Omg, Lawrd

omg, lawrd 😩

take me now, eren!!

what did he say? eren jaeger

you usually didn’t argue with your ex boyfriend in public like this. usually you’d take him to a bathroom in order to prevent your business was spreading but having dated eren jaeger—he always knew just how to pull your strings.

“bye i’m not boutta argue with no one who just had they anklet dangling up by my ear last weekend,” you hear him mutter under his breath.

your eyes widen. “what you jus’ said?”

eren’s pretty lips form a smirk. “y’heard me mama. i’m not boutta sit here and argue wit’ you when you was just filled with my cum last friday. stop it.” he knew just how to shut your brat ass up. luckily everyone around you were too busy with the party to notice.

you two were arguing for the millionth time about the real reason why you broke up. you swore eren was entertaining other girls, but he tried his hardest to convince you that it wasn’t true.

“what, cat got your tongue baby?” amusement is laced all in his tone as he watches blood rush to your dark brown cheeks. “come on, let’s go.” eren leans his hand over to grab yours but you hesitantly scoot back. with unsure eyes, you slowly place your hand in his own tattooed with the exact replica of your beautiful eye on it in a pyramid.

eren warmly wraps his hand around yours as you two walk to the nearest bathroom hand in hand. shutting the door behind him, he leans against it and gives you knowing eyes. “you ready to stop acting like a baby?”

“glad to know you think my emotions are childish,” you mutter, turning your back to him.

eren chuckles. it really was hard to take you seriously when your ass was nearly suffocating in the fabric of your skims dress and your tits were one bounce away from a nipple malfunction. man he missed having them in his mouth. you were so cute.

“nah, they not childish baby. the way you act is, though. ‘s cute,” eren chuckled. “crazy you’d think i’d fuck another bitch and have a baby on you, but aight.”

you rolled your eyes. maybe the baby part was far fetched. but the messages didn’t lie. “i saw them messages, eren.”

“and i told you. that baby’s not mine. honest,” eren’s voice remains calm as he stands on his defense. “not fuckin’ no one else but you. ask my doctor.”

you roll your eyes once more at his words, your glasses resting at the bridge of your small nose. “you are so annoying.”

with a chuckle, eren grabs your waist and pulls your backside against his chest. with a seift hand up your dress, his tattooed fingers immediately found way to the thin fabric covering your clit.

“come on, you know i’d never cheat on my pretty girl like that,” he whispered against his neck. “my smart girl, you just love playing detective, huh?”

you let out a moan once his lips touched the base of your neck. you were wearing the perfume he loved. but as he kissed along your pretty brown skin, a switch inside you flipped. “tell me you didn’t fuck her. you didn’t cheat on me with her or anyone else. tell me you didn’t and i’ll give you this pussy right now.”

eren’s finger slips behind your pussy and already begins to rub the cum staining your thighs. “you gon give me this pussy? my pussy?” he teases in a low tone. “promise baby?”

another moan escapes from your mouth as eren’s middle finger enters you. “long as you tell me the truth, i’ll let you do whatever you want baby. cum in me and everything. just please don’t lie to me.”

“you know i hate lying to you, mama,” eren mutters as he adds his ring finger. a long whine drips out of you as you rest your head back against his shoulder. “wouldn’t lie to you. not about this.”

“say it daddy,” you begin to feel your knees bucking. “tell me i’m the only one that gets to fuck you. the only one who has your heart. please tell me.”

eren’s fingers are pumping in and out of you slowly. “you’re the only one that gets to fuck me,” he breathes out. “only one that gets to love me, that gets to suck my dick off, only one who’d ever carry my kids. on my mom, i promise baby.”

you knew eren was telling the truth when he put everything on his dead mother, the same one he hardly ever spoke about.

tears stream down your face as you think about the months you spent thinking eren was unfaithful to him. al the girls trying their hardest to destroy your relationship actually won for a while. eren was always straight up about everything he did.

