in satisfaction.

His arm laid comfortably across your tummy, keeping you parallel to the wooden table. You were so wrapped in the delicious feeling of your clit being stimulated, your body took a screenshot once you felt his finger tips graze your g-spot. It wasn’t hard to find, especially with him pushing your stomach down.

Your back lifted off the table like you were being abducted by aliens. Tears rolled down the side of your face, pooling on the table underneath.

"Guuuhdd m'so close!"

With your warning Eren stood to his feet, knocking the chair over in the process. He tugged at his belt-pushing his cargos far down enough so his dick sprung free. The combined noises of your moans, your soaking wet pussy being devoured, and the fap fap fap of Eren jerking himself were disgusting.

"Mmmmm'cuuuumminn'! Dontstopdontstop!"

Your moans were caught in your throat as the destructive wave of your orgasm hit. Your stomach clutched, pushing out your juices—covering his lower face and neck in your juices. Your hands gripped the table for dear life as you found your voice again.

"Gooooodddeeeren!"

The desperate sound of his own name tipped him over. "A-auhhg shiit—m'nuttin!"

His loud groans, borderline moaning, silenced yours. Warm spurts of his cum painted your sopping pussy. His breathing was sharp, taking a breath before a line of cum shot out. He was slumped over from the intensity of his orgasm, milking himself all over you.

"Fuuuuccckkk!"

You both took a second to catch your breath. Eren's shoe squeaked from him sliding on the juices beneath him. The plat plat plat sound of him slapping his dick against your pussy caused you to jump over overstimulation. He chuckled, leaning over to give you a kiss. "I love you, princess."

“Love you more, Eren.”

[dilfstarr]

SWEET DREAMS ◞

T. Fushiguro

𑁍pairing:Toji Fushiguro x Black!reader

𑁍warningノtags:oldman!Toji◞ wet dream◞ standing doggy◞ hair pulling◞ squirting◞ condomless loving [ be careful ]◞ hands-free orgasm◞ overstimulation

𑁍an:you guessed it… another rewrite. super short fic but one of my favorites ^.^

"Jesus, Toji—turn down the damn tv before you go deaf!”

You were walking out of the bathroom, entering the shared bathroom when you were ear-fucked by whatever the fuck your boyfriend was watching on television. His naked back propped up against the headboard, sitting up straight watching what seemed to be a UFC fight. He had his swollen arms crossed over his broad chest squinting his eyes because he didn't want to put on his 'old man' glasses; he said it makes him look stupid.

"I'm tryin' to get the full experience.” He grumbled. His voice was laced with exhaustion; he should’ve waited another hour before he took his routine melatonin.

"Boy—get the full experience in the front room if it's gonna be this loud. I'm about to go to sleep.”

He sighed loudly—over dramatically even, as he reached for the remote. You climbed into bed wearing Toji’s oversized night shirt, boy shorts, and your bonnet tied thrice because it’ll slide off and explore the house if you don't.

"Can you refill my water bottle?" You grab your Stanley, quickly chugging the remaining liquid before handing the empty tumbler to him. He took it reluctantly as he once again sighed loudly—over dramatically even.

"Toji, turn down the tv. Toji, refill my cup.” He mocked in a high pitched voice. “What would you do without Toji?" He asked standing by the door, his hand hugging his hip while the other one swung the cup side to side by the handle.

He awaited your answer with a grin. “I would be very delighted with your absence. ‘S that what you want to hear?”

His smirk quickly inverted, thin dark eyebrows furring in disbelief. “You better hope I fill this bottle with water..”

“Are you threatenin’ me, Fishyguro?”

“Absofuckinlutely.”

"Ooohmagoo-!" Your squeaky voice was cut short by the rough pushing of your head against the bed.

"Shut that shit up."

His hand grabbed a handful of your bouncing ass before giving it an award winning slap. He chuckled at your muffled cursing against the comforter—slapping it again and again and again to pull more from you. His foot was then propped up on the bed, using the force he had on your hair and hip to bring you back to him.

"There we fuckin' go. Juuust like that, baby.”

"Ooooo fuuuuck!"

Each time your ass clapped against his hard stomach, a quick moan left your pretty lips. Your hands found comfort on his thick thighs—nails digging into his flesh. He gave a hiss at the discomfort that brought him to go faster.

"You're gonna make me cuuuuum!"

He felt your body raise up as you lifted on the tips of your toes. He abandoned the grip on your hip bringing both hands to tangle in your hair, rocking you back and forth on his dick like an unstable boat.

"Mhmm. Cum on that dick baby, make it messy. C'mon." Broken whining left your swollen lips as your pussy contracted. “Haah! Toj’!” Eyes crossed as you came around him.

"Toojii fu- fuuck!"

"I knowww, baby. Keep cummin’."

Your hands attempted to push his rock hard stomach to slow down but he didn't stop— he just kept thrusting. Your liquid laminated his lower body as he fucked you through your release, chasing his. His breathing becomes ragged from the constant squeezing of your pussy.

"Fuuuck m'gonna fuckin—ugggh!"

His cum coated his boxers and his low deep groaning vibrated the bed underneath him. His hips rutted rhythmically, his stomach muscles jerking with every movement. His breathing was quivering as he rode his orgasm fast asleep.

He jolted awake in a cold sweat. His breathing was heavy—his dark gray eyes adjusting to the darkness of the room. Looking down, he found a very prominent dark spot covering his boxers. His hands rubbed his face—a groan of annoyance filling the air, "Fuckin' hell."

