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the struggle is real

-ᴅᴏᴇꜱ ɪᴛ ᴍᴀᴛᴛᴇʀ?

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𝙮𝙤𝙪 𝙖𝙧𝙚 𝙨𝙪𝙘𝙝 𝙖 𝙩𝙚𝙖𝙨𝙚” 𝙝𝙚 𝙩𝙝𝙤𝙪𝙜𝙝𝙩

You and Nanami don’t think this relationship works for both of you. The petty arguments, coming home late “because of extra work,” just weren’t cutting it. Spitting up was the last unwanted truth, you guys both concluded. Some months later, you guys meet up at the courthouse coincidentally at the same time. You were going to come a little later, but you had a sweet trick up your sleeve. You are in a wine-red dress that flows to your thighs, with your dark hair down to your chest but slowly brushing against your face. You wanted to get the last bite. You were all dolled up for the most stressful moment in your life. While standing, behold him face to face; he was taking you in. His eyes are teasing himself just by observing you, knowing he can’t touch you. It’s been months. He looks you in the eyes briefly but slightly flustered, so he holds his stance. The words he wanted to express were in his mind, but all that came out was a trim groan. He knew you were petty like this, but he didn’t know what power you had, too. You gave him a sweet and delicate smirk and walked to the door, making not just the dress blow in his face but that sensual perfume you “accidentally” put on today. You were about to open the courthouse door, but he swiftly caught up and opened it. It was like a reflex, a contraction. He couldn’t disrespect you after you had put on that show for him. Realizing what he just did, he moved his head and eyes to the side but still opened the door widely for you.

Was he going to regret this?

𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐢𝐬 𝐦𝐲 𝐟𝐢𝐫𝐬𝐭 𝐩𝐨𝐬𝐭 𝐨𝐦𝐠 😭 𝐭𝐡𝐚𝐧𝐤𝐬 𝐟𝐨𝐫 𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐦𝐞𝐬𝐬𝐚𝐠𝐞 𝐦𝐞 𝐢𝐟 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐰𝐚𝐧𝐭 𝐭𝐨 𝐛𝐞 𝐨𝐧 𝐦𝐲 𝐭𝐚𝐠 𝐥𝐢𝐬𝐭! 𝐢 𝐰𝐢𝐥𝐥 𝐮𝐩𝐝𝐚𝐭𝐞 𝐦𝐲 𝐩𝐚𝐠𝐞 𝐬𝐨𝐨𝐧

ᡣ 𐭩 blurb: finals week has put you through the wringer but luckily your handsome, wonderful, caring boyfriend has a special treat for you.

wc: 1k

ᡣ 𐭩 tags: fluffy fluff, sfw, older bf!nanami kento x fem!reader, established relationship, age gap (reader: early twenties, nanami: late twenties), reader’s in college, feminine pet names, teeny angst, one kiss, self-indulgent cause i wanna be loved like this

"keep those eyes closed hun," kento's honeyed voice hits your eardrums as his large hand envelopes yours. he guides you to. . .god knows where, all you know is that you're outside. the soft, calming breeze flows through your hair gently blowing your flowy pink spring dress behind you.

his eyes scan your beautiful ensemble and he thanks whatever deity that's in the sky that you happened to walk into his life one friday afternoon. "are we there yet ken?" you inquire excitedly as you tighten your grip on his hand. he smiles at your excitement "almost," as he tries to stifle a chuckle at your cuteness.

his free hand goes the the small of your back moving you in front of him as you both walk to this destination he spoke of earlier. his expensive cologne invades your nostrils and your body immediately relaxes at the close proximity. "can you at least tell me where we're going?" trying to coax it out of him. "then it wouldn't be a surprise now would it?"

a pretty pout graces your glossed lips as you turn your head to scrunch your already closed eyes at him in a glare. "over here pretty girl," kento teases noticing you turned your head in the wrong direction. you follow the sound of his voice and turn your head in the correct direction of his face, adorable pout still adorning your lips.

"don't pout baby, i promise you'll love it," he chuckles as he presses a quick kiss to your temple. your pout is replaced by a small smile that effectively melts kento's heart into a puddle of goo. you let him lead you to this mystery he's set up. the walk is silent as you take in the sounds of nature. the rustling of the grass as the light air rakes through it, the birds chirping along with the trickle of water in the distance.

you haven't felt this calm in months. college has been a thorn in your side for a while and now that you took all your finals, you're agonizing over your final grades, wanting nothing more than to pass. kento knows this. he's seen how hard you've worked. hours of studying, late nights, and those stressed tears that broke his heart with each stream down your cheeks.

he'd catch each escaped drop with the pads of his thumbs as you were nestled in his lap in a comforting hold. in his arms, you knew nothing would harm you, especially sunday 11:59 pm due dates. and when you submitted your last final exam yesterday, he knew he had to do something big for his special girl. his only girl.

"okay, stop," he utters and your feet come to a halt. you feel the sun kissing your skin as you stand next to kento waiting with nervous-excited butterflies fluttering in your stomach. "open your eyes, baby," he whispers. his candied voice filling your senses increasing the jittery feeling in your gut.

you open your eyes, pupils adjusting to the sunlight and what you see takes your breath away.

a picnic. a beautiful picnic assembled on a vast green field beside multiple tall strawberry trees. a white plaid picnic blanket is laid flat with various foods. gourmet sandwiches arranged scrumptiously on a sliver oval platter, a full charcuterie board that includes various deli meats, crackers, cheeses, and fruits, a bottle of wine alongside two long-stem wine glasses, and a circle-shaped frosted cake with 'you did it pretty girl!' written in red icing.

not to mention the big bouquet of flowers that lay next to the picnic basket. your favorite flowers at that.

"kento," you mutter softly in disbelief. he really knows how to take your breath away. warmth spreads through your cells, filling you with affection for your lover. no matter how many times he surprises you, no matter how many times he shows you how much he loves you, it never fails to make you tear up.

he pulls you smoothly into his embrace, wrapping his strong arms around your waist. you bury your face into the crook of his neck. "wha—when did—," "last week," cutting you off. "i know college has been putting you through so much hun, i jus' wanted to treat you for working so hard, my smart girl," he coos the last part softly then proceeds to pepper kisses all over your head. like he's kissing your overworked brain.

that feeling of love and safety spreads through your veins like molasses. you savor the feeling. "i don't deserve you ken," you mumble quietly hoping he doesn't hear the insecure tilt in your tone. oh, but he did. his hands trace the curve of your waist sliding up until they reach your cheeks. he cups them in his calloused palms, thumbs stroking the apples of them.

"nonsense sweetheart. not only do you deserve me, but you deserve the world. and i'm going to give it to you, from now until my last breath." loving but determined. nanami kento in a nutshell. and that makes any remnants of insecurity vacate your mind. to prove his point, kento leans in and presses his soft lips against your glossy plump ones in a tender kiss.

not one of lust, not one of eroticism, one of affection. a kiss that says 'you are my love, my heart, my soul, my everything.'

he pulls back, interlocks your fingers in his, and guides you to the picnic blanket. you move to sit down, but not before he places a pillow below you so you don't have to sit on the hard ground. a gentleman through and through. "c'mon hun, can't let this food go to waste, can we?" as he sits on a pillow next to you.

"not with our appetites," you chuckle as you grab a cracker off the charcuterie board and poke a toothpick into a slice of ham. kento laughs with you as he gazes at you fondly. he believes this is where he's meant to be. on a blanket, with you, eating and drinking as the horizon turns orange in front of you both.

and he wouldn’t have it any other way.

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HATE THAT I LOVE YOU || part 3

mean!ryomen sukuna x fem!reader

It's already a part of Sukuna's personality to be mean, always throwing insults at every person he finds annoying here and there. And you were no exception. You ran after him like a lovesick puppy, happily smiling at his rejections, confessing to him multiple times how much you like him, and Sukuna wanted so much to strangle you for your persistence.

But when you stopped showing interest, maybe... just maybe, Sukuna didn't like the sound of it.

contents: sukuna x reader, soft!reader, reader is oblivious to sukuna's insults, mean!sukuna, golden retriever x black cat trope, reader is a happy pill (not to sukuna tho, yet), hurt/slight angst, modern college AU, sukuna is in a band, bassist!sukuna, not proofread, jjk characters in a band, siblings yuji and sukuna

warning: cursing

links: < part 1 > < part 2 >

***

You don't remember anything that happened last night.

Waking up with a throbbing head and no memories of what occurred when you were drunk was not something you were happy about. You were still dressed in your last night's clothes, your heels discarded on the floor, a blanket being over your body the whole time you were sleeping. You didn't even know how you still got home or how you even ended up on the living room couch, assuming that maybe Nanami took care of you because of the text he sent last night.

2:17 PM

Nanami: I hope you slept comfortably. Drink some water when you wake up.

You smiled at his message. Nanami is surely the gentleman out of everyone in the band, he really never forgets to take care of everyone.

So when Monday comes by, you immediately look for Nanami to thank him personally. It was during lunch period when you caught sight of the person you've been wanting to see, and without further ado, you ran after him as you called out his name.

Unbeknownst to you, Sukuna was just a few steps behind when he found you talking to Nanami. And the words that escaped your mouth sent his blood levels high.

“Nanami! I wanted to say thank you for taking care of me last Friday night!”

“Friday night?”

“Yeah? I was really drunk, but I do remember someone taking me home. And you texted me that morning too, so I concluded it was you. Anyways, thank you so much–”

That's all Sukuna needed to hear as he walked right past the two of you, his eyes shooting daggers at everyone who walked in his way.

What he witnessed somehow left a bitter taste in his mouth. Like there's a poison corrupting his veins, eager to suffer him to death as he clenches his hand in a fist to restrain himself.

All Sukuna could do was walk away.

He couldn't accept how you dare to think that another man took care of you and drove you home. He couldn't believe how you're thanking another man right away, instead of clarifying who did what first, and he's just really going to hate you more for this.

“Wait, what do you mean?” Nanami asked you with an evident confused look on his face. After rambling about how you appreciated his act of concern towards you last Friday, you finally focused on him and saw how he looked clueless about the situation.

“You… took me home, didn't you? Because… I was really drunk…”

“Oh.” He nodded, now realising what you said. “It wasn't me, though.’

•

You were entirely confused by the situation now. Your feelings had tangled up in your mind and you don't know what to believe anymore when you saw Sukuna walking past you in the hallways.

