Warnings| Slight Size Kink, Slight Cervix Fucking, Mirror Sex.

𝐌𝐎𝐑𝐍𝐈𝐍𝐆 𝐒𝐄𝐗

— Fushiguro Toji, Gojo Satoru, Ryomen Sukuna, Nanami Kento, Geto Suguru, Fushiguro Megumi, Yuji Itadori

cw. f!reader, size kink, soft sex, praise, oral, pussyjob, pet names, doggy, riding, use of ‘daddy’ (1 - geto)

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“Come on, doll,” he coos lifting your hips upward and pulling you onto his cock, “let’s start this day off right.”

He tickles your ear as he nibbles on your lobe making you moan even before his tip rubs your wet folds.  His hand tightens around your throat as he slowly works his way into your pretty slit, “fuck … you’re so tight.”

Your eyes roll back and you clench your fingers around the headboard as Toji moves his hips against yours, “you feel so good, you’re gonna come on this big cock, aren’t you uhu?”

His shaft stretches and spreads your tight hole with every inch pushed in as you moan and whimper in response. He pokes your sweet spots grinding inside your sloppy walls.

“Fuck … give me more,” you sob when he is finally fully in, his base pressed against you and his balls grazing your clit.

You gasp when he grabs your hips and starts rocking back and forth, lewd sounds fill the room, “you want my cock? Then take it all, come on.”

Your eyes roll back and your back arches even further, the headboard slams against the wall as your ass bounces from the rough thrusts. His fat balls slap your puffy bud making you tremble in anticipation.

“Toji … fuck … cumming don’t stop”. His favorite words. He intertwines his fingers with yours pushing against your sweet spot, making you cream and gush over his fat girth.

You cum copiously, your hips slamming against his as you try to take even more of his cock, “shit, doll, take it all,” he hums, his throbbing cock covered in white as you fuck out your high.

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𝐓𝐇𝐎𝐑𝐍𝐒 𝐎𝐅 𝐑𝐎𝐒𝐄𝐒 (𝟏𝟖+)

pairings: mid 40s!overhaul x early 20s!fem!virgin!reader

cw: stalking, modern au, drugs, exhibitionism elements, oral sex, deepthroat, spit, handjobs, unprotected vaginal sex, multiple orgasms, multiple rounds, loss of virginity, hymen tearing, bleeding from sex, some noncon elements, breeding kink, creampies (oral & vaginal) knife play, fingering, cum play

a/n: ahhhh overhaul. pls have ur way with me!!! tw: drugs (i wrote this intoxicated)

a sweet, innocent gardening girl like you couldn't help but ponder the lifestyle of the handsome man living in the neighboring house. not only have you provided gardening services for practically your entire neighborhood, but not once have they been brought to the attention of the mysterious man.

you'd never seen him, to be fair. well, at least not out in public. sometimes, you'd catch a peek of him taking out the garbage. or, driving away in his vastly expensive range rover to god knows where. it wasn't that you wanted to know- was it? the man hadn't even introduced himself to you yet, and the mere thought of him sent shivers up your spine.

kai chisaki.

that was his name. after spending countless hours on the internet destined to figure out your faraway neighbor's information, you'd finally obtained it. munching on popcorn in the wee hours of the morning, you twiddled your thumbs while digging deeper into chisaki's past.

kai chisaki linkedin... kai chisaki phone number... kai chisaki address... businessman kai chisaki... criminal record kai chisaki

after exhuasting rounds of straining your eyes on the internet, you collapsed onto your pillow. from what you discovered, chisaki had a surprising criminal record. he'd been arrested for DUI twice, as well as possession of marijuana and other illegal substances. it was all you could find on him criminally, but, if it were the case, how could he live so lavishly? i

it became even more of a task for you. you had to approach the man, somehow.

the next morning, you awoke after about three hours of sleep. you thrust your drained body from beneath the covers, causing your laptop and phone to crash onto the wooden floor. fuck. you hoped none of your roomates had awoken. living in a shared home with three of your close college friends near your campus proved to be quite the challenge. although, you were grateful that you trusted the individuals enough to live comfortably.

"who's kai chisaki?" a voice startled you. it belonged to one of your roomates.

"who?" you played dumb.

"kai chisaki! i was troubleshooting the computer and stumbled across your damn internet history."

"i thought i logged out of my school account!"

"first off, you simply admitted your guilt. second, why are you stalking one of our neighbors on your damn school account?"

at a loss for words, you shrugged.

"listen, i know a bit about him. but it's not much. he's a fairly quiet man, but he was business partners with my father." your friend tried to reassure you.

"isn't your father... a bit of a bad man?"

"you can't be that stupid. otherwise, i wouldn't be sharing a house with you."

"i don't know what you're talking about." you crinkle your eyebrows.

"what's my father known for? why am i not living with him anymore." your friend demanded an answer, especially after forcing a bit of truth after him.

"dealing... drugs?"

"and what information did you discover on chisaki?"

"he's been arrested for possession of illegal drugs."

"so, why do you think he's got such a nice damn house near the lake of all places?" you didn't have to think anymore. "still interested?" your friend exclaimed.

"i guess not." you sulk, knowing full well the show you were putting on intentionally.

"good. now, quit stalking the neighbors. don't you have gardening work to do?"

once your roomate popped out, you ran to your dresser. the visual in your head about chisaki being a bad boy set your nerves and libido on fire. he definitely looked the part, always wearing a mysterious black mask and subtly observing his surroundings. although, he'd never caught you.

you slung a tight fitting crop top over your head, letting it fall upon your shoulders before tugging it down to fit your breasts and hug your waist. the shorts you wore exposed a great deal of your ass, though the outfit was genuinely appropriate for the scalding hot weather.

you figured it was time to tell your morals to fuck off. you guys were neighbors, after all? it wouldn't be too strange to approach him and offer to do a little gardening work. it was your speciality. gathering your belongings, you headed out the door, hoping to yourself that chisaki was at home.

the walk to chisaki's wasn't a tedious one. he lived down the road near the nicer part of the neighborhood. his balcony overlooked a shimmering lake, and the rest of the maple colored home was engulfed in forest. you stared in awe at the architecture as you approached his home, almost forgetting the reason you were there.

it would be strange for chisaki to deny you your services, wouldn't it? you tried to convince yourself, although it was almost certain that he had paid housekeepers, gardeners, cooks... the whole nine yards. chisaki wasn't a man who dealt with such domestic chores. he had greater things to accomplish.

you stood in front of the large, heavy door. giving it a few gentle knocks, you're alerted by the sound of the screen door opening from behind. someone was there, though it wasn't chisaki.

"hello?" a light blue haired man opened the door. his fingernails were digging at his neck, and his bangs covered a major portion of his face. "who are you?"

"i live down the street!" you exclaim, anxiety overtaking you but adrenaline keeping you sane.

"oh." the quiet man sighed. "i assume you want to speak to overhaul?"

"i'm here to speak to kai chisaki."

the blue haired man almost choked on his words. was that his code name, you wondered?

"chisaki should be home any minute now. what is it that you want. what are you carrying." he said stoically.

"it's nothing, just some personal belongings and some gardening tools. i'm currently doing some charity work through gardening, and since we're neighbors... i figured."

