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—Eren Jaeger kînks!!

※*✦ CW: f!reader, mating press, overstim, mikasa x reader, armin x reader, fxf, face sitting, oral (f. Receiving), bitsy mean eren, daddy kînk, light breeding (blame j for this), predator/prey play, crying, hints at monsterfûcking, threesomes, praise and degradation, dirty talk, manhandling, exhibition, public sèx ig, size difference(?), dni criteria.

※*✦ Note. Ok I just— I needed to get ereh outta my system. I love him sm ;( whO next? atsumu or gojo's kinks? Thanks to @screechingmelon for helping me out with armin's dialogue <3

#tags: @ztoji @xybrwhore @kireirengoku (here, for thee) @shibuyawardnetwork @beware-of-the-rogue

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— Dacryphilia

He loves to see the pretty tears bubble up in your eyes when he's fucking you deep and hard. A sly smirk displays deviously on his lips when he notices you struggle to keep the tears from rolling down your cheeks,“'s too deep, ereh!”

even if you whine, his big palms push up your knees to your chest, folding you in half as his fat cock bullies into your cunt, abusing your fluttering walls till he's satisfied,“crying already, y/n?” eren mocks, ramming his hips into yours harshly

“eren! Slow- ah, slow down, please,” your hand pushes against his chest to get him to lessen his assault on your pussy but he didn't budge,“Hm, why should I?”

Laughing at your futile attempt, he fucks you harder, pushing you through a hasty orgasm. Your nails dig into his skin as you cry out, cumming hard on his cock with a fresh set of tears boiling down your face.

Leaning down to kiss your wet cheeks, eren's tongue licks away at the salty droplets,“What a pretty crybaby I have.” his voice is a deep husk as his thrusts get sloppier

“Gonna fill you up real nice, yea?” his cock presses right against your cervix as he starts cumming,“And you're gonna be a good girl and keep it all in.”

— Dirty talk

“What a fuckin' filthy cunt you got, pretty girl. I can never get used to how tight you are no matter how many times I fuck yo- you— oh fuck!” his voice falters as your pussy clenches around his cock.

“You're clamping down on me, baby. Does it turn you on when I whisper filth in your ear?” his lips are pressed to your earlobe, growls fanning right against your skin,“Like this?” you can't help the whine tumbling from your lips at his words.

“What? Want me to tell you more bout how pretty your tight little cunt looks taking my cock so obediently?” his fingers remove the few strands of hair sticking to your sweaty forehead,“Want daddy to praise you, hm?”

“You're my little cumslut, aren't you? C'mon, say it, whore. Or I won't let you cum on my cock.” he urges, pausing his rhythm as his cock throbs inside you

“Yes, I'm your lil' cumslut, daddy.” smirking at your the filthy words, eren grunts,“Good girl, that's my good girl.”

— Threesomes

Eren loves to share you with his friends. Mikasa and Armin to be exact. There's been instances when he invited them over for a fun night.

“are you being a good girl for mikasa?" Eren's fingers intertwined with yours as he held your hands in his big warm ones. Mikasa's thighs pressed snug against your ears as her pussy hovered above your face. Your tongue lapped at her cunt with sloppy wet noises.

“y/n, ah— 'm gonna, I'm gonna cum,” Her soft whimpers drowned out under eren's chuckle,“You both look so beautiful,” his cock dragged against your walls with each ruthless thrust, pulling muffled moans from you, “Whimpering so sweet like this, my precious good girls,”

Whenever armin comes over, eren gets a bit mean, "Come on, you little slut. Make Armin feel good, you can do that for me right?" Your thighs burn from holding yourself up but you obey eren's command. You had been bouncing on the blond's cock for what seemed like forever now.

Eren grasped your wrist, bringing your palm to wrap around his painfully hard cock,“Just 'cause I let you fuck my best friend, doesn't mean that you get to forget bout your generous boyfriend, baby.” Armin's hands grasped your hips, finally helping you ride him as he took pity at the pretty mewls you let out,"Come on y/n- you can do better than that can you? You wanna cum? Then go faster for me"

If you beg prettily enough, maybe eren will consider letting you have both mikasa and armin at the same time ;)

— Predator play

“this turn you on?” the bark of the tree bites at your back as eren held you down with his rough hands bruising your waist, “And dont even bother lying to me, I can feel how greedily your pussy is sucking my cock in.”

