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keraawrites · 2 months ago

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Every good girl needs a lil thug 𝜗𝜚

Summary: Dealer Eren AU, Eren tells everyone your his woman, even if he never officially asked you and maybe your getting tired of the uncertainty. ۶ৎ Eren x black fem reader ۶ৎ

Context: A little angsty, use of the word nigga, pet names (Daddy, baby, mama, ma etc) drug use, alcohol use, car sex, cowgirl, make up sex, choking,kind of possessive Eren (?)

Word count — 6.4k {I didn't expect it to be this long}

Your nails tapped against the keys of your MacBook, the soft clack filling the quiet of the library. Your black-rimmed glasses sat perched on your nose as you switched between your textbook and the half-written essay on your screen, perfectly focused.

It was a early Friday evening, and most students were already slipping into weekend mode—either scrambling to finish assignments last minute or just skipping the effort altogether. But you were different. You had goals. A full-ride scholarship didn’t keep itself, and you weren’t about to start slipping now.

Everyone on campus knew you were that girl—the straight-A student, always turning in assignments early. The type who had professors wrapped around her finger and a résumé that could humble anyone.

So, naturally, it surprised people when they found out who you spent most of your time with.

Because if you were the campus good girl—the golden standard—then Eren Yeager was the opposite.

He was that guy. The one who had been selling on campus since freshman year, the one who professors side-eyed but never caught, the one who moved through life like it was his for the taking. A bad habit you never could quite shake.

And yet, despite all of that, everyone knew what it was.

You belonged to him. Even if he’d never said it.

The iced pistachio latte sitting next to you had long since watered down, forgotten in favour of deciphering the never-ending debate between nature and nurture. But just as you started getting in the zone, your phone buzzed against the desk.

Then it buzzed again.

And then, the real interruption—your phone started ringing.

You sighed, already knowing who it was before you even looked at the screen. A small, involuntary smile tugged at your lips as you picked up.

"Yes Eren."

“Where you at?” His voice came through the speaker, smooth but with that usual edge of impatience. You could hear the low hum of music in the background.

“The library,” you replied, stretching your arms over your head. “Some of us actually care about midterms, you know.”

Eren chuckled, deep and amused. “Damn, you always tryna make me feel dumb or somethin’?”

You rolled your eyes but couldn’t stop the grin that tugged at your lips. “I’m just saying, you could be studying too instead of—”

“Instead of making money?” he cut in, voice teasing but smug. “C’mon, princess, you know that essay ain’t finna keep you warm tonight.”

You sighed, leaning back in your chair. Eren had this way of slipping into your head, making you forget whatever self-discipline you were trying to cling to. You and Eren had this thing going since Freshman year, you both juniors in college now and even though he wasn’t technically your boyfriend and you weren't technically his girlfriend, he was your man as much as you were his woman.

“I need to finish this paragraph at least,” you muttered, already knowing you’d fold.

Eren hummed like he wasn’t buying it. “Mmm. I'm outside.”

And with that, he hung up. No goodbye, no waiting for you to agree—because he knew you would.

You exhaled sharply, shutting your laptop with a soft thud. Sliding your glasses off and packing up your things, you tossed your cold latte in the trash and slung your coach tote over your shoulder.

When you stepped outside, the fall air was crisp, wrapping around you as your eyes scanned the parking lot. Sure enough, there he was—leaned against his black Charger, a joint tucked behind his ears.

Eren's eyes watched as you walked out of the library, your purple juicy couture tracksuit hugged your curves nicely, the colour blending in perfectly with your mocha skin tone, your bag slung over your shoulder as your hair was pulled into a slick back pony.

Eren loved it when you wore the things he got you, yes you had your own money but that didn't mean he couldn't spoil you every now and again.

"I like spoiling my woman" he always told you and you always hit back with a "Technically not your woman'. He would always kiss his teeth when you told him some shit like that always telling you not to play with him.

Eren smirked down at you, his 6 foot 3 frame towering over you as you tiptoed up to give him a quick kiss on the lips. Sliding into the passenger seat of Eren’s Charger as he opened the door for you, like he always did. You got comfortable as he flicked his lighter, taking a slow drag from his joint before passing it to you. The familiar scent of weed and his cologne filled the car, wrapping around you like a second skin.

His hand sliding up your thigh before shifting gears and pulling off. The drive to your apartment was quiet, save for the low bass of his playlist and the occasional back-and-forth about your classes, which he only half-listened to. He always did that—acted like he didn’t care, but asked just enough questions to let you know he was listening.

Once you stepped inside your apartment, the familiar warmth of your space wrapped around you, the scent of vanilla candles lingering in the air. You tossed your bag onto the couch and flopped down, stretching across the cushions. Eren sat on the floor between your legs, leaning against the couch as he started up his PlayStation.

He always left it there like he owned the place. In a sense, he did; he always gave you money for your bills even when you told him that you could pay your own way, but again, that didn't stop him.

The air around you two was calming, your fingers traced lazy circles against his scalp, your fresh set dragging lightly as he focused on the game. The room was dim, the soft glow of the TV flickering across his sharp features. He was so at ease like he had all the time in the world.

Meanwhile, you could feel everything.

Weed always had you feelin’ soft, needy in a way you couldn’t ignore. It had you noticing the warmth of his skin, the way his hoodie had bunched up just enough to expose his toned stomach, the way he sat between your legs like he belonged there.

Without thinking, you leaned down, pressing your lips against the side of his neck.

Eren’s fingers froze on the controller. "Damn, ma," he muttered, tilting his head slightly to let you in. "Now you wanna act up?"

You hummed against his skin, your lips traveling lower, kissing along his jaw. His breath hitched slightly, but he didn’t stop you. He never did.

His hands slid up your thighs, gripping gently as you moved lower, biting at his pulse point. "You high high, huh?" he teased, voice rougher now.

"Maybe," you admitted, your fingers slipping under the hem of his hoodie, feeling the warmth of his skin.

Eren exhaled slowly, like he was trying to keep his composure. But the way he gripped your legs told you he wasn’t unaffected. "You always do this," he murmured, voice low. "Get a lil' faded, start actin’ like you can’t keep your hands off me."

You smirked, as you continued your work. His groans becoming more vocal as your lips made the way to the sensitive part under his ear. His fingers world against your legs, sliding higher and higher, and just as he turned slightly to pull you fully into his lap— His phone buzzed. Again. And again.

You tried to ignore it, focusing on the warmth of his skin. But his phone continued to go off, kissing his teeth he sat up, sighing through his nose, you already knew what was coming.

You exhaled sharply as he reached for his phone, your fingers slipping from beneath his hoodie.

"Who is it?" you asked, even though you already knew.

“Gotta make a stop,” Eren muttered, rubbing his thumb over his lip as he read his messages. “Some people want a pick-up at that party over on 5th.”

The warmth from moments ago cooled instantly. You leaned back against the couch, arms crossing over your chest as you stared at the tv, screen paused on the game he was playing.

Eren noticed the shift in your mood immediately. "What?"

"Nothing."

"Nah, don’t do that," he muttered, twisting to look at you.

You sighed, picking at your nails. "I just… thought we were gonna chill."

He frowned slightly, like the thought genuinely hadn’t crossed his mind. "I was chillin’—you’re the one who started somethin’." His lips curved slightly. "Not that I’m complainin’."

You shot him a look, unimpressed. It wasn’t even that you were mad, exactly. You knew who he was, what he did, and what came with it. But still, it stung a little that he was so quick to get up and go when you barely had any time together.

Eren sighed, stretching as he stood up. "Look, come with me. Party’s probably lit. You might as well."

You hesitated but ultimately shook your head. "Nah, I’m good."

Eren studied you for a second, he leaned down to give you a quick kiss. Feeling sour, you turned your head but that didn't stop him. Gripping your cheeks tightly, he brought your face close to his.

"Stop with the attitude, I'll be back soon." He kissed you, giving your face another quick squeeze before he was out the door.

You didn’t even realise how much time had passed. The blunt you had smoked, long forgotten as your eyes laid heavy, the soft base of your R&B mix playing in the background.

Before you could get to the point of your high paranoia, the sound of your phone vibrating against the coffee table broke your thoughts.

You grabbed it lazily, assuming it was Eren texting some half-assed “be back soon” message. But instead, the group chat with Mikasa and Sasha lit up your screen.

📲 Mikasa: Heard Eren left your ass again.

📲 Sasha: LMAOOO figures.

📲 You: Can y’all be serious for ONCE.

📲 Mikasa: We are serious. You’re sitting in your apartment pissed off and high while he’s at a party.

📲 Sasha: And you know he’s gonna be getting hit on.

You rolled your eyes, even though you had thought about that part.

📲 You: What do you bitches want?

📲 Mikasa: We’re outside.

📲 Sasha: Open up.

Your eyebrows shot up. You tossed your phone onto the couch and rushed to the door, pulling it open.

Sure enough, Mikasa and Sasha were on your doorstep, looking smug as hell.

"Y’all are insane," you said, stepping back to let them in.

Mikasa barely glanced at you as she walked inside, her tight black leather pants fit her like a glove and she paired it off with a black plunge crop top.

"We’re getting you out of here."

Sasha grinned, already making herself at home on your couch, the doughnut in her hand didn't go unnoticed as you gestured for her to give you a piece.

"You don’t really wanna sit here all night, do you?"