"you can stop right there." he holds his palm up as a signal. "i understand."

"well, i'll... get to work."

"i never said we needed a gardener. chisaki's got all of that covered. does anything look like it needs work?mind telling me why you're really here?"

the man could sense malice intent, but it wasn't nearly in the context he expected. you couldn't tell him, no. you assumed that the man was just another business partner, but the moments of stalling and talking with him became your saving grace. a door slammed shut behind you. it was chisaki's range rover.

"chisaki!" the man called. "this girl wants a word with you." he turned away, partially shutting the door behind him. you were now face to face with your target as he made his way up the steps of his home. he paused in his tracks at the sight of you. it was you. he'd seen you before.

"you're the gardening girl." chisaki muttered. "why don't you take a seat inside?"

despite the red flags that bombarded your brain, the instance chisaki gave a seemingly green one, you were already making your way inside of his home.

"i'm inviting you in for one reason, and one only." chisaki led you to the living room where the blue haired man sat. the three of you now settled, he lowered his voice. "i want to know what your deal is with me. i assumed one day we'd find ourselves in a situation like this. and it's because you're naive."

"what?" you gasped. though, your "playing dumb" act wasn't working on him.

"you've been watching me. and i'm the one who usually watches people. mind telling me why? i don't intend on keeping you here. i'm just curious. and since you fell right into my hands..." chisaki motioned for the other man to leave, which he did immediately. "i'm assuming you have something i want."

you froze, unable to form words. were you going to be killed? no. he said he had no intentions of keeping you.

"what is it that you want?" you pry, arousal forming between your legs in excitement.

"it's not anything you have to offer, from what i can see. what kind of trick are you playing?"

"it's nothing! i promise... listen. i just wanted to make some money for charity."

"look at me." chisaki stood in front of you, his finger underneath your chin, tilting it upwards. "you think i haven't been watching you too?"

the words hit you. hard.

"yeah. why'd you come 'ere with such a tight outfit on? hm? walking around my house in nothing but a skimpy top and no bra?"

"you invited me in." you speak.

"i'm sorry, but i don't remember giving you permission to speak." chisaki let your chin down, turning away for a moment before accompanying beside you. "you're looking for charity money, huh. you sure you're not just a volunteer? or, maybe a girl with a sweet hobby?" he noted in his gruffy voice. "speak."

"i'm legit looking for money. i mean, charity money. i promise i have no bad intentions."

"hm, then why can i smell malice on your skin?" chisaki's fingers find your shoulder, which he squeezes between the pads of his fingertips.

you felt your nipples harden, and chisaki move in on you closer.

"w-what if somebody walks in?" you alarm.

"on what? we're just having a little fun."

"there's s-still someone in the house!" chisaki ignores you, attaching his lips to your soft neck and tearing the skin. you let out a whine, tilting your head to the side to accomodate chisaki's.

"sweet girl. you're getting yourself in some trouble." chisaki palmed at his erection, feeling it grow. he replaced his hand with your own, and you gasped at the feeling of his hard cock beneath the fabric. "touch me, babygirl."

"t-touch you?"

"i know you want to. plus, i know you can be good at it." he catches a glimpse of your doe eyes, and hardens more as a result. "be a good girl and palm my cock for me?"

you obey, and reach down to fondle his balls, feeling the fabric slip through your fingers as you attempt to grasp his sensitive areas. chisaki groans in delight, any and all concern lost and pushed to the back of his brain. the older man bucks his hips upwards, cock so hard it's about to pierce through his clothing.

"may i?" you tug at his belt buckle.

"yes, darling."

darling.

you immediately scramble to undo his belt, eagerly slipping it off and unzipping his trousers. he thrusts his hips upwards involuntarily, wanting nothing more than to feel one of your holes envelop him.

"good... good girl. so obedient for me." chisaki throws his head back the moment his bare cock is in your fist. you pump his shaft up and down, precum collecting around the tip and dribbling down to his base. the palm of your hand becomes drenched in his sticky pre-ejaculate, and you free your fist temporarily in order to taste him. licking a stripe up your palm, you've encouraged yourself to take him in your mouth.

his tip, now wrapped between pursed lips, reddens and hardens as you drag your tongue on the underside of his shaft. chisaki's hands now fizzled in your hair, he bobs you up and down halfway, which is about all you can take of his huge cock.

"i'm not satisfied," chisaki pushes you down further. "you need to learn how to deepthroat."

feeling your throat close in, chisaki orders you to loosen the iron grip and relax around him. your throat slowly but surely relaxes, and in that split second of peace, chisaki shoves you down on his cock. your lips meet at his base, almost to where you can feel his balls tighten. "f-fuck... that feels s-so good." chisaki brings you back up by your ponytail, thrusting his hips into your awaiting mouth.

"it fits perfectly in your throat. don't you think?" chisaki thrusts even harder, refusing to slow down until he was at a place to properly edge himself. spit dribbles out the corners of your lips, and you're practically choking on your own saliva alongside his massive length as it trails down to rest on his balls.

the noises you make only pursue him further, and chisaki's full on face fucking you. each gag and gargle your throat produces eggs him on all the more, causing him to obliterate your throat with the spear of his length. when you begin to gag on the upper end of his cock, your fingers stroke what you can't reach.

"naughty, naughty slut. you can't get me off with your mouth, can you? useless whore." chisaki lies, only wanting to feel you push your body to its limits. he was, in fact, so close to cumming that he was nearly ashamed. "get back on my dick, princess."

you're only allowed a spare moment to catch your breath, but chisaki's words tattoo your brain. you had to prove him wrong. make him cum. and make him whine.

slurping stripes up and down chisaki's length, you feel his balls tighten in the palm of your hand. you swirl your tongue around his sensitive tip, and his grip only tightens. "back down you go, princess." chisaki smirks, chuckling as he pleasured himself and used you as a fuckdoll. the force of his cock impales your throat once more, despite how desperately you try to relax it.

chisaki's close, you can tell by his breathing. it's scattered. it's stuttered. it mimics his body.

"i'm gonna cum..." chisaki whines. just what you wanted to hear. voluntarily pushing yourself all of the way down, chisaki throws his head back, eyes rolling as he spurts his creamy load down your throat. the violent pulsing of his shaft electrifies your warm cavern. chisaki thrusts shallowly in order to ride out his high, satisfied with the strength of the orgasm. he pulls you off of him, flipping you onto your stomach.

"ch-chisaki!"

"i'm taking you. now."

"w-what?! chisaki... i'm!"

"a virgin? not with the way you suck cock."

"i'm also not on any birth control..."

"so." chisaki grins. "a fertile virgin. i like it. you've never had sex with a real man before, have ya?" chisaki strokes his cock, pumping it back to a substantial hardness.

"i've never had sex... with any man," you shy away, burying your head in the cushions. chisaki positions his tip at your hole, attempting to push into your virgin entrance.

"o-ow!!" you cry, arching your back as chisaki abuses your hymen. his cock attempts to pierce through, creating a hole for itself before burying just his tip inside. and god, even that was quite a stretch.

"i've got you, baby." chisaki says softly. "does it hurt?" you wipe your tears.