“hear that, baby? You're fuckin' dripping. And for what? Just a little chase.” your face burned at his words, the ever present loud squelches of his cock pulling out before thrusting back into your cunt echoing in the woods,“ereh, anyone can find us like this,”

“bet you'd enjoy that too, hm?” his hands pulled your hips to meet his halfway. The action tearing a strained scream from your throat.

“Maybe I should use my titan to hunt you down next time. I might even fuck you with my Titan's tongue, woulda' like that?” you can't help but whine at his words, your cunt spasming around his shaft.

“who am I kidding. Of course a nasty little slut like you would like that. So hold still and take everything daddy gives you.”

A/n:: yea now I got ereh outta my system ^^ orrrr did I heHeh. Titan ereh next time!

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fake dating kita to appease his granny

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ATSUMU VERSION HERE

pairing: kita x reader (strangers to lovers—fake dating)

genre: fluff

word count: 2k (ty to sunny for beta reading bye it would’ve been 2k words of a mess without her)

summary: kita wants to get away from his granny’s matchmaking, and your idea ends up with you getting involved

kita shinsuke.

he’s a righteous man, he comes into your local convenience store every weekend and buys a drink—maybe a snack on a particularly long day—as he does his granny’s shopping for her.

his smile is warm, it’s the kind that takes up his whole face and crinkles his eyes at the corners, a little tilt to his head as he offers you a greeting when he steps in through the doors. he grabs a bottle of yakult from the fridge, a small weekly indulgence he grants himself, before pulling out a folded piece of paper and starting his routine of hunting for each item aisle by aisle.

and without fail, each time he pays, he has a small conversation with you that you can’t help but wish would last longer. and you’re not sure if you’re imagining things, but it almost seems like he lingers a bit after each payment, something on the cusp of rolling off his tongue. but he stops it every time, offering you a small nod and a quiet “have a nice day” before he’s off.

but today, something seems a bit off as he trudges in.

“good evenin’,” kita nods quietly, a heavy sigh on his lips as he pulls out his list as usual. you smile softly and watch him as he starts at one aisle and slowly moves on to the next, diligently crossing off each item as he places it into his basket.

it’s endearing, in a sense, the way he’s so meticulous even in the smallest of things. he lines up boxes so they’re neatly in a row, he makes sure to click his pen closed after he uses it, and your favorite little quirk of his is the small squint of his eyes when he isn’t quite sure what something on the list is.

you think you’ve learned to read him pretty well, despite only seeing him once a week.

“you ready to pay?” you ask.

“yeah, just about found everythin’ on here. granny’s got some old friends comin’ over for dinner this weekend,” he explains, lining up his groceries in front of you neatly.

“well, that explains all the extra items,” you grin. “thought you were sneaking in some things for yourself,” you tease. his laugh is soft and almost melodic.

“can’t let granny have all the say in the groceries,” he jokes back.

“so, are you going to be there too? during the dinner,” you question as you scan through the items.

“yeah,” he sighs. “think it’s more of a set up ta meet their grandkids, if ‘m bein’ honest. granny’s been on the hunt for me ta find someone ta settle down with,” he mumbles dully. you nod slowly, and he looks you in the eye, almost like he’s waiting for you to react.

“so, granny’s a matchmaker too, it seems,” you offer with a small smile. the corner of your lips barely tilt.

“hmm,” he hums. “don’t think she’s as good as she thinks she is,” he shakes his head—but there’s still a small bit of fondness as he speaks. “i’ll just have ta let ‘er down gently.”

you’re not sure how your next sentence manages to tumble past your lips, but it does. and you almost want to duck under the counter at his shock, but what’s done is done.

“well, you can always just tell her you have someone already, bring someone home with you for the dinner.” kita looks at you with furrowed eyebrows and a confused face before a small chuckle rumbles from his chest.

“got any candidates in mind?” he reaches into his pocket for his wallet, and even with his hard turned to the side, you don’t miss the little glint in his eyes.

