#sandiegoesdark

[hsakuras]

cw: breeding kink, cream pie, coercion(?), dubcon, baby trapping, size kink, dacryphilia, not proofread

It's hard not to give into Reiner when he pouts and promises to give you the world.

When he presses soft, warm kissing along your shoulders and you know what he wants, what he's trying to do but you have to remind him that you can't. You don't have the protection that you both need.

He whispers in your ear that it's okay, that he'll pull out and it'll be fine. You both want it, he knows, there's no point in telling him no. Not when his fingers find your puffy clit and begin drawing delicious circles on it, not when his mouth finds yours and his tongue slips between your lips to twist with yours. You won't tell him no, even when the feeling of his bare cock bullying its way inside of you has tears stinging your eyes and nails digging into his strong biceps.

He's so strong, it's almost too much. The way he slowly inches his way in until he's buried his length inside of your sweet pussy and his balls are snug against your ass.

He's struggling to keep it together, to be gentle and to go slow and he's forgetting how much bigger he is, how much stronger and when he looks down at you he's dizzy because of how fragile you look under him. It makes him crazy, you always need to be protected, need to be looked after. You shouldn't leave the house without him who knows what'll happen to you.

The perfect plan to keep you home hits him when the sweet crescendo of your mewls for more, Reiner, more get the best of him and he's telling you that he's going to cum inside of you, he's going to breed you.

He's folding your legs into your chest and you're telling him to wait, but your pleas fall on deaf ears because Reiner's too focused on the way you're creaming around him. Why would you tell him to wait when it's clear you want it just as bad as he does? He takes in every drag of your nails on his back, when your legs attempt to kick and when you push on his shoulders. He can feel your walls tighten around him when the head of his cock hits your sweet spot over and over again. He looks down and you're absolutely breathtaking, tears spilling down your cheeks and you're slurring his name, tongue too heavy and mind too dumb from how he's fucking you.

He feels the familiar pit of pleasure sinking into the pit of his stomach twisting and turning into something stronger, begging him to chase it.

His pace changes, his hips snapping down onto yours, and oh fuck-he's cuming, he's gonna fill you up, gonna make you a mom. It's what you want. It's what you both want so just cum, just cream around his cock like a good girl, and keep it inside of you so it takes.

Your body betrays you when you cum feeling Reiner paint your insides, a nice pretty translucent ring of your cum mixed with his forming on the base of his cock and he's gripping your jaw so you can kiss him.

He pulls away and he's still pouting, telling you that he wants you to ride him this time.

You've always had a hard time telling him no.

[hsakuras]

Options | A. Arlert

cw: dubcon, finger sucking, breath play(kinda idk), jealousy, toxic behaviors, oral(m receiving), possessive Armin, cum eating, dacryphilia mentions of Jean, mention of alcohol consumption

a/n: @myarlert bc u came into my inbox and said “scummy armin” & i have 0 self control

"Who do you think you are?" his voice is challenging, daring you to repeat what you were so confidently telling Jean.

He's pushing you to the nearest room, uncaring when you look around for anyone nearby. He's stronger than he looks, you remember when he held back Jean from fighting with someone at another one of his parties. It shocked you that he could hold someone of Jean's stature back until Connie came to help.

"All you do is run your fucking mouth." he spits. He's meeting your gaze now, eyes bloodshot from smoking with Eren most likely. It makes the blue of his irises brighter, and more frightening because you can practically see the anger written within them.

"Armin" you breathe, his lips are on yours before you can finish your sentence.

What was it you said again? You can't recall the conversation you had with Jean, not when Armin's lips are so warm, it's enticing, and a nice contrast to his icy behavior.

"You think I'm scum? Is that it?" he's breathless, panting as he pushes you towards the bed, "Think Jean will treat you better? Fuck you better than I can, is that it?" He's unbuttoning his shirt, you can see his abs while he towers over you.

His hand comes up to cup your cheek, it’s such a calm gesture. One you crave the most from him after his bursts of jealousy, he dangles it over your head sometimes.

“You’re so pretty” he says, it makes you melt. Your head spinning because you really can’t ever read Armin.

He thinks you look best like this, pretty, docile and sitting while you wait for him to tell you what he wants next. "You have no idea, " his thumb traces your bottom lip, "Have no idea what scum I can really be."

Scum. That’s right.

You remember bits of your conversation now. Jean filling your cup with wine asking if you're happy, asking if you would have picked him in another circumstance, asking if Armin keeps you satisfied. The wine made you feel light, tingly, and warm. Jean was also so warm, you wonder if he felt warm at night without his shirt, if he would let you press yourself against him in the middle of the night.

"Armin's scum." you told him, "He's pretty, but he lies."

You don't remember the rest, it's really not important. Not when Armin's thumb is being pushed past your lips and onto your tongue. You close your lips around it, sucking on it because you know that's what he likes. You can see how hard he it makes him, you debate whether or not to palm him through his pants.

"Think it's better you put this pretty little mouth of yours to use."

He pulls his thumb from your mouth. He's undoes his belt, the metal clinking makes your mouth water when it shouldn't. He's scum, you repeat to yourself. He lies, he manipulates you, he doesn't even trust you.

He frees his hardening cock from the confines of his boxers, pumping himself thrice and thumbing at the tip just like you would.

"Open." his voice is soothing this time, how he usually talks to you after your bouts of crying when you catch him in another one of his lies about where he's been and with who.

Yes, Armin is a liar. The devil himself, but he's so pretty.

You let your jaw relax, falling so that your tongue lolls out with ease so Armin can slap his dick against your tongue. The taste of him arouses you, has you clenching your thighs together for some kind of relief.

"Oh fuck" he marveled, completely entranced by your hot mouth, "feels so fucking good."

His hands come around your jaw guiding your movement along the shaft of his cock. He likes when your eyes start watering and when your nails dig into his thighs because he’s going toward your throat.

You look best like this, crying, clinging onto him letting him use your mouth as he sees fit.

He likes hearing you choke and sputter around him, he’s fighting the urge to pinch your nose shut. It makes his cock twitch to think about the way you’d panic in his hold.

He’s in love with the “ack, ack, ack” you make when he’s going to deep. He can’t help it, not when he’s addicted to the tight, wet hot feeling around his dick.

You know he’s about to cum soon, he’s thrusting his hips to match the pace he’s setting with your skull.

His cock twitches, pulsating on your tongue when he guides himself to the back of your throat one last time.

He finally lets you go and you can feel your tears spilling down your cheeks when he tells you “swallow.”

"Don't treat me like I’m one of your little options." he cautions, patting your cheek when he sees you swallowed his cum.

[hsakuras]

Ahhhh I’m sorry you have to quarantine babe, it’s never fun ☹️

I gotta ask tho….how would Ayato react to you calling him your ‘dearest friend’? You’re clearly not picking up on the hints he’s dropping that he wants more, and now worst of all you’re developing a crush on someone else?? Does he back down and save face, or does he ahem kick it up a notch and make it clear you belong only with him?

andy my love, this sucks and i will make it up to you. ily

cw: afab reader, possessive behavior, toxic relationship, coercion, dubcon, mentions of Thoma, Ayato has a god complex, dacryphilia, cream pie

“He’s just really sweet, like one of my dearest friends!” You exclaim, it’s not unusual to find you and Thoma chatting away during your chores. You’re comfortable with him, he’s who taught you Ayato’s likes and dislikes. He’s also who brightens your day, sweet Thoma who seeks you in the middle of the night when he can’t sleep. Who accompanies you on walks through the gardens and when you need to make quick errands around town. You were thankful for his presence, for his guidance.

