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toxic sex with e. yeager (18+)

cw: rough sex, possessiveness, jealousy

eren wasn't your boyfriend— hasn't been for two weeks at this point but that didn’t mean he was okay with you hanging out with connie while you two were apart. the same man that was always saying you deserve better as if eren wasn't giving you exactly what you needed.

you tend to forget that with the amount of bullshit connie spewed but eren was more than happy to remind you with a few orgasms in the parking lot of your apartment.

“you gonna answer the phone next time i call right? first fuckin ring.” eren gritted through his teeth. repetitive clap clap clap's! of your ass slapping against his hips bounced off the walls of his black bmw.

he had you wedged between the passenger and driver seat, face down ass up while he fucked you senseless from behind. his cock, thick and curved, bullied milky rings of arousal out of your hole, obscenely squelching with every thrust. splattering against his lower abdomen.

“if i h-hhah hear it.” your voice shakes, unable to sell your feigned attempt at indifference.

his grip on your hips tightened, wanna be ungrateful? fine with him. he knew exactly how to make you act right.

eren delivers a harsh smack on your ass to which you yelp out, throwing your head back, giving eren enough room to grab your neck and crane you upwards. head resting on his shoulder while hot tears slipped down your cheeks. his length, now brutally pistoning against your cervix, had you crying out, nails digging into the center console for dear life.

“keep playin me like i won't give this dick to ya lil friend. hhah— you know she wants my shit. mhm.. fuck her the same way im fuckin you." he mutters with a shit eating grin, looking you straight in the eyes through the rearview mirror while he speaks.

"stop f-fuckin lyin." you snare, desperately trying to focus on anything but the thought of eren making another girl gush all over him, his balls slapping against someone else's clit. you try to break out his grasp— cuss him out for agitating you but erens grip on your neck and hips tighten. leaving you victim to the thick vein on his cock dragging against your g spot.

"think im lyin? alright then, when i send you videos of her suckin my dick dont say i didnt warn you." your hole— tight and possessive, sucks him in, keeping eren close as if he was going to leave you at any moment.

eren pants, eyes half lidded and full of lust after getting the exact reaction he wanted out of you, dazed as he tried to stop himself from succumbing to that infamous grip. he wasn't done yet though, even if your pussy clearly got the message, eren wanted to make sure it was drilled into your mind.

"and don't try to call me with that cussin shit either cuz i won't care.”

the hand that was on your neck travels to your jaw, harshly turning you to the side so he can watch you break up close. "want you cryin over me all fuckin night." your eyes turn glossy, eyebrows knitting together at his words. eren's other hand travels to your clit to rubbing delicious circles on it to stop you from thinking any further, blurring your mind.

you jolt back at his unexpected movements, only to further impale yourself on his cock, whining as you found yourself trapped between two pleasures. “s-so mean e-ren. you know i hmp- love you” you pout, eyes shut.

“nah, don’t say that like you wouldn’t do the same shit to me.”

“thats why you were throwing that ass on connie in the club right? you want that dick? hm? i can get it for you.” he taunts. knowing the attack on your cunt had you too dumbfounded to respond.

“n-no. i- fuck, eren-”

he cut off your pitiful attempt at forming a sentence. “yes you fuckin do. that’s why you don’t answer the phone anymore.” he snarled, lips brushing up against yours while images of connie's bulge pressed up against your ass take over his mind.

“you know I don’t.”

“i don’t know shit about what you want. you gotta show me sweet girl.” you huff at his protests, leaning back into him just enough for eren to plop down on the seats behind him. using the new angle to slam your hips up and down on his dick, manually tightening your hole on his tip to finally shut him up.

“I want you ren! o-nly you!” you babble— fucking yourself silly on his cock.

“f-fuck, that’s right baby— you can have me. m’ all yours.” eren could barely keep his composure, only focusing on how desperate his pretty girl looked for him. savoring every second of reclaiming you and drinking in every whimper that spilled out of your lips.

“you the only one that can get me like this. pussy got me acting crazy.”

“so fuckin sexy. nobody can handle you the way i can.” his hands found their way back to your hips. “hear me?” and just like that, eren was meeting you halfway, tits bouncing with each merciless thrust.

