This Ate Fr

this ate fr😮‍💨

Rockstars boyfriend’s // E. yeager, A. alert

— *•̩̩͙✩•̩̩͙*˚ black fem reader! double penetration, thigh riding, bad boys eren and armin, drug usage (sniff, sniff), lots of kissing, bxb kissing, unprotected sex

— *•̩̩͙✩•̩̩͙*˚ i have not been able to write like AT ALL! but i do have soooo many thoughts so i’ll just write like this for now :) enjoy

i’ve come with thoughts again tehehe

let all just close our eyes and imagine! rockstar boyfriend’s eren and armin! the two bad boy rockers falling hard for their chubby pretty princess who loves the color pink!

her short skirts and pink crewnecks, with a matching matching headband was the complete opposite to their leather pants and crop top comb, dark eyeliner and heeled black boots

they held childish demeanors, loving how they were labeled “bad boy in the hills”! they loved fighting, and causing chaos among the media. and what they loved most was showing off their girl

it was already a shock when it was announced that they had the same woman, but the pictures they gave the media was wayyy worst. hands up your skirt, smudging your lip gloss as they pulled you into a nasty spit dripping kiss, even one where your neck was covered in their dark purplish love bruises that hurt from touch but also made you cum from pleasure

they loved making you put eyeline on them before the show! cover their face in lip stick kisses, and pat blush on their cheeks.

they would both look at each other with lazy smirks while you straddling them somehow turned into you rubbing your pussy against their pants

you would wet up not just one, but both of their thighs because if you do one you absolutely have to do the other! they would go on stage just loving that if anyone looked close enough they would know exactly what happened

but let’s get down the the real tea, eren and armin were crackheads (literally). my mind can’t go far without pictures them putting a line on your ass and sniffing it off with a 100 dollar bill. they would sniff and lean back against the backstage couch looking so out of it, gone from the world

they would never let you try such act always telling your to keep the innocence inside of you, and how you were too pretty. to take it off of your mind both would both enter you — one in each hole, when one goes out, the other goes in.

the room is intense with the smell of sex, weed, and expensive liquor! your moans are loud from the constant pleasure

while your face was deep in armins chest, your mind was so gone from telling yourself how you couldn’t pass out, you wouldn’t pass out — the two men were looking deep into each other’s eyes

it wasn’t until eren slapped your ass delivering on more thrust that he gripped armins neck and tongued him down filling your ass

it’s never a dull moment with those two :)

part 1 just hit 7k notes what the fuckkk here’s part 2 cuz you all deserve it, i luv u !!! honeymoon next? 😏

mr. and mrs. fushiguro ii, toji fushiguro

you couldn’t believe this was happening. your nerves flooded your body as you paced back and forth in the back room of the alter. your mother and friends had all gone to their places either to the front or in the audience, leaving you alone until it was time for you to walk.

you heard a knock on the door and you opened it to see your son, megumi. you’d known him since he was a baby; just barely a month old, so if anything, he was in fact your son. his eyes widen at the sight of your differentiated figure. the green fit you so well; it somehow made your skin glow the brightest it’d ever been. you didn’t go with a veil; you didn’t really want anything covering your face and messing up your lashes (yes it was that serious, you paid nearly $300 for them bitches).

“oka, they’re ready—wow,” the young boy breathed out. “you look great, oka-san,” he compliment. “dad’ll be so happy.”

“i hope so,” you gave him a warm smile. “come here, gumi.” megumi follows your waving hand and engulfs you in a hug. “i’m so glad you’re giving me away.”

“i’m glad you asked me.” the young boy blushed and shrugged confidently. “to be fair, i had you first.”

“i know, and i’ll always be yours,” you reassure your son. “i’ll do anything for you, megumi, do you know that?” megumi nods his head. he didn’t want to mention it aloud, but he had feelings that you cared for him more than his own father did, and you weren’t even a share of his blood. “thank you for inviting me into your family.”

“you were always my family, oka-san.”

the alter music finally began to play as you left the room. right behind the big double doors was the gateway to your new life. no longer as y/n y/l/n, but instead, y/n fushiguro; the woman you’d wanted to be for newly fifteen years.

megumi looks at you with playful eyes. “sure you not getting cold feet? you can always turn around and run, i’ll tell him i lost you,” he joked, causing you to let out a whole hearted laugh.

“we’re about ten years too late, ‘gumi. i’m ready, my love.”

megumi smiled at you before looping his arm through yours. opening the double doors, at the sight of you walking in, everyone in the room stood up and toji’s eyes immediately flew to you. the love and adoration in his eyes never went unnoticed as he stared at you as if you were a mile away.

you couldn’t help but wince at the small sound of between your legs squeaking full of toji’s cum. you wish you’d had enough time to shower again, but with a nap after very exhausting sex (the best of your life), and barely two hours left to get ready, you knew it was impossible.

besides, toji found it amusing that you were bound to be knocked up by the end of your vows. you two had already shared your own private vows to one another during a private ceremony with just the two of you the day before but decided to draft up a more watered down—appropriate—version for your friends and family to hear.