His heavy body shifted off the bed, making his way to the bathroom for a brief shower. The warm water bounced off his sore muscles as he stood reminiscing about his dream. Everything was so vivid and he felt everything—it seemed so realistic. It hadn't happened to him since he was a teenager so the feeling wasn't that foreign, but goddamn.

He made it back to the room, finding you still deep in slumber. Your bonnet was starting to make its grand escape as it was already on the floor, curly coils covering your soft sleeping face. He placed the bonnet next to your Stanley but not before taking a couple gulps of ice cold water.

[slutsenpai]

爆豪勝己 × 切島鋭児郎 threesome with pro-heroes bakugō & kirishima ⸻ mdni ◟✦

thinking about ..

fucking bakugo and kirishima. kiri is so sweet, always the one to talk you through it. you’re on your back, your head in kiri’s bare lap and bakugo’s big hands on your hips, completely enveloping your waist as he relentlessly pounds into your cute little pussy.

bakugo’s strokes are so mean and so good, you can hardly believe that he was a virgin until recently. he has so many pent up emotions and you’re the perfect outlet for him. he wants to be loving with you like kirishima is, but he’s still struggling to be vulnerable. regardless, he looks gorgeous like this, shimmering with a light layer of sweat, his ruby eyes flicking between your cunt and your face, trying to adjust himself to your reactions.

kirishima is gently holding your face, and his hands are so much bigger than you — both men are, and it drives you insane. but kiri is so sweet, he leans over to kiss you, pressing the softest little kisses to your pink, tear-slicked cheeks, which is just sending your fucked-out mind spinning with how soft he is in contrast to bakugo’s rough manhandling.

“atta girl,” kiri mumbles, maintaining eye contact with those gorgeous, hazy scarlet eyes of his, watching how your face reacts to his best friend using you for himself but still trying to make you feel good. his tongue runs along his bottom lip, still looking at you with all the love in the world, thumbing at your pouty lips with a calloused finger. “always take it so fucking well, angel, I love you,” kiri says, nearly forgetting that bakugo is there with you two.

kiri kisses your lips for a moment and it grounds you, your breath calms a bit and your moans are quieted by his kisses, but he wants to hear your cute little cries. he sits up, hooking his thumb in your mouth to keep it open before spitting down your warm throat. you let out a slutty moan as you swallow, clenching down on katsuki’s thick cock, your eyes nearly rolling back.

bakugo groans low in his chest; he had been close for a while now and you gripping him like that with your already tight cunt would be his undoing. he can’t get over how fucking gorgeous you are. kiri taps his long, thick cock against your pretty face, smirking to himself at how big he is. you lightly kiss and lick along his shaft, looking up at him with hearts in your teary eyes and bakugo loses any control he thought that he had.

he shivers, cumming into your unprotected womb without warning. it makes you cry out, but you love the feeling. “s-sorry..” bakugo pouts. he’s apologizing for it but he doesn’t pull out, still stuffed deep in your warm, tight cunt — he doesn’t want to let go and neither do you. “don’t apologize, suki, it’s okay.” you reassure him, and luckily for bakugo, kirishima doesn’t mind sharing with him.

[ @slutsenpai ⨯ my masterlist ]

[murdrdocs]

- ,, interview 034 — 𝐑𝐀𝐅𝐄 𝐂𝐀𝐌𝐄𝐑𝐎𝐍 18+

baby daddy! rafe ,, free use ,, dubcon ,, cervix nudging ,, implied creampie ,, exhibitionism [1.2k words] a/n: inspired by janet jackson's any time, any place, and this edit

It’s ridiculous how easy it is for you to fall back into old habits. 

Maybe having a baby has turned you into this structured person, someone who sticks to what they know and barely ever deviates from it. Which, that’s not particularly abnormal or concerning. What is both abnormal and concerning is your sheer commitment to returning to some of your oldest routines, even if it is completely unhealthy and outdated for the person that you have recently become. 

If anyone found out, they would be so disappointed in you. Your therapist, your friends, your family. Your daughter would probably be happy, though, because mommy and daddy are finally back together. 

This definitely doesn’t count as you and Rafe being back together, though. 

Just because you temporarily forgot what constitutes as healthy and unhealthy communication with your baby daddy, doesn’t mean the two of you are together. It’s just that you’re so used to what the two of you used to do together.

What started as you just simply dropping off something that your daughter would need for her weekend at her father’s house turned into you pressed up against Rafe’s chest, his lips easily, but messily, working over yours in a path of familiarity. 

The way the two of you behave is akin to waves crashing against the shore—a repeated movement, nothing new at all, but not gentle either. Strong, merciless in a way that can only be due to complete recognition. When you suck on Rafe’s tongue, you do it because his tongue is as recognizable as your own tongue. When Rafe slips his hand beneath the waistband of your bottoms and instantly rubs across your pussy, he does it because your pussy is his pussy. Breakup be damned, both of you still belonged to each other. 

This time, you’re letting everyone know. 

In Rafe’s bedroom, right against the window, you let Rafe have his way with you just as he lets you have your way with him. 

There was no lead up to this, and that’s how both of you always liked it. You entered Rafe’s house, placed your daughter’s bag on the kitchen counter, and then Rafe’s hands were on your waist and his cock—already formed as a noticeable shape in the confines of his slacks—pressed against your backside. It’s part of an old deal the two of you had worked out, back when both of you were so deep in your infatuation that neither of you could get enough of the other. 

Those were bygone days now, but apparently that didn’t matter. 

There was a part of you that wanted to tell Rafe no. That same part of you wanted to tell him that this wasn’t the deal anymore, that the deal ended with your relationship. But then he started to kiss at your shoulders and it felt so good to not have to ask for this or even initiate it. It felt so good to just melt into the actions and let Rafe take complete control of the situation. 