"yes... please, go slow."

"i go at the pace i want." chisaki curses, burying more of himself inside of you as you let out cries of anguish. you had to admit, though. that the stretch itself felt amazing despite the agonizing pain at first.

chisaki's buried inside of you almost entirely by now, his cream coated cock ready to pull out.

"chisaki!" you clench around nothing as he does so, only for your hole to tighten at the wrong moment.

"let me in." he orders.

"yes!" you clenches feel amazing around him, and chisaki's fingers wrap around your throat from behind as he begins to tear even more of your hymen by his harsh rhythm.

"like that, babygirl? like having your pussy demolished?" chisaki moans, feeling pure bliss as he glides in and out of your creamy hole.

"y-yes! chisaki." the older man's experience tells him to reach down and rub your little clit. he's fast to do so, pinching it between the fingers of his other hand as his grip on your neck tightens further.

"o-oh! ch-chis-aki!" you grind your ass on him, working back on his cock and swaying your hips. chisaki mumbles in disbelief as he feels his orgasm approach him once more, and this time. a lot stronger.

he couldn't believe what he was defiling. a perfect, virgin sweetheart that had never been touched by a real man before. your breasts bounced in your now loosened crop top, shorts discarded on the floor and panties slipped to the side to expose your violated cunt.

"you wanna cum, no?" chisaki growls. "i'll stop."

"no! please!" you gasp. "i'll be a good girl. fuck me as hard as you want, please. just let me... let me cum!"

chisaki grins, positioning both strong hands on your hips in preparation. your ass perched in the air for him, chisaki rips off your panties with a spare switchblade, not bothering with the fabric. you yelp in shock as chisaki slaps your ass, tossing the drawn blade aside.

"that was in my fuckin' way." his temper and arousal heightens.

the older man takes one good look at his view before thrusting hard into your hole, as well as doing so as slow as molasses. his tip positioned at your womb, chisaki groans as he harshly pummels in and out, causing your poor body to shake and tremor.

chisaki's hips slap against your ass, balls smacked against your clit that's been ignored.

"saki... my clit."

"what about your clit?"

"r-rub it, please!"

"hm, do you think you're being a good enough girl?"

"i do! i do... please."

"i'm gonna need you to beg a little harder than just please, babygirl. tell me you want me to fuck you even harder."

"i want it harder!" there's not one ounce of hesitation in your voice. "harder. now!"

"giving me orders, are you?" chisaki picks up the pace, cock driving into your gspot as he struggles to edge himself. the feeling of your warmth almost too pleasurable for him to handle. he needed to cum deep inside of you.

"chisaki..." you cry out as he rubs your clit in circles. "c-cum in me!"

the words light a fire in the man, who pounds your ass hard during the last few moments before his orgasm. he'd had enough fun edging himself, and was ready for his reward.

"saki! i'm! cummin'..." you relax your body as you feel chisaki's thrusts slow down the moment he cums. he stills inside of you for the first spurt, bending over your body at a painful angle for you, cock nestling itself near your cervix as his semen travels upwards.

feeling the warmth provided by chisaki's semen, you cum hard. your pussy clenches down on his sensitive length and tip. chisaki, not ever wanting to pull out basks in the pleasure that you're giving him with the pulses of your pussy. he waits for them to die down before slowly withdrawing, thick ropes of cum falling out of your pussy.

"and you're not on birth control, are you?" chisaki cackles to himself, watching diligently as his cum pours in buckets out of your sopping pussy.

"i should fuck that back into you, shouldn't i?" his fingers meet your slit, and chisaki begins to play with the cum. you allow him to insert his fingers inside of your sensitive pussy, as well as play with your slippery clit as much as he wished. the man was fascinated with you, wanting nothing more than to make love to you for the rest of eternity.

completely beat, you close your eyes.

"so, gardener girl. here's a good $500." chisaki pulls out a wad of cash, throwing it onto your body as if you're his personal prostitute. "put it to good use. do something in your life. don't become like me." he says in a mellow tone.

"i'll follow wherever you go, chisaki." you say almost mournfully, eyes meeting his as you exchange sweet words and glances. "i'll let you fuck me as much as you want." you grin.

"sounds like the perfect plan."

# when his child comes home with a love letter !

✫ ft: dad! akaashi , sakusa , atsumu , kuroo , iwaizumi , suna

✫ a/n: the kids are in elementary school (so think kindergarten & 1st grade!) i don’t specify that reader is a parent for the sake of not using gendered terms such as “mom” !!

✫ AKAASHI is a bit surprised when his son shows him the love letter, urging him to read it. keiji looks it over and nods along as his son tells him about the classmate he got the love letter from. he has to admit, it’s quite cute seeing his shy and collected boy so happy about a little sheet of paper covered in hand-drawn hearts. “how about we right one back?” keiji sits his son down beside him and helps him write a polite letter thanking his classmate for professing their feelings to him. and as his son scribbles out the words in his childish handwriting, keiji smiles to himself, wishing he had the courage to write love letters when he was a young boy.

✫ SAKUSA can’t help but feel disgusted. every morning, he drops his pretty girl off to school, little bows in her hair that looks like his, to learn, so why is she coming back home with a pink heart-shaped paper covered in “i love you”s? she walks up to him and holds up the letter, giggling and smiling as she tells him about the cute boy who sits across from her. “you’re too young for boys, angel, why don’t we write each other love letters instead?” he kisses her cheeks repeatedly as she swings her legs back and forth in her seat, making the prettiest letter for her dad.

✫ ATSUMU tells his daughter about how he “used to get a lot of those in my day.” to be honest, atsumu is kind of upset that his daughter got a love letter (from a boy who probably picks his nose, he thinks). she’s still young — he wishes that she’d give all her love and attention to her dad, not some random boy at school. he hides his feelings, though, and tells her, “of course ya got one, my baby’s the cutest!” and when she pulls him in for a hug that night, giving him a kiss on the cheek as she does every night, atsumu feels secure knowing that she’s so loved.

✫ KUROO chuckles when his son tries to hide the love letter behind his back. of course, he sees it and proceeds to ask him about it. his son tells him that a girl gave it to him during recess, and that he wants to ask her to be his girlfriend. kuroo prides himself in knowing that his son got his confidence. “we should get her something, yeah? what about a spelling book?” kuroo’s son glares at his dad, feeling oh so offended that he insulted his soon-to-be girlfriend. but being the incredible dad he is, kuroo sends his son to school the next day with handmade chocolate covered pretzels and a pat on the back (for good luck).

✫ IWAIZUMI feels embarrassed when his daughter comes home with a love letter. how is he supposed to tell her that these are grown-up things? he chuckles at the thought of a little boy writing her a love letter. he never wrote love letters as a kid (he always had trouble expressing his emotions to those he loves). and even though hajime wants to tell his daughter that she shouldn’t be receiving love letters, he decides against it. “daddy, can we invite him to watch godzilla with us?” how can he say no when his favorite girl wants to spend time with her dad, as well?