The surroundings seem to quiet down as you focus your eyes on him. His figure, his stare, his inevitably handsome face. It's all coming back to you again. The beat of your heart, like a slow motion film everytime he walks by, and you feel like you're a teenager for these feelings.

You were about to open your mouth to talk to him, when he brushed you off so easily as he spared you no glance, walking right past your shoulder. Mouth agape, words left unspoken, mind wandering elsewhere, your cheeks blushed in embarrassment.

If he's the one who took you home after the party, then why is he not taking any credit for it?

Did he do it out of pity or something? Did he just feel bad to leave you alone in there?

You knew he didn't have any feelings for you, so maybe it is the latter. And after that, he doesn't care anymore where you thank him anymore, because that's just how he is.

Sighing, you clutched your bag in your hand and thought of another time to thank him still.

On the other side, Sukuna is mad mad. He doesn't even know why. He can't even explain it himself because he feels like it's nonsense.

It's like a feeling of wanting to throw a tantrum for all his bottled up feelings of anger at you, but if he did do such a thing, he'll come out whiny. Plus, only Yuji does that.

He just hates it. Everytime he looks at you, that anger starts becoming intense in some type of way. His hatred makes him want to lock you in his arms, and just… and just…

Why is he thinking about this anyway?

He hates you for your annoyance. For your persistence. For always smiling at everyone. For always making his day feel incomplete if you're not there.

He hates you even more for thanking Nanami for something he had done. And he wants to knock some senses in you at some point.

He hates how you've changed. How you're slowly fading away from him.

He hates how he's maybe starting to feel different about you now.

•

“You might pierce a hole in her head if you keep staring like that…” Yuji whispered close to Sukuna’s ear. Sukuna flinched, but immediately hit Yuji with his elbow, leaving the latter hissing in pain.

The football field was yet again full of people. Girls would walk over and say hi to Sukuna and Yuji to where they sat at the benches, and only Yuji would have the heart to flash them his cheeky smile. While Sukuna watches you who had been sitting a few seats far away, your back facing them, focused on whatever conversation you have with your friend.

“Tell me,” Yuji continues. “Are you starting to like her?”

Sukuna immediately turned his head to him with a glare. He scoffed, crossing his arms on his chest, “That's total nonsense, Yuji.”

Yuji shrugged as he stared at you as well. “Not to me… You look… troubled…”

“That… has nothing to do with that fool…”

Yuji laughs at his brother, shaking his head at his denial. “Whatever you say.”

•

This is it. This is the right time to finally talk to Sukuna.

You breathed heavily as you wiped your sweaty palms on your clothes. Your heart was thumping loudly on your chest as you stood right before the band's practice room door.

You've been looking for Sukuna the whole day and ended up asking Yuji where he was, and this is why you ended up here. The door seems to dread a dark presence before it, looming an ominous aura within, or maybe it was just you over exaggerating things.

You nervously twist the door, and there you see Sukuna on his usual seat, legs spread apart, his face resting on his palms as he had his eyes closed. You almost backed away after realising that he was sleeping, but stopped when he opened his eyes.

“O-oh I'm sorry, I didn't know you were asleep!” You panicked, bowing at him repeatedly for your mistake. “I'll leave–”

“Do you need anything?” His deep voice felt like thunder as it rang in your ears.

You purse your lips, feeling the heat rush to your face. You reluctantly nodded your head as you took a step inside the room, closing the door behind you.

“About last Friday…”

Sukuna raised an eyebrow as he stood up, taking a step forward as he placed his hands on his pocket. “What about it?”

“Y-yeah uhm… Thank you for… f-for…” You started stuttering, your hands shaking on your sides. Sukuna's eyes landed on them, which startled you to clasped your hands together instead to keep them still, but it didn't really help.

“Say it.” He demanded, and it made you even more nervous because he was staring at you too intently.

“L-last Friday night… I want to thank you for…” You take a breath to calm yourself down. “N-nanami said… you took me h-home?”

“Are you asking me if I did?”

You pinched your shaking hands, not expecting his question. “Y-yes? Did you…?”

“Tsk.” He took a step closer, reaching out to grab your shaky hands with one hand. “What's gotten into the sunshine brat I know, hmm?” He asks, staring at your shaky hands between his. “Nervous?”

“T-that’s not the question, Sukuna.”

“Alright then,” he let go of you, bringing his hands back to his pocket. “I did. Happy?”

You closed your eyes at his answer, your breathing becoming uneven as you opened them again. Sweat is starting to form on your neck, “Why?”

It was the question that had been running in your head for the whole time since Nanami told you that it was Sukuna. And you needed answers. At this instant.

“You were drunk,” Sukuna answered straightforwardly. “Did you want me to leave you alone?”

“N-no! B-but–”

“Don't put too much ideas in your head.”

Your heart skipped a beat.

The world seems to start crashing down, and that's all the answers you need.

What were you expecting anyway? That magically, Sukuna started to care for you just because he had the heart to act like a person towards you? That maybe, he started to realise that his feelings for you were never hatred but it turned into something deep?

No, that's impossible. Liking you the way you like him was never in Sukuna's vocabulary.

So what now?

“Right!” You nodded your head with a smile. “I wasn't thinking of anything! I really just wanted to thank you, that's all!”

Sukuna searched your eyes, trying to read you. But you quickly feigned your disappointment as you grinned at him.

“I just needed to confirm that. Thank you, Sukuna! I should get going now. I won't bother you anymore.” You waved him goodbye as you ran out of the room, and when he was finally out of sight, tears started rolling down your face.

Sukuna, on the other hand, just stared off into space from where you left.

He was… undoubtedly, regretting his words.

***

Is the update too short? lol, ill make it up to you guys once im done with schoolworks!! i promisee 😭 part 4 will be up in idk when ☺️

their spot ♥︎

sukuna x princess! reader

ー in which you and sukuna meet when he unintentionally saves you and you continue to meet him everyday in the same spot.

fem! reader, heian era, grumpy x sunshine, reader is innocent and playful, fluff + short smut

"Your Highness! Please don't go too far!" you hear your personal maid shout from the distance as you continue to run, laughing and waving her goodbye.

Any other princess wouldn't be allowed to go into the wilderness on her own, but as for Y/N, her family could not care less if she went missing the next morning.

You have already wandered through so many paths, yet there was still more to explore. You take a new route and stumble on an open area, seeing a hill in the distance and couldn't help but gawk at the beautiful area.

You cheerfully run towards the hill, taking a few breaths once you reached the top. From this height, you could see the beautiful view of the ocean, together with the breathtaking sunset. "Oh my..."

The sun continued to set as you watched from underneath the tree, sitting in a comfortable position. The comforting sounds of nature soon make you drift of to sleep.

A growl from the distance awakes you from your slumber. You jolt awake to see that the moon was already up in the sky. "Gosh, how many hours have passed?"

The sound of your voice summons another growl and you start to get nervous. You turn around and look down at the hill and see a big wolf that was twice your size, bright red eyes trying to scare you. However, you were too distracted at the sight of the furry animal.

"Oh my, It's a wolfy! Come boy, come!" you wave your hand, beckoning the wolf to come closer. It hesitates but slowly starts to approach you. "Here boy... I'm nice, I swear!"

The wolf is now in front of you sniffing your leg, you bring your hand to his neck and started scratching. "Aren't you a cutie~ I'm gonna name you-"

Your words were cut off as you watch the wolf get sliced in half, the blood splattering on your kimono.

"Tch."

A voice was heard from behind the wolf, you see a handsome man with four arms and eyes, marks which seemed like tattoos all over his body.

"Hey~ Why did you kill the wolfy?" you whined.

"Shut up, Human. What are you doing here?"

". . ."

He furrows his brows and growls, "Answer."

"But you said shut up." you smile playfully, clearly teasing him.

"You... Do you know who you're talking to?" He slowly approaches you.

He was trying to intimidate you with this slow steps but was shocked to see you stand up and walk over to him instead.

"Well, No! You haven't introduced yourself yet. I'm Y/N. What's your name?" you reach out your hand as you introduce yourself.

". . ."

". . ."

You watch as his four eyes stare at you, trying to figure you out. You smile up at him and put your hand down.

"Well you don't have to tell me if you don't want to! I still would like to know why you killed the cute wolf though..." you pout as you look over at the furry body in pieces.

"You foolish woman. That wolf was going to make you its dinner." he glares at you, "And this area here is mine. I slaughter everything and everyone that trespasses."

He raises one of his hands to kill you in one swoop, but stops as you perk up and grab one of his hands in joy.

"Oh, so you saved me?! Thank you, kind stranger." you give his hand a small squeeze to show your appreciation.

He stares at both of your hands together for a few seconds before he smacks your hand away, "Tch, How dare you touch me."

You pout as you rub your wrist, "Oh, my apologies . It was bad manners of me to grab you without asking. I'll do that next time!"

"Hah, next time?" He chuckled pure evil, "There will be no next time. Don't think you're coming out of here alive, human."

"That can't be, I have to repay you! You saved me, after all... Even though I don't have much influence, I'm still a princess!"

"Princess? Stop lying woman. The only child I know of royalty here is a prince."

"Yeah~ That's my brother!" you smile, unbothered that people weren't aware that there was a princess in the first place. "And I have a name, you know."

A few seconds of silence pass, him just staring at you. He scoffs and turns to walk away. "Leave."

You were about to retort back but realized how far in the night it is so you stand up and call out to him, "Hey~ I'll be back here tomorrow okay?"

You laugh as you see him turn his head to scowl at you.

The next day soon arrives and you're back at the same spot on the beautiful hill. You sit down under a tree and bask in the view.

The silence was interrupted by a familiar voice. "You have a death wish, huh?"

"Hey there! Come, sit!" you giggle and pat the spot next to him.

"Tch, this is where I usually sit, woman." He scoffs as he sits down, not showing he was curious at the human interacting with him.

"So... I heard a few guards talking about a certain king of the curses...." you side-eye him, smiling playfully. "Hehe, what even is your name?"

"Ryomen Sukuna. Remember the name of the one who's gonna kill you." He smirks.

"Then why haven't you killed me yet?" you tilt your head.

"I'll have my fun with you for now. You're quite the peculiar human."

"Oh, tell me in advance when you're gonna kill me then, Sukuna!"

"You..." he glares, "Do you not value your life?"