If you were in the right state of mind, maybe you would be thinking about how embarrassingly easy it is for you to fall into familiarity. But you aren’t in the right state of mind at all. At least, you aren’t in the state of mind that is ideal for any sort of self-contemplation. You’re too horny and desperate and comfortable to even begin to think about psychoanalyzing your current situation. 

Instead, you live in it.

You revel in the cold glass against your face and the palms of your hands. You sink into the gentle graze of Rafe’s rough fingertips against your nipples. You relax around Rafe’s cock as he brutally fucks you open. 

You brace yourself against the glass, letting your eyes wander out to look at the water in Rafe’s backyard. You aren’t really focused on anything you see, though. Of course you notice things, like the boats and jetskis out there, but you aren’t focused on it. You aren’t wondering if people can see you. That doesn’t cross your mind at all. 

“You feel so good, baby.” Rafe’s voice is gruff and scratchy behind you, deeper than it was when you first saw him. “My God,” he laughs and, with embarrassing quickness, you crane your head around to see his face scrunch with the sound. “Dunno how I lasted so long without this pussy.” He punctuates his statement with a slap on your ass cheek. The clap echoes throughout the room, and, likely getting inspired from the sound he made, Rafe sharpens his thrusts until the two of you make that sound alone. 

Each drive of his cock presses right against your cervix and it hurts as much as it feels good. The feeling resonates deep in your hips each and every time, a dull ache that is made heavenly by the beautiful pressure in your cunt. 

You get used to the rhythm and the feeling, and it’s then that Rafe stills his cock deep within you, keeping his leaking and bare tip nudged right against your cervix. 

You’re gasping immediately. You reach behind yourself in search of Rafe, tapping his hands, wrapping your grip around his wrist, pinching his unmarred skin—attempting to do anything to communicate that this is too much, since your mouth is currently completely useless. 

And when Rafe still doesn’t seem to get the memo, you take a deep inhale and muster up enough strength and coherence to speak to him. 

“Rafe, raferaferafe. ‘s too much. You’re being mean.” 

You’re still looking at Rafe and you wish you weren’t because the cruel grin that spreads across his face is maddening—both in the form of frustration and admiration. He’s so pretty in his element like this, and before you would tell him that without any hesitance. But now, you wouldn’t dare speak those words to him, even as he’s making you babble from just his cock. 

“I’m being mean?” he asks, blue eyes shining with unconcealed amusement. He’s reveling in this. “I thought you like when I was mean?” He leans closer to you, adding a slow pull and push to his movements once more. Slow enough to keep you both still so he can press the tip of his sharp nose to the tip of yours. 

He wraps one arm around your waist, trailing up to tweak with your nipples, and the other arm wraps around your hips so he can tweak your clit. You see him watching you react, you see the satisfaction written all over his face when your lips part and you let out the tiniest little moans. 

Rafe doesn’t have to say anything, neither do you. You both know the other is enjoying this now just as much as you enjoyed it before. 

You turn back around, press both hands to the glass, and completely surrender your body to Rafe. 

And just then, he says from behind you, under his breath and perhaps intended to just be to himself, “This perfect fucking pussy. Always milks my cock well. Gave me a daughter. Shit, maybe we should do it again? Yeah, yeah, I think we fuckin’ should.” 

Yeah, you and Rafe certainly haven’t changed at all.

[ibuprofein]

chef conniexwaitress reader 😛😛😛👌

i need some juicy nasty shitttt

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𝐜𝐡𝐞𝐟! 𝐜𝐨𝐧𝐧𝐢𝐞

𝐬𝐲𝐧𝐨𝐩𝐬𝐢𝐬: 𝐭𝐞𝐧𝐬𝐢𝐨𝐧 𝐛𝐮𝐢𝐥𝐝𝐬 𝐛𝐞𝐭𝐰𝐞𝐞𝐧 𝐜𝐨𝐧𝐧𝐢𝐞 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐟𝐚𝐯𝐨𝐫𝐢𝐭𝐞 𝐰𝐚𝐢𝐭𝐫𝐞𝐬𝐬, 𝐬𝐩𝐢𝐥𝐥𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐟𝐫𝐨𝐦 𝐩𝐥𝐚𝐲𝐟𝐮𝐥 𝐬𝐡𝐢𝐟𝐭𝐬 𝐢𝐧𝐭𝐨 𝐦𝐞𝐬𝐬𝐲 𝐞𝐧𝐜𝐨𝐮𝐧𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐬 𝐚𝐟𝐭𝐞𝐫 𝐡𝐨𝐮𝐫𝐬, 𝐥𝐞𝐚𝐯𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐦 𝐛𝐨𝐭𝐡 𝐚𝐰𝐚𝐫𝐞 𝐭𝐡𝐚𝐭 𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐢𝐫 𝐜𝐨𝐧𝐧𝐞𝐜𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧 𝐠𝐨𝐞𝐬 𝐛𝐞𝐲𝐨𝐧𝐝 𝐰𝐨𝐫𝐤.

𝐜𝐰: 𝐧𝐬𝐟𝐰 𝐦𝐞𝐧𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧𝐞𝐝, 𝐜𝐚𝐫 𝐬𝐞𝐱, 𝐤𝐢𝐭𝐜𝐡𝐞𝐧 𝐬𝐞𝐱, 𝐩𝐮𝐛𝐥𝐢𝐜 𝐬𝐞𝐱, 𝐝𝐢𝐫𝐭𝐲 𝐭𝐚𝐥𝐤, 𝐦𝐚𝐫𝐲𝐣𝐮𝐚𝐧𝐚

𝐦𝐚𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐥𝐢𝐬𝐭

friday nights always started the same. you clocked in, tied your apron around your waist, and caught your reflection in the little steel panel on the cooler.

hair slicked into a bun with your ribbon knotted tight at the base. lip gloss smooth. lashes curled just enough. i mean, you didn’t spend all that time getting ready for nothing.

the printer near the line spat out a slip and you snatched it up before the other servers.