“um, probably someone who knows you well,” you mumble.

“someone i see every week?” your cheeks heat up a tad bit as you busy yourself with finishing ringing him up.

“well if they know you well, sure.”

“well, they know my groceries well,” his lips curl into a grin. “ya think that’s enough?”

“technically, in this case i know your granny’s groceries well,” you whisper. he offers you the money in his hands with another chuckle.

“well, ‘s not my usual way of handlin’ things, but i s’pose it’d get her off ma back for a bit. what do ya say?” kita’s smile is infectious, and so is his ability to sway you it seems because the next thing you know, you’re agreeing.

“well, i guess i’m free this weekend,” you sigh.

“perfect,” he grins. and as you hand him his change, he plops it into the tip jar and waves goodbye.

kita brings you to his childhood home sunday evening, dressed in a dark red button down, sleeves rolled midway up his arm. he’s built well, you notice for the first time—it’s a tad bit hard to tell under his usual overalls from farming.

“well, we gotta play as a couple, so i guess i should have ma arm around yer waist,” he mumbles. inhaling sharply, you both stop in front of his door, his arm hovering over your waist as he waits for you to give the okay. you nod meekly and he smiles, wrapping a muscled arm around you and bringing you flush against his chest.

“you sure are taking this seriously,” you observe, and he flashes you a toothy grin.

“it was yer idea, ya know.”

“i didn’t think you’d convince me to be a part of it.” he chuckles as he pulls out his keys, unlocking the front door.

“didn’t take a lot o’ convincin’,” he teases. but he turns to you, eyes soft and sincere as he adds, “but thank ya for doin’ this, i know ‘s not exactly ideal.” your heart hammers a little in your chest when he squeezes you around your middle affectionately.

“oh…of course,” you whisper. before you can say anything else, the front door swings open, revealing an elderly woman who you immediately recognize as his granny. she’s got the same soft eyes as him.

“shin, yer here, and—oh! hello!” she smiles brightly, immediately cupping your cheeks as your eyes widen at the gesture. “i can’t believe my shin’s brought someone home.” his granny is almost buzzing with excitement as she grabs you by the wrist and pulls you into the living room, giving you a bone crushing hug the second you’re in.

“granny, don’t squeeze too hard,” kita chides softly, coming up behind the two of you.

“what’s yer name, dear?” she plants a soft kiss to your forehead as she admires you, hands finding themselves back your cheeks.

“i’m y/n. it’s nice to meet you, ki—shinsuke tells me quite a lot about you,” you catch yourself, switching from his family name to his first quickly. her smile widens considerably as she lets you go.

“oh ya have to tell me how ya both met,” she insists, and once you’ve gotten over the initial shock, you can’t help but smile at the way her eyes light up at the sight of you.

kita pulls you into his chest once more as he speaks up.

“the convenience store yer always sendin’ me off to. y/n’s been ringin’ me up for weeks.” his hand rubs over your hip gently, and as much as it soothes you, it flusters you equally.

“well,” she hums happily. “seems i’ve helped find ya someone after all. i’ll go get the food ready, ya make yerself at home, okay, dear?” and with a nod, you watch as she hurries to the kitchen, humming to herself delighted.

“she’s a bit much sometimes, ‘m sorry,” kita rubs his neck sheepishly. you don’t miss how you’re still in his embrace even after his granny is out of sight.

“that’s okay,” you chuckle. “she’s adorable.” he hums, eyes softening as they look down at you.

“she’s been waitin’ ages for this moment, so she’s pretty darn excited.” and slowly, you both find your faces leaning in towards each other, foreheads pressing lightly. you can see the tiny specks of brown in his eyes from up close, and you have to fight the urge to brush a few strands of hair that stray from his fringe.

“maybe you should spend less time grocery shopping and more time finding someone to settle down with,” you tease, and his grin widens ever so slightly.

“ya got a candidate in mind, again?” shrugging, your hand moves up to lay on his chest, and his other arm circles around you too.

“maybe someone who knows your groceries well.” you’re not entirely sure where the small surge of confidence stems from, but something about the way his arms seem to tighten by the second and his eyes seem to brighten at each quip, you find something about this doesn’t feel so fake.