“y-yes!” you whimper. such a sight for sore eyes— he couldnt let anyone get close to you when your ass rippled under his touch. when you salivated for each orgasm like it was your last.

“good girl. i was made f’ you. can’t get rid of me.” he muttered, bouncing you up and down on his dick with his hands tight around your waist as if there was a magnetic force pulling you two together.

“it’s all yours ren. promise.” you were a mess at this point. dripping onto the mats, pornographic moans cutting off with each knock against your womb, whining at how good it felt when eren bullied your sloppy cunt.

“show me. cum all over your dick ma.” he grips your waist tighter, rhythm growing sloppy as eren nears his peak.

“ccumming erennn!” you wail, walls clamping down around him as stars cloud your vision. eren groans loudly, spewing profanties like a virgin while stuffing you full of his cum. his hot splurtz mix with your sweet cream— leaking down his balls while you both rode out your highs.

it was quiet for a moment, both of you enjoying how your back felt against his chest. eren traced soft circles on your stomach with his thumb before speaking.“can I take you out somewhere nice tomorrow?”

you look to your side, pretending to be deep in thought while looking at your illuminated phone screen on the floor, messages from connie filling the screen. "id love that. eren."

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all this fratjo talk really has me missing fratboy eren so why not have em both :3 (light smut)

eren and gojo are so similar with their intentions but their processes couldn't be any more different.

fratjo! approached you as soon as he saw you, it was too hard to resist his charm for all of the three minutes it took to get to class! you had to agree to going out for ice cream tonight! especially after he requested coordinating outfits.

fratren!watched you for at least 3 days before approaching you, grabbing a book off a high shelf and handing it to you with a soft grin. you were instantly pulled in by how attentive he was throughout your brief conversation— accepting his date invitation with warm cheeks.

when they were in love, they loved hard and made sure to show it.

fratjo!'s love language was words of affirmation. you were so gentle, so loving. it was impossible to not praise your character. you made him feel like he was seen when no one else did. he made it a point to tell you how much you meant to him. how thankful he was to experience you.

fratren!’s love language was gift giving. it wasn't so much of new bags and shoes— though eren was more than happy to— it was more of filling your diy cookbook with new pages, buying you trinkets that reminded you of childhood. anything to make you feel seen and loved around him. no matter the price.

they both adored physical touch too. if living in your skin was an option, neither would blink twice before agreeing, since that’s not the case, they try to live inside of you in other ways.

fratjo! loves fucking you in public. especially because you matched his freak— fingering you under the table at dinner with your friends, bending you over in the library, you name it. he loved how you wanted it just as much as he did, clinging to him while you both tried to stay quiet. it was serene to him— really.

fratren! hates the idea of anyone else witnessing your vulnerable side. taking you privately in his bmw with illegally tinted windows was as far as he'd go. you rode him in the backseat, sharing a blunt until the car was hot with a mixture of your smoke and body heat.

fratren! is possessive. he really can't stand when someone flirts with you for more than five seconds. i mean— how could they not see the 'e+(❅)' necklace that you wore so proudly? the diamonds more than shined on you so what’s with the guys advances?

fratjo! let's you handle it though, watching how you proudly claim him from a few feet behind. you made your way back into his arms every time. something about how you always chose him above all really got his heart racing.

despite the two's distinctive personalities, they both shared the party animal trait and never shied away from a moment to show it.

fratjo! claimed you so loudly at his parties. he sported different variations of the 'i love my gf!' tops with your face on it. every time he decided to wear a shirt— of course .

fratjo! loved having you sit atop his broad shoulders at least two times throughout the night. he was so lewd with it sometimes. when it wasn't a simple shoulder ride, he'd turn you around, your cunt facing him as jokingly shook his head side to side from in-between your legs, feeling the heat through your micro shorts. he swore he was so funny, flustering you so easily.

fratren! surprisingly claims you even louder. he looks at his parties as an opportunity to remind everyone why the somewhat quiet man was president of his frat.

fratren! laid you flat on your back —legs over his shoulders, ring littered fingers gripping at your supple thighs as he took a body shot off you. he'd make such a show out of it— maintaining eye contact, licking up your stomach on the way to the lime in your mouth while your knees inched their way towards your head.