You grumbled as you took another bite from the sweet treat. "I wasn’t gonna—"

"Please." Sasha waved you off. "You were about to scroll TikTok and fall asleep."

Mikasa smirked. "Meanwhile, Eren is at a party, surrounded by girls who don’t care that he’s technically yours."

Your jaw clenched. Technically.

"This is your brother we're talking about." You had met Eren originally through Mikasa; she was your roommate freshman year and introduced Eren to you as her brother. The dark haired girl quickly told you how she was adopted into the family when they were young and has referred to the green-eyed boy as her brother ever since.

"Yes and if my brother doesn't know that when he has a good girl he must keep her then I don't know what our parents taught him."

Sasha clapped her hands. "Soooo, let’s remind him exactly who you are."

You rolled your eyes at the two before heading up to your room, the speakers began blaring with Doechii as the two sorted through your wardrobe.

You perched yourself on the ottoman in front of your vanity, your hair, already straightened from earlier was easy to style. In no time it was in a half-up, half-down pony, the lace of your frontal melting into your skin.

You gathered your makeup, taking your time as you started with your base. The foundation melted into your skin like butter, smooth and effortless, enhancing what was already there.

You quickly finished up, dousing yourself in that vanilla spray that always drove him wild before you turned to your bed, an outfit waiting for you.

Your brows rose as you noticed the dress that lay against your sheets. "He's never seen me in this."

Mikasa scoffed, "Figured, seeing as it's still got the tag on it and how short it is."

You remembered when you bought it; Eren had given you money for your nails and a mini shopping spree a couple weeks ago. The dress was gorgeous and you wanted to surprise him in it but never got the chance.

"So what'd you think?" You bit your lip, trying not to ruin your gloss as your thoughts raced through your head.

"Why the fuck not."

The house was packed.

Music rattled the floors, bass shaking the walls as bodies pressed together in the dim, neon-lit space. The air was thick with weed and cheap booze, the kind of mix that blurred the edges of the night, made everything feel a little slower, a little easier.

Eren leaned back in his chair, one arm draped over the couch, fingers lazily scrolling through his phone. The notifications on his screen were meaningless. Random names, new orders, people trying to talk to him. But not you.

The last time he saw you, you were warm and needy in his lap, nails dragging over his chest, lips soft and sweet against his jaw, begging for his attention.

And he left.

Not because he wanted to.

But because when people hit his line, he handled business. That’s just how it was.

Didn’t mean he wasn’t thinking about you.

Eren barely registered Connie saying something next to him, some joke that made the others laugh. He forced a small smirk, flicking ash from his blunt as he exhaled a slow, heavy cloud of smoke.

But his mind was elsewhere.

"Hey, Eren."

The voice was familiar, laced with an unwelcome sweetness that had him clenching his jaw before he even turned his head.

Historia.

Connie smirked knowingly from beside him, shaking his head like he had front-row seats to the bullshit that was about to unfold.

Eren sucked his teeth, dragging from his blunt before exhaling slow. "Historia."

His eyes barely flickered in her direction, just enough to take in the skimpy outfit—the clear attempt at getting his attention. He was unimpressed.

Didn’t matter how much she tried.

Didn’t matter that they had one night together at some party years ago before he met you.

Historia never really understood that he wasn’t interested. And worse? She refused to take the hint.

She perched herself onto the couch beside him, leaning in a little too close, twirling a strand of blonde hair around her fingers like it was some cute little accident.

"You’ve been busy," she purred. "Haven't seen you in months."

Eren exhaled sharply through his nose, tapping his blunt over the ashtray. "You don’t need to see me."

The blonde giggled, ignoring the obvious dismissal. "Oh, come on. You’re not still mad about all that, are you?"

"Mad?" Eren smirked, finally turning to her. His green eyes were sharp, a dangerous kind of amusement flickering behind them. "I don’t think about you enough to be mad."

Historia’s smile wavered. Just slightly.

Connie stifled a laugh beside him.

Eren barely paid her another glance, before Connie got his attention.

"Oh, you're not gonna like this," Connie muttered, nudging him.

Eren’s brows furrowed. "The fuck you talking about?"

Connie didn’t answer. Just tilted his chin toward the kitchen, toward the center of the attention shift that had swept through the room.

Eren followed his gaze—

And his stomach fucking dropped.

Fuck.

There you were.

Looking so goddamn good it made his jaw tighten, made his grip flex around the blunt between his fingers.

You were perched against the kitchen island, head tilted back, laughing at something Jean was saying—his hand way too damn close to your hip for Eren’s liking.

And the dress—where the fuck did you get that dress?

Fuck, fuck, fuuckkkkk.

It was short. Short enough to make his chest tighten, to make his blood boil. It hugged every inch of your body in a way that had heads turning—too many heads.

Eren bit down on his lower lip, tongue flicking over his teeth as he felt something hot and possessive crawl up his spine.

He could already hear the shit he was about to say to you when he got you alone. Could already feel his hands on your hips, gripping, marking, reminding you exactly who you belonged to.

"You're still dealing with that slut?"

The sound of Historia’s voice snapped his attention back, sharp and sudden.

Eren kissed his teeth, his jaw going tight as he turned toward her, gaze dark.

"Watch your fucking mouth."

Historia shrank back slightly but rolled her eyes, mumbling something under her breath. Eren was already over it.

He pushed himself up from the couch, blunt still balanced between his fingers, but he didn’t head toward you just yet.

Because he was pissed.

But he was also intrigued.

You were playing with him.

That dress. The makeup. That perfume he knew you were wearing—the vanilla one he fucking loved. Here, surrounded by guys who had way too much confidence in his absence.

Your glittery lip gloss caught the low light of the room as you took a slow sip of your drink, lashes fluttering as you side-eyed him through the crowd.

His fingers twitched.

He wanted to let his hands wander, drag up your thighs, lift that stupidly short dress just to prove a point—

Jean leaned in a little closer, saying something low in your ear.

Eren saw the way you smiled, soft and teasing.

And that was it.

The brunette pushed off the wall, exhaling sharply as he made his way toward you.

He barely heard Jean still talking beside you. The other man was laughing, leaning in close, and that—that was already too much.

"Erm, sir, you better behave yourself, or Mikasa will string you up."

You laughed, shaking your head at Jean’s attempt at flirting—his well-practiced, half-serious effort. You knew damn well his heart was set on Mikasa, had been for years, but he just couldn’t bring himself to make a move.

Jean grinned, opening his mouth to reply—

But he never got the chance.

Brushing past him, Eren slammed his shoulder into Jean’s so forcefully it nearly knocked him off balance.

"Hey, man, what the—”

Jean barely got the words out before Eren’s presence swallowed the space between you.

That scent—his scent—hit you before you could even turn your head. The familiar, dangerously intoxicating mix that smelled like home. It was the same scent that lingered on your pillows, in the oversized hoodie he left behind, the one you swore you weren’t attached to—but never gave back.

Your heart stuttered.

Standing in front of you, towering over you, broad shoulders squared, muscles tense beneath his fitted black tee. His jaw was tight, lips pressed together in that signature Eren scowl.

But it was his eyes that got you.

Darkened, sharp, the color of a sea before a storm.

They didn’t just look at you—they devoured you.

You tilted your head slightly, feigning complete oblivion to the tension crackling between you.

Raising a brow, you spoke first. "Hey."

Eren didn’t blink. "What you doing here?"

You tilted your drink to your lips, taking a slow sip, letting the seconds stretch.

Then, with a shrug, "Having a good time, obviously. You were right, party is lit.”

You felt the tick in Eren’s jaw before you saw it. His eyes flickered, dropping down to your thighs.

"Yeah?" His voice was deceptively calm, but the way his fingers flexed at his sides told another story. "With him?"

His chin jerked slightly toward Jean.

Jean, to his credit, held his ground. He didn’t back away, didn’t fold, but you could feel the shift.

You smirked, tilting your head slightly. "You left, didn’t you?"

Eren's eyes narrowed. "You know why I left." Yeah, to sell drugs, which seemed to be more important than you, so you weren't gonna make it easy for him.

"Don't you have some people to sell to?" You didn't give him a chance to reply because you were already off, the announcement of beer pong was made and you dragged Sasha with you.

Eren felt his eyes twitch, his blood boiling as he watched you walk away from him in that damn dress.

You felt your heart beat against your chest, the adrenaline from the blunt you guys had smoked on the way still coursing through your veins.

You had left Eren to stew in his feelings. You knew you would fall into his arms later tonight but not without making your point-- you weren't gonna be just a ‘technically’ anymore, and he better know it.

The laughter left your lips, your high making you feel like you were on top of the world as you and Sasha won the round of beer pong. Your eyes searched the crowd unconsciously for him and it wasn't hard for you to find his piercing green eyes already watching you.

You felt the dip in your stomach, his eyes watching you before he gestured for you to follow him. He got up, brushing past people who tried to get his attention but he was already out the door.

You felt hot, you swallowed softly before downing the tequila shot that Sasha had left for you. You brushed and weaved between drunken bodies, you couldn't subdue the underlying feelings of anxiety that swelled in your chest. You didn't know what to expect, but you knew one thing for certain, you were gonna give Eren a piece of your mind tonight.

You finally made it outside, your eyes landing on Eren who leaned up against his charger. You released a breath you didn't even realise you were holding, shaking yourself of your jittery nerves as you approached him.

Rolling your eyes, you climbed into his Charger, the familiar scent of cologne, weed, and leather swallowing you whole.