“two pasta bowls, one medium burger, add bacon,” you called out, sliding the ticket onto the rail.

“got it,” connie answered, already moving. his eyes flicked up for half a second, enough to make you raise a brow.

“what?” you asked, resting your hand on your hip.

“nothing,” he said, smirking to himself. “just… bun today? thought you was gonna do the ponytail again.”

you tilted your head, half amused. “you really keeping track of my hairstyles?”

“nah,” he said, turning back to the pan, “just notice things.”

you hummed like you weren’t impressed, but inside you felt that little spark.

walking past again with drinks on your tray, you slowed near the line. “since you notice everything, what color gloss?”

without looking up, he said, “same one as last week. kinda pink.”

you blinked, surprised he was right. “okay… stalker.”

he just chuckled, sliding patties onto the grill. “chef. get it right.”

the kitchen was loud with orders firing and pans clattering but somehow, in those tiny moments, it felt like it narrowed down to just you two. nothing bold, nothing over the top. just subtle little things, like him glancing at your face when you weren’t looking, or you lingering a second too long when you dropped tickets off.

it was the start of another shift, but already you could feel the rhythm pulling you in.

the rush hit fast. tables filling, servers weaving, the printer spitting out orders nonstop. you were on autopilot, smiling at guests, balancing trays, remembering who asked for no onions and extra ranch.

still, every time you came back to the line, it was like your eyes found connie first.

“four wings, one medium steak, side caesar,” you said, clipping the ticket. you leaned in just slightly. “don’t overcook my steak, chef.”

“when do i ever?” he shot back, one brow lifting.

you gave him a look. “last thursday.”

he laughed under his breath, shaking the pan. “okay, you got me.”

later, you ducked into the back to sip water, and when you returned, there was a small plate pushed to the edge of the line. not an order but your lunch. neat little pile of veggies, chicken cut into strips, and sauce drizzled across the top.

“this for me?” you asked, already knowing.

“who else?” he said, eyes still on the grill.

you smiled, sliding it off the line. “you cut my food like i’m a kid.”

“nah. i just make it easy for you,” he answered, smirk tugging at his mouth.

you carried plates out, checked on tables, kept the flow. but in between, you couldn’t help dropping little comments when you passed him.

“chef, that better be my fries.”

“chef, don’t burn yourself.”

“chef, don’t forget table seven’s sauce.”

each time, he’d answer without missing a beat.

“i got you mami.”

“stop worrying about me.”

“you always checking up on me?”

the other servers noticed. one of them rolled her eyes when you laughed at something he said, another whispered a joke when they saw the heart shaped drizzle on your plate. but no one said much. maybe they could feel it too, that quiet rhythm you and connie had built, tucked in the middle of all the chaos.

he worked the line, you ran the floor, and somehow, even in the loudest part of the shift, it always came back to the same thing: those small and steady moments only the two of you seemed to share.

the rush finally broke. the printer was quiet for once, the kitchen air less heavy with steam. a couple tables lingered out front but nothing wild. you exhaled as you stacked cups at the service station, humming a little under your breath.

from the corner of your eye, you caught connie wiping down his station. he had that focused look still but slower now, like he was finally letting himself breathe.

you carried a few chairs to the side, flipped them up onto the tables. when you turned, he was leaning against the counter, arms crossed, just watching.

“what?” you asked, smiling a little.

he shrugged. “bun’s still holding up.”

“it’s called strong edge control,” you teased. “you wouldn’t know nothing about that.”

he laughed, shaking his head. “nah, but i been watching it all night. you ain’t sweat it out once.”

you made a face at him but couldn’t help the laugh that slipped. “you really too observant for your own good.”

“just for you,” he said, quiet but clear.

you busied yourself with stacking more chairs so you didn’t have to answer that directly. but the words lingered.

a couple coworkers passed through, grabbing trays, half listening to the back and forth. one of them shot you a look that half teasing and half knowing but kept it moving.

you went back to wiping down menus at the host stand, pretending like your chest wasn’t warm from such a simple comment.

closing shifts always dragged, but with him there stealing little glances, the drag didn’t feel so bad.

the last table left, lights were dimmed, and the manager finally locked up. everyone spilled out into the cool night air, laughing about tips or complaining about sore feet. you stretched your shoulders, tugging at the knot in your apron, already thinking about sliding into bed.

connie came out a minute later, but not in his chef coat anymore. he’d swapped it for a black t-shirt and gray sweats, a pair of sneakers he probably kept in his car for after shift. seeing him like that threw you a little. no apron, no hat, no line noise. just… him.

he caught your look and grinned. “what? never seen me outside the kitchen before?”

you laughed softly, shaking your head. “nah, it’s just… weird. you look regular.”

“regular’s crazy,” he said, walking past you toward the lot. “this the real me.”

most of your coworkers split off quick, some heading to cars, others walking to the bus stop. soon it was just you and connie, the glow of the parking lot lights stretching across the asphalt.

he leaned against his car, digging in his pocket for keys. “you tryna head straight home?”

“yeah,” you said, then added with a shrug, “unless i get sidetracked.”

his mouth curved. “good. ‘cause i was gonna ask if you wanted to smoke.”

you blinked. “out here?”