“well, i’ll have ta remind ya that it’s my granny’s groceries ya know of.”

“i see why your granny wants you to settle down, you can’t even do grocery shopping on your own.” and this time, you do reach up and brush the strands of hair into place, watching as he closes his eyes at the touch.

“i’ve gotten this far,” he hums. you can see the sun start to set from the window, and even though the light pouring in from the windows makes his skin glow, you break your gaze from him to the clock.

“shouldn’t your guests be here soon?” and kita hesitantly looks at the ground for a moment before meeting your eyes, suddenly a tad bit nervous as he clears his throat.

“well…” he trails off for a moment, “told granny i’d bring someone for dinner and she wanted ta get ta know ya better…so…” you raise a brow as he sighs.

“so…?”

“so it’s just us for tonight,” he mumbles, avoiding your gaze. “dinner’s been rescheduled.” you blink at him for a moment before breaking into a fit of giggles. kita stares at you bewildered, a soft blush spreading over his cheeks as you throw your head back while you laugh. he finds he wants to be the cause of that sound much more than he should. “why’re ya laughin’?” he pouts slightly. you pat his cheek in reassurance as you calm down.

“we both really went through circles to get here, huh? next week, take me out on a real date,” you grin, loosely wrapping your arms around his neck. the smile on his face makes him look a tad bit younger, boyish and gleeful as he lets out a chuckle of his own.

“it was yer idea,” he reminds you.

“you went along with it,” you counter. and this time, when he pulls you closer to his chest, kita’s lips are there to greet you too, pressing against yours ever so softly as he sighs into the kiss. your hands trail over his broad chest and shoulders, appreciating the bulkiness he’s developed from his days on the farm. and you both smile into this kiss here and there, he stumbles with you in his arms at one point over the rug, and you wrinkle his shirt where you clutch it in your fist, but it’s still perfect.

“so, looks like my granny can matchmake,” he whispers against your lips. you peck his briefly before smiling.

“i think i should get the credit here. it was my idea.”

“i went along with it,” he pokes your nose. and from the doorway, his granny watches happily as you both lean in and share another kiss.

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Hiii foxy how are you?,Hope you are doing great <3 anyway,just let me tel you something,I had a daydream(?) And It was like makki and mattun like fighting over you and trying to get your attention,but like you being the sweet as bimbo you are you fail to realize it,they both kinda get pissed off and are like "let's teach our little doll a lesson for being so oblivious"

Ahhhh-please,that's enough internet for today

Byee take care foxyyy

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a/n: FUCKING FINALLY I HAD THE CHANCE TO WRITE THIS CUZ DAMN- YOUR MIND ANON!! I had a good time writing this 🥴 thank you for sending me this babe!!!

THIS POST IS NSFW! Minors do not interact or I'll bite.

warnings: threesome,,, maybe dub-con cuz the reader is fucking dumb, bimbo reader, spitting, fingering, all that shit, name calling

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Okay but,,, imagine if it was OIKAWA'S LITTLE SISTER TOO BRUH

Oikawa's dumb, pretty little sister, a slut just like his big brother, letting people do whatever they want to her since she's too stupid to even understand what's going on.

For what reason, no one knows, Oikawa thinks leaving you to his trusty teammates is a good idea when he can't make it home that night. Oikawa knows you're a little stupid, doesn't want her sister to be alone all night.

So he calls his friends over to stay a night at his home.

Hanamaki is the first to arrive, you spend the day together, watching movies, playing card. He teaches you a game, strip poker, he tells you, a game that leaves you with only your bra and skirt, whereas he hasn't removed even an item.

"'s not fair!" You cry out brattily, looking around to at least find your lace panties you had to remove, the feeling of being nude under your short little skirt a bit too embarrassing, and- well, maybe it makes you a little, just a little.. wet.

"You have everything on you, and I-" you keep whining as you keep looking for the panties, you swear they were right there a second ago, did you lost them already? "Did you see my panties?"

"Aw, baby, it's not my fault you're so bad at this game." Hanamaki mocks you, watching you with amusement as you keep looking around for the pair or royal blue panties.

