You Watch As Levi Does Push Ups, His Shirt Was Soaked By Sweat, It Was Very Warm Outside And He Has Been

#𝐏𝐚𝐢𝐧 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐏𝐥𝐞𝐚𝐬𝐮𝐫𝐞- 𝐓𝐚𝐢𝐣𝐮 𝐱 𝐠𝐧!𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐞𝐫 𝐱 𝐓𝐨𝐣𝐢

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Tw: cum eating, threesome, consensual, slight degradation, gagging, rough sex, hair pulling, cum play, big cocks that's too much for you to take irl.

A/n: This is highly inspirede by the conversation me and @aztecbrujeria had just now and I just couldn't control it.

Ever wondered what pain and pleasure actually feels like? Yes. It feels the same as having two big cocks in your holes that is making you wetter and wetter.

“Fuck! Ugh— Oh Toji! You're not fucking them hard enough for them to gag on my cock!” Taiju complains, one hand gripping your hair and another resting on the couch.

“Well. It's not my fault that your dick is a fucking telephone pole for them to take,” and there was Toji standing—pounding himself in you.

“I don't know if that was a compliment or an insult, but I'll take it as a praise. Now fucking make them gag, man. Fuck them harder, so they realize not to wear short bottoms at work and go whoring around.”

A hand reached your jaw and clenched them, “Did you hear that, you fucking slut? You should have been more careful while teasing us,” Toji had no mercy on you. He already made you cum twice, but that wasn't enough for neither him, nor Taiju.

"'M sorry–Ah! Mmph shworry, Daddy!” He gripped your cheeks harder, but only softened his touch at the name. Toji's fingers carded through your hairs and yanked them so hard til' your scalp was showing.

“Make up for your mistake then,” he pushed you further down to Taiju's cock until it went a little past your throat.

“Fucking hell. Shit!” It had him rolling his head back. It felt so good. The constant movement of your throat while Toji fucks you, the moans that leave try to escape your throat but sends vibrations on his cock. He loved all of it.

Toji got desperate and increased his pace. He had you going limp on Taiju's thighs when you came. But he held your waist, since he wasn't finished. A few hard thrusts and he pulled out. His thick cum spilled all over your ass cheeks. Big hands approached closer to them and massage your ass with the cum as if it was an oil. He practically pushed you, so his friend on the couch can finish in your mouth too. Taiju came in thick ropes that didn't even fit in the mouth. Some of it spilling from the edge of your lips, but he wiped them on his thumb's bed and pushed it past your lips.

“What a great whore you have around this house Taiju.” Was that supposed to be a compliment? But you love two big men using you as their cum slut, don't you?

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𝗗𝗘𝗘𝗣𝗧𝗛𝗥𝗢𝗔𝗧𝗜𝗡𝗚 !

˖˚˳⊹ deepthroating feat. childe : scaramouche : dottore : pantalone : zhongli : diluc : arlecchino x fem! reader from the 5.5k event special

˖˚˳⊹ warnings: nsfw : deepthroating : strap-on (arlecchino)

˖˚˳⊹ 𝗖𝗛𝗜𝗟𝗗𝗘

that low rumbling chuckle that escaped childe’s throat was almost sinister if anything, followed by the sight of your mouth full of his heavy cock, shutting you up in an instant. His hands would interlock themselves with the soft strands of your hair and snapping forward where he wanted to have his tip prod on the most, your throat. It’s so warm and firm, —he figures—, the way you’re flexing your muscles around his tip made a shiver run down his spine, he needed, no had to feel more.

Soft noises snapped himself back to reality once you hiccuped against his length, his pace lazy but steadily, not wanting to hurt you in any way either, you’ve been so good to him after all! Letting him just plunge into your throat like that was a gift from the heavens if he’s being honest. "you’re always so good to me." He’s repeatedly chanting this sentence with every bounce of his cock buried deep inside your throat. You were so full too! saliva dribbling down your chin and from the corners of your mouth while you breathed heavily out of your nose, hands slowly drawing circles over his thighs to reassure him that it’s okay and you can still take it. Like mentioned before, he wouldn’t want to hurt you in any way, you’re his love after all. <3

˖˚˳⊹ 𝗦𝗖𝗔𝗥𝗔𝗠𝗢𝗨𝗖𝗛𝗘

the wet noises replacing the quietness of the room you were currently in with scaramouche. Body nestled in between his thighs while you were kneeling in front of him. He’s sputtering in between harsh sucks of your mouth, almost losing it whenever you hollow your cheeks to coax yet another deep groan out of him. He has got to change whatever was going on right now, more so he absolutely disliked not being in control of certain situations. His eyes locked gazes with your own, "you know how much I hate it when you tease me." he was careful with his words, barely a whisper if anything.