“yeah. i got a pack rolled. just chill for a bit before you head out.” he unlocked the car and nodded toward the passenger side. “come on. i’ll even play good music for you.”

you hesitated only a second before walking over, tugging your ribbon tighter like it mattered. sliding into his car felt different, like stepping into his space instead of brushing past him on the line. the seats smelled faintly like cologne and a little weed.

when he climbed in, he glanced at you again, more relaxed than he ever looked behind the grill.

“you good?” he asked with his lighter in hand.

“yeah,” you said while smiling a little. “just… first time seeing you like this.”

he lit up, took a slow drag, and passed it over. “better get used to it.”

you settled into the passenger seat, letting the comment sit in the back of your mind. the car felt warmer than outside, tinted windows cutting out most of the streetlights. the dash glowed faint blue from the stereo.

“what you wanna listen to?” connie asked, scrolling through his phone.

“something chill,” you said as you leaned back. “you pick. i’m curious what a chef listens to when he’s not yelling ‘order up.’”

he snorted. “first of all, i don’t yell. i project.”

the opening chords of some slow r&b track slid through the speakers. it was smooth, bass heavy, and the kind of music you’d usually play getting ready to go out. you raised a brow. “oh, you got taste.”

“of course i do,” he said, sparking the blunt and taking the first drag. smoke curled around his face before he passed it to you.

you inhaled, slow and careful, the familiar burn warming your chest. exhaling, you glanced over at him. out of the chef coat, his tattoos peeked under the sleeve of his t shirt, his chain catching the light when he shifted. he looked… softer. not softer like weak, but softer like less guarded.

“you always this laid back when you’re not on the line?” you asked, handing the blunt back.

“nah. usually more laid back.” he grinned, taking another pull. “you just ain’t seen it yet.”

“hm. so this you without the apron stress?”

“this me regular,” he said, blowing smoke toward the cracked window. “kinda nice, huh?”

you hummed, letting the music fill the quiet. a couple minutes passed, both of you trading the blunt back and forth, the edges of the shift wearing off with every drag.

“you really be paying attention though,” you said finally, head turned toward him.

“to what?”

“my hair. my lip gloss. little stuff. you got a sharp eye.”

he chuckled, tapping ash into the tray. “yeah, well. easy to notice when i’m looking at you all night.”

the words sat between you heavier than the smoke. not bold, not cocky. just honest.

you laughed softly, shaking your head, but your chest felt warm. “you slick.”

“not slick,” he said, voice low, almost casual. “just real.”

the blunt burned down, music still moving slow through the car. you felt yourself sink deeper into the seat, shoulders loose, ribbon still holding your bun tight. you weren’t rushing to leave and he wasn’t either.

connie tapped the ash, eyes cutting over to you. “you high?”

you smiled lazy, “a lil. why?”

he smirked, licking his lips. “’cause you look fine as hell right now.”

you laughed but the sound caught when his hand brushed over your thigh. not slick nor sneaky but just resting there like he was testing how far he could go. you looked at him with smoke still curling in the air.

“you bold,” you murmured.

“nah. just been waiting,” he said with a low voice.

his hand squeezed, warm against your leg under the black work slacks and you didn’t move it away. instead, you leaned closer, breath mixing with smoke when you kissed him. soft at first, then hungrier, lips smearing gloss on his mouth.

he groaned, cupping your face, and next thing you knew you were climbing over the console into his lap. the blunt got stubbed out somewhere and the music still played as you straddled him.

“damn,” he muttered against your mouth as his hands gripped your ass. “you taste sweet as fuck.”

“that’s my gloss,” you teased, rolling your hips slow over his sweats.

“nah. that’s you.”

you felt him hard through the thin fabric, and the weed made everything sharper. the heat between you and the way his chain brushed your chest when he pulled you closer. he helped you tug your pants off, and his fingers slipped under your panties, rubbing slow circles that had your breath hitching.

“fuck… connie—”

“shh,” he whispered, grinning when your thighs shook. “don’t start whining yet. i got you.”

you fumbled with the hem of his t-shirt, dragging it up, wanting his skin on yours. he lifted his arms and let you pull it over his head. tattoos flexed in the dim light, his chest warm against your hands.

when his fingers finally pushed inside you, you gasped, forehead dropping to his shoulder.

“wet as hell already,” he muttered while kissing your neck. “you wanted this bad, huh?”

you didn’t even bother denying it. your body answered for you, clenching around his fingers as he curled them just right.

it didn’t take long before he was tugging his sweats down, freeing himself, thick and heavy against your thigh. your breath hitched.

“you gon fit?” you asked teasingly but serious.

he smirked while guiding you down on him. “guess we find out.”

the stretch had you gasping and your hands braced on his shoulders. he filled you deep, the high making every inch feel overwhelmingly good. you rode him slow at first, trying to catch your breath but he gripped your hips and set the pace, fucking up into you so the car rocked with every thrust.

“shit—connie,” you whined, nails digging into his skin.

“say that again mami,” he groaned, snapping his hips harder. “say my name when you cum on me.”

your moans fogged the windows, mixing with the bass of the music. the world narrowed to just the backseat, just his hands on your body, his voice in your ear. messy, hot, like you’d been waiting forever for it.

and when you finally came, clenching around him, head thrown back, he followed right after, cumming inside, and holding you in place as if he couldn’t let you go.

the car went quiet again except for the music and the sound of both your heavy breathing. your ribbon had come loose, lip gloss smeared, and lashes a little wet but he just grinned as he brushed his thumb over your jaw.

you slid off his lap slow with shaky legs as he tugged his sweats back up, then reached for the pack of napkins stuffed in the console.