“you forgive me princess? daddy didn’t mean to make you cry,” eren’s free hand comes up to pull your boobs out from your dress. rubbing the soft flesh in between his hands like a stress ball, he begins to rub circles on your clit with the other.

you eagerly nod your head as you feel your orgasm approaching. and like always, eren talked you through it as he completely demolished your cunt. “gonna cum all over my fingers pretty girl? come on, you can do it, i got you. cum for me mama. good girl. good fucking girl.”

my heart🥺 🤍

i’d luv more Eren Dad fics 😭🫶🏾

wanna have this man’s kids so bad.

daddy’s sick princess, eren jaeger

eren and emiko would be literal twins. when his daughter was just 12 months old, they started to do everything together. eren would sit back against the living room sofa with emiko either laid against his chest while he scrolled through social media, silently watching his screen or she’d be right beside him, pacifier in mouth as she watched team umizoomi on the tv.

it was one of those slow days. you were stuck at school with night classes, so eren fortunately spent the day taking care of his baby girl. he could tell a small cold was dawning upon her, and when you heard the small wheezes in her breath as she slept this morning, you contemplated staying home to take care of her.

but, eren reassured you that he’d be with her every moment of the day and ‘a little lovin’ from her papa was bound to make her feel better’. you’d bit your lip in contemplation. you did have a final today, and you trusted eren with emiko more than anyone (she was literally his daughter). but when it came to your daughter being sick, your overbearing mom senses took over and you wanted nothing but to smother her in your maternal care.

eren wasn’t having it though. “babe, go! i helped create her too, ya know. i took care of mikasa and my mom whenever they got sick. ‘m pretty sure i can take care of my daughter even better. now you’re gonna miss your test, go!”

you gave eren a look from inside your car as he peered at you through the open window. with a sigh, you pecked his lips and frown. “give her a kiss for me.”

“i will. good luck on your test, mama.”

and that was how he’d gotten stuck in the position he was in now; with emiko mindlessly watching team umizoomi as she silently sucked on her blue pacifier, eren’s hanging pointer finger lodged in the tight grip of her small hand.

most of the times she was such a good baby; you never had any trouble with getting her to settle down. especially with eren around. but she couldn’t be too far away from her father; any time eren tried to rest her in her playpen to piss for a second—emiko started wailing. she always had to be touching her daddy.

at the sound of eren laughing at a funny video, emiko removed her beautiful brown-green eyes from the TV and looked up at her amused father with big orbs. “what?” he smiled down at her. “you wanna laugh too?”

emiko is taken aback when her father grabs onto her small body and begins tickling her. she’s fighting to keep the pacifier between her single tooth, but fails as the binky falls onto eren’s lap, followed by a long string of drool. emiko’s laugh floods the living room with happiness.

“gross, you little monster,” he teased, blowing raspberries into her tanned stomach. “you’re probbaly hungry. let’s see if mommy left any milk for you. cuz lord knows i’an got breast milk,” eren mutters, getting up from the couch with his baby in his arms.

he first heads to the kitchen sink to rinse off emiko’s pacifier. when it’s clean, he places the binky back in her mouth to which she gladly accepts. now gripping onto his shoulder, emiko sat upright as she watched her father search the fridge for one of her bottles.

“thank god,” eren mutters to himself as he sees four bottles completely filled with breast milk in the fridge door. “lunch time,” he sings, placing it in the bottle warmer. as the milk heated up, eren lightly bounced emiko on his hip, humming the tune to sesame street.

thick coughs left emiko’s mouth as she waited for her food. eren was just about to check if she was okay, but was taken aback when the pacifier was thrown out of her mouth from a mucus filled sneeze that covered the poor girl’s entire lower face. “daddy daddy,” was all she babbled.

“oh, princess,” eren frowns as two more small coughs leave emiko. despite her snotty nose and mouth, she still rested her head on her father’s chest, just wanting to be held. “come here babe, lemme wipe your nose.”

grabbing a wipe, eren cleaned up emiko’s face before taking out the bottle. strings of “daddy” left emiko’s congested throat as she watched eren shake her bottle cool.

“i know baby, i know,” eren sighed. “daddy’s gonna give you your bottle, give you a bath, then rub some vick’s on you and put you to sleep, m’kay?” he told her as if she was able to respond. emiko held her hand out for her now cool bottle and eren proudly gave it to her.

as the pair walked back to the living room, eren’s phone vibrated on the couch. he had set himself up with emiko sideways against his chest but still in view of the tv as he uncapped her bottle before finally answering the call.

“hey mama, you take the test yet?”