"Ugh, I swear they were right here." You pout. You sit on your knees, pressing your face down and pushing your ass high up to try and see under the couch-

"Fuck!" You hear the man curse behind you, you don't think much of it, definitely don't think it's because of how your short little skirt bunches around your waist, giving Hanamaki a show of your pretty little pussy and fuck- he's fucking hard.

"I can't find it!" You whine, standing back up. Your eyes fall on the man, eyes much darker than they usually are, a dangerous twist to his usually docile expression. "Makki?" You tilt your head, "what's wrong?"

Before he can answer, the doorbell makes the both of you jump in your places. You run towards the door, knowing who it is, already.

"Hey, sweetheart."

"Mattsun!" Hanamaki hears you chirp his best friends name, who enters the room with you hanging on his arm like a pretty little prize. "Why are you half-naked?" Mattsun raises an amazed brow. "Was Makki teaching you strip-poker?"

"Yes, but he keeps winning!" You pout, you look so adorable when you do, your glossed bottom lip jutting forward, making him wonder how you'd look pouting like this under him, too.

"Oh," Matsukawa turns his gaze to the pink haired man, spreading on the couch, a visible tent stretching his pants. "Without me?"

"You were late." Hanamaki grins, pulling something from his pocket, something royal-blue colored, and laced. "She was just looking for her panties."

Before you can see it, Hanamaki stuffs the material back in his pocket.

"Your panties?" Matsukawa repeats with a wide grin, turning to you, who looks embarrassed, hiding your face by strictly looking at your shoes. "You're not wearing them right now?"

Now he can guess what had Hanamaki so hard in his pants. Well, he can guess very well, as it's the same thing making him go hard, as well.

"...I couldn't find them." You whisper, playing with the hem of your skirt. "I swear they were right here but-"

"Oh, dumb girl," Matsukawa pulls you into a hug when your voice starts shaking with embarrassment. You're quick to wrap your hands around his large body, letting him comfort you as his lips are mere inches away from your ears, hands tracing the material of the skirt.

Matsukawa pushes your body closer to himself, hands starting to wander around your ass over your skirt, kneading your pretty ass, stretching the material over your pussy and making you cry out a surprised whimper.

You don't say anything but his name as his fingers press on your pussy from over the skirt, pinching the skin of your ass, feeling the dampness over the cloth.

"Mattsun-" you whimper as his lips ghost over the shell of your ear, his hot breath giving you goosebumps.

"My dumb, little girl," he repeats, this time with a grin as you start to hump his larg fingers, pressing on your oussy from over your skirt. "-I always knew you were just a dumb little slut."

Your body freezes against his as you process your friends' words, tears that were just drying into he corners of your eyes starting to well again. "What-?"

"No, he's right." Hanamaki finally stands up from his seat to walk towards you. "You really are a stupid whore."

"I'm not!" You cry out, wondering why Matsukawa's fingers are still pressing on your clit like that, making you forget your hard earned words. "I'm not a stupid- a stupid whore!"

"Aren't you?" Hanamaki threads his fingers through your hair and pulls, making your head snap back to meet his cruel grin. "Aren't you the one, pantiless, standing in a room with two grown men?"

"But- but I couldn't find it-"

"Bending right in front of me like that only minutes ago-" Hanamaki pushes two fingers through your lips, he wonders if it's reflex you welcome them so easily, starting to suck kn them like a little bitch. "Showing me that pretty pussy, you think I didn't notice how wet you were?"

"Oh, you should feel her now, Makki." Matsukawa interrupts as he finally pushes his fingers under your skirts, feeling your naked pussy, dripping.

Your eyes wide as he pulls them back out, fingers shining with your wetness. "Look how wet she is. Do you believe her, Makki? You believe she's not a whore?"

"Such a pretty face," Hanamaki's hands push your cheeks together, creating an adorable pout, "I would've believed her if I hadn't seen how much of a whore she can be with my own two eyes."

"Please!" Your breaths start quickening as you feel Matsukawa's hardened cock pressing against your ass, you start rubbing yourself on him in return.

"Please?" Hanamaki laughs at you, hands already pulling on your bra, "please, what?"

"Are you accepting you're a slut, pretty girl? Is that what it is?" Matuskawa keeps stretching the skirt over your pussy, making you squirm between the two man, making you feel dizzy, mind blank.