"Meh, not really... No one would miss me anyway." I frown, but a smile quickly replaces it, "So I've decided to just live to the fullest. If I die today, at least I had fun yesterday~"

Sukuna stays silent as he watches you cheerfully talk about death with his brows furrowed. You hum a tune while enjoying the comfortable silence for a few minutes and then turn to look at him.

Your lips part when you continue to stare at him, his features complimenting his handsome face. Sukuna, for some reason, found it hard not to look back at your stare. After a while, he turned his head to look back into your eyes.

You flinch as his eyes look into yours. Your cheeks tint at his intimidating state and you give him a shy smile.

"So... um... what's... your favorite color...?"

Silence fills the air at the random question, and your cheeks tint even more. You let out a small laugh at your own embarrassment.

Sukuna takes a peek at the warm flush of your cheeks and lets out a huff, "Red."

You whip your head to him and flash a bright smile, "That really suits you! Mine is white hehe~"

". . ."

"So... what do you like to ea-"

"Shut up."

You zip your lips shut and sit more comfortably next to him. The silence was so oddly comforting that you drifted off to sleep. Your head slowly leaning to to direction Sukuna was sitting.

His shoulder was too high for your small figure, so your head rested on the side of his arm. Sukuna looked down, careful not to move his arm. "Tch, unbelievable."

Although he looked annoyed, he didn't move his arm for the rest of his time there.

You wake up and your eyes slowly open. The sun in the horizon has just set and the moon is starting to peak into the sky. Your head lifts up from an... arm?

"Wha..." you let out a yawn.

You hear a scoff, "Why did you sleep for so long?"

"S-Sukuna?!"

You put the pieces together and realize that Sukuna let you sleep on his arm until you woke up. The thought of that making your cheeks warm.

"Sukuna... that's so sweet of you!" you show a downturned smile to express how grateful you were.

He scowls at you and in a blink, he disappears.

"He didn't even let me say bye..."

You arrive at the same spot under the tree on the hill. Surprisingly, you see Sukuna already there.

"You're here!~"

He opens two eyes to see your figure running towards him. He sighs and shuts his eyes again, slowly getting used to his human's presence.

You stop right in front of him, admiring his face once more, being less embarrassed now that his eyes were shut. Soon, you give into your temptation.

"Sukuna..."

He opens an eye.

"Can I touch you now? I asked first this time!" you clasp your hands and interwine your fingers to say please.

He scoffs and shuts the eye. You frown letting out a small 'Hmp' of sulk.

"I didn't say no."

You gasp in excitement and reach out your hands to his face. Your fingertips gently touch his face. You didn't notice the subtle flinch Sukuna did.

Your fingers trace the marks on his face. He exhales from his nose, the air hitting your skin making you feel warm inside. You slowly lift your thumbs to caress the area next to his bottom eyes, the rest of your fingers at the back of his ear. You couldn't help but hum a small 'woah~' in admiration.

"Your eyes are beautiful." Flustered at your own words, your cheeks tint in embarrassment.

His eyes open, both of you staring into each other. He glares at you and whips his head to the side, your hands still on his face. "How absurd."

"It's true..." You let out a chuckle and kneel down next to him. This time, you trace the marks on his arms.

What you didn't notice earlier was how Sukuna's cheeks warmed up at your compliment, with the same grumpy face. He shook his head and sighed, focusing on the feeling of your skin on his.

The rest of the day you just held onto his hand tracing lines and giving light massages while bringing up small conversation topics. He gave small answers, but you were overjoyed at your interactions.

Two weeks have gone by since then. As the days continued, Sukuna began to warm up more to you, talking to you in longer sentences and not telling you to shut up anymore. You were currently on your way to meet him again. Meanwhile, Sukuna was starting to realize his feelings for you.

"Princess Y/N, Please! Finish your food before you go!" The maid sighs as she watches you run away. She looks over at the unfinished plate, wondering what in the wilderness is so interesting to her highness.

As she takes a closer look in the plate, she gasps. "Oh my heavens! T-This is... The Princess is allergic to this!"

Without a care in the world, you skip towards Sukuna's spot, excited to meet your king of the curses.

"I'm here!"

Insted of sitting in his usual spot, he was standing near the cliff, looking at the horizon.

"Sukuna! you admiring the view?"

He doesn't reply and you look at his back, confused. The dark clouds in the sky let out a thunder.

"How dare you."

"W-What?"

He turns around and scowls, "How dare you make me feel- Ugh."

"Huh?" you say confused, raindrops start dropping on both of you.

In a flash, he disappears from where he was standing and was now in front of you. His hand swiftly attacks for your neck but he quickly stops and is an inch away from your skin.

You flinch, but don't move. you give him a chuckle.

"Sukuna... I told you in advance to tell me first before you kill me." you laugh.

He growls in frustration and puts his hands down. "Ugh..."

"But... As strange as it may seem, the time I spent with you was the happiest I've ever been. Thank you for showing me kindness, even in your own way. Farewell, Sukuna. I will never forget you!"

You stand on your tip toes and met your lips with his. It was just a gentle peck, but it sent shivers down her spine.

"Idiot."

As you pull away, content, you couldn't bring yourself to look him in the eyes. 'I wonder what face he's making right now', the thought making you smile. You grab the same hands that tried to attack you earlier and wrapped them around your neck.

"Huh?" you look up at him confused, only to be more confused as you analyzed his face.

'He looks... troubled? I'm not so sure'

He pulls his hands away from your neck and sighs. He grabs you arms and rests his head on the crook of your neck, inhaling your scent. "What kind of sick curse is this..."

". . . Sukuna?"

Although he wasn't exactly hugging you, you wrap your arms around him and hug back. The rain hitting the both of you as you warm up in each other's arms.

". . . I'm confused, are you still killing me or not?"

". . . Pft."

You gawk as you hear Sukuna let out a chuckle. Seeing his lips turn up was a better view than the horizon behind them.

You look up at him and smile, "Hehe, you still haven't answered m-"

The moment was interrupted when you cough out blood. A sudden burning sensation you feel in your chest. You let go of him to hold your chest in pain, your body slouching as you groan.

"D-Damn...I-I shouldn't have-ugh... ate those."

"Y/N?!"

The sound of his name flow out of his voice made your heart flutter but the pain overpowers that.

"Agh-" You drop to the floor, "Don't w-worry, these are just allergies."

He gets on his knees and uses his reverse cursed technique to heal you from your suffering. The pain was too much for you to handle though, and you pass out in his arms.

You jolt awake in your room, looking around confused.

"Sukuna?"

You call out for him but nothing happens. His scent still lingering in the room so you're sure he tucked you back into bed.

You smile as your heart flutters, going back to sleep.

"Y-Your Highness! Are you sure you're okay?" your maid stutters as she hands you your breakfast the next morning.

"Yes yes~ Don't worry about lil' old me!"

You quickly finish your breakfast, wanting to see him as soon as possible. You quickly run and you arrive at the spot in no time and you see him there.

You don't even call out to him, you just run towards his sitting figure, bend over, and wrap your arms around his neck.

He jolts in surprise but immediately calms down as he takes a whiff of your hair.

"Sukuna, you saved me twice already. Thank you for yesterday." you smile, embarrassed to make eye contact with him.

He places a hand on your back to push your body into his. Now, you're straddling his lap and you stay in position.

You fidget your hands, "Ugh~ It's kinda awkward now after I did a whole farewell speech yesterday..." you whine as you recall the events yesterday.

"Yeah, you're farewell kiss too."

You blush and groan into his shoulder, clenching your fists in his robe in embarrassment.

"Hah, is the princess embarrassed? Look at me."

As if it was a spell, you comply immediately and shyly pull away to look at him.

He grabs your chin and pulls your face closer.

"You have to take responsibility for what you did yesterday." He smirks.

"R-Responsibility?!" you squeak.

"Don't think I'll be satisfied with a mere kiss, Princess."

He smashes his lips onto yours. Unlike the sweet and short peck, this was hot and passionate. His upper arms land on your waist and slides the up and down the side of your body.

You feel his tongue enter your mouth and you shift your hips to adjust your position, making you grind on his crotch. The friction making you both groan in pleasure, all of his blood rushing to the length under his robe.

"S-Sukuna." you couldn't help but whine his name in the middle of your tongues dancing. Hearing his name turns him on even more, and his hands go from your hips to sliding inside your kimono to grab hold of your breasts.

You let out a moan at his touch on your bare chest. His bottom arms sliding up your kimono underneath you, his hands traveling up to grope both cheeks of your ass. Wanting to touch him, your hands go down to his chest, sliding inside his robe to touch explore your hands around his bare chest and abs. Your touch making Sukuna groan and start grinding his hips underneath yours, you moan in his lips and grind on him as well.

His hands slide off your kimono, leaving you in your undergarments. The cool air hitting your skin, but you couldn't feel it from the heat of the intimate moment. His bottom hands start to tug on your panties and he whispers into your lips.

"You think you can handle me, Princess?"

You moan in confirmation, sliding off the top part of his robe and continuing to grind on him. He hisses in pleasure and rips off your panties and throw them to the side.

"Ah!" you squeak in embarrassment, pulling away and looking down at yourself, but what caught your eye is the visible bulge twitching underneath the fabric of his robe. You curiously grope it, causing a moan to slip off his mouth, and snatches your hand away.

"Later."

He grabs both of your wrists and pushes you to the clean grass. He looks up and down your naked body and smirks, feeling another twitch from his cock. His eyes landed on your pussy, already soaking wet.

His eyes darkens and he grins, ready to devour you. He brings a hand to your folds and run his fingers along the wetness dripping down your thighs. "How can you be this wet already?" he chuckles and inserts a finger inside, his other hands playing with your breasts.

The sensation making you moan in pleasure, the back of your hand covering your mouth in embarrassment. The moans continue when he starts thrusting the finger in a moderate motion. After a few seconds of adjusting, he shoves another finger in.

The sounds of his fingers fucking your wet pussy fill the air. He feels your walls clench and sees your body start to arch. He sees the way you were making a mess already just with his fingers. Your moans get whinier and he loses it.

He grunts and shoves the robe of his body and your eyes widen. You stare at his two cocks twitching in the air, gulping at its huge size. "S-Sukuna..."

"You want to stop?" you whine and shook your head immediately, "That's what I thought. Now come here, princess."

Not giving you enough time to process, he picks you up and puts him in the stradling position you were earlier in, the tip of his cock goes in and he thrusts inside.

"Ngh- Ah~ S-Sukuna." He grunts in reply, feeling your pussy clench in his hard cock.