✫ SUNA simply looks at his daughter in awe, mouth gaping slightly, as she jumps around and giggles at the drawing of her and her classmate. he takes the love letter from her, mumbling that it “isn't even a good drawing.” but she's having fun with her little schoolgirl crush, so he doesn't say anything else. that night, he goes to her room to see what she’s up to before going to bed, and she tells him to help her choose the colors for her drawing. of course, he sits down cross-legged on her purple carpet and hands her crayon after crayon so she can finish her own love letter before she goes to bed. with a kiss to her head, he just hopes her dreams will be full of memories of her and her dad.

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that tiktok audio of the tr boys saying “mikey” is stuck in my head😭

i'm with becky on this one 😩

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cw. f!reader, c. somno, pussyjob, creampie

belphie can already feel his cock throbbing under his pants when he finds you napping in his bed.

you’re all curled up on yourself, his t-shirt you’re wearing is lifted over your ass leaving a good glimpse of your panties.

he couldn’t help himself. he had been thinking all morning about your nice tight pussy and now that you are serving it to him directly on his bed he can’t help but take advantage of it.

his boxers fall at his feet quickly. he didn’t like the thought of waking you up, he wanted to let you rest but the need to slide inside you was too strong.

his cock throbs as he presses it against your covered cunt and rubs it back and forth. his eyes roll back as a soft moan escapes from your lips.

his lips cling to your neck. belphie sucks your soft skin from behind your ear to your shoulders, hoping this will help stifle his desperate moans.

belphie’s hand runs from your side to your breast. he gropes it firmly and squeezes his index and thumb over your nipple, “you’re so good,” he whispers in your ear.

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eren yeager | smut, slight fluff, angst if you squint | aristocrat!au

wordcount: 5.8k

content: upper class shenanigans, softdom!eren, fem!reader, oral (receiving), penetration (missionary and doggy), rough sex, pet names (princess, beautiful, etc.), crying, dick drunk reader, daddy kink, eren is a liiiittle pushy and an asshole (just a tiny bit), both of them holding a very weird hatred for each other (idk how else to describe it), unprotected sex (use protection kids)

― synopsis: being the heir of the biggest company in paradis holds it's challenges but no one prepared you for eren yeager

note from pooh: this turned out to be longer than expected lmao, writing smut after a long time is so hard omg i never know what the hell to say, hopefully it's not that obvious. i'm not too happy with it but i'm so over re-writing it at this point hahaha.

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“Oh don’t look so glum,” your mother chastised, tucking a strand of hair behind your ear. “Enjoy yourself my love.” Her diamond earrings glistened in the warm candle light cascading from the chandeliers of the grand ballroom. She was an angelic vision in her lilac dusted gown, the same diamonds as the ones in her ears speckled through the fine fabric like dew on flower petals.

You sighed, sipping from your recently refilled glass of white wine. “Easier said than done.” Your gaze moved with the dancing crowd below you, dots of assorted colours and jewellery, black, white, green, pink. You hadn’t seen him yet.

She chuckled at your seriousness. “Do you really think hiding yourself away up in the balcony is going to solve your problems?”

Yes. “What else am I supposed to do?” You sent her a questioning side glance.

“Oh I don’t know… go down there? Dance? Mingle? God forbid you have fun.” She positions herself at your side against the banister, dress brushing against your own.

Silently you leaned your head on her shoulder, a scent of vanilla and roses floating from her skin. “Is he here?” You whispered as you played with the delicate lace on your sleeves.

“He is.” She replied solemnly, resting her head on top of yours.

Your heart sank as her words solidified your anxiety. Of course he was here, how could he not be?

The man in question was one Eren Yeager, son of Lord Grisha and Lady Carla of Maria. A man who had been a thorn in your side since you were children. Lord Grisha generated his wealth from his medical practices littered across the country, this was valuable to your family, valuable enough to do business with.

Your parents thought it a good idea for you and Eren to become acquainted, being about the same age, maybe something would blossom. Though the only thing that did blossom was the growing hatred between you both. You somehow were always getting on each other’s nerves, so much so that you began to despise him. It started with small childish things, hair pulling, petty fights over trivial topics like who got to have the last of everything, but when you hit adolescence he made it a point to make a snarky comment no matter what you were doing.

“What the hell happened to your face?” He’d scowled at you one afternoon while you lay idly in the grass reading a book. It just so happened to be the same day your mother decided you were old enough to start wearing makeup.

You threw him an irritated look. “It’s makeup.”

“Your mother let you leave the house looking like that?” His shadow covers your face as he leans over you curiously, running a finger along your cheek.

“Piss off Eren!” He laughs as you throw your book at his face, easily dodging the hardback.

It was even worse as you came of age to actually date. He somehow managed to wriggle his way in and meddle with all your potential suitors, spreading rumours, interrupting dances and private conversations. There was a time everyone believed you’d slept with all of your father’s business partners, of course it wasn’t true but that didn’t stop your parents from losing their minds over the allegations. Your reputation was an important one, it was make or break in this dog-eat-dog world you were born into. You never really did find out who or where that rumor came from, but you had a funny feeling Eren had something to do with it.

“Maybe he’ll behave himself now that he’s in public.” Your mother continued.

“Fine I’ll go, but if he says anything out of turn...” You looked to her, finding no trace of disapproval, just her soft features watching sway of dresses below.

“You’ll be fine.” She shifts to stand upright again before kissing your temple. “What’s the worst that could happen?” She smiles, disappearing through the curtain draped over the entryway of the balcony.

Sighing, you down the last of your wine and readjust the bust of your dress, smoothing over the lace that hung off your shoulders, dress twinkling in the light like stars at dusk. With a deep breath you found your way to the staircase that led onto the ballroom floor, hesitating at the top as you watched a parade of colour flutter by. You had yet to see Yeager, you reassured yourself. And hopefully you’d go the whole night without the misfortune of running into him. As you began your decent your mother’s words echoed through your mind one last time.

What was the worst that could happen?

Foreign and familiar faces welcomed you with curtseys and bows of reverence while you walked through the crowd, head held high and a bright smile on your face, greeting your family’s many business partners.

Being the heir to one of the largest companies in all of Paradis held a lot of responsibility, the primary one, being the picturesque daughter your father sought you out to be. Proper, intelligent and scandal-free. Something that was already hard to do in a sea of people who fed off of gossip.

“Lady y/n.” A kindly voice pulled you from your thoughts. “Could I interest you in a dance?” Jean Kirstein - the newest addition to your fathers growing list of associates- greeted you coyly with a hand outstretched in invitation.

You gave a half-smile “Of course.”

He was a handsome man to say the least, with tussled blond hair and a smile that had butterflies churning in your stomach. His suit was a classic black and white three piece, a teal tie bringing a pop of colour that complimented his alluring hazel eyes.

With one hand in yours and the other securely on your waist, he whisked you out onto the dance floor, taking the lead as he began moving you in time with the music. His gentle gaze never left yours as you floated across the floor effortlessly, touch warm against your hips that he guided in a rhythm that met his own.

“You’re quite good at this aren’t you?” Your playful expression made him chuckle.

“Of course my lady,” he replied, spinning you before continuing. “I had to make a good first impression didn’t I?”

The tempo rose with the changing routine and it was time to switch partners. He laid a soft kiss on your hand before releasing you in another spin, a laugh bubbling in your chest as you landed in the arms of your next partner.