Ayato had really thought that his relationship with you would progress to a little something more by now. The amount of hints he drops your way, even Thoma going as far as saying that Ayato favors you differently, and why else would he spend money for you to own clothes that you couldn’t afford.

It really broke his heart to hear you call him your dearest friend. He didn’t see the way you got flustered when Thoma insinuated there had to be more than that going on. Desperately trying to pull the thought out of Thoma’s head.

Maybe Ayato just needs to be a little bit more forward with his feelings. Show you all that you could have if you were by his side, show you that your future is best suited with him.

He’s making you help him sort documents, bringing him his meals, and trying all sorts of new flavors of teas with him. He loves the way you stiffen a little when he tells you how good you’re being for him, how cute you look in your clothes, and how he’s lucky to have you for him.

He always requests for your assistance, you can’t remember the last time you even got to walk the garden with Thoma. Part of you misses him, but the other prt of you aches to be able to go shopping alone again. You want to visit a book store, maybe look at some fabrics, or even just people watch.

It’s hard to get away from Ayato’s every call.

You’re exhausted after spending the majority of the night in the studio. Paperwork sorted and you feel like you could collapse right then and there. It leads to you asking to take a break the next morning, some time away from the household so that you can refresh.

“I just need a reset day, my lord.”

You’re met with the sound of Ayato’s scribbling on paper, not once glancing up to acknowledge you. He doesn’t even seem to be a cheerful as he usually is, doesn’t even respond when you ask him if you should bring in his first meal of the day.

He watches you pick the hem of your shirt, nervously chewing your lips and he wants to kiss you. He wants to know how warm your lips feel against his cool ones, what your skin feels like under his finger tips.

He takes his gloves off, you think he’ll tell you to leave him be. When he finally looks at you, you’re relieved to see the small smile on his face. It feels different though? He doesn’t normally get up from his position to meet you, he doesn’t cup your face or trace your lips with his thumb.

The atmosphere is so thick, you feel like you’re drowning.

“You don’t have to do anything anymore” his voice is low, gravely, “just let me take care of you, you don’t even need to think.”

His lips are cold against yours. You’re hesitant to kiss him back. Your hands pushing against his shoulders.

You’re confused.

“My lord, you can’t—”

“You’re so pretty” he cuts you off, again pressing his lips to yours. This time his kiss is needier, hungrier, more carnal and less kind. His tongue is in your mouth and you’re trying your best to keep up.

He hands are everywhere, he doesn’t let an inch of your body go unexplored. He teases you, rolling your nipple in between his finger tips. He tearing your clothes off of you, cupping your breast and pressing searing hot kisses to your neck. He wastes no time, he’s been dying to see you. All of you.

He’s everywhere. His touch, his scent, his lips. He’s fluid and swift and it feels like there’s water in your lungs, you can’t breathe. You’re drowning in him, the longer you kiss.

He’s greedy, letting you breathe only to remove his own clothing. Your thoughts are lost, he’s so quick. His hands are back on yours and he’s guiding you on your back.

“You need me.” He says, you can feel how hard he is, how hot his cock feels against your bare thigh.

“I can’t” you whimper, Ayato hooks your legs over his shoulders and he’s uncomfortably close, towering over you and caging you in so that all you can see is him.

“You love playing hard to get don’t you?” He’s kissing your leg, soft and sweet, “I’ve wanted you. I’ve given you everything you need. Yet you’re so blind to what’s in front of you.”

He doesn’t give you a chance to reply, his lips are crashing down onto yours, tongue in your mouth and it’s messy.

His fingers are on your clit rubbing circles and watching in awe of your reactions. He should keep you away from others, not allow anyone else to see you so all you can think about is him. So only he can see these reactions, so only he can see how your brows knit together or when your hand reaches for his wrist.

He thinks you’re so docile, so pliant, even when the tears start forming in your eyes. He loves watching them, especially when you can feel the blunt tip of his cock at your entrance, can feel how he eases the tip in, groaning at how hot you already feel around him.

“You’re mine do you understand? Only mine.”

“Ayato.” You hiccup, breath lost when he slowly inches himself forward. His head tipping back when he feels the tight, hot walls wrapped around his cock. He soaks in the feeling, can hear your sniffles and it makes him throb.

“Crying for me already?” he’s slow at first, gentle because he know he won’t last if he moves the way he wants to. He’s holding your hands above your head his gaze locked on yours and watching the way your mouth falls when he hits that spot just right.

“Call me your Lord again.” he pants, balls hitting your ass with every thrust. He’s getting sloppier now, his grip around your hands is tighter and you can feel the knot in the pit of your belly tighten.

“My Lord- Ayato, wait” you can’t think. You’re head is spinning and your tongue feels heavy. You can feel your own slick against your thighs, against his thighs. He feels good, you feel so full of him. You’re moaning for him, begging, and pleading for him. You’re chanting his name over and over, until hot thick ropes of cum send you over the edge. He’s kissing you through your high, slipping out of you when you’ve calmed down to watch his cum drip out of you.

“Aren’t I fun to worship?”

You’re too tired to reply.

[hsakuras]

Please…please I’m begging you for just a crumb of yandere Levi, I need him 😩🤤

andy ily, im sorry if this is absolutely trash

cw: yandere levi, dubcon, jealousy, dumbification, degradation, breeding

“Strip”

He’s angry. He can’t fathom how you let yourself flirt and giggle with Erwin and Jean but you barely glance over at him.

You watch as he’s unbuttoning his shirt and you’re trying to fathom how he’s gotten most of his gear off. He pulls his button up shirt apart and you hear some of the buttons hit the floor.

“Levi can-”

His mouth slots against yours and you can feel his tongue wrapping with yours. You push against the taut muscle of his abs, trying to find create some distance between the two of you so that you can breathe. “Levi, wait” you pant and you can feel how hard he is through his pants. He pushes your legs apart with his thigh, nudging between your legs and making sure to catch your clit just right enough to make you want the friction more.

You try to move with him, find some kind of harmony where you can show him that you’re willing to hear him out.

“Levi- wait” you pant, pulling away from him when the back or your legs hit the edge of his bed.

“There’s nothing in that head of yours is there?” He asks, his fingers threading themselves through your hair before he pushes you onto the bed. “You whore yourself out to them too?”

“No!” You squeak, your mind trying to make sense out of what’s gotten him so worked up. Levi doesn’t waste anytime, every time you blink you swear he moves faster and faster. He’s undoing his belt in one moment, you can hear when it hits the floor and when he pulls his zipper down. You feel when he pushes your shirt up and peels your pants off your legs and discards them somewhere.

You feel his cold hands palming at your tits, telling you that you’re his and only his. He’ll remind you of it as many times as he has to.