The tension inside the car was thick, suffocating.

You weren’t looking at him. Not even a glance. Instead, your fingers tapped aimlessly against your phone screen, scrolling through nothing just to keep yourself busy. Just to keep yourself from breaking first.

You barely heard him kiss his teeth before the phone was snatched from your hands.

“What the fuck is your problem?”

Your head snapped toward him, fire instantly flaring in your chest. “Nah, don’t do that shit. Don’t sit here acting like you got a reason to be mad when—”

He cut you off, voice sharp. “You really gon’ come here, dressed like that, act like you don’t see me, treat me like I’m one of those little boys?”

Your blood boiled. "Eren—"

“Nah, fuck that.” His fingers flexed tighter around your phone like he was this close to throwing it out the damn window. “You know damn well not to play me like that.”

“And you know damn well not to talk to me like that, Eren.” Your voice was low, firm, laced with the anger that had been simmering in your chest all damn night.

His grip on the steering wheel turned his knuckles white as he pulled away from the curb, driving with that reckless kind of speed that mirrored exactly how he was feeling.

But you weren’t scared.

You were tired.

Tired of this damn game.

Tired of the way he made you question everything.

Tired of knowing what this was, feeling what this was, but never hearing it from him.

You stared out the window, arms crossed over your chest, heart pounding. You didn’t even know where the hell he was driving—somewhere dark, somewhere quiet, away from the house party and the bullshit.

Then, he was pulling over. Throwing the car into park, exhaling sharply like he was trying to get himself together but failing miserably.

Silence stretched between you.

“…Mama.”

His voice was different now. Softer.

Your breath hitched.

Your throat tightened.

You sniffed, and that’s when you realised—fuck. You were crying.

You hadn’t even noticed. Hadn’t felt the tears until they were already sliding down your cheeks, hot and angry and full of everything you’d been trying to hold in.

Eren cursed under his breath. “Shit.”

You turned your head, wiping at your face quickly, trying to hide. But Eren wasn’t having it.

He reached over, unbuckling your seatbelt, his touch surprisingly gentle for how frustrated he’d been just moments ago. Then his hands were on your face—thumbs brushing over your cheeks, wiping away the tears like it hurt him to see them.

He hated himself for putting them there.

“Baby,” he murmured, shaking his head. “Talk to me.”

You wanted to.

Wanted to lay it all out, make him feel every ounce of the doubt, the hurt, the longing you felt every time he left you in limbo. Every time he acted like he owned you, but never actually claimed you.

But your voice wouldn’t work.

Wouldn’t come out past the lump in your throat.

Eren’s breath was heavy, his fingers gripping your jaw as his forehead pressed against yours. “I got you, aight? Always.”

And for once, you needed to hear more.

Because that wasn’t enough anymore.

"Didn't think this shit would get to me, Eren, but it is—"

Your voice broke mid-sentence, frustration bubbling over as your hands curled into fists on your lap.

Eren's face was tight, his breath uneven as he leaned in closer, eyes searching yours. “What, baby? Talk to me. What’s going on?”

"Us, Eren!" Your voice cracked. “If you could even call it an ‘us.’”

His brows furrowed, jaw tightening like he already knew where this was going but still wasn’t ready to hear it.

“I haven't looked at another nigga since I met you," you continued, voice shaking. "And I know you don't fuck with these other hoes, but Eren, it hurts."

His chest rose sharply at that.

"It hurts that I'm still questioning if we're solid,” you pressed, voice thick with emotion. “It hurts that I don’t even know where I stand with you. It hurts that you’d rather do drops than spend time with me—”

"That's not true, Y/N—"

"Isn't it?" you snapped, eyes shining as you met his gaze.

Eren fell silent.

You let out a choked laugh, shaking your head as you wiped angrily at your face, black mascara smearing against your fingers. Your lips trembled, the weight of everything crushing down on you all at once.

“I be defending you like a dumbass, making excuses for you,” you sniffed, voice quieter now, “telling myself you’re busy, that you got shit to handle—but you always got time for them fucking drops, don’t you?”

Eren inhaled sharply, fingers curling into his hoodie.

You exhaled shakily, voice barely above a whisper. “I just—I don’t know if you’re ever gonna choose me, Eren. Not just when it’s convenient, not just when you’re in the mood—but really choose me.”

Silence.

Thick. Heavy.

“Fuck.”

Eren’s voice was strained, barely audible. His head dropped for a second, fingers gripping the back of his neck like he was trying to hold himself together.

He turned to you. Hand cupping your cheek, fingers sliding beneath your jaw, forcing you to look at him.

“Nah, baby, don’t say that,” he murmured, voice raw. “You are my choice. You been my choice.”

Your breath hitched.

“I was just too fuckin’ stupid to say it,” he admitted, shaking his head, green eyes dark and serious. “Too fuckin’ comfortable thinking you already knew.”

Your lashes fluttered, heart squeezing as his thumb brushed away the mascara streaks on your cheeks.

“Y/N, you’re my world,” he murmured. “All this shit? This hustle? It don’t mean shit without you. I was out here moving like I had all the time in the world to show you, when really?” His breath came out heavy. “I shoulda been making it clearevery fucking day.”

Your lips parted slightly, but no words came out.

“I shoulda told you from jump,” Eren continued, leaning in until his forehead was nearly against yours, his hand warm against your face. “You are my girl. You been my girl. No more guessing, no more waiting, no more thinking I’ma let you go ‘cause that shit’s never happening.”

Tears welled in your eyes again, but this time, for a different reason.

“Baby,” he breathed, fingers sliding down to your chin. “I got you. I see you. And I love you.”

Your breath caught in your throat.

Eren pulled back just enough to search your face, his own filled with an aching kind of sincerity. “Say something, ma. Please.”

Your lip quivered. "You love me?"

He let out a low chuckle, the sound soft, almost disbelieving. “Yeah, baby. More than you fucking know.”

Your heartbeat pounded in your ears.

And that’s when you lost it.

You didn’t think. Didn’t hesitate. Didn’t let another second pass where you weren’t on him.

You surged forward, crashing your lips against his, hands threading into his soft brown hair, tugging hard.

Eren groaned into your mouth, his hand immediately gripping your waist, his other palm cupping the back of your head as he yanked you even closer.

The kiss was everything.

Soft, but desperate. Sweet, but needy.

His teeth nipped at your bottom lip, making you gasp, and he took the opportunity to slip his tongue past your lips, deepening the kiss as his fingers flexed against your skin.

You shifted, moving up onto your knees in the passenger seat, pressing your body against his, feeling his warmth, his presence everywhere all at once.

Eren groaned, his hands sliding down to your thighs, gripping them tight before slipping beneath your dress, fingers pressing into your soft skin.

You whined against his lips, pressing yourself harder against him, needing more.

“Fuck, baby,” he murmured between kisses, his voice rough, almost strained. “You tryna kill me?”

“Love you too Ren,” you breathed, dragging your lips along his jaw, your kisses turning messy, wet, needy.

Eren’s grip tightened on your thighs, his breath heavy as he let you have your way with him. Let you take what you needed from him.

Because God, he owed you that much.

His tongue parts your lips, exploring the warm cavern of your mouth with a passionate intensity. His hands roam freely over your body now, one tracing delicate patterns on the inside of your thighs.

Every touch is filled with desire and love, Eren had always made you feel special when you guys had sex but this time was different.

“Fuck, baby, wanna do this in your bed—show you how much I love you,” Eren murmurs, his voice low and rough, his lips brushing against your ear.

Your lips trail down his jaw, nipping at the sensitive skin of his throat, leaving faint marks as you shake your head. “Can’t wait, Renny,” you whisper, your voice breathy and filled with need. Your nails scrape against his belt buckle, the sound of metal clinking in the quiet car. “You can show me again later. Need you now. Please, Daddy.”

Eren groans, the sound deep and guttural, vibrating through his chest as his hands move to adjust the seat. With a quick press of the button, the seat reclines, and you giggle softly as he maneuvers you both as you help take off his trousers.

"Anything for you, baby. Take what you need," Eren breathes, his eyes dark with desire as they roam over your form. Your dress rides up your thighs as you roll your hips against him, the deep brown of your skin contrasting beautifully against his pale chest as you bunch up his shirt. Your hands press firmly against his muscles, feeling them flex beneath your touch as you begin to rock against him.

Tiny whimpers left out lips as your clothed clit rocked against him. His hands find the blunt from the cup holder, lighting it up. The smoke curls lazily in the air as he watches you move, mesmerised by the way your body rolls against his, the way your lips part with each breath.

"Fuck, you're perfect," he murmurs, his free hand sliding up your thigh, disappearing beneath the hem of your dress. His fingers find the delicate lace of your thong, pulling it aside as he taps your thigh gently. You lift yourself up, the fabric of your dress bunched up around your waist as you guide yourself down onto him.

A deep moan escapes your lips as you take him in, your walls stretching to accommodate him. His hands grip your hips, steadying you as you adjust to the feeling of fullness.

"That's it, ma," he groans, watching as you begin to move, setting a rhythm that has both of you gasping.

The feeling of your walls clenching around him has Eren shuddering, his head falling back against the seat as he groans deeply. His hands grip your hips tightly, his fingers digging into your soft skin as he tries to steady himself. The sight of you above him—your dress bunched around your waist, your dark skin glowing in the dim light, your lips parted as you adjust to him—has him on the edge already.