“Good to see you’re enjoying yourself my lady,” your smile faltered as you looked up to see the face of the man you’d so desperately tried to avoid all night. “Don’t look so upset, frowning was never a good look on you?” A smirk hung on his lips as he towered over your smaller frame, loose hairs framing his face as he pinned you with mischievous eyes.

“What are you doing here, Eren?” You spat, feeling your skin tingle where his touch slowly made its way down the small of your back.

A huff left his chest. “I was sent an invitation? Why were you hoping I wouldn’t come?”

“Yes,” you retort. “I was hoping for a night of peace.”

He extended an arm and spun you in place, then roughly pulled you back into his chest. “You and I both know that’s never going to happen.” There was a knowing undertone in his voice, a tone that you knew always held bad intentions.

“Why must you always ruin my night?” You carped, trying your best to maintain your composure. There were too many important people around for you to make a scene and not face the consequences, but the longer he spoke the closer he was to pushing you there.

He dipped you low and your gaze caught Jean’s, who smiled at you softly while dancing with a women in red. How you yearned to be back in his arms again.

“So you and Kirstein? What’s that about?” Eren nodded to the man in question as he brought you back up again. Your breath nearly left you with how close his lips were to your own, too distracted by that fact you didn’t even register his question.

“What?” Your brows furrowed at him as you took a step back to put some distance between you.

He met you with an icy expression. “Are you and Jean...an item?” He pressed, voice faltering at the end as if it pained him to even say those words. Why did he care?

“No, he’s an associate of my father’s, why does it matter?” You answered honestly, unconsciously moving your hand from his shoulder to his chest, running your index finger over the key shaped pin on his jacket collar.

“You seem awfully fond of someone who cleans horse shit for a living.” You catch him glance over his shoulder to where you could only assume Jean stood, not missing the irritation in his voice.

“He does not,” your hand smacks his chest. “He runs the biggest transport company in the country, horses are just one of his divisions.”

Eren rolls his eyes at your defensiveness. “Oh so you do like him. I didn’t know you enjoyed the smell of horse shi-”

The song comes to an end and you break away from him before you do something you’d regret. You opened your mouth and closed it again, fist balling at your side as everything you ever wanted to say became stuck in your throat. For all the belittling, the mocking and the embarrassment, you wanted to let him have it, but something held you back. Your tongue was stiff as he watched you with an inscrutable expression, waiting for you to break.

Instead your face softens, an equally unreadable expression etched upon your features. “Thank you for the dance Eren, good evening.” You said simply, giving a final curtsey before turning your back to him, you weren’t going to give him the satisfaction.

With a hastened pace you pushed your way through the sea of guests, odd looks cast your way as you haphazardly bumped into a server holding champagne, making you lose your balance. The glasses clattered to the floor with a loud shatter, most of it spilling on your dress in the commotion as you landed on your hands and knees in the liquid. The crowd around you gasped and sneered, encircling your distressed figure, on the floor, apologetic and frantically searching for an exit. You saw Eren among them, a taunting glint in his eyes, as if he enjoyed seeing you like this. Beneath him.

You were mortified.

“Y/n! Are you alright?” Jean’s voice broke your fixed gaze. The man knelt down to help you up, taking his hand in yours. To his surprise you tore your hand from his, offered him a pained smile and curtsied half-heartedly.

“Excuse me.” You choked before speeding up the staircase, uncaring of the array of murmurs and snickers that followed your abrupt and dramatic exit.

This was his fault, Eren fucking Yeager. You cursed as your feet blistered in the tall heels you’d been wearing the whole night, reduced to hobbling down the long hallway, body stick and damp from alcohol. This was the worst that could happen, you thought. As if being ridiculed wasn’t enough he had to go and add insult to injury with his stupid fucking face mocking you from the crowd.

Was this his plan? To rile you up so much that you’d slip up in front of everyone that was important to you? To your family?

“Fucking Yeager!” You growl, stepping into your room and slamming your door shut behind you. You began pulling pins from your hair tossing them onto your vanity in frustration, strands falling over your shoulders as you kicked off your shoes in the process. You were done with this evening, with everyone and everything associated with it.

As you finally tore the last pin from your hair you heard a knock at your door. “I’m not accepting guests at this time!” You called out, frustrated with the ties on your dress. There was silence, then another knock. “Go away!” A string of curses fall from your lips as your fingers continue to slip against the silky fabric. “This couldn’t possibly get any worse.” You sigh. Then you heard your door open. “I said go away-!”

The source of your fury stood leant against the door frame, an arrogant aura emanating from his figure as he watched you struggle to undress. “How unladylike-”

The shoes you had discarded on the floor found their way into your hands and you aimed for his head, disappointed as he narrowly dodged object. “Get out!” You glowered at him, other shoe in hand ready to throw.

He gave you an incredulous look, smoothing the loose strands on his forehead displaced due to evading your attack. “Are you insane?!” He shouts, picking up the shoe you’d just tossed at his face.

You threw the other shoe, this time at his groin, to which again he narrowly dodged. “Have you not had enough of making a fool of me today? You had to come up here to see your work first hand?” You’d given up on your calm façade, letting your emotions spill as you saw fit in the privacy of your room.

“You’re blaming me for that disaster?” He brayed, both of your shoes now in his palms.

“Of course this is your fault!” You spat callously. “The constant degrading, the fucking agony you put me through every event. You love to humiliate me every chance you get! And for what? Your own twisted sense of humour?” Your chest heaved as you found yourself mere inches from him, breast almost against his in your fit of rage, defeated tears spilling down your flushed cheeks.

You hated to cry, especially in front of Eren but at this point you couldn’t think of anything else to do. The pained attempt to stop the tears from falling ended in hundred more flooding out, you couldn’t bottle it all up anymore, not this time.

Silence filled the room, save your shallow shaky breathes and his deep ones. His face was once again unreadable, eyes scouring yours, for what you didn’t know. Abandoning your shoes on the floor, his hand brushed a stray lock of hair that curled at your collarbone, grazing the skin there as his now softened gaze lowered to your lips, then back to your watery-eyed glare. The touch set goosebumps upon your skin as he continued up your neck to your jaw, wiping a thumb over your tear stained cheek.

“Let me make it better.” He breathed onto your lips, pleading eyes piercing into yours. His thumb traced your bottom lip tenderly, time slowing as his lips met yours. He walked you backward further into your bedroom by your hips, closing the door behind him with an audible sound that reverberated off the hinges. His hand shifted to caress the back of your neck, pulling you into him further to deepen the kiss, moulding against your lips as he used his other hand to loosen the knot in the ties of your dress.

When the back of your knees hit your bed you parted, out of breath and thinking bit clearly. “Eren,” you sighed, forehead against his as your breathing fell in time with one another. “Please, we-” He places a kiss on your cheek, turning you around to have better access to the back of your dress.

“Shh.” He whispers. His fingers pry the ties free and from their loops and he watches your body visibly relax, finally released from the confines of the material. Softly he pulls the fabric from your arms and down your waist till it became a pool of colour on the carpeted floor. His jacket and tie join it as he flicked the first few buttons of his shirt open to expose the tanned expanse of his chest.