You’re dizzy when he starts toying with your clit. The pads of his fingers moving in delicious circles and for an instant you forget that he was mad.

“So easy. Sloppy cunt is begging for it, yeah?”

You only nod, a whimper caught in your throat when he moves your panties to the side and exposes your folds to the cool air of the room. He places one kiss to your clit before he licks on stripe up your drooling slit.

“You’re mine! Only mine!” He repeats lining the head of his cock with your entrance, “Gonna show them. Gonna make sure you’re swollen with my fucking kids. Gonna make sure you’re my good little breeding bitch”

He inches himself forward, head thrown back at the feeling of your hot, gummy walls. It’s not the first time he’s had you like this, he’s usually pushing your thighs to your chest and telling you how pretty you are but this is different, his thrusts are sloppier and you can feel the way you’re dripping down his balls and how you crave the delicious pain every time the head of his cock kisses at your cervix. Your tongue feels heavy and you’re so full of him, so full of your Levi.

“Say you’re mine” he breathes, holding himself buried inside of you, cock twitching at your slightest move. His hand comes up to squeeze your cheeks together, forcing you to look at him. “Say I’m your breeding bitch.”

You try to move your hips but he squeezes your jaw a little harder and you know better than to challenge Levi.

“M’ your breeding bitch” you whimper, eyes closing when you feel his hips snapping against yours.

“Fuck yeah you are, you’re gonna take my cum. You’re gonna-shit- Take all of it until you’re knocked up got it?”

You nod weekly, your hand sliding in between both of your bodies to rub at your clit and begging, pleading, and crying out for Levi to make you cum. Dark spots adorn your vision and you barely hear Levi’s promise of filling you up. His dick angled perfectly at your spongey spot with every thrust and you’re digging your nails into his biceps shouting his name as he shoots thick, hot ropes of his seed into you.

You can’t remember why he was mad, not when he’s still hard and his cock is throbbing inside of you. He pinches the inside of your thigh, “we’re not fucking done yet.”

[hsakuras]

𝐖𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠 | 𝐙. 𝐘𝐞𝐚𝐠𝐞𝐫

cw: degradation, noncon, jealousy, spit, cream pie, possessiveness, alcohol consumption, toxic relationship, cheating(?), Zeke is terrible, and Levi is in this.

MINORS & AGELESS BLOGS DNI

a/n: this is for @jozhenji, my mf cinnamon apple

Zeke loves reeling you in, making empty promises when you're cuddled in his arms and then dropping you when you're no use to him anymore.

He's sick, he knows it, but you were warned. Everyone warned you about Zeke Yeager, he doesn't do relationships, doesn't even care if you cum at all. He tells the sweetest lies and loves when your eyes sting with tears and your lips pout at him when he tells you that you don't mean anything to him.

He thinks he loves the chase or the comfort of knowing that you can't block him for longer than three days. He loves when his texts finally go through and he can see what you've been posting on Instagram only for him to comment, "my beautiful girl" under the picture where no one other than Levi Ackerman stamps a heart under.

He eventually reels you into his penthouse again with chocolates and flowers and everything your pretty little heart desires. Showers you with praises and fleeting touches and an orgasm that had you seeing stars. It was a nice change of pace for him until he got bored with you again and started avoiding your calls and texts to come over.

You would see him with someone else on his arm and it would break your little heart all over again. He has to hide his hard-on when you show up to his door with tears threatening to spill over your cheeks when you spew out your false "I hate yous" and "this is the last time."

He'll close the door on you and jack off to your face that night imagining that you're crying over his cock as he spills his seed all over his hand.

He gets invited to a party one that he knows you'll show up to. It's a great place for him to catch you again, he'll tell you he's sorry, that he's changed for real this time. Most importantly, he'll tell you that he can't live without you.

In his head, it plays out perfectly, he has the flowers ready and an expensive jewelry set that he knows you won't refuse, it's ready to go until he sees you sitting on Levi’s lap taking a picture for what he’s sure is your instagram story.

He hates Levi and you know that. He feels sick, he knows he deserves this, knows that you deserve more than the treatment he gives you but you’re his.

You both make eye contact from across the room and you feel your phone vibrates a few minutes later.

Zeke: Come here. Now.

You delete it. Not wanting to ruin your night with Levi who’s getting you both drinks.

You feel your phone continue to vibrate before placing it on do not disturb. You swallow down each of the harsh liquors that Levi gives you, even swallowing when he tips your head back close to his and spits into your mouth before he kisses you. You pull away from him, alcohol settling into your system that leaves you feeling dizzy and wobbly. Your pupils are blown wide with lust when you look back at Levi who only smirks and pours another drink for you.

You take it, quickly downing the drink and ignoring the burn that goes on in your chest when you feel someone pulling you off of your date’s lap.

Your turn to look at Zeke, his eyes are dark, as if he’s giving you a warning to come with him or else. Your silence is excruciatingly loud, enough to have Levi out of his seat and stare at the man before you.

“Touch her again and you’ll regret it.” Levi says. His hand suddenly on Zeke’s arm, knuckles white with his strength. You know that two have bad blood between them but you never dared ask why.

Zeke let’s you go, not without a back up plan though.

“Have fun, Captain. She’s all yours.” He sighs, walking away to someone else he knows as if he wasn’t ready to take you away from Levi. He hears you make a comment about how he always acts like he owns you.

In Zeke’s mind, he does.

He spends the rest of the night watching you giggle and drink with your new boy toy. Cringing when Levi’s fingers trail on the tops of your thighs and when he whispers something in your ear that makes you flustered. You don’t leave his gaze even when you’re dancing and grinding on Levi and especially when you’re stumbling your way to the bathroom.

He thinks it’s the perfect time to move watching over his shoulder to make sure Levi is occupied with his colleagues to notice the way he follows your stumbling figure.

Zeke watches as you open the door, probably cursing yourself for the shoes you chose to wear which makes it harder to walk. You do your best to shut the door behind you but you frown when Zeke’s foot stops the door from shutting and he makes his way into the bathroom with you, ensuring to lock the door behind the both of you.

“Zeke” you slur, giggling when he lifts you up and sits you on the counter space next to the sink. He doesn’t say a word to you as he squeezes your cheeks together. His grip is rough but your reactions are slow, you weakly place your hands on top of his wrist before he presses into your cheeks harder.

“Whores don’t get to touch me.” He seethes.

You whine when he lets your face go in favor of pushing your dress up, his eyes nearly bug out when he sees the panties you’re wearing.

Pretty lace little thing, he hasn’t even seen them before.

You try to pull your dress back down, hoping you can save a shred of your dignity before he starts his relentless teasing.

“So that’s what you want? Suddenly you stop taking my calls and replying to my texts all to be someone else’s bitch?”

“Not his bitch.” You quip, not fighting when Zeke keeps your dress bunched up at your hips, “not anyone’s bitch”

He slips your panties down your legs, puts them in his pocket for later.

You can’t even finish your sentence, not when Zeke’s fingers are prodding at your entrance, already slick with arousal from grinding on Levi’s hardening cock earlier.