You lean forward, your hands pressing against his chest for balance, feeling the rapid thrum of his heartbeat beneath your palms. Slowly, you begin to move, rolling your hips in a deliberate rhythm that has both of you gasping. Eren’s hands slide up your thighs, his touch firm yet reverent, as if he’s trying to memorize every inch of you.

“Fuck, baby,” he rasps, his voice thick with need. “You feel so good.”

You bite your lip, swiveling your hips to take him deeper, the stretch of him making you shiver. His emerald eyes flutter shut for a moment, his jaw clenching as he tries to hold himself back, but the way you move—so confident, so in control—has him unraveling beneath you.

“That’s it,” he groans, his voice low and guttural, as you pick up the pace.

The sound of your bodies moving together fills the car, the leather seat creaking beneath him, the windows fogging even more. His hands slide back to your hips, guiding you as you ride him, his grip firm but not controlling, letting you set the pace.

"So good, fuck," You gasp, each roll of your hips sending sparks of pleasure through your body. Your thighs tremble as you ride him, the sound of your ass slapping against his thighs fills the car along with your moans. Eren's hands grip your waist tighter, guiding your movements as you take him deeper.

"Shit, baby," He groans, his voice rough with need as he watches you move above him. The sight of you—lost in pleasure, taking what you need—has him close to the edge. His thumb finds your clit, circling it with just the right pressure.

"Right there, Renny, please!" Your walls clench around him as the pressure builds, your movements becoming more erratic. He took one more drag of his blunt before his other hand slid up your back, pulling you down to shotgun.

He groans as you take what he gives you, moaning softly as you let out the excess smoke before his hand wraps around your throat, bringing your lips down to his.

You squealed into the kiss as his arm wrapped around your waist, his feet planted firmly as he drove up into you with vigour.

"Don't want you to ever question us again. You are mine, gonna get your name on my chest."

"E-eren please."

"Everything I do is for you, will prove it to you for the rest of your life. Never wanna make you cry again unless-- fuck-- unless it's like this." You nodded aimlessly to everything he was saying, your teeth buried into his neck as you approached your orgasm.

"Eren, I'm gonna cum."

You felt his hand tighten around your neck, a silent scream drew past your lips as you felt yourself cum around him.

"There you go mama, fuck-- doing so well for me." He hisses as he still drives up into you. His hands now on your ass as he continues to guide you on his dick.

"Eren." You whine as your hands try to push off his chest. He quickly hand your wrists behind your back, kissing the side of your neck as he chased his own orgasm.

"Just a little more baby, please," he pleads, slowing his thrusts as he knows how sensitive you are after cumming but it still doesn't stop him. He groans from the feel of your pussy constricting, practically begging to swallow him deeper.

The lewd sounds of your pussy fill the car, the tip of his dick kissing that spot before he’s shoving it back in.

"'So fucking good," you moan, your voice a hazy drunken mess as you feel another orgasm approaching.

With a final thrust, you both reach your peak together. Your walls clench around him as pleasure courses through your body, your thighs trembling as you mould into his body. Eren holds you close, pressing soft kisses to your temple as you both come down from your high, your breathing slowly returning to normal.

"You mean it?"

Eren chuckles, his fingers running along the bare of your back. It takes everything in you to lift up your head to meet his eyes but boy are you glad you did.

"Every fucking word. I'm so fucking sorry, you are 100% mine, I love you, everything I do and will do is for you baby. I will never stop telling you." You smile, leaning in to kiss him, hands pressed tightly underneath his shirt.

"You really gonna get my name tatted?"

"Yup, and get you a big 'ol chain with my name written in gold."

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block-tales-playerswap-au · 3 months ago

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Hey Noobador I think your kids are. In a little bit of danger

Noobador: "Damn it- keeping the kids safe was the whole reason WHY I asked Terry to look after Red and Blue...mierda, are they okay?!"

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pin-k-ink · 5 months ago

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LAST RESORT ⋆✦⋆ kaji ren

synopsis ➸ you’ve got a habit of getting yourself into danger, and he’s done with it. if making you his in every way possible keeps you safe, so be it. he’s ready to show you just how serious he is.

tags ➸ posséssive!kaji, graphic violénce/assáult, sorta tóxic behavior, degrádation, heavy breéding kínk, manhándling, rough séx, unprotécted séx, belly bulge, fingéring, dírty talking, praise kínk, squírting

wc ➸ 6.3k

The dank alleyway reeked of stale vomit, spilled booze, and acrid smoke - remnants of the scuffle that had clearly occurred not long ago. Kaji stood in the center of the grimy passage, chest heaving slightly as he stared down at the two unconscious forms crumpled at his feet.

One of the men sported a rapidly blooming black eye and split lip from where Kaji's fist had caught him square in the face. The other looked even worse off, a trickle of blood leaking from his nose and soaking the collar of his shirt a rusty crimson. Kaji's own knuckles were purpling into mottled shades, skin split in a few places from the vicious impact.

He barely registered the dull throb as he flexed his hands, a muscle in his jaw ticking with barely restrained fury. If these two low-life dirtbags had managed to actually lay hands on you before he intervened...Kaji wasn't sure he'd have been able to control the full force of his rage.

The shrill ring of his phone sliced through the tension cloaking the alley. Already knowing who was on the other end, Kaji snatched it up and stabbed the answer button without preamble.

"Talk," he growled into the receiver, the single clipped word more threat than greeting.

"I got [Y/N]. She's holed up somewhere out of harm's way for now," came Hiragi's measured baritone, devoid of any flowery preamble. He knew better than to screw around when Kaji was in one of these black moods.

Kaji felt a miniscule sliver of the towering fury seething in his chest ease at those words. At least you were unharmed for the time being. Inhaling a grounding breath through his nostrils, he forced his next words to emerge slightly more even.

"Then why the hell are you calling? Get her home and wait for my—"

"There's been...a situation," Hiragi cut him off, something in his gravelly tone instantly rekindling the rage simmering in Kaji's veins. "With the thugs."

In an instant, Kaji's entire frame went preternaturally still - the coiled stillness of a feral predator zeroing in on potential threat to its kin. His spare hand clenched unconsciously into a white-knuckled fist, split skin pulling taut over the abraded ridges.

"What happened?" The words emerged in more of a feral snarl than any recognizable language. "Spit it out!"

A tense pause stretched out for several agonizing heartbeats as Kaji waited for Hiragi's response. He could easily envision his old friend squaring his broad shoulders, dark eyes narrowing as he carefully considered how to phrase whatever had gone sideways without setting off Kaji's hair-trigger temper any further.

"Got jumped when their reinforcements rolled up," Hiragi admitted at last in a low, matter-of-fact rumble. "Heat of the moment, she must've gotten spooked and decided to try finding you on her own while I finished mopping up over here."

Every tendon and cording muscle in Kaji's torso went rigid at those blunt words, jaw clenching tightly enough to grind molars. He opened his mouth to let loose what promised to be a torrent of obscenities aimed squarely at his idiot friend—

Only for the vicious tirade to shrivel on his tongue the second his gaze snapped back to the two unconscious men at his feet. His slate-hued stare widened fractionally as realization slithered through his scorching anger like an icy serpent's caress.

There were only two bodies when he distinctly remembered three would-be assailants from earlier. Which meant...

"Oh fuck..." Kaji exhaled in a low rasp that seemed to emerge from the deepest pit of his stomach. Nausea roiled through his core, warring with the volcanic surge of adrenaline that instantly lashed his senses into killing-edge clarity. "Hiragi, how many of those bastards were there total?"

Even across the tinny cell signal, Kaji could practically taste the weighted pause before his friend answered - resignation and bitter acceptance lacing each syllable.

"...Three," was Hiragi's laconic but utterly damning response. "Should've been three."

White-hot panic detonated through Kaji's neural pathways with the ferocity of a thermobaric blast. His phone dropped from nerveless fingers, battery casing clattering against the filthy concrete as he pivoted on his heel and took off at a dead sprint.

Screw backup, screw lingering to get more intel from Hiragi - every accelerating stride carried Kaji deeper into the delirious spiral of worst-case scenarios blooming like nightmarish visions. If one of those twisted fucks had somehow slipped the net while he'd been distracted...

No. He refused to even entertain the possibility of you being hunted alone and vulnerable while Kaji hadn't been there to shield you from the sick underbelly of this world. He'd burn this whole rot-infested town to the bedrock before allowing you to suffer that sort of torment on his watch.

Kaji's boots thundered over the uneven pavement with piston-like cadence, singularly focused on tracking down that elusive third scumbag by any means necessary. A murderous force of nature solely driven by the towering compulsion to locate and neutralize any threat to your safety with extreme prejudice.

Because if even a single hair on your head was so much as ruffled when he finally reached your side? May whatever forgiving deities existed have mercy on any wretched soul caught in the oncoming cataclysm of Kaji's full, unrestrained wrath.

The night air felt heavier than usual, laden with an unsettling undercurrent that set your nerves on edge. You tugged the thin jacket tighter around your frame as you made your way down the deserted sidewalk, footsteps echoing in the tense quiet.

Part of you recognized how utterly foolish it was to be wandering these sketchy back streets alone in search of Kaji. He would be furious if he knew you'd disobeyed Hiragi's Instructions and potentially put yourself in harm's way. But the icy dread pooling in the pit of your stomach simply wouldn't allow you to stay put, not with your boyfriend out there dealing with those predators all on his own.