fratren! who was a year older than satoru— actually hated him at first (thought he was annoying), but when they finally had a proper conversation— to satoru’s equal surprise— they both shared the same ideologies.

one always had an idea and the other quickly came up with a plan to make it happen. it wasn’t long before the two natural rivals became a force to be reckoned with.

a/n: had to make sure yall remembered that frat!eren walked so fratjo could run!😘 i also didn't proofread... lazy i know

oh this Higuruma x reader x nanami fic im writing is fucking nastyyy man 😭

#still working on p2 of the fratjo fic dw!#I’ve exceeded my own expectations TBH

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Nanami time! This time w new glasses 🤭

finally got around to fixing up some sort of pinned and finding a fun theme! dont forget me guys

#‧₊˚♪ 𝄞₊˚⊹techsnow speaks

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fratjo wasn’t born. he was made.

a/n: went soo overboard w this imagine but I had sm to say! s’ my first one so bare with me ok

cw: whiny toru, pussy eating, public sex, fantasizing, masturbation, a little bit of mean toru slight enemies to lovers dynamic, yearning, miscommunication, slight angst at the end

nerdjo!'s former good boy reputation proceeded him well before his party animal persona did. he was very well respected by his peers, faculty, and the dean. hell, even the cat he saved from a tree last semester greeted him periodically.

nerdjo! was generally a humble man, considering the sizably large frat that he was set to run in a few months. He stayed out of trouble and kept his head as low as possible.

that is— until he butted heads with you in class, of course. it's been so long since he's had a proper rival that he forgot how to act. you got on his last nerves, constantly correcting him, insisting you knew a better way to go about certain questions, rubbing it in when you were right. it drove him crazy how you treated him like— well,.. a rival. not a god, not an opportunity to social climb. just a rival.

nerdjo! was pleasantly surprised when you agreed to be his study partner. your two-month rivalry proving to be nothing but silly banter between.. friends? yeah. friends. sound about right— you admitted to him that you really enjoyed his compan— er— writing style and wanted to make this a weekly thing. if he promised to pick up the slack. nearly missing your sly comment with how quick he was to oblige.

nerdjo! really hated how he found himself fucking up into his fist after your very accidental display of affection. you were so stubborn, he just needed to fuck the attitude out of you. he gripped himself tightly as beads of pre slid down his shaft and coated his length completely— wondering if you would be just as tight as you were uptight.

rhythmic Shlck, slck, shlck’s! filled the room alongside his throaty moans. your pussy had to be as slick as your mouth, right? I mean, why else would you prance around in those tight lounge dresses. You wanted him to find out— to bunch it up around your waist and find your panties dampened for him. fuck he was so close that he could practically taste you.

nerdjo! was such a whiner when he was chasing a nut. a broken "pleaseplease let m-e c-um!" spilling out of his lips— eyes screwed shut as he imagined you with his dick stuffed in your mouth. splurts off cum shot across his chest at the thought of you tearing up trying to take his length.

nerdjo! sighed in defeat, having no choice but to face his feelings for you. his chest heaved, recovering from his orgasm as he realized that he wasn't gonna come off of this path anytime soon.

fratjo!’s reputation was solidified within a week. It was almost inevitable after tensions between you and him reached its peak. next week’s study session ended in your room with satorus large frame over yours as if he was afraid anyone else would see those perky breasts you had exposed just for him.

nerdjo! came so quickly the first time he slid his pulsating cock inside of you, . spluttering apologies when you confessed about how you fanaticized about him touching you like this on some nights. he was quick to drag you to the edge of the bed and devour your clit, pushing the cream that oozed out of you back into your cunt after every orgasm.

nerdjo! mentally swore to himself that he would make every fantasy of yours come true. how could he deny you of that pleasure after witnessing the way you sucked the remaining slick off his fingers. and just maybe— it made his heart flutter a bit to know you were into him just as much as he was into you.

nerdjo! lacked so much decorum after spending the night with you, giggling together while taking turns putting on different movies. nothing was holding him back from acting on his true feelings anymore. he'd have you pushed you up on so many surfaces anywhere at any time. filling you up so consistently in hidden pockets around campus that your throat grew sore from all the strained moans and muffled cries.