“No? Is that why you cry when you can’t have me?” His thumb is circling your clit now, it makes you throw your head back when you feel his middle finger slowly slide into your drooling entrance.

“Zeke, no. Levi’s waiting f’me”

“Whores like you don’t tell me no.” You can’t argue, can’t even try to push him off. Not when the room is spinning and Zeke’s fingers curl deliciously into your sweet spot as he finger fucks you.

“Does he know you love when I’m mean to you?” You nod your head no, not trusting your voice when Zeke’s still working your orgasm out of you. He inserts another finger and you can hear how sloppy your pussy is getting. Zeke bends down enough to press a kiss to your clit before he spits on it. He continues his ministrations, continues to finger you when he feels your walls clamping around his digits and you struggle to keep in your whines.

You can feel the coil threatening to snap in your belly, can feel the heat of your orgasm running through your veins and you’re blindsided by how quickly Zeke is able to push you over the edge. Your whine is louder than you wanted it to be followed by a garbled “Zeke.” You’re trying to hop off the counter but hearing Zeke undo his belt snaps you out of it.

“Zeke, I can’t” you pant.

“You can and you will.”

“Levi is gonna come looking for me.” You try to convince yourself of that. Even when Zeke is lining the tip of his cock with your entrance pressing himself into you and letting his head tilting back at the warmth of your hot, wet cunt.

Zeke pulled you into a kiss, his tongue finding yours and swirling around your muscle before pulling away. He knew you loved to watch the string of saliva that kept the two of you connected. He grabs your jaw again, tilting your head back and squeezing it as a silent command for you to open your mouth.

You hear it before it happens, swallowing his spit before you register that he must have seen the way Levi spit into your mouth earlier. The thought makes you flusters, your walls squeezing around his length as he begins to fuck you harder.

“Zeke, fuck!” you whine, “fuck fuck fuck!”

“Yeah? And here you were telling me no. You don’t even know that you need me.”

He stops when he thrusts himself in to a hilt, his balls resting against your ass and your legs locked around his wait.

“You’re mine and only mine, got it?”

He waits for you to nod, before he starts moving again. This time he wants you to cum, wants you to milk his cock for all that he’s worth. His hips are snapping against yours, cock kissing your sweet spot over and over again until you’re cumming with a string of curses and the sound of his name leaving your lips.

It doesn’t take him that much longer for him to spill himself inside of you. Pulling his softening cock out of you and tucking himself back into his pants.

He reaches into his pocket pulling your panties out and pulling them back up over your legs. He uses his fingers to push his cum that seeps out of your abused hole back in.

He presses a kiss to your forehead, helping you stand up and pull your panties back up. He’s fixing your dress and then leaning into your ear, you allow yourself to lean against him, letting yourself fall into the comfort that Zeke would take away.

“When you go back out there, tell your boyfriend I hope he enjoys the taste of my spunk out of your pretty little pussy.”

[hsakuras]

cw: drug dealer! mattsun, drugs(weed, pills(not specified)), dubcon, mentions of baby trapping, breeding, tbh it’s kinda toxic, just self indulgence bc this mf lives in my brain rn.

Issei who’s known for always having anything and everything. It’s just something he does, it’s how you met after all, when your best friend wanted you to try weed for the first time and Mattsun offered to roll the blunt for both of you if you gave him your number.

Issei who loves when you tag along with him while you sort through all the pretty pills and funky patterns on the little baggies of weed he’s got in his glove box. Occasionally he’ll slip a pill into your mouth loves when you come up to him needy and whiney, loves when you’re slurring your words and tugging at his shirt or slipping your hands under it. Your pupils are blown and he can’t get enough of the way you say his name.

He adores you, his pretty needy thing, especially when he’s counting out how much money he’s made and how you’re already slipping down to your knees and palming at his clothed cock, undoing his belt with slow movements and he swears he can see you practically drooling for him.

Mattsun who’ll grab your chin and ask what you’re doing only to see how fucked you are and watch as your struggle with his belt.

“Need you, Mattsun”

“Who?”

“Need you, Issei. Really bad.”

He’ll give you what you want, he can’t say no to you. Not when you’re always drunk off his cock and whining for him when he bounces you like you’re some toy for him to use. Loves when you grab his hands and place them on your hips, loves feeling the soft, squishy flesh there accompanied by your moans that fly straight south.

He loves flipping you over so you’re under him, how pliable you are when you let him press your knees to your chest and when you squeal about how you can feel his hot, heavy balls against your ass. It catches him off guard when you start asking him to cum inside of you, to fuck his seed into you, to breed you.

Mattsun who doesn’t think twice about it, lets himself go and revel in the feeling of your gummy walls sucking him in and milking him for all he’s worth as he spills himself into you.

You can’t go anywhere if you’re knocked up.

[hsakuras]

cw: cheating, use of ‘touya’, spit, praise, possessiveness, breeding kink, car sex, sorry for any errors! Not proofread!

Your phone ringing wakes you up suddenly, your heart beating out of your chest when you look over at Keigo who’s still asleep.

The number on your phone isn’t saved but you know exactly who it is.

“Come pick me up”

“Touya? Do you have any idea what time it is?” you look over at Keigo again, red wings sprawled out next to you as you slowly and quietly slip out of your shared bed to go to your bathroom.

“Aw, what’s wrong? Still playing house with your boyfriend?” Dabi teases. You want to hang up. You really wish you could but you’re already padding your way out of your bathroom to grab Keigo’s jacket and slip on your shoes. You’re not sure what excuse you’ll give him when he realizes you’re not home.

“Seriously, come pick me up. It’s not like he knows anyway.” You want to scoff, remind him that Keigo always knows more than he leads on, he’s the number two pro hero for a reason.

“Where are you?” your voice louder and Dabi can hear the click of your front door shutting behind you.

“At the bar, you know which one.”

“This..this is the last time.” You say before hanging up. You’re pulling your keys out of your purse, guilt slowly seeping into your gut at the thought of Keigo waiting for you at home. You hope he doesn’t wake up before you can climb back into bed with him.

Dabi isn’t hard to spot when you pull up the dingy bar on the bad side of town, he stands alone and he doesn’t hesitate to swing the door open and plop into your passenger seat with a cheeky smile. For a second you can almost see the old Touya, ready to tease you for always following him around like some lost puppy.

You don’t say anything while driving him home, the smell of alcohol taking over your senses when he begins to speak about how he almost got into a fight with someone and ended up getting kicked out. He’s the only one who laughs.

“You’re really mad at me? What? You suddenly can’t wait to go back to being a hero’s whor—”

“Enough! Find someone else to call!” You slam on your breaks when you pull close enough to his shitty apartment.

“You don’t mean that.” He says, calmly, “you’d be jealous if I called someone else.”

He grabs your jaw with his hand, it’s warmer than Keigo’s. He’s looking down at you, almost like he’s waiting for you to protest, he smirks when you don’t.

“If I stopped calling you who’d bring your Touya back home, hm?”

Your Touya. He knows it breaks your heart when he calls himself yours, knows that he left you heart broken years ago only for him to call you again when you started dating Mr. Number Two Pro Hero.