"Fuck, princess."

The pleasure was nothing you ever felt before. You look down and see his other cock twitching against your stomach. You reach your hand to grab his length which causes his head to roll back in pleasure and let out a deep moan.

You pump his cock, while adjusting to the other cock that was already inside you. "Prince- Agh, Shit." Your hand going faster and faster, the sounds of his groans making your walls clench, making him groan even louder.

He grabs your hand to stop you. "I can't hold it anymore. I'm gonna destroy this tight little pussy, yeah?"

He grabs your hips and starts bouncing you up and down, his cock thrusting inside of you without mercy.

"Ah... Suku- Agh~" You were drowning in pleasure, eyes rolling back as you listen to the sounds of your wetness and both of your skins slapping against each other.

He was thrusting into you mercilessly, your mewls just making his climax come closer. He feels your walls clench uncontrollably and he moans your name.

"Y/N. Fuck- I'm going crazy" he huffs, acting like an animal in heat.

He pushes you back into the soft grass into a new position, bringing your knees to your chest, his cock thrusting into you sloppily. A visible bump in your belly when he thrusts inside. Two hands behind your knees. One hand rubbing your clit. One hand pumping his other cock.

"Agh~ T-There... Sukuna-"

He hits a certain spot causing your body to twitch and making your eyes water up from the pleasure.

Sukuna pounds faster into your pussy, his precum smeared along your soaked walls. You were letting him use your body and it felt so good.

You feel something building up inside of you, and you whine. "Ah- wait! Sukuna~ I- I-" you whine in pleasure as your body arches, your juices spilling into his cock.

"That's right, princess. Let it out." he coos into your ear. "My turn."

You gasp for air as he thrusts again into your sensitive pussy, making your mewl echo into the air. Your juices increase the sound of the wetness as he slaps his skin into yours, the mix of your arousals filling the air.

"Fuck- I should fill you up, huh? Breed my precious princess?"

"Agh- P-Please!~ I-"

He moans as he shoots his load into you and fill up your pussy, having both of your juices mixed up. His other cock also shooting cum onto your stomach. Your body twitches at the feeling of his seed inside you, grabbing both of his arms for support. He sighs in pleasure and pulls out, watching as the juices ooze out of your aching pussy.

"You did so good, Princess." is the last thing you hear before you pass out.

You flutter your eyes open to see a room that wasn't yours. Sukuna lying down next to you in bed. You look down on your clothed body to see you were cleaned up and well taken care of after.

"Sukuna..." you mutter, eyes still droopy "I can't move my legs~"

"Heh, you're gonna get used to it."

"Hm?" You tilt your head.

"You're mine now. This is the consequence of your actions, right? You can't escape now." He smirks as he picks you up and puts you on top of him.

You stare at him in shock then laugh, "Now why would I dare leave my king, he'll get lonely without me~"

You plant a sweet kiss on his lips and pull away to see a smile on his face. His smile making you feel warm inside as your cheeks tint. You giggle and snuggle into his arms and you enjoy each other's warm, and will continue to enjoy each other's presence in the future.

The vampire bites the woman he desires

NANAMI OFFICE AUU 🙈

nanami office au.

genre, warnings. fluff just pure fluff! | none! |

notes. such a cute request from an anon😭🫰🏻

okay thissss!!! *chefs kiss*

just imagine, there's like a moment where your supervisor gives you more work than usual.

the blonde man whom you happen to be dating but it wasn't known to the ton. you were both keeping it out of the public eye

he would walk up to your cubicle. his hand is rested on your partition, he could just look over your cubicle because this man is tall.

"need help, hon?" he would tell you.

you would look up at him with a small pout, "no, it's nothing I can't manage."

"it's the third time this week where he'd send you extra work," your man mentions, "I'll talk to him for you."

your co workers may or may not suspect the both of you since, this man comes in your department considering he's one of the higher positioned employees who may or may not handle two or more departments, including yours.

so why, why was nanami kento? the mr. nanami kento, come up at your cubicle like you were someone to him.

"nanami, it's fine." you remind him with a sigh, smiling up at him to show him you appreciated his concern.

he doesn't stop there though, even if you told him he didn't need to do anything. he'd just contradict your words. 

he would talk to your supervisor, one thing about nanami, is he's good with his way with words. so expect your supervisor, APOLOGIZING to you, followed with a, "if you have any concerns regarding in the office please let me know."

you don't know how your man did but hey, at least you get to finally go home early.

nanami wasn't very chatty with his employees, he was just good with communicating regarding work.

he was an intelligent man after all.

and whenever you just knock on his door after missing him throughout the day.

he'd light up at the sight of you entering his room.

"hi baby." he'd say with a small smile, preparing himself by pushing out of his desk to make room for you to sit on his lap.

more of the moments with nanami in the work place is when you pack both of yours bento for the day, and you come to his office to eat lunch together. 

you both would just talk about each other's day, ask how both each other's doing. just wholesome conversation with the man you love, honestly.

you'd rant to him about your stupid co workers who make your work much harder with how they treat you. he'd listen silently. however, you may or may not would hear that they have been moved to another department and positioned lower than they usually are the next day.

did i mention nanami was one of the person who managed two or three more departments in your company. that's why he had this much privelaged.

now any one was entitled to abuse a privilege but nanami just wasn't the guy but when it comes to you, he'd cross any lines of bounderies to make you happy.

Your coworker Nanami absolutely pines for you.  

You have no clue that his heart beats thrice as fast whenever he’s around you. He’s surprised you haven’t heard it yet, especially during the moments when you get so close, you’re almost touching. That’s when he loses it the most. And it’s not just the proximity of your bodies. It’s whatever lotion or perfume you’re wearing that sends him into a frenzy, maybe even the natural scent of you. To him, it’s the sweetest thing. Sometimes, you’ll graze hands when you hand him a document, and his skin tingles the remainder of the day. To you, it may be nothing; to him, it’s a spark that ignites his very being, electrifies his nerves, synapses firing into his brain, imagining all the ways he can get close to you again. 

Nanami always takes his lunch the same time as you do. He loves talking to you in the break room, whether it be about the latest hobby you’ve taken up, new shows you’re watching, venting about a certain coworker that annoys the both of you. His crush on you grows stronger when you start bringing him little treats every so often. A croissant you picked up in the morning at the café. Little chocolates you bought for yourself, thinking that he would like a taste too. A new pasta recipe you want him to try because you know how good of a cook he is, and his opinion really matters to you. 

You have no idea how much you mean to him. He only likes going to work because of you. 

ways to feel better about ur appearance⋆.ೃ࿔*:･🎀

feeling insecure about the way that u look or feeling awkward in ur own body is a rly unpleasant feeling and its easy to fall into patterns of not feeling satisfied with urself and the way that u look. but the goal is to feel comfortable and happy and proud of the skin that ur in.

₊˚⊹ ᰔ take a shower every day

₊˚⊹ ᰔ practice skincare

₊˚⊹ ᰔ say affirmations that invoke the feeling of being satisfied with ur appearance

₊˚⊹ ᰔ wear ur favorite perfume, ur favorite outfit, ur favorite color

₊˚⊹ ᰔ learn to compliment urself and point out the aspects of ur appearance that u love

₊˚⊹ ᰔ surround urself with people who dont belittle you or your appearance and that gas you up.

₊˚⊹ ᰔ keep ur skin moisturized

₊˚⊹ ᰔ wear makeup if u like it or wear ur hair in a hairstyle that u love

₊˚⊹ ᰔ no more self belittling (ur brain can't tell the difference between a joke and the truth so dont feed urself something that u dont wanna perpetuate)

₊˚⊹ ᰔ taking care of urself physically often helps with the mental aspect of feeling comfy with ur appearance. when u look good, you feel good.

₊˚⊹ ᰔ dont bother trying to compare urself to beauty standards bcuz the standards of beauty are ALWAYS CHANGING. they vary depending on ur culture, where u live, and who you are. true beauty won't change with the times or the trends.

when y/n says or does something that you would absolutely never do and you jump out your skin at the secondhand embarrassment.

Men who can remedy your behavior without being aggressive make me sooooo fucking weak. Like come and get you some Mr. Gentleman, I like that.

dream room

part four

oh my goodness my man 😩 .

i need moots HELP i literally like anything ( mostly anime 🙏🏾)

quiet whispers

feat — nanami kento

content & warnings — smut, nsfw content, fluff, nanami being head over heels for you <3

a/n — didn’t really like this, but we ball

you lay down on his bed, arms splayed beside your head. nanami glances down at you and takes in the sight of your messy, unravelled state; the aftermath of the passionate make out session that had just occured mere moments ago.  flushed cheeks, watery eyes, messy hair that scattered everywhere in beautiful ripples. your clothes were crumpled, and your heaving chest was inches away from being revealed to the ex-salary man above you.

nanami breathes in a sharp inhale, and slowly unbuttons a few buttons on his shirt. his glasses had been long discarded, as well as his tie and beige overcoat, “you don’t know how long i’ve been waiting to do this, y/n” 

you sent him a soft smile, which made the man’s insides churn. a feeling unfamiliar, but not unwelcome.. “me too, kento.” 

he smiled back at you, a hidden warmth in his eyes slowly being unconcealed. when was the last time he’s ever felt this strongly for a person? has he ever?  

he tucks your hair behind your ear and then cups your face. you couldn’t help but lean into his comforting warmth, a touch so innocent and intimate, making your heart race even quicker. he could see the plea in your doe eyes and leaned forward for a gentle kiss. 

the kiss quickly escalated from that of a fairytale, to something much more primal and passionate. the pace of the kiss quickened and you couldn’t help but whimper as he prod his tongue atop your bottom lip, begging for entrance.

naturally, your body complied and the heated kiss escelated to the discarding of clothes. he unbuttoned and removed your shirt, in which revealed a cute, pink, lacy bra. a slight red tinge appeared on his cheeks and you couldn’t help but let out a giggle. he averted his gaze, and then made eye contact with you, “do you want this? i can stop if you want me to stop.”

“ever the gentleman, aren’t you?” still giggling, reaching your hand to his larger hand, intertwining them which sends another wave of warmth to his heart, “we’re already this far, and well, of course i want this. i don’t want you to stop.” 

“consent is important.” 