“i did, but i don’t think i did well. i kept thinking about emiko the whole time,” your face frowned as you came up in the camera. at the sound of her mother’s soft voice, emiko looked up at eren’s phonewith her bottle still shoved in her mouth. she knew how to differentiate the voices of her parents. “how’s my little tiana doing?”

eren smiled as he tilted the camera downward, putting emmy’s small face in view. “hi my baby!” you coo, excited to see your child. emiko gives you a single toothed smile. “her fever gone down?”

“little bit,” eren shrugged. “she kinda sneezed the shit out herself and her chest is still phlegmmy so i was gonna give her a vick’s rub later.”

you nod your head, unfortunately on your way to your next class. “she bathe yet?”

“nah, i was gonna do that after i gave her a bottle. she pretty much slept all day since you left so i wanted her to eat first.”

“okay ren, don’t forget to burp her and make sure that shit is loud. or else you’re gonna be bathing her in vom—“

“i know i know, baby,” eren playfully rolled his eyes, waving you off. “i’m a great dad, see?” he tilted the camera to show emiko now invested in spongebob.

you grin at him, so happy you chose the right person to have kids with. “yes you are.”

after emiko finished her food and had settled it with a burb, eren held her against his shoulder as he prepared a bath for her. he made sure to turn the heat on twice as high as you two usually would have it for a bath seeing that she had a cold.

just as he bought the already sleepy baby out the steamy bathroom, he rested her on the bed beside her cookie monster jammies that unironically matched with his and changed her into the warm suit. before zipping it up, eren grabbed a finger full of vick’s vapor rub and smoothed it against his hands, warming the cream up before calmly rubbing it against emiko chest.

“there you go baby,” he mumbles, giving her tummy small rubs. when be finished, he button her onesie back up and propped her already sleeping body to rest beside him on the bed. “hopefully this makes my little princess feels better. mommy swears by this shit.”

by the time you got home around ten, you weren’t suprirsed to see eren sleeping on the bed in his own cookie monster pajamas with a matching emiko cradled into jos chest, multiple pillows behind her for support against the edge of the bed.

y’all-

i NEED a nigga to do this to me😩🙏🏽

can you please a plug! eren, who wears his hair down pleaseeee?

also has a tongue piercing

✣﹕BAD ATTITUDES﹕✣ eren yeager ۫

❪✧❫ ───( synopsis ) plug!eren gets sick of hearing that smart mouth from his bimbo girlfriend.

˙ ˖ ✧ — content warning : minors do not interact, fem! reader, female anatomy described, black coded, she/her pronouns, modern au, third pov, plug!eren, bimbo!girlfriend, chubby reader, eren has a tongue piercing, eren with long hair omg, missionary, oral (f receiving), tatted eren, reader has belly button piercing, use of pet names and profanity such as ꒰ mama, baby ꒱ authors note : think this is the first request i've written, and i loved the vision i had for this. send more requests! also check out my wips, and stay tuned. word count: 1.2k.

“daddy, m’ so sorry.”

eren just hummed in response, keeping his pace, stroking you deep, watching your white cream coat his dick. he’s heard those apologies too many times to know the only way to break your habit was to have you like this.

you had come countless times already and he still wasn’t done proving his point. “baby, please. m’ sorry.” you cried again.

“you sorry?” he asked and you nodded, face wet with your tears. “you gon’ stop acting up?”

“yes, i promise. i will.” you felt another orgasam approaching, from how deep eren was hitting but you knew better than to push at his stomach, it’d just be much worse for you.

“i still don’t believe you princess, go ‘head get crying for me.” he smirked, rubbing the fat of your tummy.

you knew you should’ve just left him alone after he told you what happened, but seeing the aggressive side of eren turned you on too much. and he just looked so good.

it’s how you got here.

“why you being so quiet mama? i did sum’?”

he knows he did. it’s why right after he did it he came over to your place, texted you to come outside, and tried to butter you up, flashing those emerald eyes your way and that smirk, his hair down because he knows you love him that way. had a pre-rolled blunt ready just for you, but when you refused his kiss, he knew something was up.