“Tell me, do you really want me to stop?” He brings his face closer to yours, lips almost ghosting your own before he lets you go. “Waiting on an answer, babe, I don’t got all night. ”

“No.” You reply, looking anywhere but his eyes. He squeezes your cheeks a little tighter, “That’s what I thought.”

He gets out of the car and you watch as he makes his way over the the driver’s side before swinging open your door.

“Get out.” he says it as if he isn’t pulling you out by Keigo’s jacket sleeve.

He opens the back driver’s door to your car, guides you inside of it before following in. You try to tell him to lock the doors, nervous that someone will see that your car is still running. He reaches over to turn off your headlights and you realize it’s the closest you’ve been to him since he disappeared from your life all those years ago.

“Tell me something,” he’s lacing his fingers with yours, “Do you know how hard it is to watch you on tv with him?” He pulls you closer to him, manhandling you so that you’re on top of him, he adjusts himself as he makes you straddle him, “You have any idea what it’s like when I see him? I wanna gouge his eyes out for even looking at you, for touching you.”

He’s peeling the jacket off of you, he must know it’s Keigo’s. Why else would he be tugging at it so harshly? He’s bringing you back down towards him again, letting his lips ghost yours and reveling in how pliant and pretty you are for him.

“Did you want to make me mad? See if I’d come crying back into your arms?” You can see the hurt in his eyes and it genuinely makes your heart ache, you let him kiss you. Fighting the tears pricking at your eyes when he pulls away too soon.

“You were supposed to wait for me.” He seethes, capturing your lips with his own and groaning when he feels your tongue slipping into his mouth. It’s just like you used to do, when you would sneak around with him and meet him in the back alleys of town only for him to disappear a few days later. He pulls away, his erection growing under you when he sees the translucent string of spit still connecting both your mouths.

“Touya” your voice is breathier, trying to compose your thoughts because you do miss him. “I didn’t know—”

He doesn’t let you finish, only ruts his hips up against yours and you can feel his length through his pants.

“Show me.” He says, his hands trailing up and under your shirt to pinch your nipples. He stifles a groan when he realizes you’re not even wearing a bra.

“Show me that you’re still mine.”

Your hands move before you can think anything through, your core pooling with arousal as you quickly undo his belt. Your Touya is back, for now, and even if the moment is brief you’re happy that he remembers that you’ve always been there for him.

You pull his pants and boxers down enough for his cock to spring free, it makes your mouth water when you notice the pretty pearl of pre cum sitting at the tip. You want to show him how much you’ve missed him but you’re both impatient and you’re reminded of it when his cock twitches under your palm.

“Touya” you whine, pulling your shorts and panties to the side and lining him up with your already drooling entrance.

“Already that wet for me, doll? Your boyfriend not fuck you every night? That’s a shame.” His hands find your hips and slowly guide you down his length, his cock throbbing at the feeling of your tight, gummy walls around him.

“If you were mine, I’d fuck your pretty little pussy every chance I had.” He bucks up into you, your hands steadying yourself on his chest. “Fuck, you’re still so tight” he throws his head back when you begin to bounce in tune with him.

“C’mere” he demands, grabbing your biceps and pulling you down so your face is closer to his, “spit in my mouth”

You feel him shift his legs, planting his feet onto the floorboard before he starts fucking up into you faster. The head of his cock hitting your spot deliciously and eliciting moans from your chest, forcing your nails to dig into his skin.

He’s always loved seeing you like this, fucked out and your eyes begging him for more. He loves when you listen to him, he watches as you hover over his mouth waiting for the snap of his hips to slow before gathering your saliva and spitting it right onto his awaiting tongue. He swallows it, feeling how you clamp down around him when he does.

“Good girl.” He breathes, “Gonna make you feel good, princess, fuck”

He begins a new pace, rapid and sloppy. He loves that he can hear how wet your are, loves the wet squelch echoing in the car each time he thrusts up. He pulls you flush against him, grabbing a handful of your ass as he continues to abuse your cunt.

“This pussy is mine you hear me? You belong to me. You’re mine.”

“S’all yours, Touya. All for you” you slur, your eyes rolling into the back of your head when the tip of his dick kisses your cervix.

“You’re so tight, doll. So full of me. Wanna be even fuller? Want me to cum inside of you? Want me to knock you up? Let that little boyfriend of yours know who your really belong to?”

You moan at the thought, mindlessly babbling and agreeing to everything he’s saying. Pleading for him to cum with you, to please cum inside of you, to breed you.

“I’m gonna cum inside of you, fill you up, fuck a baby into your belly. Are you ready, doll? Take it. Fuck, take my fucking cum.”

His thrusts are sloppier as he’s cumming, pushing you to your own high with a silent scream as he fills you with hot ropes of his cum. He lets you stay there with him, your chest against his before kissing you on the forehead. His cock still throbbing inside of you.

“Touya” you whisper, opening your eyes and seeing the red feather half way slipped out of Keigo’s pocket of his jacket sitting in the front seat.

“He knows now.”

He’ll just have to deal with Hawks later.

[hsakuras]

Day 1 | Breeding Kink | T. Todoroki

cw: breeding, baby trapping, noncon/dubcon/coercion(?), degradation

kinktober masterlist

A“c’mon, you can do better than that” Dabi mocks, large hands guiding your hips up and down the length of his cock.

“Touya, can’t-" you choke, thighs burning with every bounce. It doesn’t help when Dabi’s bucking his hips up into yours, making you dizzy and knocking the air out of you.

He has more patience for you than anyone in his life, loves seeing how fucked out you get, loves hearing you beg him to cum inside of you, to fill you up again, and again, and again.

He’s impatient today though.

He rolls his eyes before flipping you both, bringing one of your legs over his shoulder and grabbing your face, squeezing your cheeks together.

“Gotta do everything my damn self” he seethes, hips thrusting sharp against yours, making your eyes roll and nails dig into his forearm, "you're so spoiled, lucky your cunt is my favorite--fuck you feel so good." His eyes wander down to wear his cock sinks into your cunt watching the translucent white ring forms at the base before he feels your legs wrapped around his waist, "Touya, gonna cum, needa cum please!"

"Yeah, you're gonna cum, pretty baby, cum for me, cmon." You squeal as he aims his hips against yours enough to catch your clit, his name spilling from your lips as your mouth falls open in pleasure.

Your high spurs him on, his hair white and sticky with sweat sticking to his forehead as he continued his assault on your sensitive pussy.

"Fuck, I'm gonna cum" he seethes eyes closed and he attempts to push back against your taut legs around him.

"Cum inside, Touya, wanna have a baby." you whine, delighted when you see the panic rise when he tries to pry your legs from around his waist, "Shit, need to cum, baby, let me go." he pleads, attempting to hold off his orgasm.

Dabi knows you're spoiled, he lets you call him by his name, lets you get away with every single stupid little tantrum and pout you throw his way, but today he's impatient.

"You want it so bad? Wanna be my little breeding bitch?" You babble out yes, pulling him closer to you, wanting him to be deeper inside of you.