“consent is important. it’s sexy too.” 

he flushes even deeper at your comment, and averts his gaze once more, “it’s the bare minimum.” 

you hum in agreement and giggle again, “i didn’t know you were one to get flustered so easily!” you enjoyed his reactions and boldly, you place his hand on top of one of your tits and say in a sultry voice, “kento, please touch me. you can do whatever you want to me.”

at this, he lost all sense and composure. taking in a sharp breath once again, he motions for you to sit up slightly, and manoeuvres his free hand to take your lacy, pink, bra off. you found this extremely attractive, and he could tell from the way your legs clenched together and the dazed way you looked up at him with your big, watery doe eyes. god, you drove him crazy. 

he discarded the bra and tossed it somewhere in the room. you fell back on top of the silk sheets once more, and your excitement grew massively. he shimmied your little shorts down to your ankles and discarded those too, all whilst making eye contact with you. 

the energy in the room was hot and expectant, and you noticed that the dimly lit lights helped set the tone and raw sexual energy. nanami glanced at the wet patch that was present on your matching pink panties and a thought came to mind.

placing a finger on the patch, he rubbed slowly and you couldn’t help but let out a quiet whimper from both the feeling and the overall suspense. “kento…” you let out with a breathy sigh, bucking your hips to his touch, desperate to relieve the pressure on your aching clit, “more..” 

“be patient, darling.” was all that he whispered. he knew his voice was sexy, and he abused it.

you were needy, hot and bothered. the small stimulation he gifted with his fingers wasn’t enough and you needed more. the feathery touch of his fingers through the thin fabric of your panties left you even wetter than before.

done with the teasing, he looped his fingers around the waistband of your panties and pulled them down to your ankles; repeating the actions of what he did to your other pieces of clothing. he moved up your body, leaving wet kisses along your torso, and up to your tits. he takes a nipple in his mouth and begins sucking. this stimulation alone leaves you weak in the knees and you let out a few breathy moans. you place your hands in his slightly ruffled hair, and tug gently. 

he licks a few kitten licks onto your flushed nipples and then sucks it once more, your cute, shy moans spurring him on. he goes to your other nipple and repeats the same actions which turn you into a writhing mess.

“oh kento…” you slightly lift your head up to kiss him on the forehead, which was definitely a contrast to the energy in the room, but it simply felt right for you to do. the sweet action erupted a smile from him and you couldn’t help but smile too.

he retreats from your tits, and begins to send sloppy kisses down your abdomen, nearing your pulsing core. he kisses and bites at your inner thighs, leaving marks for no one else to see but him. 

finally receiving the stimulation you so desperately needed, he licks a few stripes down your pussy which makes you whine and buck your hips for more. 

“needy, aren’t you?”

“you’ve been teasing me this whole time!” you pout cutely, the pitch in your voice raising slightly higher.

he chuckles and without warning, he latches his mouth onto your puffy clit which sends you into a frenzy. a harmony of moans and whimpers erupt from you as he laps at your cunt so impossibly good, eating it as if he were a starved man.

“ngghhh.. kento..” your small hands find a place in his tousled hair once more and grips onto it hard. you push his head further into you, causing his nose to brush against your throbbing clit as he moves down to lap near your hole. his finger inches towards it, and you gasp at the sudden intrusion and let out a particularly loud moan. “a-ah!” 

your moans begin to increase in volume, and you get slightly embarrassed. muffling your moans with your hand, you close your eyes and delve into the pleasure. 

“ah, ah, ah. i want to hear your moans, princess. remove your hands.” 

the dominance in his voice makes you listen to him without a second thought, your noises no longer being muffled and hidden from the man above you. 

“getting flustered now, are you? you’re so cute.” he says in a tone you’ve never heard from him before, all whilst quickly thrusting his fingers back and forth into your sensitive cunt.

“mmphh… haah…” you replied incoherently, too fucked out to correlate your words together – your mouth only allowing whimpers and whines to pass through. 

he chuckles against your cunt, sending vibrations which further erupt more noises from you. “i haven’t even fucked you with my cock yet, and i’ve already reduced you to moans and whimpers? you gonna start crying when i put my cock into you next?”  

the pace of his fingers quickened drastically and you sounded almost pornagraphic. “d-don’t stop… i’m so c-close.”

and then he stops. 

you look up at him in disbelief, your bottom lip jutting out. you looked adorable he thought, your flushed little cheeks all puffed out, your bottom lip wet and shining.

you only notice now that he isn’t even fully undressed and your face becomes even more pouty. you watch as his thick, veiny hands undo each of his buttons one by one, shrugging the deep blue shirt off his shoulders. you see him in all his glory as you subconsciously bite your lip and let your eyes roam his toned chest, taking in his chiselled, god-like figure, without any shame at all. he raises an eyebrow at you, his lips curved into a slight smirk. god, he looked so good right now, you thought.

overwhelmed from the simple pleasure of seeing him so… bare, you grab his shoulder and pull him into a heated, sloppy kiss. he groans and you can’t but smile into the kiss, with him copying the action. you both fall back onto the sheets and become even more entangled with each other. you hear the sound of a belt being unbuckled, and you kiss him even harder, more passionately. 

nanami breaks from the kiss and opens his eyes, his lips hovering over yours. he makes eye contact with you, asking for permission in a silent manner; and in reply, you wrap your legs around his waist and pull him closer to you.

suddenly, he envelopes you into a feverish kiss – simultaneously rubbing the tip of his cock against your glistening folds, which excites a soft whimper out of you. he thrusts into you, and you can’t help but let out a gasp. 

your eyes start to water as he thrusts in and out of you, the pleasure igniting your body and making your moans become louder. 

“nnghhh, ahh, k-kento… you feel so good..” you praise, and he groans into your neck. “h-harder!” 

he bites your neck, trying to compose himself as you clench out of sheer pleasure. “d-don’t do that princess…i won't be able to last if you keep on doing that.” he stutters and slightly laughs into you, the intimacy evoking warm feelings within him. he shifts his hips, thrusting into your cervix at a new angle, hitting each thrust much harder as per your plea. 

“c-can’t help it ken, jus’ feels so damn good!”

your moans become higher and your mouth hangs open, freeing the noises entrapped deep within you. 

“‘m so close, baby.” you say, and he notices how relaxed your words have become, finding it sort of endearing. his hands grope your sensitive tits and he hears you whine. his thrusts become more sloppy, yet still powerful.

“i’m close too, dear” he takes your hands off of his shoulders, and takes them in each of his hands, holding you against the mattress. you both look at each other, gazes full of love and trust. 

each nearing your climaxes, you let out multiple moans and whimpers and his groans become louder. “where do you want it?” you hear him whisper

“haah… i-inside, baby.” 

you moan loudly as you orgasm, your back arching and your toes curling, the pleasure reaching up to your spine. nanami reaches his climax as he buries himself even deeper inside of you, spurting ropes of cum deep into your cervix; letting out a moan and a sudden whisper of “i love you”. 

he looks shocked, and begins, before getting cut off, “i love you too, kento.” your eyes softening, giving him a gentle kiss and resting your forehead against his.

he returns your soft gaze and whispers even quieter, “you’re my dream girl. i love you so much.” 

satoru loves when you yell at him. he sits on the couch with his legs spread, arms across his chest while you rant to him. you tell him how he’s so irritating. that he’s unbearable and you can’t stand him. and meanwhile he sits there adjusting his hard on hoping you notice

You often prided yourself on knowing you best friends better than anyone. But seeing them both naked in front of you was something completely different.

They both have touched you before. Grabbing at your boobs or even a slap to the ass. As far as the other one knows.

You didn’t dare tell Suguru how Satoru had his tongue down your throat and proceeded to give you hickies in places that only he can see. You didn’t dare tell Suguru how Satoru fingered you when he begged for that to be his birthday present.

You didn’t dare tell Satoru how Suguru likes to dry hump you on the road trips you all take. You didn’t dare tell Satoru how Suguru dropped to his knees and ate you out like his life depended on it.

You just didn’t dare to speak these things aloud. Even though they did things to you, they often went unspoken about after it happened. You never saw them naked even though they just about saw all of you.

So to see them both in your hotel room, naked. You didn’t know what to think. You didn’t think that they had this all planned. You didn’t think they were this sneaky.

i need more cowboi reiner tryna knock u up pls 🥺 👉 👈

— ( STUFFED! )

༉‧₊˚. — pairing: cowboy!reiner x fem!reader

༉‧₊˚. — synopsis: reiner just can’t control how hungry he is for you. what better way to make you his than by stuffing you full of his seed?

༉‧₊˚. — contains: ( 2.5k+ words of . . . ) nsfw/smut, modern au, countryside setting, cowboy!reiner, fem!reader (black coded), established relationship, reiner has a (big fat) breeding kink, sex flashbacks, doggie style, standing sex, creampie, use of pet names (ex. mama, sugar, honey), reader calls reiner ‘papa’, mentions of pregnancy, lowercase intended, all characters are adults, explicit language, minors shoo!

༉‧₊˚. — moni’s note: it’s undeniable that cowboy reiner’s got a raging breeding kink. thanks so much for sending in your thoughts, my love! now here’s rei-rei bein’ a shameless feen for his pretty girl! 🎀

reiner’s terribly distracted.

the last thing he wants to do is lay blame, but in a way, you’re the reason why. the mere thought of you is enough to make this cowboy go buckwild. rei-rei swears he usually has more self control, it’s just that you strip him of all common sense.

you, pretty little you, make him all scatterbrained. his head’s been filled with nothing but romantics and vulgarities ever since he took you on a date seven months ago. you’ve turned him into some fool in love, for goodness’ sake.

memories of last night’s escapades come to mind. his mouth practically waters when remembering your plush ass; how you tossed it back onto his pelvis with an arching back and swaying tits, peering back at him with the sultriest smile, not to mention those glimmering bedroom eyes of yours. he recalls having to hold you still, so you wouldn’t be able to squirm away if his pounding were to become too much. you were soft, he remembers, so soft. the flesh of your hips would squish beneath the imposing pressure of his callous fingers, digging tighter into your sides whenever you’d flutter around the girth of him. he remembers the way he came inside with a rumbly moan, leaving your pussy full and the sheets wet . . . he wants to do it all over again.

with all that’s going on in that perverse little mind of his, he can hardly bring himself to focus on feeding the cattle. the only thing that can solve his problem is its source; you. and just like that, reiner’s dropping whatever he’d been doing before. his chores can surely wait, but this surge of desire can’t be overlooked. not a thing matters as much as finding you, fucking you, filling you.

he rounds the barn, passes by the apple trees and the horse stables in search of you. his cock pulses with every step, prodding stubbornly against the soft cotton of his boxers, now smeared with sticky precum. reiner brings a hand down to provide himself some relief, palming his boner with a low grunt. he’s so fucking hard that it almost hurts. that’s what he gets for fantasizing about you for the past thirty minutes and doing nothing about it until now.

with heavy steps, reiner makes his entrance into the farmhouse and is met by the sight of you lounging in the living room. you’re seated on the floral-print recliner with your pedicured toes propped up, all nice and comfortable. you’re wearing the dainty string of pearls he bought you for your birthday earlier in the year. pride flushes throughout his chest when seeing how prettily it rests on your collarbone.

you greet your man with a glossy smile, one that makes his dick throb beneath his hay-specked coveralls. reiner wonders if you’ve taken note of just how red he looks, rosy heat scattered across his face, from the highs of his cheekbones to the tips of his ears. he can feel his skin blazing with complete and total need.

reiner elicits a weak mumble of ‘hey, sugar. . .’, a stark contrast to your tone being all light and cheery as you ramble on about the cute little mini-skirt you’re crocheting for yourself. ‘since the weather’s getting warmer,’ you chime.

reiner loves you. he really, truly does, but he simply isn’t in the headspace to pay mind to the mundane task you’re occupied with at the moment— not when he’s this close to tearing off your summer dress, bending you over, peeling himself out of his spurred boots and pumping you full of every drop of cum he has to offer. fuck, he’s breathing harder now. gradually, he feels his resolve slip.