You felt oddly vulnerable in your underwear, even if this wasn’t the first time he’d seen you this way, his gaze still painted a flush upon your skin. Instinctually your arms came up to cover your bare chest, breasts almost spilling from between them.

He chuckles, neck lowering to plant a kiss on your shoulder as he smooths a hand over your stomach. “I’ve seen you like this plenty of times but you still hide from me.”

His fingers played with the waistband of your panties mindlessly, lips continuing their way up your shoulder. The heat of his touch has your mind going fuzzy, losing yourself in the way his hands trailed over your skin, familiar with every mark, every crevasse, every curve your body had to offer. Your lips part in a gasp as he bites into the soft flesh of your neck, sucking a dark bruise into the skin. “I’ll never get tired of seeing you like this.”

He turns you back around to face him, pushing you onto the mattress softly. His hips nestle between your thighs as his body envelops yours, pressing his hard-on against your clothed pussy.

“Eren.” With a sigh your hips squirm beneath his, attempting ease the arousal rapidly pooling at your core.

“Yes, sweetheart?” You lose your voice at the way his mouth paths down your collarbone, laving marks into the depths of your skin. His hands find yours still covering your chest and pries them away, entwining your fingers to pin your hands above your head. Beneath his intense gaze the flush on your skin deepened, struggling to keep still while your heart threatened to beat out of your chest. He looked like he wanted to devour you.

“Y/n.” He whispers mindlessly against your skin. Before you could answer him a gasp caught in your throat as his tongue encircled your nipple. He released your hands to cup your tits, rolling the other bud between his thumb and forefinger. “Keep them there.”

Your back arched unconsciously, rubbing yourself against his cock — still uncomfortably strained against the zipper of his trousers — causing a deep groan to sound from his throat, the sound alone making your clit throb.

“Fuck, Eren.” Digging your nails into your palms you struggled to keep them above your head, as you whined. It was embarrassing the amount of power he had over you, the way a simple flick of his tongue birthed an impossible ache between your thighs. After doing this with him for this long you’d think it’d have worn off by now.

“That’s it beautiful, say my name.” He coos, continuing his assault down to your thighs. His fingers curl around your panties and guide them down your legs, letting it join your dress on the floor.

A breathy moan escaped you as he wastes no time drawing a long strip from your entrance to your your clit, moaning at the way your arousal danced on his tongue. Pushing your thighs apart he did it again, dipping his tongue into you this time to gage your reaction.

Those sweet sounds he craved for weeks finally fell freely from your lips, like music to his ears. He drank in every gasp and every whimper as your head lulled back and your back arched, still obeying his instruction as your fingers dug into the bedsheets.

His cock twitched as you began rocking your hips into his face, matching the pace of his tongue fucking into your dripping cunt. How did he always end up here? Back in this position, on his knees, between your legs, savouring the way you tasted like it was the last time he’d ever get to experience it. How tightly did you have him wound around your finger? Pretty damn tight apparently. As much as he tried to deny it, push you away with insults, humiliation and bickering he always found himself here, worshiping your pussy.

He hated you for it.

“’Ren, please. Please, please, please, fuck.” Your thighs strained against his hold, trembling as you continued fucking his face.

Fuck, he could listen to you beg forever. “What do you want princess?” He asked in a husky tone, planting tender a kiss on your inner thigh. His eyes were glazed over, a deeper green than they were on the dancefloor. Fingertips ghosted your entrance as he waited for your reply, his breath on your clit making you clench around nothing.

“I need you... I need you inside me, please.” You panted desperately.

“Shit,” he mutters under his breath as you open your legs wider for him. “Look how wet you are.” The way your arousal dripped down your ass and onto the sheets made his mouth water, the view never got old. Reluctantly pulling away from you he finally rids himself of his clothes, sighing softly as he finally freed his cock from the confines of his pants.

The sight had your mind reeling. He reminded you of an art piece, like marble where the finest detail was carved to perfection. His skin glowed in the candle light, glistening in a thin veil of sweat with your arousal still on his lips — rosy and plush. Muscles pulsed as he reached behind his head to pull the band in his hair, freeing a cascade of long dark hair onto his back and shoulders.

He hovers over you, lips ghosting yours as he guides his cock through your folds with a hiss. “You’re going to be the death of me.”

“I’d hope so.” You reply with a cheeky grin, laying a kiss on his chin.

You yelp as his hand slaps your ass harshly, the sound reverberating off the walls. There was a handprint now burning red on your ass. “What was that for?” You hiss, trying to move your hips away but find them pinned to the mattress under his weight.

He bites your neck in reply. “For being rude.”

“Oh piss off.” He raises a warning brow as you roll your eyes.

Again he smacks your ass as punishment, this time harder in the same place. “Do that one more time, see what happens.”

The sting of your ass seemed to have clouded your judgement as you proceeded to take him up on that challenge. “Fuck yo-!”

Before you could finish your rebuttal he shoves his cock into you without warning, completely filling you to the hilt. Your hands find his shoulders instinctively, embedding crescent shaped marks into his skin. The sound you made was a mix between a gasp and a moan, both in shock and pleasure at the sudden intrusion.

“I’m sorry what were you saying?” Eren chuckles beside your ear, smirk evident in his tone.

A shaky breath leaves your chest. “I hate you.” You grumble in reply, the words coming out breathier than intended.

He shifts to rest his forehead against yours, a shit-eating grin still on his face. “If you hate me so much…” The pause is met with a harsh thrust of his hips, sending another moan tumbling from your lips. “Then why am I the only one that’s able to have you like this?” Your breath hicks as he repeats the same action, nose brushing his as he moved.

You didn’t have a real answer, it’s not like you didn’t seek sex from other partners, you did, but none of them could compare to the man before you. There was something comforting in how he knew your body inside and out, your expressions, the way your skin flushed under his touch, every moan and stutter. You trusted him with your body as he did you with his, but in doing so it fed into an addiction, one that could only be satisfied by Eren.

“Who said you were the only one?” You teased back.

His breath hit your nose as he huffed out a laugh. “No one can make you feel the way I do. Admit it.”

It was your turn to laugh. “Don’t flatter yourself. Anyone can do what you do, you’re not special.”

“Oh really?” His cock twitches inside of you, hips moving at an agonisingly slow pace. “Like who?”

“O-others, why do you need to know?” You stutter out, unable to draw a realistic name from the top of your head.

“I’d like to know who my competition is. That is if they even exist.” Your skin tingles as his nose traces the curve on your cheek. Eren knew exactly what that stutter meant. You were a liar. But that didn’t make going along with it any less entertaining.

“Of course they exis- fuck!” Pleasure overwhelms you as he hits a familiar spot, fingers playing with your clit as he continued his strokes.

“Mmm.” He groans against your cheek. “You know how much I hate lies y/n.” His pace doesn’t let up as he speaks, fingers and cock moving in time with one another, a sweet harmony that had you struggling to maintain your fragile composure.

“I’m not-”

Spank.

“Stop lying to me sweetheart,” he warns again upping the pressure on your clit. “Who’s the only one who can make you feel like this?” You could barely think, let alone speak as he continued his ministrations. Your pussy was a sopping mess, so much so that the lewd sound of your wet cunt taking his cock was audible with every delicious stroke.