Ever since those turbulent teenage days when you first fell for the hotheaded delinquent, worries over Kaji's safety during his "business" had become an omnipresent ache. You knew he could more than handle himself - had witnessed firsthand the impressive fighting skills and sheer ferocious determination he brought to every brawl. But that did little to ease the frantic pounding of your heart whenever you imagined him squaring off against those vicious gangs without backup.

As the years pressed on and the stakes grew increasingly higher, your fretful vigil only intensified in turn. Kaji might scoff at your overprotective tendencies if he were aware of them. But you simply couldn't fathom the alternative of not having his solid, unyielding presence by your side through it all.

So you pressed onwards into the looming darkness with heightened alertness, straining to catch any hints of the conflict you prayed was already over. If you could just locate Kaji and confirm he was unharmed with your own eyes, maybe then the bitter taste of dread would—

A rough hand clamped over your mouth from behind, dragging you backwards into the fetid embrace of a yawning alleyway with startling force. You instantly began thrashing and kicking out, but your assailant easily outmatched you in size and bodily strength.

"Keep squirmin' around and see what happens, bitch!" The man's rancid snarl filled your senses as he jerked you flush against his whipcord frame. Hot, moist exhales ghosted across the back of your neck as he sneered close enough for you to see the yellowed teeth and rheumy, bloodshot stare. "Now you just gonna keep nice and quiet while I figure out what I'm gonna do with—"

Whatever vile threat he intended to make died on his lips as you threw your full weight into one more vicious jerk to break free. Eyes burning with desperation and defiance, you brought your heel down in a vicious stomp directly onto his instep with everything you had.

The howl of agony split the night as the lowlife instantly crumpled backward, releasing you from his sour hold in favor of clutching at his brutalized foot. You scrambled back onto your palms, wheezing for breath and preparing to make a break for the street when his twisted expression of pure fury snapped back in your direction.

"Stupid fuckin' bitch!" he roared, already scrambling upright with murder glinting in his beady gaze. "I'mma mash that pretty face into—"

You tried to backpedal as he launched himself towards where you were sprawled. But your retreat proved sluggish and clumsy thanks to your disorientation and his greater momentum. One meaty hand lashed out to seize a fistful of your hair and yank you forwards before the other clamped like a vise around your throat.

White-hot panic detonated in your chest as his full weight bored down on top of you, the crushing pressure around your windpipe cutting off any hope of crying out. Grunts of exertion punctuated your struggles, his saliva-flecked snarl leering just inches from your face as you battered and clawed at his arm with growing feebleness.

Just as black splotches began swimming across your vision and every synapse burned with the screaming need for oxygen, a thunderous detonation split the silence like a sonic boom. The vise-like pressure maintaining its relentless stranglehold around your airway abruptly evaporated as your assailant's bulk was bodily hurled off of you by an unseen force.

You immediately curled onto your side in a choking, hacking spasm - grateful lungfuls of air scorching their way down your abraded throat in between rattling convulsions. When you finally managed to lift your bleary gaze at last, the scene that greeted you made what little breath you'd regained stall in your chest.

Kaji stood in a low, predatory fighting stance, every corded muscle and sinuous tendon standing out in stark relief beneath his tanned skin. The overhead streetlights cast his expression in chiseled strokes of black and gold - features twisted into a mask of such apocalyptic, unrestrained fury that it stole your very voice to behold it directly.

Your eyes tracked his movements with horrified fascination as he stalked towards your now-prone assailant, who cowered and backpedaled with hands upraised in feeble protest. Kaji's hands clenched into granite-ridged fists, posture becoming more low-slung and beast-like with each prowling step until it felt like you were laying witness to humanity's primordial roots rising to the surface.

Suddenly, with zero preamble or warning, Kaji exploded into a lethal flurry of blurred motion - fists, elbows and knees battering into his terrified opponent in a frenzied tempest of shattering impact. Sickening crunches and pained howls filled the night as he unleashed the full unfettered fury of his savagery without mercy or quarter.

You flinched instinctively with each thunderous collision, dimly aware of cradling your ravaged throat as Kaji swiftly reduced the other man into a limp, unmoving heap on the filthy asphalt. Yet still he rained down abuse on the unconscious form, monstrous growls of animalistic rage echoing from the deepest pit of his chest.

That's when his blazing steel-flint stare snapped up and caught yours at last, twin pools of mercurial promise and retribution burning into your very psyche. In that fractured instant, you caught a glimpse of the unmistakable beast Kaji could become when inflamed by undiluted wrath - unrestrained, unholy, and unmerciful towards anything that dared threaten what he'd so utterly claimed as his to protect.

The last coherent memory you retained before the world spun into velvet blackness was that of Kaji prowling towards your sprawled form with the same lethal, purposeful grace of an apex predator finally reclaiming its chosen prize.

The first tendrils of awareness filtered back in slowly, like wading through a dense fog. Your eyes felt heavy, weighed down by lingering disorientation even as shapes and shadows gradually coalesced into recognizable forms swimming above you.

"...ink she's coming around. Hey, can you hear me?"

That familiar gravelly baritone finally pierced the cottony haze as Hiragi's concerned features solidified into focus mere inches from your face. You managed a feeble groan in response, head lolling towards the source of his voice.

"Oh, thank goodness!" A feminine timbre chimed in - higher and distinctly more upbeat despite the underlying worry coloring the lilt.

Kotoha leaned into your periphery a moment later, hazel eyes wide and lips pursed into a small "o" of consternation. Despite the gravity of the situation, you couldn't quite smother the reflexive twitch of fondness at her typically exuberant presence.

"We were so worried when Kaji showed up carrying you all roughed up like that!" she fretted, delicate brows furrowing slightly. "Are you hur—?"

"She needs space," a low, dissonant rasp cut across whatever else Kotoha intended to say.

Your lungs hitched in a breathless stall at the sound of that voice - still hoarse and graveled from the sheer animalistic ferocity laced through its tones. Slowly, you rolled your throbbing head to the other side until your vision snagged on Kaji's imposing silhouette hovering above the couch where you lay.

He stood with arms tightly crossed over his chest, every line and sinew of his muscular frame exuding a barely leashed menace even in repose. The stark planes and angles of his face were thrown into harsh chiaroscuro by the dim lighting, chiseling his expression into an inscrutable, unyielding mask that made your heart skip a frantically.

But it was his eyes that truly ensnared and pinned you into place like a frozen animal before the barrel of a rifle's scope. Those glinted steel chips bored into you with the same scorching, relentless intensity you'd briefly witnessed at the alley's other end - untamed and hypervigilant, as if daring anything or anyone to make the slightest aggressive move against its chosen quarry again.

It made your breath stall in your battered throat, a sense of primal trepidation slithering through your consciousness at being caged under that raptor's scrutiny once more.

"Both of you," Kaji growled without preamble, turning that razored glare momentarily towards Hiragi and Kotoha in a clear dismissal. "Take a walk. Me and my girlfriend need to have a little...chat first."

Hiragi opened his mouth, jawline tightening in a telltale sign he meant to protest or offer advisement. But something in the frigid gunmetal promise flickering behind Kaji's stare seemed to leech away whatever objection he might have voiced. After a prolonged beat of silence, he gave the barest dip of his chin and rose to his feet with a low exhalation.

Kotoha hesitated a fraction longer, worrying her full lower lip between her teeth as those vivid hazel orbs flitted between your prone form and Kaji's unmovable silhouette hovering over you both. But she eventually followed Hiragi's lead and trailed after him, her small hand reflexively twining into your periphery to give your fingers a reassuring squeeze.

Only when the sound of their departing footfalls had completely dissolved did Kaji finally unfurl from his rigid stance with a low, rolling expulsion of breath. Slowly, he pivoted towards the couch, unhurried strides eating up the distance until he loomed directly above where you lay.

That unrelenting, tempered steel stare continued blazing into you without compromise from this extreme proximity. Every cording tendon and bunched muscle reflecting the lethal tension coiled through his entire being - not quite given free rein yet...but not far from doing so either.

One calloused hand reached out, fingers splaying possessively over your sternum in an authoritative brand that seemed to sear straight through the thin cotton separating his scorching palm from your rapidly pounding heart. Still, Kaji said nothing. Simply maintained that fraught, weighted silence thick with all the volatile undercurrents and unvarnished promise of what was about to unfurl between you both.

Like a merciless tempest hovering in its full and terrible glory...awaiting the slightest provocation to unleash its brutal, cleansing force without quarter.

The weighted silence stretched out between you both in a rapturous, fragile suspension - charged particles practically crackling through the static-swept atmosphere like stray bolts of lightning.

Then Kaji's calloused fingertips began tracing a blazing path along the battered column of your throat.

You instinctively flinched at the initial searing contact, unable to repress a tremulous whimper as his pads grazed over each lurid, blossoming weal. Every mottled blemish and inflammation stood out in livid discoloration - a visceral reminder of how narrowly you'd slipped fate's clutches this night.

Rather than react to your plaintive noise, Kaji simply continued his unhurried exploration with the sort of granular intensity usually reserved for assessing gunshot trajectories. The pad of his thumb mapped the deepest imprint scored across your windpipe with an almost clinical meticulousness, as though committing every ridge and contour to permanent memory.

When he finally did speak, the words emerged in little more than a hoarse, frayed rasp that made you shiver despite the sweltering undercurrents rippling from his formidable frame.