“you alright, honey?” you set down your crocheting hook, staring up at him with big, curious eyes. your voice, soft and consoling, grounds him just a little. reiner pulls off his signature cowboy hat, sets it on the nearby coffee table, and ruffles his hair so it falls into place. “yeah, i’m just—“ a pause amidst his sigh. truthfully, he’s here because he wants to fuck you pregnant. “i wanted t’see you, is all.” he settles on saying that instead. it’s much sweeter, all the more more romantic. less fetish-y. you probably would’ve looked at him funny if he admitted to crossing the entire farm by foot just so he could fill you up.

“aw, rei! you were missin’ me?” you laugh out of flattery. oh, your reiner. he’s so sweet in his own right. your boyfriend wants to ‘see you’, as he claims, like he hadn’t woken you up with nibbles to your neck, taken a (somewhat long, fairly busy) shower with you this morning, ate breakfast alongside you before heading off to tend to the farm. you assume he can’t help but cling to you and want more.

it’s sudden, but welcomed, how reiner closes in on you. he draws near like a magnet, until the space between you no longer exists. he’s crouching down to the level of the chair, hovering over you to press a kiss on your lips. “mhm. missed you so bad, mama,” he mumbles against your mouth. in reply, you whisper onto his lips, something about how he’s always ‘so eager.’ he leans into you, desperate for more, and the chair creaks underneath the addition of his weight. he’s a large man, anyone can tell. his brawny build and imposing height never fail to make you feel safe underneath him. 

reiner dips his head low and plants one, two, three sloppy kisses along your warm neck, and it gets you hotter than the southern heat. he leaves saliva in his wake, trailed by the lightest of bruises from his suctioning lips. he tries to undo your clothes and his, but the small space that this decade-old chair provides won’t allow for it. besides, it wouldn’t be wise of him to make you squirt on a family heirloom. “this won’t do,” he clicks his teeth, decidingly picking you up. your legs wrap around his torso like second nature, arms circled around the back of his muscular neck.

“reiii, baby wait!” you draw out the call of his name, but all it does is coax him further. can’t you tell that your voice is only making him harder? that your whines urge him to fuck you silly? 

“wait?” he reiterates, grinding up into your clothed core. you shudder upon contact. “what for?” from beneath the denim he wears, you can feel his stiffness poke against your flimsy panties. “don’t you wanna head to bed first, honey? hm?” you whine into his neck. it takes a good eight seconds for him to respond.

“uh-uh,” reiner gives you a half-hearted grunt, with his gaze fixed on your cleavage that the low neckline of your dress presents to him. obviously, he’s interested in other things. “here’s just fine, sugar.” he’s strong enough to fuck you standing up with nothing else supporting him, and you know that. he doesn’t need a goddamn mattress.

reiner’s large hands grab at your underside, using your ass as the perfect leverage to press you close to him. this is your third time fucking the week, and it’s only tuesday. you’d mention it, but he’s too busy kissing down the valley of your breasts. impatience seeps through his every movement, from how he grasps at your thighs to keep you upright, to eagerly feeling along your lower half like it’s his first time touching your body.

“slow down, rei.” begrudgingly, reiner removes his lips from your chest. he finally calms for just a moment, so that he can meet your beautiful eyes. your face has been overtaken by a subtle pout. “m’sorry, honey,” he murmurs between a deep kiss, all wet and tongue-filled. you assume that’s supposed to be his form of an apology. his toned arm re-fastens itself around your body, holding you tight, while the other bunches up your dress and pushes down his bottoms, “but i need you. so fuckin’ bad.” you could never deny him and that sweet southern drawl. he knows that his smooth mouth works magic on you— he always gets what he wants from his pretty girl. 

now freed of any confines, reiner lowers his hand to stroke at the base of his dick, tugging himself with a low hiss. involuntarily, his hips buck. “you can finish up that skirt later, hm?” he releases himself and appoints his attention to you, the pads of his fingers circling your clit in just the way you like. your head falls forward onto his broad shoulder. “hell, i’ll even buy you some o’those frilly ones at that fancy mall you like goin’ to . . .” he utters partially to you and a little to himself, still occupied with keeping pressure on your bud. by now, with your head thrown back, you’ve already forgotten what you were working on in the first place.

having done this countless times before, reiner’s quickly able to find your dripping entrance. the drag of his tip through your puffy folds causes a ‘shlck’ sound to elicit. reiner smiles to himself; you’re embarrassingly wet. your hips begin to swivel and writhe, that’s how he knows you’re getting as needy as he. choosing not to waste any more time, he pushes himself inside with one swift motion. you cry out from the stretch, already fluttering around the first few inches he gives you. so far, it's just the tip and some, but he's so wide.

“goddamnit, baby . . . i fuckin’ love this pussy,” reiner grunts through clenched teeth. he’d usually start off with a shallow thrust and ease you into it, but he isn’t feeling as patient. every thrust is fast-paced, almost rushed. the impact has you bouncing in his arms, all as he continues his unrelenting efforts.

“s’good, rei— so good,” wavering moans spill past your lips. he hisses when your manicured nails dig into the hot flesh of his firm, round biceps. you squeeze around him until his eyes go rolling back. “i know, mama. i know,” reiner whines and groans, because it’s all he can manage to do. if he was air-headed about you earlier, surely he’s braindead now. he pumps into you rapidly, restlessly, but he still finds a way to make it feel so thorough. that’s probably because he’s fucking huge; incredibly endowed, like every other big and buff part of him. with a cock this thick, how could he not strike every nerve and hit every spot? 

he rolls his hips up into you with breathtaking fervor, fucks into you until he’s balls deep within your pulsating cunt. sweat dripping down his furrowed brow, he rasps out, “can’t wait to fill you up,” sloppy kisses follow, and his tongue slides across yours as he mumbles on about cumming inside, stuffing you full, making you his. you finally know what he’s doing, you should’ve known all along— he’s going to pump his cum into you as deep as he can get it to go. thrust his seed into your pliant womb until he’s fucked a baby into you. 

the mere thought of makin’ you a mama has his head spinning. reiner’s breath catches in his throat, and your sounds heighten in pitch— the pair of you can tell that you’re bound to reach ecstasy. he squats a bit lower, goes a little faster, attempting to propel you both into your orgasms. it’s coming on like an impending wave; your belly tightens, toes curling from where your heels dig into reiner’s strong back.

he knows you’ve come undone once your smooth, ridge-like walls begin to spasm around him, to the point where he can hardly pull back or push in further. he likes to think that it’s your pretty pussy’s way of begging for his cum. still, he doesn’t let up, not until you’re thoroughly impregnated. “jus’ a lil more. hold on ‘fa me, honey, m’kay?” he pleads through throaty whimpers. weakly, you nod. the overstim makes you pant and mewl, biting onto the damp skin of his exposed jugular to try and quiet yourself.

reiner slams you down onto him, the veins in his forearms bulging as he desperately grasps onto the globes of your ass. the resounding slap of skin rings around his tingling ears, lewd sounds floating throughout the otherwise quiet farmhouse.

“g’na let papa fill you up? yeah?” you cry out a weak ‘mhm!’ along with other pleas of how much you want it; want him. his balls twitch and his abdomen goes tense. “m'close,” he gruffly whispers. you decide to spur him on: “g-gimme your babies, papa, i need it!” that’s all he needs to topple over the edge. “oh fuck, mama— m’gonnacum,” reiner’s words jumble together when he comes, coating your insides with warm globs of white. though his thighs never cease their trembling, he still maintains a steady hold on you, keeping your limp frame upright. 

reiner stays inside as a means of keeping all his seed plugged into you, just for good measure. he doubts that he’s got enough energy remaining to round up the cattle after this. his chest heaves slowly, and his hair’s a mess from all that pulling you were doing, but he’s more than satisfied. he's even got this dumb, blissed-out smile on his face to show his content. you're sure he's knocked you up thoroughly by now.

he’ll make sure to buy you a pregnancy test by next morning. 

aot sleeping head cannons just because.

lowercase, includes: eren, connie, jean, levi, and armin, (this is actually kind of long)

eren

he sleeps heavy asf, like heavy heavy 💀 there could be a shootout and he dgaf what’s going on like he literally doesn’t wake up at all even if you yell his name he’ll be dead asleep and you’re just like “what if i was getting killed or kidnapped, dude?”

doesn’t sleep with a fan on. you don’t know what the problem is, he don’t know what the problem is, but he cannot sleep with a fan on. he claims it makes too much noise and somehow sleeps perfectly fine, but you’re the one sweating bricks and stones, + he’s all up on you and he’ll be a perfect temperature, but you’ll feel like you out on a hot summer day.

hates shirts. this man despises shirts. like he’ll full on throw a fit if there’s another girl or something staying at y’all house so he tells his self he has to put a shirt on (even when the girl has a boyfriend) and you don’t even tell him to. he complains like sleeping with a shirt or even a tank top is too much work so you can always feel his bear chest on your face or your stomach when you sleep in a crop top or something.