"where were you 'ren?" you folded your arms, which caused your perky tits to prop up in the little black tank top you wore, back against the passenger door. the pudge in your stomach on display showcasing your belly jewelry.

he blew smoke out of his mouth, giving you a glimpse of the jewelry on his tongue, he turned his head to look at you, and licked his lips, "i was just out with connie nd' jean, why wassup?" brent faiyaz played lowly in his car, smoke clouding the air.

instead of continuing with your questions, you cut right to it, "you went racing without me? you told me you wouldn't, and then i see connie post you guys racing and he was sitting in my spot–" before you could continue he started laughing. "eren! it's not funny."

eren always took you out street racing with him. you were like his little reward after he'd beat someone because he never lost, he loved to have you in his passenger seat while he raced. and you both loved the thrill.

"baby, we were racing some fucker who thought his car was faster than mine on the street, it wasn't a car meetup or nun' like that. i told you i wouldn't, you think i would lie to you?" his tatted hand rubbed your thigh and you rolled your eyes. "huh?"

"no," you said quietly.

"ight' then, now why the fuck you still got an' attitude, i told you what happened." his voice was a bit rougher now which made you more annoyed. you might’ve been in the wrong but you didn’t care.

“cause you were still racing without me, and then you come see me and somehow it’s my fault,” you rambled.

“keep talking shit, yn. go ahead.” he threatened, but you were already started now. you had a short temper, there was only one way to get you to calm down and he knew it.

“leave me alone. i don’t even know why i came outside in the first place, it’s not even like your my boyfriend or anything, right?” you grabbed your slides and slid them on, ready to go back into the house until he grabbed your arm. “eren, i don’t have time for this shit, let me go.”

“nah, you got me fucked up. c’mon let’s go fix that attitude.” he took his keys out the ignition and urged you to get out the car.

“you can't just dick me down every time you don’t like what i got to say, eren.” you stayed seated and he raised his eyebrow. causing you to scoff and finally, get out of the car.

he followed closely behind you while you mumbled under your breath. “you still talking? hm?” you simply ignored him and unlocked your door, going straight into your room and sitting down on your bed, arms crossed.

after eren locked the door behind you and met you inside your room he eyed you. you could tell by his demeanor he was mad. sometimes you forgot how much taller eren was than you. he pulled off his white tee, revealing his chest tattoos, the peak of calvin klein beneath his black sweatpants, and the dark happy trail that disappeared into them.

“take off your clothes, yn.” he snapped and you rolled your eyes again. pulling your black tank top off, and slipping your grey shorts off, leaving you in just your red panties. “you ever get tired of talking shit baby?”

he stood in front of you on the bed and you just stared up at him, he knew he wasn’t getting a response so he just eased you until you were laying on your back.

“i spend all my money on you, take care of you, fuck you good, flaunt you around, and you have the audacity to say i’m not your boyfriend?” he tsked, pulling your panties off. “you and that smart ass mouth, hold your thighs fa' me mama.”

from their eren edged you for lord knows how long, until you begged him to let you cum.

he still didn’t let you, pretended he couldn’t hear a word you were saying, moaning into your pussy, and slurping you all up. the jewelry on his tongue heightening every lick.

he smacked your hand away when you tried to bury it in his long hair, and when he was finally done eating he pulled his sweatpants off, tapping his tip against your clit.

“you can cum as many times you want baby,” he kissed you then proceeded to wrap his hand around your throat when he slid in.

and you did, you came until you couldn’t anymore. now, you were begging him to stop and to slow down. that's where you were now.

“daddy, m’ so sorry.”

eren just hummed in response, keeping his pace, stroking you deep, watching your white cream coat his dick. you had come countless times already and he still wasn’t done proving his point. “baby, please. m’ sorry.” you cried again.

“you sorry?” he asked and you nodded, face wet with your tears. “you gon’ stop acting up?”

“yes, i promise. i will.” you felt another orgasam approaching, from how deep eren was hitting but you knew better than to push at his stomach, it’d just be much worse for you.

“i still don’t believe you, princess, go ‘head get crying for me.” he smirked, rubbing the fat of your tummy.

"baby, m' sorry, please." your thighs shook, but he just took his time, wrapping his hand back around your throat, the pressure making you cum harder around him this time.

your walls fluttering around his length, "you can keep saying you're sorry mama, im still not done with this pussy." his eyes meet with where you two connected and he attached this thumb to your clit.

stroking it softly, your legs beginning to shake again. you reached for his hand, the overstimulation was too much for you to bear. "move your hand. move your fucking hand." he cursed and you sobbed moving it out of the way.

"daddy." you pouted.