"You ever stop and wonder why I fell for a stubborn, reckless little thing like you?"

The unexpected query - coupled with that deceivingly mild delivery - caused your brows to knit momentarily in bewilderment. But Kaji simply continued musing in that same gravel-tinged drawl, eyes flickering with some unreadable emotion.

"Was a total pain in my ass from day one back in high school," he murmured, knuckles ghosting featherlight swirls along your feverish skin. "This mouthy brat who never missed an opportunity to get all up in my business, no matter how many times I brushed you off..."

Despite yourself, the faintest curve tugged at the corners of your mouth at the transparent nostalgia coating his cadences. You couldn't even begin to count the number of times your brazen refusal to be cowed by the infamous Kaji Ren had nearly gotten you throttled back then.

The barest whisper of a chuckle rumbled through Kaji's chest at your reaction. For a fleeting heartbeat, the specters of the harsh lines etched into his visage seemed to soften infinitesimally - enough for you to catch the faintest glimpse of the easy, cocksure teenage rebel he'd once been peeking through.

Then his expression abruptly shifted on a dime, thunderous scowl reappearing like the casting of a shadow as his tone plunged into something far more low and dissonant.

"Should've known back then what an absolute magnet for trouble you'd turn out to be..."

Instinctively, your senses went on high alert at the razor-edged undercurrents in his rasping murmurs - every hair along your nape prickling as the precarious tension swelled through the stifling atmosphere once more. Kaji's free hand reached out, palm searing like a brand against your flushed cheek to carefully tilt your face upwards, ensuring his smoldering stare pinned you ruthlessly in place.

"All these years later, and you're still the same goddamn problem child who won't listen to a word I say," he growled, voice lowering into a predatory rumble that seemed to reverberate against the bruised staves of your ribcage.

"Never stops to consider putting herself in the line of fire at every turn, even when that pathetic death wish puts the people protecting her at just as much risk..."

An animalistic snarl twisted his full lips into a rictus of pure fury, grip tightening fractionally until the vicelike pressure bordered on bruising. Not that you dared so much as part your trembling mouth on a whisper of protest. Not when Kaji's entire frame had gone utterly, preternaturally rigid with a towering umbrage that seared into you with all the blistering might of a solar corona.

"Do you have ANY idea what would've happened if I got there even a second later?" His words detonated in a psychic percussive force that pummeled you straight down to your marrow, even without raising his voice an octave.

"How close I came to watching that sadistic fuck rob you of everything that makes you MINE while I was stuck chasing decoys like a fucking amateur?!"

Kaji's thunderous inhale raked through his gritted teeth with a labored, hissing rasp - clearly battling to throttle his raging fury back into some manageable configuration. When next he loomed over you, teeth bared and every bunched sinew straining like a hair-trigger bowstring, you could practically see the detonation wavefront smoldering in those achingly familiar steel-bright irises.

"I would have razed this cesspool down to fucking bedrock," he bit out in a cadence rendered molten by sheer hatred. "Every miserable lowlife within a hundred-mile radius would've drowned in their own blood before they took you away from me."

Blazing manifolds of retribution and delirious vengeance cascaded between each stygian syllable clawed from his chest - so blindingly intense you could practically taste the bitter ash saturating your own tongue. For several fraught, suspended heartbeats, you remained utterly transfixed by the spectacle of such apocalyptic, unholy apotheosis simmering at the very precipice of unchaining itself wholly upon this mortal plane.

Then, with a guttural snarl that seemed to attenuate all the violence, rage, and obsessive need coiling through him into a single searing crescendo...Kaji slammed his forehead against yours with punishing force. The shock of dizzying impact jarred through every synapse, effectively blanking your mind of all thoughts beyond submitting to the impending tsunami.

"But you just had to jump the leash again, didn't you?" he growled against your trembling mouth, chest heaving against yours with every ragged inhalation. "Because deep down, you still don't actually trust me to keep you safe like I promised all those years ago..."

Somehow, that final blistering accusation sliced even deeper than the molten lashings of blame and fury preceding it. You drew a ragged breath, hazy vision refocusing just in time to watch Kaji's lips slant over yours in an utterly dominating, punishing deluge that robbed whatever feeble protests might have slipped free.

There was zero hesitation or restraint in his movements - only the punishing, all-consuming need to possess and dominate you fully in this moment. His thick tongue immediately surged past your parted lips, tangling with yours in a lush, devouring dance that stole the air from your lungs with its ferocity.

You couldn't repress the desperate little whimper that slipped free as his calloused palms roamed over your sides and hips with possessive fervor. The weight and heat of Kaji's powerful body pinning you to the couch's unforgiving surface made you feel deliriously consumed and caged by his virile presence from every angle. Any feeble attempts at squirming or seeking even an inch of relief only resulted in him anchoring you more ruthlessly in place beneath his hulking mass.

When finally Kaji tore his mouth from yours in need of air, you gulped down ragged breaths in a dazed rapture - scarcely able to track the slick glide of his lips trailing a scorching path along the thundering pulse at your throat. His gravelly rumbles of approval vibrated deliciously against your sensitive skin as he lavished the exposed column with rasping drags of his tongue and soft nips.

"Yeah...that's what I fucking thought," he growled in a tone made rough from the sheer intensity blazing between you both. "Can't get enough of having me take control and put that greedy little body in its place, can you?"

To emphasize his point, Kaji rolled his hips in one purposeful grind that dragged the painfully rigid length trapped within his sweats against your molten core in a lash of electrifying friction. Your back arched with a needy mewl, already feeling the slick arousal gathering at your entrance as he pinned you open with the bracket of his powerful thighs.

"Get you so worked up just from a little dry humping and rough kisses," he husked against the glistening column of your throat, tongue laving a lush, openmouthed path to the hollow between your collarbones. "Should've known you'd go all reckless and fuckup like this again just to get my hands all over this perfect body as punishment..."

One large palm drifted up to engulf the lush fullness of your breast, giving it a firm, possessive squeeze before brushing over the peaked bud with tantalizing lightness. You squirmed and whined helplessly, rapidly becoming undone by his ceaseless carnal praise and handsy lavishing. Kaji's deep chuckle of undisguised gratification at your unraveling vibrated through your very bones.

"God, look how fucking desperate you are already," he grated out in clear satisfaction. "Bet you've been craving this since storming off on your own like an idiot earlier – getting put back under my full control where your dumb ass belongs."

With that crude observation, Kaji ducked his head to mouth hotly over the nipple he'd been teasing, swirling that wicked tongue in tight, maddening circuits. His free hand snaked down to boldly palm the clothed swell of your mound, fingertips digging into the rapidly dampening material to find your slickened folds through the barrier.

"Yeah, feel how soaked you're getting just thinking about me punishing that reckless little body into submission again..." He punctuated his low rasp by easing two thick digits past your panties and into your drenched folds in a torturously measured glide, burying them to the last knuckle in your clenching sheath. "Like it's the only damn way to get it through your thick skull that you never leave my side without permission, understand?"

All you could do was nod and whine as Kaji began to steadily pump those calloused fingers in a gliding, purposeful cadence explicitly designed to milk every shocked keen and shudder from your overstimulated form. Each searing retreat ended with his palm grinding against your swollen clit, the muscles of his arm and shoulder rippling powerfully from the effort of slowly dismantling your coherence in the most exquisite manner possible.

"Fuckin' lucky I'm even considering letting you off easy with just a hard-earned dicking down this time around," he growled between lavishing your panting mouth with messy, biting kisses. "Should be tying you to the bed the second we get home, cuffing those wrists over your head so you're stuck staring at the ceiling and remembering who you fucking belong to while I breed this greedy pussy over and over..."

The vivid imagery coupled with Kaji's rough dominance and crude narration had you rapidly dissolving into a squirming mess of desperation and need. Whines and cries punched free with each mind-numbing plunge and retreat of his thick digits working your silken interior into an overwrought frenzy. You could feel yourself rapidly teetering right on the shuddering precipice of blissful release with every harsh grind of his palm into your straining bundle of nerves.

"That's it...let go and come all over my hand like a good girl," Kaji rumbled in clear satisfaction, drinking in your glassy-eyed unraveling with rapt focus. "Might actually keep you half-sane and out of trouble for a few hours after pumping that heavenly little pussy full of my load..."

He leaned in close to growl right against the swollen bow of your trembling lips, smoky amber gaze swallowing you whole. "At least until all that cum really kicks in and has you crawling right back for another hard reminder of why you'll never leave my side again..."

The harsh grating demand of his words, combined with one last unforgiving curl of his fingers against that shockingly snug internal cluster, detonated your teetering release into blinding delirium. You came undone around Kaji's pumping hand in a helpless convulsion, crying out against the branding heat of his mouth swallowing each keening noise. He drank in your rapturous shattering with undisguised gratification, continuing to steadily work you through the rolling paroxysms until the final quakes gradually ebbed away into boneless lassitude.

Only then did Kaji slowly withdraw his glistening digits from your sated depths, lifting them to his lips to lave the musky evidence of your shuddering release with clear relish. His smoldering gaze held you utterly transfixed and caged even as he sat back slightly, swiping his arm across his slick mouth with a rumbled chuckle.

"Good girl..." he husked, thick cock visibly twitching in a way that made your spent channel spasm reflexively. "From this point on, I'm gonna make sure you're either pregnant or getting there every single night."