let’s be completely honest, he def twitches hard asf in his sleep 😭. like you’ll be watching a movie that he fell asleep watching with you, and you’ll be on his chest, boom. he jumps hard af for no reason.

falls asleep everywhere, every time. he promises to stay up with you when you’re with him and then next thing yk, his eyes glued closed.

connie

alwaysss sleeps in sweat pants. you don’t know why, but the sweat pants + no shirt combo is his favorite. he sleeps under the sheets in sweat pants and it makes you so uncomfortable when y’all cuddle 💀

you have to go to sleep with him at all times. at random times he’s just like “bae, let’s go to sleep.” even when you’re not sleepy. “i don’t care man, come on.” like it’s literally a priority because if you’re not with him when he’s planning to go to sleep, then he’s gonna have a hard time falling asleep

he’s a slobber frfr. like you’ll wake up at random times and honestly be disgusted because his slob will be on your arm or back or something and he honestly laughs it off like doesn’t even apologize he’s just like “oh shit i drooled on you.” and laugh 😭.

sleeps with one of his legs propped up. like when he’s laying down on his phone or something, both of his legs are rested up and he’s man spreading or something, but when he’s sleeping on his back, one of them are def up and you like it because for some reason it’s more comfortable.

this boy hates when people wake him up out of his sleep. he’ll give you a mean ass mean mug and stare at you before getting up (not you because he’d be dead if he did ts) but if anybody wakes him up, even if he asks, he’ll be pissed off. like when his alarm goes off, “‘the fuck up.” and grip his phone tight asf to turn it off. 😭😭

levi

surprisingly a light sleeper, he gets woken up by the smallest noises and randomly pops his head up if he hears your footsteps to the bathroom or something. he’ll be like “what’re you doing?” in the most non-sleepy voice and you’ll like be like “i have to pee.” and he’ll say okay and lay back down 💀

jumps up from his sleep. like sometimes he could be having the most peaceful dream and if you even tap him, his eyes will literally shoot open and he’d look at you like you just called him something he never heard of.

he def likes it cold asf in his room when he’s sleeping. he cannot sleep in a hot room at all. he needs the air, ceiling fan, and fan on. he hates sweating and/or feeling sticky when he’s asleep. literally gets disgusted at the thought or feeling of it.

he honestly doesn’t even think about cuddling with you unless you suggest it or you want it, or if you’re feeling sad. but if every things fine, he’ll go to sleep unbothered if he doesn’t feel you on him. but if he doesn’t feel your leg touching his or if he doesn’t hear you breathing or feel your presence, that’s when he gets confused like “where did she just go?” sometimes he’ll purposely move him leg over just to make sure you’re still beside him.

now if y’all are cuddling, just know, some part of his body will randomly be over another part of yours. like if y’all are spooning, you’ll wake up and feel his arm over your head and be like wth? 😭 and his leg over yours sometimes, but the thing is, he doesn’t even mean to do it. it just happens.

jean

he bear cuddles you 💀. like he will wrap his arms around your waist so tight but be dead asleep, and he doesn’t even try to sometimes, but he literally forgets his own strength and it just happens.

he only wakes up to someone calling his name, never to being shook. like you will shake the hell out of this man and he won’t move, but the minute you say his name, “huh?” he’ll look at you. like one time you accidentally tripped over something while walking to you guys’ bed in the dark, and fell on his legs. he did not budge.

ties his hair up in a tiny ponytail in the front so that when he lays on you, he won’t get sweat on your body. 🙏🏾 and he always makes sure his earrings aren’t in when he’s sleeping so that they won’t poke your arm or chest when he’s laying on top of you.

he hates sleeping in silence. he has to have the TV on or hear something because if he doesn’t he’s gonna get uncomfortable. like he’ll ask you, “baby, can you snore real quick?” when you’re asleep and you’ll just be like man what?

this mf is like a couch dad 💀 everytime he falls asleep when he’s not supposed to and you call him out on it he’ll try his best to defend his self claiming he wasn’t asleep when he was literally just dead and it doesn’t make sense to you.

armin

when he’s sleepy, he’s gonna go to sleep, no doubt about it. he doesn’t care where he’s at, if he’s at church, his mom def used to pinch him by the ear when he fell asleep💀. this boy used to fall asleep at the dinner table after school, he seriously does not care at all.

he snores soft asf like you’ll hear him snore and it’ll never stop but it never bothers you somehow. like sometimes when he tries to fake sleep and prank you, you’ll be like wtf are you doing because he’s not snoring.

he hates when you go to sleep before him. like he won’t bother to wake you up because you’ll give him a mean ass look but he’s gonna be like “did she really just fall asleep on me?” especially when you don’t tell him goodnight and give him his nightly kiss, he’ll stare at you for a minute and shake his head (but of course he still loves you!)

he sweats cold sweat. 😭. don’t even ask how or why i would assume (or know) this but you cannot tell me he doesn’t sweat cold sweat. like sometimes he’s not even hot and he’ll think you poured water on his forehead or something and you’ll just be like “baby, you sweat in your sleep.” but he literally forgets and you have to tell him over and over again.

he wakes up so calmlyyyy like you’ll wake him up from having a good ass dream or a deep ass sleep and he’ll just be like “hm?” kind of like levi but more sleepy. like he’ll open his eyes fully, forgetting that it’s gonna burn after a few seconds. he literally doesn’t care about being woken up, honestly.

this

We spend so much time arguing about corsets when we could be spreading the gospel of "women's clothes DID used to have pockets and they were F*CKING HUGE and we should bring them back"

i love this wtf?

My Warrior

pairing(s): eren jaeger x black-coded! fem! reader

w/c: around 2k

warnings: NSFW, breeding kink, mentions of pregnancy, squirting, oral sex (f receiving), p-in-v, soft sex, eren loves you a lot, baby talk, eren wants a daughter first

written with inspiration from all the avatar fics floating around, comments and reblogs r loved dearly

LOOK at you. Standing all too pretty for his liking.

The coast is known for its beautiful waters, but today it seems as if the water sparkles even brighter behind you. You don’t even know how much attention you attract just by standing there. Those long, thick curls of yours are braided, falling down your back and curling again towards the ends. Your chest is covered by beads and shells, decorated and woven together by yourself to end just beneath your breasts. Similar to the long skirt extending down to your bare feet.

And his favorite, a braided anklet with a pretty green gemstone—gifted to you by himself. There’s a smile on your lips as you intently listen to the young girl in front of you—very likely ranting to you about boy troubles, he guesses. His eyes drift to the babbling baby on your hip who occasionally interrupts your conversation, your nephew. You have to tug his hand away from your hair a few times, his tiny fingers exploring the beads within his reach.

You holding a baby is a picture he can get used to…

Lately, the topic of having children has been brought up more than usual. Both of his parents haven’t been pushy per say…but last night's dinner made him consider the thought a little more. His mother mentioned something about how she wouldn’t mind having a little grandbaby to coddle since she can’t coddle him anymore. He's been thinking about what your child would look like, a little too often if you ask him. You’ve always been good with children, even when they were teenagers. But back then, he was concerned with other things. It’s different now, he can provide for you and protect you.

Would they have your nose? Your hair? Your pretty smile?

“How did you know Eren was the one?” Lyra asks, and you can’t help but furrow your eyebrows, adjusting the baby on your hip. It wasn’t a difficult question, just one you never thought about before. You kind of just...knew?

“Hmm, I’ll tell you a little secret.” Her eyes grow wide, excited to hear something no one else about the clan's strongest warrior.

“I fell in love with a loud troublemaker who would do anything for his people. He wasn’t always the big silent warrior everyone thinks he is.” Lyra was a bit too young to remember this hotheaded phase of his. Your gaze shifts to the group of men a couple feet away from you, meeting Eren’s own eyes. You lift your free hand, waving with a soft grin across your lips.

He stands to his full height, walking towards the two of you. You can tell he’s just come back from a hunt, his bun a little messier than usual. Hunting knife strapped to his thigh. There is something about the way he looks after a hunt that makes your tummy stir. The deep brown loincloth sits low on his hips, showing off his carved v-line molded by years of training. His toned chest is bare as of right now, save for the scars scattered across. Each one with its own unique story.

“Hi.” You lean up on the tips of your toes, pressing a sweet, but short kiss in greeting. To which he happily reciprocates, his hand finding its place around your hip. Lyra gushes over the interaction before her. He greets your nephew with a gentle squeeze to his chubby cheek with one hand. He’s gifted with a gummy smile, save for the two baby teeth in front.

“You talking about me?” The giggle that slips from your lips makes him all the more curious.

“Good things, I promise.” Lyra nods, giving him a thumbs up, but Eren is not very convinced.

“Yeah? Must’ve been pretty funny.”

“A little,” Eren almost catches himself rolling his eyes at your little joke. “Let me take him home before he gets fussy.” He nods, watching you bid your goodbyes to Lyra. He waves to Lyra as well before following after you to your sister’s home.

VISITING your sister is always a trip, because if there is anyone who is always on his case about making her an aunt, it is her. You apologize to him about her on the way back home, but Eren doesn’t seem to mind this time. All he wants to do is go home, having finished everything he needed to do early. A rare occurrence.

Never did he imagine himself sitting in a shared home with you, carving a little bear with a knife and some wood while you chop up some extra medicinal herbs in front of him for tomorrow. You’re humming an old lullaby that’s been passed through the clan for decades.

“Come here for sec.” You turn around to see his open arms for you. Eyebrows raised, you walk in between his legs. Eren’s arms wrap around your thighs, soft flesh caged in by muscle. His cheek resting on your tummy, brown locks tickling your belly ever so slightly. You smile at his little moments of clinginess like this. “Do you think about what ours would look like?”

“Hm?” Your fingers gently run through his hair, waiting for him to continue his thoughts. Even though you know exactly what he’s talking about. The thought of a baby doesn’t sound bad at all, and the two of you have been together long enough for you to say you’re ready.

“Just…thinking.”

“Hmm, I think they’ll have your eyes…maybe your stubbornness,” You hear him scoff below you, eliciting a short giggle from yourself in return. “but I hope they’ll have your strength, because you are stronger than anyone I have ever met.” He hums, rubbing your thighs up and down.

“Something you wanna ask me, Eren?” He stands up slowly, hands now resting on your hips.