"Say you're our dumb slut, and we'll fuck you, doll." Hanamaki grins at your pathetic face, at the drool starting to drip from the corners of your lips.

"-'m not- mmh!!" A soft pat to your pussy makes you cry out in pleasure, your knees shaking, making you worry you might fall over.

"Try again, baby."

"I'm-" a gasp falls from between your pants, "I'm your stupid whore!" You finally manage to cry out, a loud moan eliciting from your lips when Matsukawa grins, "Good girl."

"Oh, look at that," Maki laughs at you, hands already pulling on your bra, exposing your tits, "she liked that."

"Did you, dumb girl?"

"Y-yeah," you mindlessly agree as you're too focused on the feeling of his fingers now circling your clit, the burning sensation killing any thought that was in your head. "Liked it."

Matsukawa's fingers are big, you always knew it, but never realized how much bigger than yours. Even one of his fingers are enough to stretch your tiny little pussy, but Matsukawa's never been the type to settle for anything less than he'd like.

With the second finger slipping in you, your legs can't hold you up anymore, your throat sore from the moans and cries, and pleasure screams, Hanamaki's hands groping and kneading your tits, pinching your nipples.

"Oh, poor baby," Hanamaki holds your face by the chin, leaning closer enough to feel your hot breath against his face. "Too bad praise is the last thing you'll be getting today."

As soon as he finishes his words, his fingers press on your bottom lip, making you open your mouth, spitting in it with a smile. "Whores like you don't deserve anything better."

Your eyes widen as his spit rests on your tongue, mouth still agape, Matsukawa's large fingers slipping in and out of you and its all so much-

"Come on, baby," Hanamaki's voice finally pulls you out of your daze, "get on the floor, face down, ass up, show Mattsun here, too, just how pretty you look like that."

btw the recent notion of “don’t feel pressured to post about palestine” being spread to the west primarily is complete bullshit :)

you are living safe, in a house in the suburbs. you can acknowledge a genocide whilst you are living through it without being worried it’ll fuck up your twitter account aesthetic or add to ig stories or ‘disrupt your mental health.’

people are dying.

get the fuck over yourself.

(Not ship) Fateful rainy night

[11:37 P.M.]

“Can I sleep now?” His head lies flat on your shoulder while he fiddles with your fingers in his larger hands, his silent sighs dissipating in the cool air.

“Not yet,” you press, massaging his scalp and twirling your fingers through his hair. A hand of his drops to your thighs, a tiny squeeze jolts your nerves before he rubs the fabric that hugs it, creating tingles that arise underneath. “Wait a little longer, okay, Baby?”

“How much longer,” he groans.

“Uhm,” you drag, picking up your phone and clicking the power button before returning it beside your leg on the couch, “about twenty-three minutes.” He sighs louder this time, patting your thigh before lifting his head off your shoulder and pushing himself up. “Wait, Hajime, don’t leave yet,” you adjure while grabbing his wrist. “It’s only twenty-three minutes, I promise to let you sleep in late tomorrow, please?” Your pleading eyes make him roll his own, huffing when he plops himself lazily on the couch again.

“Fine,” he mumbles, letting his head fall to your lap. “Only twenty-three-”

“Twenty-two, now.”

“Twenty-two minutes. Then we’re going to sleep, okay?”

“Of course, Baby.” Your fingers twiddle strands of his tufts of hair with his hand finding your leg once again.

Twenty-one minutes have passed. Your eyes stayed glued to the clock. The second the time changes to midnight your head dips to his ear. “Happy birthday, Hajime,” you whisper, connecting your lips to his sharp jawline and pecking his cheek.

You weren’t surprised to find him already asleep, his tiny snores telling you just that. You chuckle to yourself, carrying his head off your lap and placing a pillow under. It takes you about fifteen seconds to grab a blanket from your shared bed, draping it over his frame before climbing in yourself. You thread your legs with his as his head unintentionally nudges in your chest and his arms wrap around your waist subconsciously.

“Happy birthday,” you mutter one more time before letting yourself lean into him and letting your mind go dormant in his grasp. Hopefully, you’ll be here again for another one.

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