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i can be ur servant nanami

can we get pt.2🤨

𝕜𝕖𝕟𝕥𝕠 𝕟𝕒𝕟𝕒𝕞𝕚 ࿓ 𝕣𝕠𝕪𝕒𝕝𝕥𝕪 𝕒𝕦

♡ 𝐬𝐮𝐦𝐦𝐚𝐫𝐲 ࿓ king nanami needs a child and he thinks you can give him what he wants

♡ 𝐩𝐚𝐢𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐠 ࿓ king!kento nanami x afab!servant!reader

♡ 𝐰𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬 ࿓ dom!nanami, sub!reader, power imbalance, mentions of pregnancy/child, titty sucking, body worship, cunnilingus, breeding kink, vaginal sex, size kink, creampie, praise, petnames “angel”, soft ending

♡ 𝐰𝐨𝐫𝐝 𝐜𝐨𝐮𝐧𝐭 ࿓ 2.1k+

♡ 𝐫𝐞𝐪𝐮𝐞𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐫 ࿓ @simp-lauren

𝐘𝐎𝐔’𝐕𝐄 𝐍𝐎𝐓𝐈𝐂𝐄𝐃 𝐓𝐇𝐀𝐓 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐊𝐈𝐍𝐆 𝐇𝐀𝐒 𝐁𝐄𝐄𝐍 𝐀 𝐁𝐈𝐓 𝐎𝐍 𝐄𝐃𝐆𝐄 𝐋𝐀𝐓𝐄𝐋𝐘. although that wasn’t completely uncommon. king nanami cared a lot about his kingdom and had to carry a heavy weight on his shoulders in order to serve his citizens. with this in mind, you couldn’t help but feel that it wasn’t the typical stresses of being a leader that was troubling him.

perhaps your good instincts could be attributed to you being nanami’s main servant. you were indeed correct. something else was bothering him. the topic that was corrupting his mind was the issue of there being no heir to the throne. nanami was the only one of royal blood left with his parents having already passed away. it only occurred to him the importance of having someone in line to take his place when the neighboring king’s son was born recently.

who would have guessed that the king who could solve almost any problem would have found himself in such a predicament. it wasn’t as if he had a spouse that he could turn to. nanami was so focused on serving his people and making the past leaders of the kingdom proud that he hasn’t had time to search for love. now he was feeling desperate. what to do? what to do?!

this was the question he was pondering when you slipped into the king’s quarters to give him his early morning tea. nanami was sitting on the edge of his bed with his eyebrows furrowed, mumbling to himself. up until this point you’ve kept quiet about your concerns but it was growing increasingly difficult to remain silent.

“my lord, i’ve brought your favorite” you announce, setting the tray on his lap. for a moment nanami seems to snap out of whatever trance he was in. he thanks you politely as he usually does before taking a sip of the warm beverage. you watch him with your lips thin for a minute before you blurt everything out. “my lord, i know it’s not my place to ask but it seems as if there’s something weighing heavily on your mind. is there anything i can do to assist you?”.

nanami reflexively shakes his head. you’d be lying if you said you weren’t dismayed by his refusal. however, the more nanami considers your offer the more he thinks you might be able to solve his issue. for years he’s witnessed first hand how well you were at taking care of others. you almost had a natural parental instinct.

before he can stop himself from being so foolish, nanami asks you a question. “you’re not required to answer but i’d like to know… have you ever thought about having children?”.

to say he took you off guard would be an understatement. you get a little flustered but still muster an answer. “yes i have, my lord”.

this was exactly what he was hoping to hear. minus the fact that you had no noble lineage, you would be excellent at raising a child. which is why nanami proceeded with his request. “would you bare my first born?”.

if you weren’t surprised before you certainly were now. it was a relief that you were no longer holding that tray of tea. otherwise you would have dropped it. you stare wide eyed at your king for what seems like too long. eventually you manage to stutter a “y-yes”. you might have sounded pathetic in the moment but this is exactly what you’ve been dreaming of for ages.

falling in love with the king wasn’t a difficult task. even looking past his good looks, his care for the citizens of his country was really what captured your heart. you never dared make your feels known. a peasant like you didn’t even have the right to fantasize about being with a man of his stature. and as long as you could keep serving him that was enough for you.

however, now it appeared as if the opportunity of a lifetime fell into your lap. the man of your dreams was requesting for you to help him have a baby. this was all you’ve ever wanted and more. it would be a mistake to say no. besides, it was your duty as a servant to do whatever your king needed so you HAD to comply.