you, of course, weren’t able to answer because of being stuffed full with his cock, only nodding frantically before rolling your eyes back at the harsh snap of his hips inside of your wet mouth. Your throat would always grab him like a vice, —the feeling was to die for—. The saliva that pooled out of your mouth coating your face as you resorted to breathing through your nose due to the inability of doing it any other way. Scaramouche was happy now, "that’s better." he‘s cooeing that sentence with an almost pseudo friendly tone, slapping sounds of his pelvis remotely hitting you were now bouncing off the walls with great ease. Who knows, maybe if you were being extra obedient today, he’d return the favor to you.

˖˚˳⊹ 𝗗𝗢𝗧𝗧𝗢𝗥𝗘

"just like that." dottore's rough voice was turned into a soft whimpering once he sheathed himself deep inside your warm mouth, "this is what you‘re made for." you were only able to hiccup against his length as a way to respond, bobbing your face up and down his heavy member while your hands found their way to his round balls, —that were eagerly waiting for some attention from you—. His features were almost heaven like: painfully intimidating eyes locking gazes with your own glassy ones. He was just way too big for your mouth to fit in, deperately trying to spread your lips further for his girth to fit but you still had some troubles.

dottore only laughed at your pathetic whimpering, thinking that all your hopeless attempts to satisfy you would come in handy somehow later. His hands were tired of your slow pace as they nestled in between your hair strands, grabbing a fistful of them and pushing you down on his length until you hit his pelvis, nostrils filled with the musky scent of him as you tried your best to breathe out without gagging around his girth. His dark and audible chuckle, —that was barely hearable to anyone—, brushing over your ears and making you shiver. He wouldn’t wait any longer and fuck your throat, lolling his head back whenever he’d feel you clench around his heavy cock. You weren’t exactly surprised by his harsh behavior but didnt complain either, far too turned on by the way he used you as his own personal cock sleeve. <3

˖˚˳⊹ 𝗣𝗔𝗡𝗧𝗔𝗟𝗢𝗡𝗘

Truth be told pantalone was rock hard all day, could barely wait before he can finally push himself deep inside your wet mouth. You were always so happy to please him after all! The first grunts fell off his throat at the haste intrusion of his fat cock in your mouth, setting up a lazy pace in the beginning. He wasn’t in for doing a lot most days since it wasn’t his job to satisfy his needs, it was yours. Today was different though, blame it on him being so fucking horny all day long but the second you circled your tongue over his girth and brushed over that one particular throbbing vein of his, he figured this just wasn’t doing it for him right now.

his balls were straining, tensing up and begging to spill his seed deep inside your throat, so he did the only rational thing in that moment, meaning he grabbed a fistful of your hair to push you against his twitching length. The way you moaned at the sudden snap made you gag against his girth, the man above you almost seeing white if it wasn’t for his immense self control. You were eagerly bobbing his cock in and out of your mouth before he grinded himself deeper into you, holding you still while his swollen tip prodded against your throat.

You knew what was coming next, it was almost a bad habit of his but pantalone loved throat fucking you more than anything. "open up open up." He’s chanting lightly, —with that smile of his—, which always managed to make you shiver against his hold. The brutal pace he was going for now made your throat straincgreatly. You were trying to wrap your lips firmly against his girth while both his cum and your saliva dropped heavily down the floor, staining the carpet underneath you. He could feel his balls tighten as the knot from deep inside his gut finally broke, spilling his cum in thick spurts into your throat, the warm feeling of his seed calming you down as warm tears spread over your cheeks in the process.

˖˚˳⊹ 𝗭𝗛𝗢𝗡𝗚𝗟𝗜

You know how thick his cock was, not to mention his heavy balls that would smack against you whenever he’d snap his hips forward into your warm mouth. The taste of his salty cum was coating both your tongue and throat, warmth filling your belly once it spilled down. Zhongli‘s eyes were scrunched shut, his cock heavily weeping inside of you and already making a mess while you eagerly played with his balls. It was almost unbearable for you to wait for him to cum deep inside your mouth and let you finally taste him! You couldn’t help it but grow addicted to his taste, it wasn’t too sweet but the saltiness was so easy on your tongue, dreaming about getting every last drop of the man that was hovering over you.