“c’mere,” he muttered, gentle now. he wiped you down careful, nothing rushed, making sure you were good before tossing the napkins aside. you leaned back against the seat, catching your breath, and he passed you a cold bottle of water he pulled from the back.

“hydration, chef’s orders,” he teased.

you laughed weakly, taking a long sip. “you really never stop being a chef, huh?”

“gotta take care of my favorite waitress,” he said, grinning.

when he looked at you again, his eyes softened. he reached up, brushing his thumb across your cheek, then stared at the ribbon and edges barely hanging onto your head.

“thought you said strong edge control and ribbon look like it tapped out on me.”

you swatted at him while laughing. “shut up. you the one that made it come loose.”

“yeah… i’ll take the blame for that.”

the music still hummed low in the background, the windows fogged, the world outside feeling far away. he leaned back, arm stretched behind your seat, casual like he hadn’t just wrecked you in the backseat.

“so,” he said after a beat, looking at you with that same lazy grin, “you still think i only look good in the kitchen?”

the next shift felt different before it even started. you tied your apron like always, smoothed your hair into a bun with a fresh ribbon, gloss shining, and lashes fluttering. but the second you stepped onto the floor, you could feel it. last night was still lingering.

connie was already on the line, moving like he always did but when you clipped the first ticket to the rail his eyes flicked up. it was quick, just a look, then back down like nothing. still, it made your stomach flip.

“three chicken sandwiches, one well done burger,” you said, then leaned your elbow on the counter for just a second longer than necessary.

he raised a brow. “you gon’ be standing there all day or you actually working?”

you smirked, whispering low so no one else could catch it. “depends. what’s for dessert?”

his smirk hit quick before he covered it by flipping a pan. “ain’t no dessert on the menu mami,” he said, voice even.

“not on the menu,” you repeated, straight faced, then walked off with your tray.

the other servers were too busy to notice but connie’s head tilted just slightly as he watched you leave, like he was the only one who understood what you really meant.

which he was and it wasn’t loud or obvious. just that quiet promise hanging in the air: later.

you dropped off plates at the line, while brushing loose hairs back from your face, ribbon already threatening to slip loose. connie caught it, eyes flicking there before he went back to chopping, lips twitching like he wanted to say something.

“yo, can i get that pasta up?” one of the other servers called, sliding in between you two.

“relax, it’s comin’,” connie muttered but his eyes were on you as he plated it, drizzling sauce just neat enough. when he slid it over, he didn’t say anything—just tapped the rim twice like it was only for you.

you raised a brow at him. “that for me or the table?”

“you know the answer,” he said quick before turning back to the stove.

later, when you came by with empty plates stacked on your arm, you leaned close enough for your lipgloss to catch the light. “don’t think i didn’t see you showing off with that sauce earlier.”

he gave you one of those side eyes, smirk tugging at the corner. “girl, i don’t gotta show off. you already know what i do.”

the rush picked up, so the flirting shifted quieter to little looks and subtle brushes of your hand when you grabbed trays he was sliding across. once, when you squeezed past him at the sink, his hand barely grazed your hip like it was an accident. it wasn’t.

by the time the rush slowed, both of you were sweaty, tired, and still caught in that undercurrent. you leaned against the counter, wiping sweat from your forehead, bun leaning messy, and ribbon hanging by a thread.

“you really gon let your hair fight for its life like that all shift?” he asked, voice low enough for just you.

“depends. you volunteering to fix it for me?” you shot back.

his smirk deepened, like he’d already filed that one away.

the rest of the staff cleaned up as the energy dropped. someone joked about heading to the bar after and a couple of the servers waved goodbye. soon enough, it was just you and connie again, the hum of the walk in cooler and clink of silverware the only sounds left.

you stacked menus, he scrubbed down the line, and every now and then your eyes met in the dim light, the same thing circling back.

last night. the blunt. the backseat.

you tied your apron up tighter, teasing without even saying anything. he clocked it.

“you still thinkin’ about dessert?” he asked finally, voice casual but weight sitting under it.

you didn’t look up from wiping down the host stand. “depends who’s serving.”

he laughed under his breath, shook his head, and you knew it was only a matter of time before “later” became right now.

closing was basically done. chairs flipped on tables, floors mopped, only the hum of the cooler and the faint drip of the coffee machine left. you untied your apron slow, folding it over your arm, when connie leaned on the counter, wiping his hands on a rag.

“yo,” he called soft. you looked up. “c’mere for a second.”

you raised a brow but walked over, sneakers squeaking on the tile. “what, you need help stacking pans again?”

“nah.” he nodded toward the back. “walk with me.”

the cooler door creaked as he pulled it open, the cold air rushing out against your warm skin. you gave him a look. “really? in here?”

“ain’t nobody around,” he shrugged, stepping inside first. “besides, you said dessert.”

you laughed low, shaking your head, but followed him in. the chill had you rubbing your arms until he pulled you close, big hands warming your waist. the dim light above buzzed faintly, casting everything in a bluish glow.

“so this the kinda service i get for stayin’ late with you?” you teased, lips curving.

he bent down just enough so his words brushed against your glossed mouth. “nah, this the kinda service only you get.”

you were the one to kiss him first this time, lips cold from the air but heat sparking quick between you. his hands slid down, gripping just enough to let you know he wasn’t here to play.

the kiss turned messy fast, your back pressing into the metal shelving. you gasped when something dug into your hip—just a carton of produce but it made him laugh against your mouth.