megumi slwoly walked you down the carpeted aisle as your eyes silently greeted those around you. but after finishing its tour and circling their way up to the front, your eyes instantly gravitated to your husband. a wide smile falls upon your face, and an even wider one mirrors his, the deep scar on his top lip shifting upward.

by the time you stood in front of toji, he immediately grabbed the frills of your hands. you began to zone out what the priest was saying, your eyes only focused on toji and what the future of your marriage would bring. you weren’t bought back to reality until your mother hissed at you, “pay attention, girl!”

toji and the audience let out a small laugh as you jump back to attention, giggling lightly. “i’m sorry,” you apologized. “i was just thinking about how much i love you.” your words send the crowd into low fits of ‘aww’s.

toji tries to hide it with a bow of his head, but you dont miss the way his pale cheeks turn a bright flush of red. you “toji fushiguro, i’ve known you for a long time,” you mutter only so you and him could hear, causing him to let out a low chuckle. “you have been there for me just as much as anyone in this very room, but have provided the guidance i never knew i lacked or needed until i met you. you teach me the wonders of the world, things i didn’t know even mattered or existed before. you love me like i was made for you, and, i guess in this life time and every single one after that, i am. toji fushiguro, you’ve made me the happiest woman on earth and i don’t think you fully understand that. i promise to love you until the end of our days, in sickness, health, and everything between besides infidelity,” you make a funny face, causing everyone to chuckle. “i will rob you, set your house on fire and kill you if you ever dare decide to be unfaithful to me in any sort of way. i mean it, fushiguro-san. from this day forward i give you my body, heart and soul, for eternity. i hope you choose wisely on what to do it. cuz this thing don’t come back round a second time okay?”

your friends cheer you on in unison as you can’t help but shake your body playfully. toji chuckles heavily, knowing that you meant full weapon behind your words.

“y/n y/l/n,” toji breathes out. his voice was naturally low and monotonous, so you were sure his words were mostly meant for only you to hear (he was a bit rude like that). “i don’t love you because you do things for me. not because you do things megumi. i don’t love you because anything you do is for my benefit; i love you because you’ve changed my character. you’ve changed my mindset on a lot of things i wasn’t taught as a child, from fatherhood to something as simple as what life is and what it’s really supposed to be. you’re the best mother anyone can ever ask for. you lived megumi before you loved me, and i knew i loved you from that point on. you’re the best woman i’ve ever known. your character, your judgement, and your persona are all the best blessing me or anyone in this damned world could ever ask for. we don’t deserve you,”

“mhm, we sure don’t,” your mother pursed her lips with a sassy nod of her head as she waved her paper fan like she was in church.

“amen,” your cousins agreed in unison. you turn and give them a small smile, followed by a giggle. toji’s thumb discretely rubbed the sides of your palms and you knew he was anxious.

“i watch you light up dark rooms with your luminescent light, and you’ve lit plenty of mine, much more than i can count. i know that when i’m not on my A game, you always are. i make sure that even if you’re not having the best of days, you know that you have a space in our home. in our family; in me. you make me excited for things in the future i’ve never even considered before. more kids, building a journey with you in this shitpile we call life—shit—sorry ma.” toji smirks as your mother scolds him from her seat. she rolls his eyes and motions for him to continue.

“i promise to be faithful to you for the rest of my days. i will never love another woman like you, nor will i ever think about doing so. i promise to your light on your dark days as you are mine. i promise to be patient with you, to guide you in whatever way you need help in. i promise to be the best man i could be worthy of your love, y/n y/l/n,” your eyes can’t help but tear up at his words, feeling your hands sweat in nervousness. “i can’t wait to marry you, though you’ve been my wife for a very long time already. i can’t wait for us to continue to do things together and work as a team, as mr. and mrs. fushiguro,” toji smiled at you, signaling that he was done with his speech. “y/n y/l/n, i can’t wait to make you my fucking wife.”

“and with that, toji fushiguro, you may—“

the man didn’t even allow the priest time to finish his solemnization before he already pulled you into his arms and smashed his lips onto you.

Cont of this

*Wails profusely at the idea of reader walking in on Katsuki and baby play fighting in the nursery*

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The thick mahogany door separating your hall to your living room creaked loudly as you pushed it open before kicking off your shoes. You sigh in relief; you adored your friends, but by god could Mina and Denki talk.

“Katsuki? Keiko? I’m home my babies!” You shouted into the silence of your usually noisy home, before realising that Keiko could be down for a nap.

The delicious aromatic smell of Katsuki’s noodles filtered through the air and enticed you to your spotless kitchen. A small note was left on your kitchen island with Katsuki’s neat handwriting.

Hope you had a good time out with the losers, food’s in the fridge and Kei had his bottle. We’re probably upstairs in the nursery

- love, Ki

You smiled at his loving note, before prepping the food and tucking in.

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After the delectable dish of noodles and vegetables, you meandered your way up the stairs to the large nursery you had for Keiko. You crept the white door open slowly, before tears started pricking at your eyes.

Katsuki was laying on the floor with your chunky baby resting on his chest with a tiny Dynamight costume on. Katsuki was making Keiko punch his face, revelling in his laughter.