Before you could even process the blunt statement, let alone formulate a response, Kaji's hands shot down to grip the hem of your panties and skirt. With a rough jerk, he roughly peeled the clinging garments off in a single yank. A low, primal growl rolled through his chest as his ravenous stare landed on your slick-soaked folds, the engorged lips already glistening with renewed arousal.

"You're gonna be begging me for this cock every day until your belly swells up with my kid," he muttered in a low, almost wondering timbre. The reverence coloring his rasping words made a flush crawl up the column of your throat, even as your eyes widened at the unabashed filth spewing forth.

"Don't try fighting it. I've made up my mind - that fertile little body is going to stay swollen with fresh batches of my seed one after the other," Kaji grated out, reaching down to impatiently drag his sweatpants down and kick them off. "You get off on tempting danger, I get off on the thought of you barefoot and glowing, swollen with multiple loads I've pumped into that greedy womb."

Any lingering objections or attempts at logic died on your tongue when Kaji's massive erection sprang free, rigid and throbbing against his abdomen. Even now, the size and sheer girth of that pulsing monster made a shiver run up your spine in primal recognition of the thorough, unrepentant fucking it always promised.

His calloused palms wrapped around your hips, gripping the delicate span firmly to drag you closer, allowing him to notch the broad head of his length against your slick entrance. Then, with one punishing, unrelenting thrust, Kaji sank inside the silken, fluttering walls until he was buried to the hilt in your shuddering depths.

You threw your head back with a choked cry, instinctively wrapping your legs around his hips and locking ankles to pull him closer. Every straining nerve ending lit up with electric fire at being split open by his impossibly massive cock. It took several seconds of ragged, heaving breaths for the overwhelming fullness to gradually ease into something less deliriously acute.

Kaji groaned against your parted lips, hips twitching and thighs shaking with the sheer effort of restraining his urge to simply hammer into your pliant form and claim you in the most savage way possible. Still, his rasping words emerged in a low, uncompromising growl.

"Fucking hell, you're tight...even after all this time, it's like sinking into pure heaven..."

When you could finally manage a shaky breath, he drew his hips back slightly and began to build into a steady rhythm. Every measured roll and grind of his thick girth against your swollen channel stoked the molten pressure simmering anew at your core, sending sparks shooting along every straining nerve ending.

"Oh god," you panted, barely able to register anything beyond the delirious sensation of him filling you to the brim and dragging every last shred of rational thought out with each slow, measured stroke. "Ren...please..."

Kaji's teeth snapped together with a growl, clearly struggling against the same primal instinct to simply give in and drive into you with wild abandon.

"You better be asking for this dick like a good girl," he husked out, leaning down to nip sharply at your kiss-swollen lips. "Or else that smart mouth of yours is gonna stay too preoccupied moaning for me to fuck another breeding into you to risk any more misbehavior."

With that final threat, his hips abruptly picked up into a rougher, faster pace, each snap of his pelvis slamming home against your cervix in a lashing assault. Your nails dug into his muscled shoulders, leaving deep red welts across his taut flesh as you struggled to find any anchor to ground you amidst the onslaught.

"Fuck," Kaji groaned, clearly reveling in the punishing force he was able to unleash without the constraints of a public environment or the threat of an audience. "Can't believe how tight this perfect little pussy gets for me every damn time..."

He reached down to grip one quivering thigh, hooking his arm under your knee to spread you open even wider and allow him to sink deeper. His heavy balls slapped obscenely against the supple flesh of your ass, the slick sounds of his cock plunging into your soaked core echoing around the room.

"You gonna come for me, sweetheart?" he husked against your parted lips, clearly reveling in the hazy desperation clouding your vision as he drove you higher and higher towards release. "Come all over this cock while I give you the first load of my cum for the night..."

When you could only gasp and keen in reply, Kaji's grip on your hips tightened fractionally, ensuring his pelvis ground against your straining bundle of nerves and clit with every ruthless snap forward.

"Come on, I know you're close...just a little bit more," he muttered in a low rasp, pupils blown wide as he stared down at your flushed features. "Need to feel this sweet pussy milk me dry and squeeze every drop of my seed straight into your womb..."

One of his hands drifted down to your abdomen, fingertips pressing down lightly over the spot where his cock bulged obscenely through your taut flesh. The gesture somehow managed to magnify the sensation of his brutal thrusts, drawing a choked gasp from your chest.

"F-fuck, Ren..." You were rapidly spiraling towards the edge, unable to resist the pull of the inevitable tidal surge. "Oh god...I'm gonna..."

"Yeah, you are," he bit out, voice rough and uneven as his hips began to slam into you with a punishing force. "So do it - come all over my cock like the good girl I know you are, baby..."

His command and the raw authority underlying the words shattered the final vestiges of your resistance. Your entire body went taut, straining as though suspended from some invisible wire as a seismic ripple began to radiate outwards. The first gush of release erupted around the thick length still pumping into you, slick and scorching.

"Fuck, yes!" Kaji hissed, the sound strained and almost tortured as his powerful hips faltered for the briefest heartbeat. "That's it – take my fucking load, sweetheart...so goddamn perfect when you're creaming all over my cock..."

With that final praise, his entire body went rigid against yours, a choked growl spilling forth as he began to spurt thick, heavy ropes of his essence deep within the clenching vise of your channel. The sensation of his release bathing your quivering depths, along with the sheer knowledge that Kaji had just emptied a fresh load of his seed straight into your fertile womb, sent you careening over the edge a second time.

You clung desperately to the broad span of his shoulders, keening as the waves of release wracked your shuddering frame. Kaji's own groans of ecstasy mingled with yours, the two of you drowning in the raw, unfiltered carnality of the moment.

Eventually, the final aftershocks began to ebb, leaving behind the blissful lassitude and bone-deep satiation. Kaji slumped against your prone form, careful not to crush you with his massive bulk, and buried his face into the crook of your neck with a ragged groan.

You felt him inhale deeply, the scorching brand of his nose and lips brushing over your salt-dampened skin as he seemed to drink in your combined, musky scents. A shudder rolled through Kaji's powerful frame - one you weren't certain originated from the lingering throes of pleasure or something more visceral entirely.

When at last he shifted enough for you to glimpse his features, the intensity burning behind those steel-flint irises momentarily stole the breath from your spent lungs. Gone was the razor focus of his earlier, primal dominance. In its place, an inscrutable cocktail of residual hunger and...something darker, more haunted than you could immediately parse.

"Don't you ever pull a stunt like that again," Kaji rasped in a low rumble that seemed wrenched from the deepest pit of his diaphragm. There was no mistaking the undercurrent of quiet ferocity threaded through his gravelly tones, nor the slight tremor betraying the sheer unvented intensity still simmering beneath the surface of his controlled cadences.

One of his broad palms came up to cup the side of your face, calloused pads ghosting over the feverish winged curve of your cheekbones and temples in a shockingly tender caress. You instinctively leaned into the searing brand of his touch, trapping it against your flushed skin as you searched his shadowed gaze for answers to the enigma playing out behind them.

"You have any idea how close I came to..." Kaji started huskily, only to trail off as his jaw clenched until Herculean cords and tendons stood out in stark relief. His amber stare bored into you with smoldering intensity for several suspended heartbeats before the words finally emerged in a low, rumbling exhalation. "I could taste the bloodlust when I realized one of those fucks had slipped the net. Could practically feel every strand of control starting to splinter apart at the thought of losing you to those sadistic pieces of shit."

Despite the explicit menace suffusing his murmurs, you felt your breath hitch at the naked admission blazing there. Witnessing Kaji openly acknowledge the maelstrom of possessive, protective obsession that had nearly lashed free upon encountering such grievous stakes was...sobering. But also reaffirming in a way that both terrified and thrilled you down to your marrow.

"So I'm going to get what I want, one way or the other," he husked with quiet, unapologetic conviction - punctuating the matter-of-fact declaration by hooking one of your legs over his powerful hips once more. You whimpered softly as the dense ridges of his still-hard cock twitched within your swollen, over-sensitized folds with casual insistence. "Because from here on out, there won't be a single opportunity for you to stray into the line of fire again."

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invincibledc · 13 days ago

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⋆.˚🃏⋆✮⋆˙𝑫𝑨𝑴𝑰𝑨𝑵 𝑿 𝑱𝑶𝑲𝑬𝑹’𝑺 𝑲𝑰𝑫⋆.˚🃏⋆✮⋆˙

☆genre: drabble

★synopsis: catching a certain kid his age wearing green and purple clothes with a face caked up with makeup, Damian cant help but tie them up and interrogate them

☆Word count: 101

Wearing clothes of green and purple with a painted white face of clown makeup. They sat there being tied up as Damian fed them a batburger. “What’s the reason for killing that guy?” Damian questions as he pulled the burger back when the clown kid didn’t answer his question quickly enough.

“Why not? He’s just some thug who would’ve died anyways. Less talkin' and more feeding me bird boy.” They let out a similar laugh like joker before pouting. “But for real. Feed meeee.” Damian couldn’t help but groan before feeding joker’s kid. He hates how he isn’t turning them in. He hates how… he cares for them.