He smirks and this time panic rises inside of your chest, he folds your legs into your chest, letting his full weight fall onto your tight, sloppy cunt as he snaps his hips faster and harder, "Always bitchin' at me about cumming inside of you, so fucking insatiable, wanna get knocked up? is that it? want me to fuck a baby into your belly?"

"Yes! Touya! Fill me up, pleasepleaseplease." you rasp, Dabi's content when he sees your brows knit together, loves that he can feel your nails against his skin, "God, you sound like a fucking slut. Is that what you are, my little slut?"

You can only nod, Dabi thrusting inside of you further until the tip of his cock kisses your cervix. He lets a sinister laugh out when he finally allows himself to spil inside of you, reveling in the feeling of your hot, gummy walls sucking him in and milking him for all he's worth. "Don't come crying to me when you end up knocked up."

You stay silent as he pulls his softening cock from you.

[hsakuras]

warmth

armin arlert x afab! reader

cw: sacrilegious, corruption, blackmail, photographing(noncon) reader wears a purity ring, degradation, hair pulling, spit, terrible use of my catholic upbringing, dark content, loss of virginity

wc: 2.1k

a/n: please please please read the content warnings. also, @ohno-otome i love u, this is dedicated to you.

Your ring gleams under the church lights, it’s what Armin first caught sight of when he met you. You were sitting at the pew across from him, cute little white sundress on and accessories to match. You sat next to your father who spent most of his time at the church, volunteering to always teach Sunday school and always making sure that all the boys stay away from you. He kept Armin late after mass had ended, making him help set up for Wednesdays services and even guiding him to lead some of the classes. He hated it, but he supposes it’s not bad when he gets to send you cute winks and smiles that he knows fluster you.

You can’t deny that Armin catches your eye too. He’s always kind and helpful. His button up shirts are pressed and clean, the shades of blue he wears makes his eyes pop and his hair always looks so soft. You think his undercut suits him better than his old hairstyle, your father tells you a lot about him. How he helps him around during Sunday school classes and maybe he’d be okay if you just go introduce yourself to him. Just say hi, after all, your father says that he’s a “well-rounded” guy. You nod your head no, looking down at your ring, your visible commitment to remain pure for your true love.

How naive you are.

Your father leaves for a conference for the weekend, leaving you to attend church alone for the first time since Armin has seen you. He can’t help but notice how much shorter your dress is, how pretty the bold red fabric looks against your skin tone and how it hugs your body better than your other dresses do. You’re always dressed well for church.

During mid service, Armin notices you wrapping your arms together and how you hold yourself in trying to stay warm. Silly girl, you should have known better than to sit right under the vent, but it’s usually where you and your dear old dad sit, he can’t blame you.He gets up, stretching his arms before making his way next to you and offering you his cardigan. It’s white and it makes the red of your dress pop even more. You accept it, giving Armin a small smile and scooting down to make room for him on the pew. The priest calls for everyone to pray, offering soft music and quiet time for those who wish to come and ask him for his blessing.

“Thank you” you whisper, you know that your father would be upset at you for not reciting your prayers, “you’re welcome, pretty girl.” Armin quips, reveling in how you play with the hem of your dress when you sit back down. He follows right after, watching goosebumps littering your thighs

“It’s pretty cold, you should sit closer to me next time,” he whispers. He places his hand on your thigh and you do your best to stop the squeak that comes from your mouth.

His hand is hot, and too close to the hem of your dress he makes a comment about how cool your skin feels under his touch and how it feels good. You feel him squeeze your thigh before he leans back and closes his eyes. He’s ethereal, long blonde eyelashes splaying against the tops of his cheeks before he opens them and catches you staring at him. You turn your head away from him, doing your best to ignore how flustered and clammy you feel.

“You know, I’ve always thought that you’re so cute.” He takes your left hand in his and you miss the heat of his hand on your thigh too quickly. He plays with your ring, until you feel him slip it off. “Oh sorry- I didn’t know you were engaged, everyone here always talks about how kind you are and I thought that I-” “I’m not engaged. It’s a purity ring, my promise to my future love that I am his and only his.”

He looks down at it, watching the diamond glisten while you ramble on about how important purity is for you. He has to stifle a laugh, pocketing the ring and watching your face fall.

“It’s okay, sweetheart, I’ll give it back if you come to the Sunday school class after this.”

He walks away before you can say anything, you want to argue with him, have half a mind to grab onto his arm and demand that he give your ring back. You can’t though, not when Armin is charming some old lady and helping her out of her seat to her car, he catches you watching him and he sends you another one of his signature winks along with a kiss your way. You think back to what your father said about Armin.He surely wouldn’t keep your ring from you forever would he?

Armin plays with your ring in his pocket, a reminder of your precious faithful promise to your future lover and a hot reminder of how short your dress was on you today. His cardigan was longer on you than your own dress was. He tries to ignore the throbbing of his cock, thankful that everyone was sitting down and reading scripture, wondering what you would say if you knew what you did to him. What your pretty little ring does to him.

He ends the class early, sees you standing at the door with your arms crossed and his cardigan still on you. He waits until everyone leaves to approach you, “don’t be mad at me, just needed a little something of yours since you have something of mine.” he says, voice smooth as he fixes his cardigan, pulling it closer together in front of your tits. He grabs your hand again and, fuck, does it piss him off when you pull away from him. You’re peeling his cardigan off, handing it back to him and politely telling him “thank you.”

He stands there for a moment, watching your pleading eyes before he turns away from you. “You want to know why I actually gave it to you?” His gaze is different and it makes you feel small, vulnerable even, “it’s because your dress is a little short, don’t you think? I mean thank God, I’m here or who knows who could have gotten the wrong idea about you.”

“It’s not that short, Armin.” you counter, looking at the mirror hanging on the wall and wondering if it really was shorter than your other dresses, “You’re lucky I gave you my sweater” he stands behind you, watching your face in the mirror before he embraces you from behind. “So lucky I kept you warm.” his face is right against yours and you feel flustered again, no one has touched you like this before. He grabs your face with his hand turning your head towards his, “so lucky I’m here to keep you pure, hm?” He presses a kiss to your temple, your cheek, and then on your lips. Armin is warm, the memory of his hand on your thigh plays in your head and you begin to wonder where else his hand would feel warm, if his touches are always light and gentle or if there’s weight to them like the weight of the sin that is taking over your thoughts for imagining him the way that you are.

He’s in front of you now, reminding you that you’re so pretty. Any one would be lucky to have you by their side, he kisses your lips again and you like it. His lips are soft and his words are like honey, you don’t even notice when he guides you towards his desk, helping you lift your hips so that you can sit on it. He makes sure to keep your legs spread, both of his hands on the tops of your thighs and playing with the hem of your dress. He kisses you again and this time it’s the warmth of his tongue against yours, his hands daring to travel up higher under the hem of your dress.He groans when you rut against him, his fingers playing with the waistband of your panties before pulling them down your legs, breaking the kiss to pocket them. He keeps your dress bunched up at your waist, legs spread open and pussy exposed to his hungry eyes. “How pretty, angel.” Your breath hitches at the feeling of his thumbs pressing up against the soft flesh on either side of your cunt. Armin can feel how wet you’re getting and he has to hide his excitement because he wants to absolutely fucking ruin you.