“There is no one else who I want to call the mother of my children. No one else but you.” The eye contact he maintains is soft, with underlying layers of lust to be uncovered. Your eyes search his face as he does your own before he cups your cheek, connecting his lips to your own. Kisses with Eren still feel like you are a teenager with a little crush on the chief’s son. Eren’s kiss is careful. He wants to take his time with you, slowly exploring your mouth. His hands fall to your waist, gently pressing you into him until he’s sitting back down with you straddling his thighs. His hands drop to your ass, rolling the pliable flesh into soft circles. Your arms wrap around his neck, fingers tangling in his hair. Your skirt is bunched up around your hips now, nothing but the damp, thin cloth of your panties keep you from the thick bulge beneath you.

You can still taste the sweet berries you fed him earlier.

Before the two of you can go any further, he moves his hands to the back of your thighs to wrap them around his waist. You giggle, breaking away from the kiss as he carries you to the thick mat you two share. He lays you down gently, sitting on his heels in between your legs. His fingers hook onto the waistband of your skirt and panties, slipping them off together. He lifts one of your legs by the ankle, resting it on his shoulder. Pressing slow, sweet kisses all the way from your ankle to your inner thighs. The intensity of his half lidded eyes almost make you embarrassed to keep eye contact with. You want to know what he’s thinking about.

He presses his hands against the back of your knees, leaving you bare to his eyes. Oh how he loves to see the fat lips of your cunt soaked in your slick. Your pretty little pink pearl is peeking out from between. His eyes explore your body before his mouth does, dipping his tongue into that sweet pool of honeyed essence dripping from you. Your legs almost close around his head when his tongue brushes against your clit, but Eren is much quicker. Those big, veiny hands of his keep your legs open for him to feast on your sweet pussy like a starved man. You don’t know what it is about Eren for him to so easily reduce you to a mush of babbling thoughts.

Is it the way he sucks on your clit? Or is it the way his fingers make you tremble?

The whines and the choked up moans are a sweet melody that he will never get tired of.

“Eren…” You mewl. He can feel you getting close with the way your tummy contracts underneath the palm of his hand. He sits up, wiping his mouth with back his hand all the while looking down at you. Your chest piece has risen up your breasts, exposing the dark hardened nipples to his eyes. He leans down until his forehead brushes against yours. Lips brushing against your own before he actually closes the distance between you two. Loose pieces of his chestnut locks brushing against your cheek. His hands hike your legs around your waist, loincloth long gone. Three, sweet little taps to your hole before he slides in carefully. Your fingers curl against his back as he lets out an airy groan into your ear. He lets you get adjusted, waiting for that gentle squeeze before he can sit back. He brings your legs up until they’re straight, pretty feet hanging over his shoulders.

“You’re so fucking pretty, you know that right?” You don’t have to answer because he knows you know. He leans forward until your anklet is at his ear. His bun is long gone, casting a short curtain around the two of you. All you can focus on is how deep he is inside of you as he quickens his pace. Tears beading at the corners of your eyes, taking every single thrust he gives you. A whiney moan escapes your lips at a particularly deep thrust, it feels like his stupid fat cock is bullying your poor pussy.

“A daughter, a little princess…how does that sound?” He whispers, thumb rubbing at the tear running down your cheek. You’re barely coherent as he murmurs such sweet words to you. He slows down, fucking into you ever so slowly, dragging his thick cock against your walls until he’s to the hilt every time. And with every thrust it draws out sounds you didn’t even know you could make. Until you feel that familiar warmth coil at the pit of your belly before it bursts. Warm walls spasming all around his dick, your legs tremble around his head.

“You with me?” He stops, looking you into your teary eyes, lips all glossy from your messy kisses. You nod, cupping his cheek. He kisses you softly, releasing his hold from your legs and wrapping them back around his waist.

“I’ll give you as many as you want.” You murmur against his lips. It almost feels like he gets thicker inside you at your words.

“Yeah?” He’s answered with a moan because his hips moved faster than your mouth could. Reduced to nothing but whines once more. You’re much more sensitive now, but Eren’s hips slam into your own with no intentions of slowing down. You can feel him getting close, harder and quicker thrusts determined to get you pregnant. Your nails dig into his back, hugging him to you. That warm feeling is coming back to your tummy, but perhaps it is Eren’s drive today that makes your next orgasm so much…wetter. Your release soaks his dick, Eren following in suit, spilling his load as deep as possible. He stays inside you for a moment, resting his head onto your chest. Eyes closed, listening to your heartbeat. The flames from the lamps illuminate you two, reflecting off the thin sheen of sweat covering both of your bodies.

You brush his hair away from his face, fingertips brushing against his cheek.

“A sweet, little girl…”

No one is really surprised to see the glow you carry within the upcoming months, your sister's suspicions are confirmed when the bump begins to take shape. An heir at last?

satosugu who are just beyond obsessed with reader. but they’re so so mean about it.

it would start with gojo, talking about you all the time. laughing at you. calling you a nuisance. bulling you. riling you up. trying to make you upset. satoru gojo is mean, and he wants to see you cry. and when he succeeds, he laughs and coos at you. “you cryin?what happened you telling me to fuck off? not so tough now, hm?” he grabs at your face, poorly wiping at your tears just to spread them around your face.

at first, geto wouldn’t understand it. don’t get him wrong, you’re not hard to look at in any sense, but he doesn’t see exactly what his best friend sees beyond a pretty face to torment. it’s not until you come to him after a particularly mean comment from gojo, in tears, asking him to please get his best friend to stop. that’s when he gets it. “i’m so sorry, sweetheart. he can be awfully mean, can’t he?” he wraps his arms around your torso and lets you bury your face into his shoulder. he chuckles to himself as he gently rubs your back. how stupid can you be?

you just have no idea what kind of game you’re playing. because geto is a hundred times worse than gojo.

𝐇𝐎𝐖 𝐓𝐇𝐄𝐘 𝐑𝐄𝐀𝐂𝐓 𝐓𝐎 𝐘𝐎𝐔 𝐂𝐀𝐋𝐋𝐈𝐍𝐆 𝐓𝐇𝐄𝐌 _____

+ assorted characters

ARMIN ARLERT, EREN YEAGER, JEAN KIRSCHTEIN, LEVI ACKERMAN, SATORU GOJO, YUJI ITADORI

— cw; pet names, use of ‘daddy’, some kisses, mentions of smut. more fluff than anything, just brief mentions of it ^

kinda turned into ‘what they like to be called/how they react’

minors do not interact

𝐀𝐑𝐌𝐈𝐍 𝐀𝐑𝐋𝐄𝐑𝐓

— call him ‘pretty boy’ once and he will ascend. absolutely loves when you’re cuddling and you are running your fingers through his hair, muttering things to him. maybe about how your day went and what you did today, then mumbling, ‘how was my pretty boys day?’ absolutely will get all smiley and nervous. he gets butterflies at this one in specific. calling him pretty boy will sometimes have him feeling very special, very good about himself. absolutely gets all blushy if you scattered kisses all over his face and complimenting him like that.

pretty boy, handsome, babe,

𝐄𝐑𝐄𝐍 𝐘𝐄𝐀𝐆𝐄𝐑

— 10/10 will get very cocky and it will stroke his ego so hard if you called him ‘my prince’. fucking loves it, it makes him feel like you’re his princess, NO his queen and he needs to give you the world. no but really, he loves being called this. that or that one time you approached him in the kitchen and said, ‘hey casanova!’ he thought it was so random but so cute because he really is your full-time lover. his eyes would grow dark with lust with some of the things you’d call him, like jokingly calling him daddy but he actually gets into it and actually wants to do something about it. he would wanna act up if you were laying back on the couch while you had friends over and you straight up went, ‘hey daddy can you go get me some water?’ HE WOULD LOSE IT, ya know, dragging you off to your room where he had a clamped over your mouth while he finger fucked the life outta you.

my prince, casanova, handsome, good lookin’

𝐉𝐄𝐀𝐍 𝐊𝐈𝐑𝐒𝐂𝐇𝐓𝐄𝐈𝐍

— omg it happens when you’re sitting on the couch together and cuddled up under a blanket. he’s paying attention to the movie but you’re focused on him, brushing your hand on the side of his face, feeling his soft facial hair. he didn’t even realize right when you said it but when you whispered, ‘you’re so perfect’ it made his heart flutter. he kinda does a double take, looking at you, then back at the tv.. then back to you with wide eyes. ‘what did you just say?’ he says in a hushed voice. ‘i said you’re so perfect jean.’ like aaaa he really is and the way he would shower you with little kisses after that ugh he’s so sweet

handsome, perfect, sweetheart, baby

𝐋𝐄𝐕𝐈 𝐀𝐂𝐊𝐄𝐑𝐌𝐀𝐍

— DAMN IT CALL THIS MAN POTATO CAKES, i’m joking but it would be funny, he’d definitely look at you like 😐 AND THATS FUNNY TO ME okay no but really, call this man handsome, darling, anything of that nature and it would make him smile. he really isn’t one for crazy nicknames but he does definitely have a soft spot for ‘sweetheart’ and things like it. being called it or calling you that. or calling him daddy just to see his cheeks flush and eyes roll with annoyance but secretly he fucking loved it and wants to have you cryin, repeating that name while you’re bouncing on his cock. :p

sweetheart, darling, handsome, amore

𝐒𝐀𝐓𝐎𝐑𝐔 𝐆𝐎𝐉𝐎

— anything that will make him chuckle/giggle is the way to go. pumpkin loaf, ocean eyes, my little sea star. you can get so weird and creative with the things you call him but it’s really just for the shits n giggles with gojo. you could get really weird and all him something like pooh bear naaaa bc he would think that is so cute and he would hug you so tight 😭 he definitely gets all smiley, and he definitely treasures each name you come up with, absolutely making a little list of them.

anything silly; like the things listed above :’)

𝐘𝐔𝐉𝐈 𝐈𝐓𝐀𝐃𝐎𝐑𝐈

— probably into the basic ‘babe’ and ‘baby’ maybe spice it up and throw a little bit of ‘pumpkin’ in there. now even with the most basic of the basic pet names itadori will still get nervous when he hears you call him ‘babe’ but he loves hearing you say it. maybe when you two are out for a walk he will try to grab your hand but you’d pull it away as a joke so he lets out a long ‘baaabbbbbbeeeeee’ as a response, getting you to grip his hand quicker than ever.

basic things; babe, baby, bebe, pumpkin, sweetheart

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