nanami didn’t want to rush. he had plenty of other responsibilities he had to take care of during the day so he asked for you to return to his room once everyone in the castle had gone to bed that night. you were almost scared that by the time the evening came nanami would come to his senses and take back his proposal. luckily for you by the time you slipped into his chambers in nothing but your night gone, nanami hadn’t seemed to change his mind.

actually he was quick to lead you to his extravagant bed to gently slip the fabric of your clothes off. you’re taken aback when he holds his breath at the sight of your naked body. he pays particular attention to your breasts, cupping one after he lays you down on his mattress and latching his mouth on to the other.

“beautiful” nanami mumbles against your nipple while he pinches the opposite bud between his fingers. you whimper at both his touch and the praise. you’d never imagine a king would speak about you with such high regard but now all you wanted was to hear more. “they’ll look even more ravishing when they start to leak with milk” nanami adds, moving on from your tits to kiss down your stomach.

he pauses for a moment when his lips reach your bellybutton. at first nanami chose you because of your character but the more he touched you the motivation for the scenario was expanding. the image of seeing your tummy plump with his child was making his cock twitch eagerly.

eventually nanami shakes himself out of his daze and he moves his face between your legs. a shiver runs up your spine when his hot breath fans against your folds. there’s no holding back your noises when nanami finally begins to lick and suck your clit.

“m-my lord” you moan, grabbing handfuls of the sheets below you.

“there’s no need for formalities” nanami reassures you as his tongue plunges into your hole. “the person who has the honor of carrying my child also has the luxury of referring to me by name. i want to hear you moan for kento instead, my angel”.

like the good little servant you are, you obey his command. his name falls from your lips over and over again like a prayer. the pitch of your voice gets gradually higher and higher before, almost unexpectedly, you make a mess all over nanami’s face. guilt washes over you right after the pleasure does. sitting up, you begin to apologize frantically.

nanami gently shushes you, urging you back on to your back. “there’s no need to be sorry. that was exactly what i wanted. you wouldn’t have been able to take me otherwise” nanami reassures you, licking up the rest of his meal before gripping his cock. he’s right, it’s far too big for it to be able to fit without preparation.

you watch through lidded eyes as he gives himself a few strokes. then when the king pushes your legs against your chest, you try to remain as still as possible as he lines himself up with your entrance. you hold your breath as nanami finally starts to shove himself inside. the stretch, despite his efforts, still causing tears to build up in the corners of your eyes.

before he can ask if this is too much for him, you choke out an “i’m alright. please continue my lord- i mean… kento. i want to make love to you and create this kingdom's next leader”.

nanami scans your expression. he’s only about half way inside and you’re scared that he’ll suddenly decide that you’re not worthy. however, he runs circles over your hips as if to help soothe you. “you’re so loyal. i’m so grateful that i chose you” he says before bottoming out in one swift motion.

your head falls back. just like that you feel unbelievably dizzy. you don’t stop nanami as he sets a pace however. even if you’re a little loopy, the feeling of him thrusting into your soaking pussy trumps that feeling. you want him. you want him so badly. all you can think about is him filling you to the brim with his thick cum.

nanami’s thoughts were in a similar place. he wants to breed you so much that, although you pleaded for him to make love to you, he can’t bring himself to take his time. every snap of his hips is quick and serves a purpose. that doesn’t mean he’s completely disregarding your own pleasure. being the generous king that he is, kento makes a point to stimulate your clit as he relentlessly pounds your cunt.

nanami grunts ring in your ears as he flicks and pinches your sensitive nub. just looking up at him makes you wanna cream around him. his eyebrows kitted together and sweat dripping down his perfectly scalped face made nanami look like a god. no matter how much you want to make another mess you wait until he catches up with you.

“i’m close” he warns you in between his skin slapping against your own. “are you ready for it? are you ready to make me a father”.

“yes! yes! please give it to me” you allow your selfish side to make an appearance as you grip on to his muscular shoulders. “wanna be bred so bad”.

the desperation in your voice makes nanami moan. making sure that his dick is as deep inside your womb as possible, nanami’s seed paints your walls. by that time there’s no reason for you to hold back. you let yourself leave a nice white ring around the base of his cock.

it takes a little while for nanami’s balls to empty completely but you figure that’s a good thing. the more he releases into your pussy the better the chances. when nanami pulls out after a while, some of his cum leaks out. that simply won’t do. scooping up what he can, the king carefully pushes it back into your hole.