He spreads your folds with his thumbs, mouth watering when he can feel your slick and how warm you are. He leans down, debating whether or not to stay on his knees, opting to lick a long stripe against your slit and pressing a kiss to your clit before coming back up and kissing you, making you taste yourself before pulling away.

Your mind is hazy and you can’t help but wonder how you ended up under him, watching as he unbuttons his shirt and pulls his pants and underwear down enough to let his cock spring free. You watch the fabric all bunched up on his thighs, his cock throbbing and his tip pretty and pink with a pretty pearl of precum sitting on the top.”Armin” you whimper, when you feel him press the tip to your drooling entrance, he pulls the front of your dress down, watching your tits spill over the fabric, “my ring.” you whine, looking up at him with tears in your eyes.

He laughs, light and airy, before digging it out. He looks at the diamonds on it again before looking at you. He leans forward, prodding at your bottom lip with the ring, placing it between your teeth and telling you to hold it there or else he’ll tell everyone what a whore you are and how you came onto him.

Your eyes sting with tears but it’s nothing compared to the sting and burn of Armin when he sheathes himself in, holding you close and cooing at how you look so pretty under him, he knew that your cunt was made for him and him only, you said so yourself. Your legs are shaking around him, your hands clinging onto his shirt as he buries himself inside of your perfect pussy, in and out, in and out, in and out. He swears he’s in heaven, can see the white pearly gates when he closes his eyes and loses himself in the way you’re whining his name, pleading him for what God only knows, and begging him to come closer to you.

His hands smooths your hair away from your face before he cards his hand through it before he’s pulling at it, your scalp burning from how rough he’s being, the ring in your mouth almost slipping out with a particularly harsh thrust. “Dirty whore, always knew you were.” he spits, hips snapping against yours and moving the desk with each swing of his hips, “look at you, such a pretty little slut getting fucked.” he grabs his phone, quickly finding the camera and snapping a picture of you before throwing it back behind you.

Armin smiles at you, it’s not the innocent, sweet smiles he’s sent your way before. This was saccharine, covered in ridicule. He shifts you further down on his desk, his weight crashing down on top of you each time he thrusts his hips, you’re babbling mindlessly about how you feel funny, how he needs to slow down, and how he keeps hitting a spot that makes the pleasure unbearable. Your vision goes white and Armin squishes your cheeks together causing your ring to fall out of your mouth.His eyes glued to your bouncing tits while he revels in the feeling of your velvety walls sucking him in and clamping down on his length. He looks back up at you, spits on your face and moans when he feels your walls squeeze his dick again, “if you wanted me to fuck you” he says between thrusts, slowly losing his rhythm, slowly succumbing to the feeling in the pit of his belly, “you should have just asked.” he punctuates the last word with a harsh thrust, the tip of his cock kissing your cervix before spilling himself inside of you. Warmth filling up your insides before he draws his cock out and pulls you off the desk and down to your knees.

“Couldn’t stop thinking about you on your knees” he says, you’re trying to keep your thighs together, you can feel his cum dripping out of you but he only pulls you forward towards his navel by your hair, “say a prayer” he mocks, placing the head of his cock against your lips.

You don’t reply, only open your mouth and allow Armin’s warmth to fill you again.

[hsakuras]

sigh, unfortunately this was in my head & @jozhenji encourages all of my scummy armin thoughts

cw: cheating/infidelity, oral (f. receiving), degradation(he calls you a whore one time), fingering, finger sucking, sry eren, squirting, if this sucks im so sorry, not proofread

part 1

Eren is everything you have ever wanted in your future spouse.

He has a good job, a nice car, a kind demeanor, and he treats you better than any of your previous partners ever have. He never forgets an anniversary and always plans your dates. He’s nothing like the men your friends complain about and they always remind you that you should be thankful.

He proposed to you on the night of your three year anniversary, he even made sure that your parents were there so that you could celebrate. You ignored the sinking feeling in your stomach and your trembling hands when you uttered the word “yes.” Your parents and all of your friends cheering and coming out from their hiding places when Eren slipped the ring on your finger. “It’s pretty” you said, hoping that the tears building in your eyes were convincing enough to be from happiness and not guilt. You weren’t lying. The diamond he picked out was beautiful and something more expensive than you have ever seen. It never bothered him to spend as much as he wanted on you, he would remind you that you deserve the best in life. He’d happily buy you every designer and luxury item in the world if he could.

That night when he pressed his lips to yours he would remind you that if you wanted the sky, he would bring it down just for you. He whispers how much he loves you, how you were made for him when the two of you are in bed and you’re closing your eyes and forcing yourself to moan out Eren’s name, while picturing his best friend.

When he finally finished the weight of your ring became heavy on your hand, you forced yourself up to the bathroom, tucking Eren under the blankets whispering an apology as you left your bedroom.

Armin was there, why wouldn’t he be? He helped Eren plan the proposal. He’s who took your pictures and videos when Eren got down on one knee. His sweet smile and blue eyes were so charming and convincing when he cried that he was just so happy for his best friend. “They’re really made for each other you know?”he hiccuped, watching your figure from afar as your best friend embraced him. “Aw, Armin, you’re so sweet! One day you’ll find someone just like Eren did!” He’s so convincing to your friends even more so when he gives an impromptu speech about how absolutely honored and excited he is to be a part of your big day. For a minute he almost convinced you that he was happy for the both of you. Almost.

“Keep the ring on when you see me later.” Armin’s voice is barely a whisper when he hugs you. He gives you a peck on the cheek, something so innocent compared to who he actually is. He embraces Eren again before following your friends to the elevator, he never stops looking at you as the doors closed.

The knock at your door doesn’t come fast enough. You know it’s part of the game, part of Armin’s game. He likes to keep you awake way past midnight, he loves when you scold him and tell him that this, this is definitely the last time you’re going to sneak him into your apartment while Eren’s here.

He laughs when you tell him that, “you’re so full of shit, you know?”

He doesn’t give you a chance to answer, his hand cupping squishing your cheeks while he tells you to open your mouth and smirks when you do. Arousal begins to pool in between your legs when you feel his spit hit your tongue and Armin doesn’t miss the sound you make when a cute, breathy moan escapes your throat.

“Didn’t your fiancé just fuck you? Why are you calling me for?” he teases, pushing you towards the couch, “you just that cock hungry, or is he not giving you what you need?”

“Armin, please”

“answer my question.” he probes, happy when you lay back on the couch for him. His fingers finding their way under your silk night dress, something that you wear just for him.

“Armin..make me feel good, please.” you squeak.

“Hmm, only because you asked so nicely.” His fingers toy with your clit, eliciting sparks of delicious pleasure through your body. He pulls the front of your dress down, his free hand coming up to palm your breast before he pinches your nipples.

“Does he know yet?” Armin’s middle and rings fingers are inching his way inside if you, scissoring them when he’s buried to his knuckles, “Does he know he can’t satisfy you like I can?”

“N-no!” your eyes are shut when Armin already finds your sweet spot, something that took Eren months to achieve.

It should make you sick, remorseful even to hear how disgustingly wet you are for your fiancé’s best friend, but you can’t ignore the knot building in the pit of your stomach or the lewd squelching.