For a moment he pulled out and only left his tip in to retract himself to once more, —bury himself in your throat—. The quick movements were enough for you to get some taste of his salty pre-cum on your wet muscle, rolling your eyes back at it slowly covering your taste buds. "you‘re doing so good for me." biting that sentence out in an desperate tone, you did not know what made zhongli so riled up today but also didn‘t seem to care that he took it out on you. Truth be told you loved it whenever he was rough with you, —whenever he gritted his teeth when you circled your needy tongue over his girth—, that was way too big in the first place. Or whenever his body shivered and tightened once you shoot your eyes up at his gaze, watching him from under your lashes with all of his thick seed spilling out from the corners of your lips. Zhongli was sure he wouldn’t be that stressed after you were done with sucking him off so fucking nicely.

˖˚˳⊹ 𝗗𝗜𝗟𝗨𝗖

Diluc was a busy man, as everyone knew by now. Yet even he had his needs that needed to be satisfied but none other than yourself. He was currently sitting on his leather chair that was located in his office. It was cold and the lights were dim yet here you were sheathed in between his thighs, sucking him off while kneading his balls with your warm hands. He missed that feeling so much, couldn’t remember the last time you went down on him like that. You breathed deeply from the man groaning above you, couldn’t help it but rub together your thighs too because of the sinful sounds he‘d always voice clearly from past his lips. "keep going." the lust in his voice was unable to be ignored, all he wanted was to spill his seed deep inside of you while also continuing to fuck you in a brutal pace.

Diluc bit back a moan before snapping his hips forward to meet your pace half way, finding refuge against your scalp to guide you over his cock now and haltering his movements once his pubic hair tickled your nose, musky scent filling your nostrils while you hiccuped from his girth. Everything felt so warm, so wet and sinful inside of your mouth, —he figured—, almost being reluctant to become addicted to the feeling you inflicted on him right now.

Your innocent eyes were watching him through underneath your brows, eyelashes stained with warm tears that ever so escaped your eyes, coating your cheeks in the process. It didn’t matter how often you’d suck him off, it’ll always strain your throat in the beginning, he was so fucking big it wasn’t fair. Your eyes squeezed shut as he continued to fuck your throat like a toy, throwing his head back to feel you clench around his swollen tip. Diluc was sure after he spilled this seed deep inside of you, he’d be able to work more efficiently later on … or maybe he’ll actually spread you on his desk to fuck you for being such a good baby for him, he still needs to decide but ultimately goes for the latter.

˖˚˳⊹ 𝗔𝗥𝗟𝗘𝗖𝗖𝗛𝗜𝗡𝗢

If arlecchino decided to grace you with her body, she’d always go slow. Carefully exposing her figure for you, clothes dropping down the floor while she advanced towards your figure. For her, it wasn’t a choice, —but she needed to be in control—, wouldn’t want it any other way. It was always a matter of how you acted towards her as well though, not to mention that today in particular you weren’t obedient at all. Seemingly being bratty in front of her subordinates made her blood boil once she stood before you, a strap-on connected with her body which appeared sinfully and decorated her hips, reaching over to the soft curve of her ass. Archons, how you wanted to touch her right now, feel her up but arlecchino wasn’t in for it today.

Instead she advanced over to your face, prying open your mouth with her thumb to push herself inside of your warm mouth. It was way too big, you were desperately trying to spread your lips further before rolling your eyes back at the pleasure. "there isn’t a reason for me to play nice today." She’s calm with her voice, repeatedly prodding her tip over your throat to tease you, "right?" You groaned and looked up at her through half-lidded eyes, lashes fluttering innocently at her but she wasn’t showing any signs of actually being gentle with you now.

At this point you were looking like a mess, make-up smushed over your face while she was throat fucking you so sinfully with her strap on, couldn’t help it but focus on every little whine that escaped past your mouth, if something other than your saliva was able to escape in the first place. Arlecchino continued to fuck into you roughly, each time making sure she’d grind herself harder against your throat and not stopping until you were a whining begging mess for her, apologizing for being so fucking bratty earlier.

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garbageman!endeavour who notices how you only seem to remember to bring out the trash once you hear the truck rounding the corner of your street — sporting your fluffy pink gown and equally as fluffy pink sliders as you waddle out of your house with multiple bags in tow.

and because garbageman!endeavour is on road ahead duty, he always catches you do it whilst hes leaning against the brick wall of your apartment complex, sly smile on his face as you seem to struggle.

“need any help?” he’ll gruffly ask each time, and you always reject.

but garbageman!endeavour knows the only reason why you reject his help is through pride, because when you come up to him for quick chats after you’ve dumped the bags, your breath is always haggard.