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themuseinmuseum · 2 years ago

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just gimme the (purple) light

#p valley #brandee evans #sheryl lee ralph #shannon thornton #sevyn streeter #doja cat #zendaya #chloe bailey #jorja smith #mariah the scientist #young thug #nicki minaj #my posts #purple light

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comatosebunny09 · 4 months ago

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kismet [ teaser ] | sylus

— summary: “are you going to keep picking at my bed sheets until you’ve reduced them to mere threads?” sylus’ voice startles you, bringing you careening back to the present. the sheet slips from your fingers as you cower like a scolded child, bathed in the imposing aura he emits. “you could say something. or we could just sit here listening to each other breathe for the rest of the night. take your pick.”

— cw: blood, injury, violence, minor character deaths, language, self-loathing, unrequited (requited) feelings, mdni

— now playing: i got u - austin farwell

Consciousness comes toddling in like newborn kittens.

You anticipate the sound of birds chirping outside. Anticipate sunbeams kissing your eyelids and the crisp scent of your comforter. Instead, you’re ushered into wakefulness by insistent ticking. By a dull throbbing in your side and by something silken sliding down your bare stomach to pool around your hips.

Uh-oh.

You jolt up. What a shitty idea that proves to be. White hot pain explodes in your side, anchoring you back down to the bed. Bed? Bed…when did you—

Your vision blurs and bends, adjusting in the low light. You make out discernible shapes and colors from your spot propped against a pillow. The aroma that greets you isn’t one associated with your home. But it’s familiar all the same. Inherently masculine with undernotes of bergamot, amber, and—

Ah, fuck.

Reality barrels in. You wince as you take in the sheets pooled around you. Their texture, their color. You’re surrounded by furniture that isn’t yours but is recognizable. And the ticking is familiar, too, coming from a clock nestled in the corner.

This isn’t your bed. This isn’t your room. This is…this is…

The clearing of a throat interrupts your internal panicking. You shrink away from the source of the sound, but you soon learn to regret that. The ache from before returns, though not as severe. Still, it’s enough for you to grit your teeth with a hiss leaking through.

“Sweetie,” warns a murky voice from your bedside—his bedside. You stiffen, the color draining from your face. “If you keep jostling about like that, you’ll reopen your wound.”

A peek in your periphery reveals what you fear—a wash of scarlet and white.

You rigidly slide back down against his mattress, wishing it could swallow you whole. Wishing you could recede into your skin like a turtle. He’s barely said more than a sentence to you, yet you can sense his vexation as if he’s given you a whole PowerPoint presentation.

You toy with some stitching in his sheets. Your heart thrums fiercely in your ears. The throbbing in your side can’t compare to that gnarling feeling in your gut. You don’t dare look at him. Don’t have to, irritation rolling off him in waves. He’s pissed if the set of his jaw in your periphery is any gauge. You would be, too, if you found yourself like that.

You fucked up. And you don’t think any amount of groveling will fix this.

—

It was a routine negotiation.

Well, you had hoped it would be.

You weren’t at all surprised when it went south; Niko was known for being a greedy bastard. Not only did he want the military-grade weapons you were selling in Sylus’s stead. But he also wanted to keep his pockets full. Figured he’d bump you off while absconding with the goods and money.

Naturally, Niko sicked his men on you. One by one, you took down hulking thugs, your instincts and Evol guiding you through the fray. It had been a minute since you got your hands dirty. You wanted to savor the moment, the purpling of your knuckles, and the thrill of a good fight.

Caught up in the action, you hadn’t noticed one of Niko’s men charging you with a machete until it was too late. He sliced you good, breaking through skin before you could spin out of reach. You grit your teeth against the initial shock, but the adrenaline that spilled through you muted the pain.

When the henchman drew back for another swing, you used his weight to your advantage, throwing him off-kilter. Maneuvering behind him to pull him into a chokehold, you used that same machete to tear through his carotid. He fell to the ground, his life spilling from him on the concrete.

You took down the remainder of Niko’s men in a similar fashion, oblivious to how fucked you truly were. When the last of his henchmen hit the ground, you confronted the kingpin himself. Of course, he took off running in the wake of your ire.

They always fucking ran.

The bastard was surprisingly quick for an old man, leading you on a chase through the moonlit docks. All the action exacerbated your wound, its severity gradually announcing itself and slowing you down. You finally cornered Niko, dealing the killing blow. Left him propped against a safety bollard, split open and leaking red as a warning for anyone who dared to cross Sylus.

Reality set in as you hobbled back to your bike, the case of weapons and cash cumbersome in your hands.

You were hurt. Bad. So much that you stumbled into a brick wall in an alleyway. It bit unforgivingly into your shoulder but was a cold, welcome reprieve against your feverish, sweat-slicked skin.

You clutched your side as a visceral pain tore through you. A glance down revealed your blood seeping through the gaps of your fingers, glistening condescendingly in the moonlight.

It was a jagged slice. Tore through skin and tissue, rubbed raw from your clothing. Untreated, it would fester and grow gangrenous, not to mention the blood loss. You didn’t trust yourself to make it to the hospital on your bike. Not when you were near tears, struggling to stay conscious.

You turned a bitter laugh to the sky, though it was converted into a wheeze. This was what you deserved. What you got for being so complacent, driven to recklessness by your petty feelings. By your need to stay on top and prove your worthiness.

Your breaths were shallow. Inhaling was laborious, amplifying the pain. You sank to your knees, fumbling your phone from your pocket. The screen was smeared with blood as you struggled to cue up a contact. Thankfully, the receiver clicked to life, a feminine voice lighting up the other end.

“Hey,” you breathed, your cell shakily held to your ear. “Need your help. Dropping a pin.”

You ignored the alarm in her voice at your cryptic words. Didn’t have time for questions, hanging up before marking your location and sharing it.

Your phone clattered to the ground, the sound of it jarring amid distant cars moving about on the streets and dogs barking somewhere far off. You propped yourself up on the alleyway wall, sucking down as much air as you could. Tried to calm yourself, watching the clouds glaze over the moon overhead—anything to distract you. To nullify the pain.

The ache subsided the slightest bit. With some effort, you divested yourself of your blazer to pack it into your side. The texture gliding against your wound aggravated it. But you needed something temporary to staunch the bleeding until help arrived.

Exhaustion was pulling you under, darkened tendrils furling in your chest like smoke and clouding your eyes. You were about to give in to its inky embrace before headlights flooded your vision, chasing away the dreamlike smog.

You looked up at the frantic clicking of shoes along the pavement. Chuckled something breathy at the fear sinking onto her face. You didn’t deserve her concern, but having someone fret over you felt nice.

“We need to get you to a hospital,” said Nadia, helping you stand with your arm slung over her shoulder.

Nadia was one of Lux’s bartenders. Could whip up a mean martini and was a faithful confidant. You sometimes called her when you were in a bind. As much of a fuck up you’d been lately, you trusted her never to go running her mouth to Sylus.

She guided you to her car. You blinked away the bleariness, swallowing past the sand in your throat.

“Not yet. Gotta…see the bossman first.”

The car door slammed behind you once Nadia eased you into the passenger seat. For a moment, you sat silently, forehead propped against the crisp window as you dripped blood on her tan seat. Shit. You’d clean it up. You promised.

You watched Nadia round the car with your cases in tow before she slipped into the driver's side. The leather of the steering wheel squelched in her white-knuckled grip. She gave you a tight-lipped look. Wanted to argue, but there was no sense in trying to change your mind. You were stubborn to a fault.

Nodding, Nadia backed the car out of the alleyway and eased onto the street. She kept tabs on you throughout the drive, occasionally peering over to ensure you were still among the conscious.

You promised you’d see the doc after you reported to Sylus. You just hoped to hold yourself together long enough to see him.

—

Lux’s iron-wrought gates panned into view.

As much as she burned to, Nadia vowed not to snitch, so long as you sought out a medic when you were done. You were thankful for that. She’d kept your injuries under wraps for so long. You didn’t think you could handle inconveniencing your boss with your stupid little wounds. He already had enough on his plate—enough people to occupy his mind.

Your side still throbbed as Nadia snuck you in through the club’s back doors. She shepherded you into a dressing room, helping you disinfectant and wrap your injury before assisting you with your dress. It was a tight little number. Something to hold your bindings in place, dark enough to disguise any blood that managed to seep through.

Reluctantly, Nadia left you to your own devices. You’d swept your hair into some semblance of neat in the mirror. Blotted sweat and grime from your face, patting your cheeks to bring back some color.

You could do this. You’d suffered worse. Mustering up your last vestiges of strength, you stood, ignoring the sticky pull of the gauze against your laceration. You dragged yourself through Lux’s stilled halls, ending your journey at the heavy double doors leading to Sylus’ office.

It was laborious, pushing them open. You’d sapped the last of energy doing so. Your vision doubled, a thatch of white dancing through the chaos. You barely made out the terror lining Sylus’ features. Barely heard the hurried click of his shoes over marbled floors and the fear hijacking his voice when you collapsed in the doorframe.

You felt so very cold. But his hands were warm, squeezing your arms like that. He shook you lightly, the scarlet of his eyes glinting through your bleariness. His voice was muddled. He was saying something. Asking something. You couldn’t decipher what. You were tired. Just wanted to sleep.

You felt pressure on your side. His hand. Heard him suck in a breath, your blood sticky on his palm. Dammit. You thought you’d done a decent job packing your wound. Whatever. You'd do better next time.

The world fell away as he called your name. You couldn’t keep your eyes open. Tried to answer, but you were already gone, sinking below the depths as if weighed down by cinder blocks.

#sylus x reader #sylus angst #sylus x you

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