“Look at that.” he coos, pulling his fingers out to watch your strings of your essence connecting his fingers, before sucking them into his mouth “fucking ambrosia, baby.”

He hooks your leg over his shoulder immediately attaching his lips to your puffy clit. He groans when your fingers find his hair, you know better than to pull, know that it’ll piss him off and then you’re really in trouble.

His tongue delves in between your folds, it’s hot and makes you dizzy when he dips it inside of your clenching pussy. He goes back to your clit, bringing his fingers back inside of you and watching you struggle to keep quiet as you fall apart on his tongue and fingers. He thinks he should take this little game up a notch, he moans loudly when he feels you begin to clamp around his digits. His tongue flicking your cunt to watch your eyes widen in fear as how loud he’s being.

“Fuck—Armin, shh—shit!” He’s pumping his fingers in and out of you even harder, addicted to the way your gooey folds look for him and only for him.

“Oh? Saying my name so loud, baby. Don’t wanna wake Eren up now do we?” You can’t respond, not when he’s got you on the verge of your orgasm, not when his lips and tongue are at your clit again. He loves when you try to close your thighs around him, it drives him fucking crazy.

His free arm pins you down, the only noise in the room is your sopping cunt and Armin’s moans. You wish you could tell him to shut up, but it’s impossible when your tongue feels heavy and the only thing you can say is “Armin! More! More!”

He’s more than happy to oblige, presses one last kiss to your clit before his focus and strength go to his fingers buried in your sweet little hole.

“Cum.” He demands, he maneuvers himself so that he can kiss you, tongue delving into your mouth so you can taste yourself. “Cum now or not at all” he grits. Your hand trying to push at his wrist before the knot in your belly snaps and you’re squirting all over him.

“That’s what I’m talking about, dirty whore.”

Your thighs twitch and tremble around him, he slowly pulls his fingers out of you standing up and wiping your cum on your night dress.

“If you weren’t my best friend’s fiance, I would keep you to myself.” he says, pulling your dress down. He leans down to kiss your temple, “too bad I don’t like cheaters.”

“Get out.” You seethe, pushing him away.

He smiles at you, you’re his favorite play thing.

“I helped pick out the ring, glad you kept it on.”

You only watch as he leaves.

[hsakuras]

cw: drugs(weed, molly), drug dealer! Connie(timeskip Connie), brain dump bc I don't wanna do my project or pack anymore, creampie, unprotected sex, slight dumbification, dubcon

no bc no one is ready for Connie who loves blowing smoke in your face and loves how fucking stuck up you are. you know what strains you want and what gets you the highest, you scoff when he tells you that you need to slow down on smoking and mock him when he tells you not to take molly because he knows you can't handle it.

& he's right, you're all over him, climbing over his lap in a skirt that's too short and wrapping your arms around his neck and pulling him in for a sloppy kiss that he accepts. Your tongue swirling with his and his palms sneaking under your skirt to massage the flesh of your ass before telling you that he's so fucking hard, wants to know what your pretty pussy feels like wrapped around his cock.

His words fly south and your hands are moving too slow for your liking, his belt is impossible to undo and you curse under your breath because everything feels so fucking hot and you just want some kind of relief. Connie's touch feels so nice and cool against your thighs but you absolutely melt when he finally undoes his belt and lets his cock free and you can feel the tip nudging at your entrance.

He grabs your face and makes you look at him as you slowly impale yourself on his cock, drinking up your facial expressions and cute little whines of "connie, s'full"

connie who bounces you up n down on his cock over and over again until you're nothing but his dumb little whore, begging for him to cum inside of you. Nothing but his little cum dump who will always come crawling back to him for more from now on.

[hsakuras]

Day 4 | Drugs | A. Arlert

cw: dubcon, drugs(molly), exists in the same universe as trap, praise

Armin is fun like a whirlwind of thrills and giggles. He has everything and anything that can make you feel good. You know that behind his kind smile and seemingly innocent pure eyes is someone who pushes and leaves with wads of cash after a party only to tell you to follow him and push some pretty colored pills into your mouth while you’re making out with him.

He loves the faraway look in your eyes he says, when you look at him only to notice how dilated his pupils are and how you’re both absolutely fucked up.

It’s why you’re with him again, in a sea of people dancing with him as he pulls your head to face him demands that you open your mouth a little for him to slide another pill into your mouth again before swirling his tongue with yours.

When he pulls away he watches you smile and he knows he’ll have you in the palm of his hand in no time.

It always starts out slow, you feel everything at once, the bass of the music, Armin’s lithe fingers trailing up and down your body and how he squeezes your tits as he’s dancing with you before pulling you to some room. He doesn’t waste any time, his lips are on yours and he’s stripping you of your clothes frantically.

“Get these off” he pants, gesturing to your jeans. You comply with his help, watching as he throws his shirt off, messing up his hair before he’s peeling your jeans and panties down your legs. He guides you to the bed, gently pushing you back onto the plush comforter.

“I’ve been so fucking hard since I saw you, you look so fucking good.” He’s fumbling with the button of his pants, pulling them down enough so that his cock springs free. His arm comes down against your head shaking, trying to keep himself up.

The head of his cock rubs against your slit, coating it in your arousal causing him to groan. “Fuck, prettiest fucking pussy ever.” he slowly inches his way inside of your gummy walls, reveling in the feeling of how hot it feels around his length before he begins to slowly thrust.

“Min, feel so good” you slur, veins on fire from how he makes you feel. He smiles down at you, your hands clinging onto his arms, your attempt and grounding yourself.

“So fucking pretty for me, look at you, shit--you’re so fucked up I can tell.” he seethes, picking up his pace until he’s burying himself to the hilt over and over again.

You can’t talk, your tongue feels so heavy in your mouth. You can only moan out for Armin and your attempt of letting his name spill from your lips. He screws his eyes shut when your thighs twitch and tremble around him, he hooks one of your legs over his shoulder allowing him to go deeper and faster.

“Can’t get enough of this fucking pussy, it’s mine right? Tell me. Tell me it’s mine and I’ll make you cum.”

“s’all yours, Armin” you squeal, brows knitting and mouth falling in pleasure when he angles his thrusts over the spongy spot inside of you. It makes tears brim your eyes & Armin’s rougher than usual, determined to deliver your bliss because you get so needy when you’re rolling and fucked out. He wants it ingrained in his memory forever, wants to relive the moment you fall apart from him over and over again.

“Fuck, fuck, fuck” your voice whinier than you’d like but you can’t help it when he finally send you over the edge. Your thighs squeezing his waist and mouth falling open so pretty for him, “good fucking girl” he says, slowly sliding out until only the tip is inside of you.

His hands still feel hot on your skin, he pinches the inside of your thigh to bring your attention to him.

“Look at me,” he says, “we’re not done yet, gotta give me another one, pretty.”

[hsakuras]

drug dealers mattsun, inumaki, n armin are heavy on the brain rn

[hsakuras]

im eating pecan pie for breakfast & thinking about sacrilege content bc of @ohno-otome & also thinking about drug dealer itadori bc of @kalesugar