“no. but ill tell you when i do.”

and garbageman!endeavour has to think twice about whether the way you bat your lashes at him, or the way you always comment about how big he is, means anything. it can’t, because surely you see the fat silver band that he always adorns on his left index finger and heed the frequent passing mentions of his kids.

but one week, garbageman!endeavour notices you’re out earlier but with no bags in tow and how the cut of your gown is much lower than it needs to be.

he nods you a good morning from the wall, no words leaving his mouth in case they end up betraying him but he didn’t have to — you were ready to do that for him.

”not gonna ask if i need any help today?” you muse

garbageman!endeavour cautiously looks between you and the garbage area behind you.

“you usually dont need my help”

“but today i do.” you say as you start to walk towards the side gate of your apartment complex building.

garbageman!endeavour knows he shouldn’t have followed you back there, and mentally apologises that his wife forgive him, because you don’t even have to initiate anything before he’s pressing you against the wall and laps his lips against your exposed skin.

it doesnt take long for things to escalate. garbageman!endeavour knows hes short on time and so hes frantically tugging the rope of your fluffy gown instead of simply untying it. when the gown parts, hes trying his best to get an eye full of your voluptuous body, even tells you to ‘leave it on” once he sees you trying to shrug it over your shoulder

garbageman!endeavour easily frees his cock from the restraints of his grubby work trousers rather than tug it down, his weapon long and flushed pink at the top. you want to marvel in it’s length and size but garbageman!endeavour isn’t giving you the time to as he quickly scoops you up with no qualm at all — one hand on your back and the other underneath your ass — and hovers you over his cock. he easily slips himself inside of you, and he lets out the most desperate moan because your cunt is so much warmer and snuggier than he could ever imagine.

garbageman!endeavour doesnt even let you adjust! already his hips are pistoling back and forth like an animal in heat, his big hands surprisingly holding you securely in his grip.

and you feel so thrilled yet so disoriented because who knew a man was strong enough to hold a woman like you without any support?! not forgetting how full you feel taking him because he fills you up in all the ways you couldnt imagine.

the two of you romp as garbageman!endeavour holds you mid air, your insides clench over his mighty cock and garbageman!endeavour is sure he’s seeing stars

the position isn’t sturdy concerning garbageman!endeavour is holding all your weight and so you latch an arm around his shoulder. but still, hes got you good enough that you’re able to use your other hand to clamp the fat of your breast and pinch at the perky nipple, the sensation euphoric in accumulation with garbageman!endeavour long thrusts.

but time is growing short because garbageman!endeavour can hear the churn of the truck and the shouts of his colleagues nearing your corner — but still — he’s determined to finish what he started.

“shi’. shit im gettin’ there.”

he feels your hand try to push away from him but your moans are just as wanton as his.

but garbageman!endeavour’s too committed, too pussy drunk to heed your signs seriously. because he’s so determined that he needs this. that he needed to leave you with a reminder of him, a reminder that you needed his help.

but in all honesty, you already knew this was going to be the outcome. clearly, seeing as he was a man with four kids.

“f-fuck, imma…i ha’v tuh—”

before you know it garbageman!endeavour is slightly hunching over as he unsolicitedly pours his wet seed inside of you, his groan guttural as he finishes loudly besides your ear.

garbageman!endeavour was a fan of the experience — surprised he didn’t feel much guilt afterwards either. the man was wretched enough to sleep besides his wife each night with no qualm or plagued mind about what he’d done.

that is, until a few months down the line, he notices how you still waddle to bring the garbage out front, but because of your rounding belly that peaks from underneath your gown.

roomate with benefits!geto who returns from work, stressed, to the apartment you share with him. he's ready for a long shower, only to find you in the sole bathroom the place had taking a bath.

your nude body relaxing in the pink bubbly water, a cigarette between your fingers with the smoke lazily dancing above the tip. soft melodies coming from your speaker fill the cramped space with a soothing hum.

you look up at him and smile softly. he returns the gesture, a slight tint of fatigue in his expression. his tired eyes lazily scan your body, taking in your figure as he leans against the doorframe.

"how was work?" you ask.

"awful," he sighs.

you don't answer. instead, you take a drag of your cigarette and gesture with your finger for him to get closer. he huffs a soft laugh, pulling the hairband from his long hair before he starts unbuttoning his shirt with one hand, his eyes never leaving yours.

he undresses until he's down to his briefs, then sits on the edge of the bathtub and takes the cigarette from your fingers. he takes a long drag, the smoke curling out from his nose as he exhales with a loud sigh.

"wanna get in?" you offer.