“gotta make do,” he murmured, tugging at the bow of your ribbon till it slipped loose. “better.” your lipgloss smeared on his mouth, your lashes brushing his cheek when you pulled him deeper. the cold air had your skin goosebumped, but his touch burned, fingers sliding under your shirt slow, tracing along your stomach.

“you always gon sweet talk me with food before you fuck me?” you asked, voice breathless but teasing.

he smirked, kissing down your jaw. “only you.”

his hands slid lower, hooking under your thighs till you were lifted onto the cold metal shelf. the chill shocked through your legs but the heat of him pressed in quick, kissing you like he hadn’t been waiting all damn shift for it.

your skirt rode up easy, ribbon loose, lipgloss smeared across his mouth. his fingers traced the hem of your panties before tugging them aside, the cold air hitting you right before his thumb dragged slow over your slit. you shivered but it wasn’t from the temperature.

“always so fuckin’ wet for me,” he muttered, low and rough against your mouth.

“shut up and fuck me, connie,” you whispered back, voice breaking a little.

he grinned, teeth flashing, and undid his belt quick. you could hear the faint metal clink echo in the cooler, then the sound of him spitting in his palm before stroking himself once.

when he pushed in, the breath left your lungs. cold air around you, but inside it was all stretch and burn and heat. you grabbed onto the edge of the shelf, nails tapping against the steel, his hands tight on your waist as he sank in deeper.

“fuck,” he groaned, forehead dropping to your shoulder. “you feel too good.”

the rhythm picked up messy, shelves rattling just enough that you both stifled a laugh between moans. your legs wrapped tight around his waist, sneakers slipping a little against the metal.

he fucked you like he owned every sound spilling out of you, grip bruising your hips, the kind of stroke that had your head falling back, lashes fluttering.

“you always gon tease me with that ribbon and then act surprised when i take it?” he panted, tugging lightly at your loose hair.

you gasped, voice shaky. “was hopin’ you would.”

he cursed low, pulling almost all the way out before slamming back in, the cold of the cooler making every slap of skin sound louder, dirtier. your gloss was gone by then, smeared all over him, your lipgloss stained laugh cutting through the hum of the fan when he angled just right.

“connie—” his name hit sharp off your tongue when you came, body curling in around him, legs shaking tight.

he gritted his teeth, buried deep, and followed you there, warmth spilling into you even as your breath puffed in cold clouds around his shoulder.

for a second it was just the sound of both your breathing, ragged and heavy, shelf trembling under you. then he pulled back, tucking himself in quick, tugging your skirt down like nothing happened.

but his thumb smoothed over the corner of your mouth, wiping the last of your gloss, and his smirk came back slow.

“dessert hit like it was supposed to.”

the cooler door hissed shut behind you and the blast of warmer kitchen air hit your skin like a blanket. your legs still felt shaky, your ribbon hanging half untied, hair a mess around your shoulders.

connie glanced at you, lips still swollen, then grabbed a water bottle off the counter and cracked it open. he held it out.

“sip. you soundin’ like you left your lungs in there.”

you rolled your eyes but took it, the cold water easing your throat. when you handed it back, his thumb brushed your gloss-stained lip, wiping off a smudge you missed.

“messy,” he teased, voice soft but cutting straight through.

“whose fault is that?” you shot back, adjusting your skirt.

he just laughed under his breath, reaching out to catch the loose ribbon that was slipping further from your bun. with one hand he tried to retie it but the knot was crooked, hanging off to the side.

“you not even tryna help me,” he said, shaking his head.

“you don’t got the skills,” you grinned, tucking the ribbon into your apron pocket instead.

the last bit of the cleanup was silent except for little jokes, your bodies brushing when you passed, his hand grazing your back when he moved past you with a tray. it wasn’t the same silence as before though—now it was heavier, filled with what just happened, what it meant.

by the time you were both locking up, he gave you that same half smirk, keys jangling in his hand.

“so… you gon be askin’ for dessert every shift now?”

you shrugged, lips curving. “depends if the chef’s special is worth it.”

he shook his head, pulling his hoodie over his head. “girl, you gon be the death of me.”

[tabloidangel]

NIGHTS LIKE THIS, connie springer.

content: dominican!connie, college au, smut with no lick of plot honestly, explicit language, lewd descriptions, teasing, dirty talk, nipple play, tip warming? inspired by this ask & visual.

connie loved nights like this. and you did too.

no work due, no parties clouding your mind, and most importantly no friends to hide your yearning looks and touches from.

the two of you were hidden in your own little cocoon, lo’s misleading your friends into thinking y’all were in two separate places. not quite ready to spill the tea.

all cozy in connie’s off campus apartment his warm body laid atop of yours, resting easily between your plush thighs. the slow deep breathes he took tickled your skin as his head rested just above you navel. connie touched you absentmindedly, fingers massaging into your hip, rubbing his thumb over your knuckles and hooking them with his. your brown skin smooth against that butter yellow nightie set you wore. fingers twirling and splitting his buzzed cut curls, while the two of you melt into the plush bed.

rain pelted on the nearby window as the john wick movies the two of you swore you’d binge casually played on the screen. strong hands pulling you closer as if the two of you couldn’t be any closer.

the fatal crashes of cars and gunshots blurred into background noise as connie took a deep whiff of your skin, that vanilla bourbon perfume oil clouding his senses. placing one lingering peck along your stomach as his strong hands grip at your thighs. hands roughly massaging into your flesh before draping them over his arms and hooking them higher, nearly folding your body in half as that familiar pressure sat along your pelvis.

you knew exactly where this was headed, lips curled into a smile, a teasing hum in your voice once you finally spoke. “conn—”

connie’s voice vibrates against your skin, “hmm?” leaning down to place a gentle kiss on your shoulder, where the straps of your tank had slipped.

a giggle slips past as his lips continue to wander. “thought we were having movie night..” breathing out a low, wanting sigh.