his poor baby, you were the loudest at the tailgates because that's when he was the meanest, delivering harsh slaps to your clit that echoed through the bathroom stalls. he mocked you, full on mocked you as you tried to run from it like you weren't suspended in the air with your legs resting on his shoulders.

the library was a struggle for you— your voice was already gone by then and satoru had stuffed your soiled panties in your mouth. that part was easy though— enjoyable even, especially when the study rooms had those one-way mirrors. the hardest part about it all was the slow pace he rolled his hips at. you both rode out your highs, painfully slow to avoid any more attention than your slutty, slick, pussy was begging for.

nerdjo! was let off the hook by everyone around him when he began to act up. so what if he wasn't as quiet as he thought he was being! it was an accident, right? after all, he was a college student, and he did have his own needs to look after. if anything, he was single handedly improving the school's reputation with his performance as top student and newly appointed frat president. so what was the harm in ignoring the time— all the times the distinctive clapping sounds echoed through select quarters of the school?!

nerdjo! didn’t dare to correct his frat brothers when they had assumed the varying pitch of your voice was just multiple different girls. It was the best thing he could come up with at the moment to protect you!... and to avoid the idea of someone else trying to figure out why your pussy was so special. but it was in your best interest though! it wasn’t just the jealousy holding him back! he swears it!

fratjo! was undeniably cross faded when rumors of his "man-whoring" made its way back him at his frats first party with him as president. seconds later he was surrounded by pretty girls, eager to take pictures on his lap, feeling up his exposed muscles, hoping that they'd get to take him for a spin.

fratjo! regrettably, let it happen, not thinking— fuck he really wasn't thinking— about how it would look to you, the only girl hes cared really about in a long time. he was too focused on the weed, too focused about boosting his frats image to see you standing on the other side of the room.

fratjo! tried to explain on the way to class the next day— or just flat out apologize for his dumb, half brained logic but it was too late. his reputation became inescapable after the party. now, people only knew him for his lustful actions rather than his do gooder attitude. he knew if he chased after you in the courtyard, his self-proclaimed groupies would maliciously follow suit. so, when you walked away, he let it happen since protecting you was what mattered most to him. even if it meant shoving his feelings back into his heart.

fratjo! watches you from afar, lingering bitterly as you move on so easily to fucking yeager of all people. president of the rivaling frat. he hated to admit it but you seemed... happy with him. looking up at eren with the same doe eyes you looked at satoru with after he’d kiss your forehead farewell for the night.

all of that was in the past now though, it's been months since you last spoke, months since you shared a snack with him in that study room with your legs intertwined. he had to get over you since he was clearly an afterthought to you.

fratjo! decided to really start living up to his party animal name, taking home a busty girl one night and a virgin the next. he fucked into so many girls as a way to train his cock to not desire you anymore. eventually, it worked, and he threw himself to the wolves. he succumbed to the idea of who they thought he was. Who you thought he was. all the while you scrolled through his socials with eren sleeping next to you, hoping satoru— your baby would come back to you.

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is the aot fandom alive enough for a frat!eren x aka reader or should I keep that concept in the vault….

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GUYS IM WORKING ON THIS AND PART 2 OF THE FRATJO FIC THEYRE COMING I SWEAR!

#LMK IF YALL WANT A TAG FOR EITHER OR #fratjo one is getting NASTYY #‧₊˚♪ 𝄞₊˚⊹techsnow speaks

is the aot fandom alive enough for a frat!eren x aka reader or should I keep that concept in the vault….

#aot smut #THINKINGGGG #eren x black reader #please say yes we need this #YALL GETTING IT EITHER WAY IDCCC

lifeguard!fratjo fucking you in a watchtower (18+)

when satoru had suggested getting a summer job on the beach, you were so excited to make it happen.

gosh, the image of driving on the coast with the top of his convertible down intruded your thoughts at least five times a day. the sunbathing, volleyball after shifts— there was so many things you wanted to do with him.

you should have known, should've expected that your perverted boyfriend would want to make a special memory of his own.

and of course, it had to be on the first official day of the job.

to no one’s surprise, you found yourself on your back— laid on the only surface in the watchtower. satoru's strong hands pushed the back of your knees— keeping your legs open— putting that infamously sticky pussy on display.

yes, you were the one that pulled your bikini bottoms to the side for him, but he started it when he pressed his bulge into you ! so who’s really at fault here?