Your breath fanned against his neck, hot and fast between moans and whines. The longer this went on the quicker your resolve dissipated and soon you were at his mercy. “You ‘Ren, it’s you.”

“I’m sorry?” He smiles, leaning his ear to your lips. “Say it again I don’t think I heard you.”

“Fuck, you’re the only one who can make me feel like this ‘Ren.” You repeat begrudgingly between breaths.

“Good girl.” With a kiss to your cheek he leans back on his heels, letting his cock slip out of you. “Turn over for me.”

Obediently you flip over on your hands and knees, chest brushing the mattress as you position your ass in the air. You feel him move over you, watching as he retrieves two pillows at the head of the bed to place under your hips, to which you happily lay on.

His hands slip themselves into the crease where your hips met your thighs, memorising the way your back arched in this position. He proceeds to run his thumbs over the small of your back, parallel to your spine before his grip tightens slightly and he’s pushing your hips into the pillows. Slowly he eases into you, moaning at the way your pussy engulfed him eagerly, tightening as inch by inch he drew deeper.

"Holy fuck, ‘Ren!” You cry, nails clawing the sheets. It was like he was in your stomach, if that was even possible.

His tongue paths it’s way up your spine, leaving spaced open mouth kisses on your skin till he reaches your ear. “Does that feel good princess?”

You could only moan in response, heavy breaths wafting your hair that had fallen over your face. He wasn’t even moving but he still managed to turn your brain to mush.

With a chuckle he pecks your shoulder. “I can’t hear you.”

“Yes.”

“Yes what?” His hip shift slightly, drawing a string of whines from your throat. “I want to hear you say it.”

“Yes, daddy.”

“Mhm.” The weight of his body leaves yours as he sits back up, pausing to give your ass a squeeze. “And what if move like this?” His hips draw back slowly before pushing back into you with a force that almost knocked the breath out of you. “That feel good to baby?”

“Yes, fuck it feels so good daddy.”

That was all the confirmation he needed to let go and fuck you into the bed the way he knew you loved. Hard and rough. Using your back as leverage he pressed into your skin, grip tight around your waist as he watched your ass ripple with every slap of his hips against your own.

You were so damn intoxicating it wasn’t even a joke anymore. There were days he’d actually miss this, miss you. Your face, your scent, your taste, how your pussy felt as it squeezed him at every inch, it was like you were made for him and vice versa. He’d never actually tell you any of that though.

This wasn’t love. It was sex, reoccurring mind blowing sex.

“Fuck, yes, yes, yes, yes!” By the way your toes curled he knew he was hitting that sweet spot along your walls. Satisfaction swelled in his chest at your cock drunk form scrunching the sheets between your fingers, losing your voice in the pleasure surging through your body.

“That’s it sweetheart.” Cooing, he slows his pace to pin your hands behind your back, trapping your wrists in one hand and using the other to play with your clit. “You love this dick don’t you?”

Mindlessly you reply. “Yes daddy, so deep in my pussy.” At this point you would say anything, do anything if he asked you to. With the way his dick kissed that spot inside you over and over it was hard not to lose yourself, to let your eyes roll back and just take it.

“You feel so good princess, fuck you take me so well.” He looks down to where your bodies met, almost cumming at the sight of you creaming all over his cock. Your nails were digging into the back of his hand that still pinned your hands to the small of your back, grip tightening as your thighs tensed.

“I’m gonna cum, I-I’m gonna cum.” You whine with a hick.

“Cum for me, sweetheart. Cum all over this dick.” He wasn’t going to be able to hold back much longer as you grew tighter with each passing stroke, but he needed you to cum first, he needed to watch you come undone on his cock.

“Eren!” You hold onto his hand for dear life as you fall over the edge, your whole body tightening as Eren fucks you through your orgasm, fingers still softly caressing your clit.

“Good girl, that’s it.” He praises, out of breath, soon following with his own high. White hot ropes of cum painted your insides as a variation of your name fell from his lips in an incoherent mess. Normally he’d never be caught dead cumming inside if it was any one else but because it was you he bent that rule.

You groan softly as your body grew heavy, sinking into the soft mattress. Almost ready to pass out then and there you feel Eren shuffle behind you, moaning as his cock slides against your walls, slowly drawing from your warmth.

He falls onto his back beside you with a sigh. “Come here.”

“Mmm.” You groan, still fucked out and limp with flattened pillows under your hips probably damp with his cum as you felt it leak from your hole.

He clicks his tongue and pulls you forward effortlessly by your arm, cradling you in his side. There was a long silence as you both lay there listening to the rhythm of each others breaths, content in the comfort you had both built after months of this routine.

When all this first began you refused to even look at each other after the fact, getting dressed and leaving the room immediately. But one drunken night when you woke up to find him still there beside you, arm around your waist and pulled into his chest, you couldn’t bring yourself to pull away. It soon became normal for you to lay like this, naked and vulnerable, listening to his heart beat.

“You okay?” He questions, still looking up at the ceiling.

“Tired.” You sigh softly. Your fingers traced the grooves of his chest, circling his pectoral mindlessly.

He exhales heavily. “Feel better?”

With a chuckle you trail your finger down his abdomen. “A little.”

The look he throws you has your smile grow wider. “Only a little?” He turns on his side, resting his head on his hand. “Still lying to me.”

“Gonna have to try a little harder than that, Yeager.” Teasingly you tap his nose, laughing at the way he frowns at your simple gesture.

He caresses your face with his free hand, running a thumb over your rosy lips. “You really think I don’t know you after all these years?” The question was longing, like he was reminiscing every encounter you two ever had.

“I didn’t think you paid that much attention after all these years.” You roll your eyes playfully.

“I’m observant.”

“You’re a nuisance.” You corrected, but despite your insult the smile never left your face.

“You love me.” The rebuttal caught you off guard, unsure if he was joking or not as his tone remained serious.

“Are you drunk, Yeager? Why would I ever love you?”

His face draws toward yours knowingly. “You wouldn’t still be here if you didn’t.”

“I-I could say the same for you.” You deflect, gesturing to his figure.

Did he really want to admit his feelings for you, after having pushed them down for so long? Did he even have feelings for you? When he saw you on the dancefloor for the first time tonight his stomach erupted in a flutter of butterflies. Not to mention when he watched the way you smiled and laughed with Jean. Who the fuck was he anyway? Some cooperate kiss-ass who shoveled shit for a living. Transport, what was Jean’s transport company compared to the medical empire Eren was managing? Is that what impressed you? What you liked? He followed the way Jean’s hands glided along your body, like he knew where to touch you, how to make you…

“Eren.” Your soft voice breaks him from deep thought. You look at him with those eyes you do, the ones that somehow manage to break his resolve every time.

“Let’s get you to a bath.” He smiles at you sadly, laying a kiss in your forehead and getting up from the bed. His fingers rake through dishevelled hair before offering you an outstretched hand.

You witnessed the way his green eyes dulled as they bore into yours sullenly. His expression was placid, unreadable as it always was when he decided to shut you out, an action you’d become all too familiar with as you came back to the reality of the situation.