“What the hell?! Why is this hero so damn strong?!” He pretended to be scared as he gently manoeuvred Keiko’s tiny fists to make contact with his cheeks. Keiko was giggling away, drooly mouth flashing his proud daddy his singular tooth. Katsuki let out little “pew pew” and “whoopash” noises at every point of contact.

“No more Mr Hero! I’m too weak, don’t punch me again!” He faked groans of pain as he repeatedly made Keiko punch his cheeks, before delivering the final blow.

Katsuki slumped his head to the side as he made convincing sounds of death.

“Blehhhhggg,” he moaned as he died. Keiko laughed loudly as he tried to plunge for his daddy. Katsuki let out his own laugh as he snuggled his baby closer to him.

“This certainly looks like naptime,” you laughed out loud as Katsuki jumped.

“Uhhh. He woke up?” He offered, embarrassed you saw him admit defeat for his son. You shook your head playfully as you approached your two heroes.

You picked Keiko up as he cooed in your arms.

“You did a wonderful job of beating your daddy up, Keiko,” you nuzzled your face into his slightly pink cheeks, earning a babble.

Katsuki smiled widely at his family before groaning at the way his legs had gone numb from the assault from his son. He joined your hug, swaying the three of you softly together. Katsuki pressed small kisses to each of you as Keiko burbled away. You nuzzled your face into Katsuki’s neck, smiling when you feel him smile back.

“I missed you both today,” you murmured. Katsuki continued to smile.

“We missed you too, didn’t we little guy?” He nudged Keiko, who yawned sleepily in response. He rubbed his eyes before nestling into you, breaths slowly deepening as you gave him a gentle goodnight kiss.

“Time for a real nap now, isn’t it sweetheart?” You murmured, giving your husband a pointed look, who only let out a breathy laugh.

“Ain’t my fault he’s a damn good hero.”

you were gonna beat the fuck out jean.

like literally, actually murder him.

you huff to yourself as the clock ticked another hour. bye two a.m he finally showed up with a tired look on his face. you rested against your headboard with crossed arms as you gave him a pissed off look.

a smirk does not miss his face as he stares down at your naked body beneath the slightly open robe. he can’t help but be snarky as the next words leave his mouth. “all this for me?”

“nah it’s for my new nigga now, leave me alone,” you mutter, turning your head away from him. “he’s actually on his way right now, so you best get to steppin’ somewhere.”

“say word,” jean teased you with an amused look on his face as he removed his belt. you remained silent at his call of your bluff. with a kiss of his teeth, he leaned on the bed and snuck a quick kiss onto your lips. “i’m sorry, mama,” he apologized genuinely. “you gonna forgive me?”

“what am i getting from forgiving you?” you asked hastily, head still turned away from him. “forgive you when i’m not even getting my pussy ate? fuck you, jean.”

“i’ll eat your pussy till you nut,” jean shrugged casually. the explicit words left his mouth so calmly as he stared in your eyes. “i could fuck sweet girl till she’s clenching around me to stop,” there’s another one. “or you can sit and fuck my face. your choosing, i’m not picky.”

this is what you hated (loved) about jean. you hated how he always acknowledged his wrongdoings and was willing to pleasure you in any way in order to make you feel better.

you couldn’t stay mad at him for long. not when he had your ankles damn near touching your ears as he split you open with the surface of his tongue. he lapped up at your never ending cream mercifully as he flicked the bud of your clit.

“never gonna hurt my baby again.”

you moaned out, exploring the new sensational feeling of his tongue eventually fucking into your seeping hole. jean leaned his head back for a millisecond before letting out the nastiest spit ball ever.

his DNA dribbled along the surface of your pussy as he played with your folds between his middle finger. the bulge in his pants grew bigger by the minute the more he played with his pretty little pussy.

you could never stay mad at that nigga for long.

happy birthday eren😍

wishin i could suck ur dick rn😔🫶🏽

boyfriend!eren who ties his hair with your hair ties, be it pinkish or silky or has flowers on it, he will wear them regardless and endure all the teasing from jean and connie.

boyfriend!eren who takes you on long midnight drives around the city and buys you donuts and kisses your cheeks while watching the stars.

boyfriend!eren who takes you out to cheap streetfood dates when he is broke but promises to make it up to you by flying you to Dubai or Maldives when he works hard and becomes a millionaire.

boyfriend!eren who makes ramen for you at 3 am with cheese and sausage to satisfy your cravings. who scribbles away all the calories and nutritional info on the back of your fav snacks so you dont have to worry abt anything else except enjoying food. who tried to bake you a frog cake and it ended up like this.

boyfriend!eren that doesn’t care about anyone else apart from you. who once let his insecurities take over and called armin in the middle of the night bawling and sobbing about how he will die of heartbreak if you left him for some other guy. who only calmed down once you assured him and let him sleep in your arms.

boyfriend!eren who shows up at your house in the middle of the night with ice cream when you feel upset or sad. who keeps a small portable bottle of your perfume or body mist so he can smell it when you are away or when he misses you. 

boyfriend!eren who tries everyday to become a better version of himself so he can feel happy and make you and himself proud.