“that’s it. you served me so well” nanami praises, wiping his forehead with the back of his hand. “i knew that you were perfect”.

with both of you out of breath, nanami lays down on the bed next to you. naturally, you assume this is your cue to leave. you’ve done what was asked of you. there was no possible way he desired to be in your presence any longer. on the contrary, the second you make a move to dress yourself, nanami takes hold of your wrist.

“stay here”.

his tone is too gentle to be a command. no… it seems like nanami is almost begging for you to remain by his side. how could you deny your king, much less the man you loved? feeling a sense of relief, you get comfortable again. if any of the other maids walked in on this scene it could potentially be bad but right now you were too overjoyed to care.

you swear nanami’s glowing as you cuddle up next to him. little do you know he’s thinking the same thing as he stares at you. “there’s one more thing that i hope you can do for me,” nanami murmurs, examining every inch of your face. you’re like an angel and he wants to make sure he can recall this image whenever he pleases. he’s happy when you tell him that you’re willing to do whatever he’d like. “i want you to be mine, forever. a king needs someone by his side”.

you blink in disbelief. was he suggesting marriage? the longer your gaze stays connected with his the more likely this becomes. you suppose it isn’t much of a stretch. he was already trying to make you pregnant. a wedding wasn’t too far off. still… could he really chose someone like you as his life partner?

nanami must notice the insecurity on your face because he strokes your cheek to calm you down. “there’s no one else i want to fill this role other than you. i can accept it if you reject me but don’t do so because you think you’re not worthy because you are”.

his words of reassurance warm your heart. after a while you’re able to flash nanami a smile. “sire… 𝐈 𝐖𝐎𝐔𝐋𝐃 𝐋𝐎𝐕𝐄 𝐓𝐎 𝐁𝐄 𝐖𝐈𝐓𝐇 𝐘𝐎𝐔 𝐅𝐎𝐑 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐑𝐄𝐒𝐓 𝐎𝐅 𝐌𝐘 𝐋𝐈𝐅𝐄”.

𝟚𝟘𝟚𝟚–𝟚𝟘𝟚𝟛 © 𝕤𝕒𝕖𝕔𝕠𝕣𝕖 — 𝕕𝕠 𝕟𝕠𝕥 𝕣𝕖𝕡𝕠𝕤𝕥 𝕠𝕣 𝕥𝕣𝕒𝕟𝕤𝕝𝕒𝕥𝕖 𝕞𝕪 𝕨𝕠𝕣𝕜. 𝕝𝕚𝕜𝕖𝕤, 𝕣𝕖𝕓𝕝𝕠𝕘𝕤, 𝕒𝕟𝕕 𝕔𝕠𝕞𝕞𝕖𝕟𝕥𝕤 𝕒𝕣𝕖 𝕨𝕖𝕝𝕔𝕠𝕞𝕖

just thinking about those 3 years we missed together

3 years of no dick🤦🏽‍♀️

☆ — gojo x f!reader | daddy's home

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content warnings : smut , mdni , nsfw , size difference , kisses , pet names ( good girl, love, etc ) , possessive sex , raw / unprotected sex , breeding , multiple orgasms , breath play / choking , mating press , dacryphilia , overstimulation , squirting , praising , creampies , tummy bulge , dumbification , make-up sex , established relationship , hints of a toxic relationship

word count : approximately 960 words

꒰ note ꒱⋆ .˚ haiii guys (: sorry for being inactive, writer's block was WILD. here's a drabble of gojo in honor of his release ♡

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“baby? you there?” your eyes fluttered open, how many hours has it been? you passed out already but he just doesn’t stop. “can we take a break..?” you hiccuped, throat dry and voice hoarse. your pussyhole was going numb from how long gojo has been fucking you. he was angry hours ago, about how you wanted to end the toxic relationship.

you had a heated argument with him, you even slapped him across his pretty face. he knows that he's not treating you very well, but he just couldn't bring himself to let go of you. he never apologizes easily, his pride was taller than him. so his plan to make up with you was to fuck your brains out. 