"t-toru we have to hurry— patrolling soon" you muttered underneath him. you loved when he appreciated you like this but now was not the time

the slow, rhythmic strokes he delivered had you pulsing around him—itching for more.

"not when you feel like this baby, wanna—mm enjoy this"

a soft pout appeared on your lips, you couldn’t handle the teasing any longer. so if satoru wasnt gonna pick up the pace, you were.

he lost it when you started fucking him back, pussy locking his twitching cock inside of you, rendering him a prisoner while you milked him.

“ffuckng b-brat, you can’t— hhn wait?”

his soft, dominant grip faltered almost instantly due to your manipulation. the legs that he was in control of were now being held for his own support.

you weren’t doing much better than him— to say the least, barely keeping up with how you split yourself open on his cock, his tip constantly massaging your g spot with every thrust.

your eyebrow twitched playfully when his hips stuttered. he looked so pretty like this—eyes screwed shut, hair messy underneath his signature cap, lip caught in-between his teeth. gojo satoru bottom out was a sight for sore eyes.

"can't take it toru?” you teased him, head cocked to the side, lashes fluttering up at him as you manually tightened your grip.

there you were. his mischievous girl— baiting him into giving you more when you knew you couldn’t take it. too bad for you though— he was determined to watch you break.

you underestimated how much he was holding back— how much he wanted your legs shaking around him, to watch your eyes well up with tears as he bullied your needy cunt.

satoru recovered soon after your mind games— nuzzling into your neck, taking no time folding you in half and kissing your cervix with his tip. the friction of his lower stomach rubbing up against your clit sent you into a frenzy.

it was too easy— making your sensual moans turn into choked up whines. you were exactly where you wanted to be, crumbling underneath him as his hips forcefully met yours.

"s' what you want?" snap "t' get" snap "treated like a slut? yeah?" snap. snap. snap.

you can only nod in response. your lips suckle at his neck for comfort, dotting reddened marks on his sweet spots. you manage to beg him for more— not caring about how loud you were getting— not when you were so close.

he obliged, passing up the opportunity to tease you for being so loud and allowing the speed of his hips to match the brutal force. "fuckin brat, were gna get —shit caught"

strings of your slick connected to his abs, the downright pornographic imagine you created only made him ram into you even harder.

there was no warnings— no build up to his change in pace causing tears to well up in your eyes “f-fck, toru i can't t-"

just as satoru predicted, you were on the brink of pushing him away soon after he made your wish come true.

only if you weren’t so needy— so eager to finish all over him, then just maybe he’d feel bad about how absolutely feral your tears made him.

" dont tell me you can't take it hhn—, not when you creamin round me like tthis"

his thrusts grew sloppy— moans grew labored when his unsparing thrusts brought you both closer to your orgasm. the last thwack had you arching into him, clawing at his back. “yesyesyes just like that baby”

satorus fingers flew into your mouth—a hasty attempt to shut you up while he filled you with his seed.

“let it out sweet girl —fuck cum f’ me”

his eyes rolled back into his head, allowing you both to ride out your respective highs before peeling himself off you.

the sly grin he sported after looking down at the lewd scene made your heart drop. what could he possibly have up his sleeve now?

my god was he filthy—lowering his head close to your white painted pussy, forcing you to look into his half lidded eyes as he dipped his tongue inside of you.

he held the mixture of your release in his mouth and came up for a deep sensual kiss, sharing the result of your hard work with you.

you gasp against his lips, opening wide for him to let his tongue swirl with yours.

“two minutes left to spare” only he would be so quick to smile and joke with you after vandalizing your walls like that.

“you’re crazy” you laughed with with him. he holds his hand out for you, helping you off the desk and adjusting your bikini bottoms.

“you love it though”

he wasn’t wrong; you loved his antics just as much as he loved yours which is why you always found yourself bent over almost every surface imaginable.

walking out the watchpost, nobody seemed to have suspected anything from the two of you— not until they got closer and witnessed the claw marks down satorus back— at least.

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