Not wanting to question him on it you take his hand. “Lead the way.”

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this is everything

reiner braun is a man that knows everything! Not some Ivy Leavue scholar or Harvard graduate but he was so smart. He’s the man that could easily identify four different types of cows whilst in passing if you see a pasture full of cows…even when the average person wouldn’t think of such a thing! “Well let’s just say I have a lot of experience..” He’s the man that could hear your car make the slightest sound and tell you what the issue is before you even have time to pop the hood.. “..you know that transmission is gonna go at any time..park that thing until I have time to fix it.” Hell, he could even tell you what a variety of herbal medicines that can be mixed in the event that you can't get to a pharmacy or otherwise. He could look at a plant and tell you if it were poisonous or if it could be useful. “..sorry, I know this stuff seems weird. I grew up on a farm with eight other kids and we were taught real young how ta’ search for herbs and stuff.” But perhaps the thing that he was most knowledgeable on..were all matters pertaining to your body. Sometimes, it seemed as if he knew them better than you knew yourself. He knew the things that made you tick, that turned you on and what made you fall apart in his grasp. Reiner could sense when you were needy..tensing up and whimpering at the slightest touch. He knows that you need to be placed in his lap and fingered slowly..in no rush to go anywhere and taking all the time in the world to bring you to your peak. His fingers bent right at your hilt as he shoved them knuckle deep and pressed that sensitive core. He can sense when you need that pretty little brain shut off and to be brought to a gushing orgasm.. “..keep yer’ legs parted, baby and I promise I’ll take care of you..” and he knows when you’re having a bad day and although he wants to handle you with the utmost care, he knows what you need more than anything, is a rough fuck. To be pounded into the mattress with a hand to the back of your neck and that plump ass ricocheting against him. Making you grasp the sheets and scream his name. Until the only tears you were crying were those of pure pleasure. Begging him to go deeper so that you couldn’t feel anything but him deep within you. Inflicting small amounts of pain in between just to really get you excited. That tightness swelling around him and you leaving all of your frustrations on those silk bed linens in a pool of juices. He knows you’re not going to stop, even if you’re overstimulated so he slows his strokes to a medium pace and lets you ride it out on his cock, for as long as you need to..

“It’s okay, darling. We can take all night if that’s what ya’ want. I always know what’s good for you.”

pantalone and ( prime ) dottore pamper you

nsfw . mdni . (sub) female reader (afab, she/her usage)

cockwarming, size kink, slight infantilization, slight threesome, unspecified relationships, overstimulation, slight dacryphilia, slight humiliation, basically they’re dressing you up for a ball

i might write a signora + arlecchino x reader sandwich tomorrow. my demons just took over, here, PHEW 😮‍💨

“p-please… can’t sit still anymore…”

“sh, shhh my darling,” pantalone hushed against your tears. his voice was calm and gentle like the wind, even with his touch to match. he made you feel safe, as if peace could somehow envelope your body in this cold, dark palace.

“but you’re doing so good for us already,” dottore whispered from behind. as you sat on his lap, your back to his front, he landed two pats on your left thigh, making you jolt. the two men in the room didn’t even try hiding their light laughter at your little reactions.

such evil, they were—having you sit still on dottore’s lap with his hardened cock inside of you. he was too big for you. even his hand, which now squeezed at your thigh, was so large. his natural grip alone kept you pinned down and squirming on his lap.

his shaft was so warm, you could feel it pulsing against your own throbbing walls. and you were sure he could feel it—the way your insides squeezed him so nicely.

“i’m going to continue,” pantalone told you, planting the sweetest of kisses on your cheek. “okay, princess?”

he gave you a kind-looking smile when you nodded your tear-soaked head, before eventually progressing. the ninth harbinger then lowered himself to his knees, hands moving to gently grab at your ankle. he looped on the most delicate yet extravagant thigh garters you had ever seen up your leg—one that could be fitting for even her majesty herself.

and yet here he was, putting such an expensive jewelry on you.

“do you like it?” dottore hummed against your neck. “we thought it would be so fitting for a doll—though, pantalone is more of a stylist than i…”

“oh, you needn’t to flatter,” said pantalone quite passively. to gain better access, he suddenly lifted your leg upwards. your upper body pressed back into dottore’s chest as a result, pushing you down deeper on his cock.

you practically let out a cry at the penetration, and almost immediately at the sound, dottore’s rough hands planted themselves on your hips. his hands, oh archons, his hands. those rough fingers, though gloved, were pressed hard against your skin. they rubbed right at your pelvic bone, forcing you steady. they were so steady and controlling, sticking quite true to his surgical and scientific background.

his cock twitched inside of you, and you found yourself flinching still as pantalone secured the garter around your thigh.

“it’s pretty on her, isn’t it?”

“truly,” dottore agreed, his fingers moving down to lace through the fabric. you shivered—if he wanted to, he could rip it from one stretch of his hand alone.

pantalone contentedly sighed, “im glad. she’ll look so good at the ball tonight once we’re done with her.” he leaned in, playing a light, almost loving kiss at your puffy clit.

when he stood up, his hands moved to unbutton your top clothes, likely planning on changing your attire next. icy air bit at your bare skin so harshly, you felt like you’d freeze to death while these rich men stayed warm in their coats.

and yet as you shivered, both men couldn’t resist to put their hands all over your naked body. it was almost as if they were holding back all this time—pantalone’s sweet demeanor turning into one where his hands grabbed and twisted at your tits like you were their sex doll.

and perhaps, maybe they like dressing you up just for that.

gn guys 😨

/ not proofread

FIRE AND ICE ⛧ 1.35k words.

the best dick you ever had on the worst person you wish you never met ━━━ ⛧ atsumu miya & afab!reader | smut.

tags. exes!au, toxic relationship, hate fucking, biting, manhandling, rough sex, choking, orgasm denial, one (1) face slap, spanking, dacryphilia, unprotected sex, babytrapping threats, slight blowjob, etc.

━━━ notes. thank you @tteokdoroki for coming up with the plot and creating the synopsis for this fic. & truth be told, i have never written for atsumu before, so treat me delicately if this is bad.

The lines between love and hate are very thin. It’s a thread — no, a spiderweb. The intricate and silky pattern, delicate to the touch but can easily get caught in. Whatever feelings you thought you had for Atsumu, it’s all in the past. Your chest vibrates with hatred, your bite is as venomous as a viper’s.

Your teeth digs into his skin as your body keeps the same rhythm. You shouldn’t be here right now, at his place. You shouldn’t come whenever you need your fix. Atsumu’s no good for you, you know better. You hate him so much.

You hate his pretty fucking face. You hate his brown eyes and how you still find yourself getting lost in them. You hate how your fingers still long to trace over his Hellenistic body — seemingly sculpted by the Greeks themselves. You hate looking into his eyes because you feel as if you’re reverting back to yourself. The naive person that fell for his cocky smile and charming ways. You were so shallow, caring for his good looks and not how he treats you.

However, the longer you hold eye contact, you’re reminded of how shitty he treated you for all those years. Six years of your life went to complete waste.

You really really hate Atsumu Miya, and every time you come back for more, you remind him.

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