“there you go again,” he frowns, “you're so selfish,” he murmurs, wrapping a hand around your neck, squeezing slightly. your jaw hangs open as you gasp for air weakly, eyes slowly rolling back as your mind goes hazy from the lack of air. “you're gonna leave me hmm?” he looked down, watching how his thick cock disappeared into your pussy, swallowing his length wholeheartedly. “no one else is gonna fuck you this good.” he shudders, his leaky tip poking the gummy spot deep inside you repeatedly. “and no one else is gonna love you like I do.” 

you clawed at his muscular arms, burying your nails slightly in desperation for air. a thick and foamy mixture of your juices and his cum surrounded the base of his cock and your wet folds. you were taking him so deep all the way to the base, his happy trail and trimmed pubic hairs were coated with your wetness. the scene was messy, especially the sheets. all damp from how much you've squirted, some of his cum dribbling out of your cunt. “c-can't breathe..” both of your hands held onto his wrist, trying to pull his hand away. “say you won't leave me.” his grip tightens, eyes hooded. “w-won’t leave…you..love you—” you choked out as tears started to stream down your plush cheeks, “so much.” 

he lets go of your throat and you gasp for air, “good.” he chuckled lowly. “there she is,” he cups your cheek, “my good girl.” his needy lips reached for your swollen ones, his velvety tongue sliding past yours. your back arched as his thumb flicked your oversensitive clit, he pushed you back down by placing his hand on your stomach, pressing the bulge in your belly. “satoru...I feel dizzy,” you babbled, “good.” he huffed “gonna fuck you so dumb that you won't ever think of leaving me again.”

to tell the truth, he was fucking scared that you'll finally leave him. to him, this was his calling call to change for the better, for you. when he imagines someone else fucking his pretty girl like this, his blood boils. 

he stares at you for a moment, admiring how pretty you are even while crying. but he wanted you to cry from pleasure, not from pain. especially the pain that he caused. 

his expression softened, and he leans down to cage you in his arms, staring into your eyes sincerely. “m’sorry baby.” he cups your cheek, flooding your jawline with tiny kisses. “m’so sorry. I know I'm a fuckin’ asshole.” you wrapped your arms around his neck, pulling him closer to you as you sobbed. 

“I love you,” he whispers, his breath tickling your ear. he thrusts into you, still rough but you could tell something had changed. he was being…nicer? your cunt spasmed around his length, causing him to groan. “you're so fuckin’ good f’me love, always putting up with my bullshit.” he chuckles huskily, his face buried in the crevice of your neck, inhaling the sweet and familiar scent. his cock pounding your pussy steadily, lewd sounds of your squelching cunt and breathy gasps were music to his ears. “so fuckin’ perfect.” he grunts, pushing your knees to your chest. you gasp at the sudden change of positions, the fat tip of his dick directly positioned against the opening of your cervix. it was fucking painful but it felt so good at the same time, your body was melting from mindless pleasure as he continued to whisper sweet nothings into your ears. 

“gonna make you my wife, yeah?” he pinches your clit, causing you to gush uncontrollably. your juices dripping down your thighs, “gonna put a baby in ya now, do you want one? hmm?” he rubbed your puffy clit in a slow and circular motion. his girthy cock hitting you deep inside with every thrust of his hips. “uh huh…” you hiccuped, your hearing blocked out, his voice muffled but the sound of wet skin slapping was clear. 

his thrusts were sloppy but fast, he threw his head back with his eyes shut as he finished inside you. you could feel his hot and thick load filling you up, he pulls out and grabs his cock, tapping and rubbing his tip on your sweet lil clit. releasing a few drops of cum all over your folds that were glistening with spit and cum. he continued to grind his tip on your clit as you both caught your breaths. 

“m’gonna have to stuff you more baby, just to make sure that you'll bear my child.” he grins, moaning breathlessly as his tip entered you again, causing you to whine. his stamina is ridiculous, but who are you to complain? he just wants to make his soon-to-be wife feel good, fucking you all nice and deep until your legs are trembling. destroying that sweet and tight cunt, nudging at your sweet spot every time. and to make it all the more pleasurable, satoru was dead serious about changing.

guess it was a win-win for you, eh? 

omg y’all-my baby’s back😩

DADDY’S FUCKING HOME AHSHHDJSJSHAHSNFUDKSJHS FUCK HES SO SNSHHES SO UGHHHHHH