“we are princesa..” a low hum bounced off his chest, murmuring softly against your skin. lifting his head just enough for his low golden brown eyes to meet yours. “i know exactly what i wanna watch.”

open faced grill on display beside his pretty white teeth, as he bit down into his bottom lip. the two of you watching how hard he grew from just resting against you. leading to the familiar buzz in your clit and a heat that creeps up your spine, nipples perking up beneath the smooth fabric of your cami tank.

that buzz growing stronger once the two of you locked eyes, his shirtless body towering over yours with his sharp v-line on display just above his sweats.

then his lips meets yours for a soft kiss, the slightest press of his lips against yours. then another, against your jaw. lingering against your warm skin. trailing down to your neck, sucking softly at that sweet spot behind you ear while his fingers grazed at the hem of your tank. hooking a finger around the frill and tugging it down, the cool air grazing your skin in waves.

holding your heavy breast in his hand while his thumb circles your peaked nipple. “so fuckin’ pretty”

connie’s pink lips wrapping around your hardened brow nipple, sucking slow and deep as it tightened in his mouth. thighs clamping around his waist as a soft whine fell from your lips. groaning against your skin, sending shocks of pleasure from your breast straight down to your slicked clit.

nipping gently at the sensitive bud before sucking hard, soothing that pleasurable sting that made you chest cave while his other hand stayed busy, working at your breast. squeezing and flicking at the squishy bud, switching between the two like a man starved. finally gathering both of your heavy titties in his big hands, before he stops to give them both a soft kiss. doing it again and again until he’s messily suckling your aching nipples. soothing them wet with spit when he finally released them with one last pop.

connie reeled back, spreading your thighs wide. revealing your pulsing clit peeking through your damp thong, slit flooded with slick from every suck and tug of you nipples.

his wet lips spread into a grin, “there she go.. this my favorite part.”

lips sealing around yours once more, tilting his head to fit perfectly with yours. noses brushing against eachothers as the two of you try to swallow each other whole. tracing his tongue along your lips before letting him slip in with ease. sliding against your tongue smoothly before sucking it into his own mouth.

your fingers tangling into his messy curls, sending shocks of pleasure down his spine. grinding down against you slowly. groaning at the feeling of your plush lips against his dick.

then connie breaks the kiss, his eyes still low and red from the woods he faced earlier tonight. looking down at where your hips connected. his own briefs growing damp from gliding over your covered pussy. eyes flickering back to your pretty face, lips all red and swollen with your lip combo smeared all over his face. pinned beneath his muscular body as your nails clutched at his curls. he rolled his hips just right, tip kissing your pulsing clit.

lips hovering above yours as he rubs against you so agonizingly slow, fingers curled so tight around his base as his dick jumps above your clit.

“s-shit con—” swallowing the soft gasp that escaped you.

watching how your plush pussy practically ate your thong. disappearing between those brown two toned lips.

his mind spirales, snipping at that shrivel of restraint left in him. but tonight he wanted to take his time with you, make you feel every piece of him that he wanted to give.

dipping into that sticky mess and hooking his fingers around the slicked fabric of your thong, those pink gummy walls peeking through as he dragging them to the side. elastic snapping as it stretched out against your plush ass.

the quiet pops of the fabric were the last thing you heard before the ringing in your ear began.

thighs spread so far they burned.

his fat mushroomed tip slowly sunk into your pussy. nails grazing at his scalp, with a pout as your pussy stretched around his fat tip.

and my god was your pussy so fucking hot and gushy.

“wet ass pussy..”

slick dribbling down his dick as he began to fill that emptiness inside you. never sinking deeper more a few inches into that clamping hole of yours, moaning in unison at the pressure of him slowly filling you up. “feels s’good papí .”

but connie doesn’t respond, he just hungrily claims your lips. swallowing every moan as he messily sucks at your tongue, before releasing your lips with a pop. the wet schlick of your pussy growing louder with every shallow roll of his hips, your grip on his curls stinging deliciously against you his scalp. earning a deep moan.

“mhm, keep opening that pussy f’me, doing such a good job mamí.”

golden irises locked on that pretty pussy trying to suck him in with every shallow stroke he gives. each one pulling out more of that gushy slick.

“you such a good girl..”

fingers gripping at the fat of your hips as he holds you steady. finally sinking deep, rolling his hip until that fat tip kissed your cervix then slowly pulling out to watch those pink gushy walls grip at his dick so tight.

and the two of you were so fucking loud, moaning and whining against each others mouth, your thighs trembling in his big hands as he kept you spread wide.

it was all to much.. the way his cool chain grazed against your hot skin, the deep moans pooling from his throat, and the disgusting sounds of your creamy pussy making a mess between your thighs.

moans trembling from your lips in long pathetic cries “mmmphshitt, i love you so fuckin’ much papí..”

and how could you not with what he was doing to you. how couldn’t he tell with how tight you were gripping onto his dick with every sloppy thrust. heavy dick dragging slow and deep along your creamy walls, clinging to every vein, curve and pulse of his dick. pussy relaying every message your dick hazed mind couldn’t. “i know you do..”

“look what i’m doing to you.”

“i love you too princesa,” fingers cupping your jaw to get a good look at your face. all fucked out and pretty, tears clinging to your wet lashes. squeezing at your jaw whenever your starts pussy spurting out quick splashes while that thick dick keeps digging you out.

“fuck.. can’t you tell..?”