-

the splashes of the bath water almost compete with envy with the wet sounds of your pussy being pounded. geto was laying down on the bath, his neck on the pink headrest you bought online, his long legs spreading alongside the small bathtub. his fingers were gripping the sides of your hips so hard that they may leave a couple bruises. you were riding him - well, you were on top of him while he fucked you.

from your point of view, you could appreciate his expressions. how his brows furrowed, how his teeth sank on his bottom lip, how his eyes rolled back into his skull when you swayed your hips in circular motions. he was a sight for sore eyes with his pale skin flushed from the pleasure and his black hair damp from the water.

his length was buried deep inside your walls, his balls slamming against your ass when he thrusted up. he may've been tired, but that never meant a mediocre fuck. no, he always went all out with you. always so passionate.

"fuck- you're being so good to me, always so good. being my little stress ball, my little toy to relieve my stress, hm? you like it when i use you like this?"

i see you, and i trade all you this

Toji and You

Milk and Cookies

Pairing: DILF!Eren x Reader

Length: 3.4k

CW: some light role play, heavy on the food play, cum eating, fingering, cockwarming, daddy/baby/honey and other pet names used, explicit sex

A/N: A DILF!Eren smut for Christmas. I know from my taglist form more than half of you guys want DILF Eren so give this some love. Also this ones a little…um… just avoid if you don’t wanna read about playing with food…

“Eren, I really don’t get why the outfit is necessary.” You gestured towards his festive choice of clothing, a set of red pants and a red furry top, the edges lined with white fabric reminiscent of the symbol of christmas: Santa Claus. He even wore the goofy red hat, the hat topped off with a white cotton puff ball. He barely gave the outfit any effort, not bothering to wear a shirt underneath nor a fake white wig and beard. He looked less like Santa Claus and more like a holiday-themed male exotic dancer, but that was beside the point. The real question was why.

He opened the closet door, rummaging through the back of the closet to pull out the gifts you’d wrapped and hidden away, to shield from the prying eyes of your son and daughter.

“‘Cause if they wake up right now and see their mom and dad putting gifts under the tree they’ll be traumatized,” Eren said, his voice muffled as he spoke from inside the closet. He pulled out a few boxes and one by one set them outside of the closet door. You helped him arrange them neatly into an organized stack. “At least at first glance we can pass for Santa. And I don’t wanna be responsible for crushing their hopes and dreams. At least not yet, anyway,” he ended with a chuckle.

“But doesn’t Santa go alone? Why’d I have to dress up too?” You looked down to your ‘Mrs. Claus’ outfit, a red and white long sleeved top with way too much cleavage paired with a short red skirt. It was most definitely not the attire of Mrs. Claus and it made you roll your eyes when Eren suggested it.

“That was more for me,” he gave you a wink, before bending down to pick up the stack of boxes to set under the christmas tree. After he set the boxes down he turned around, his intention being to grab the last box he’d left behind, but when his eyes flickered to you he smirked.

“You done staring at me yet, princess? I could use some help.” He’d caught you staring at him – how could you not when his abs were right there? Sometimes you’d forget that your husband was built like a Greek god, but at times like these, when he was barely dressed on purpose to rile you up, his sculpted chest was always there to remind you of that fact.

Two could play at the teasing. You turned to bend down and pick up the box, exaggerating your movements so your skirt would ride up, teasing him with a glance at your panties. Before you could even stand up straight, box in your arms, Eren was behind you, his arms coming around to lift the box out of your arms and over your head, as his chest pressed against your back. He asked, his voice hushed, “The kids are right down the hall, you sure you wanna wake them up?”

“What are you talking about?” you asked innocently, though by the tone of his voice you already knew the answer.

He brought the box down into the crook of his arm and used his free hand to pinch your thigh. “You’re so cruel, been teasing me all day long.”

He wasn’t wrong – in a way you were. This morning when you made yourself a latte, you stared at him with bedroom eyes as you licked the foam away from your lips. And earlier today when you and the kids were baking cookies, you’d taken a finger-full of frosting and sucked on it, just a little too enthusiastically for it to be innocent. You’d been sending him signals all day, and now with the kids put to bed Eren was ready to take you up on your silent offers. But not without a taste of the silent torture you put him through today.

He dropped off the last box under the tree before taking a seat on the sofa, next to the table where you’d placed Santa's milk and cookies not too long ago before you put the kids to bed.

“Come sit on Santa's lap, naughty girl,” he teased as he patted his thigh, his eyes taking you in as you made your way over to him. They hungirly traversed your body, down your chest and back up your bare legs. Despite your best attempts at teasing, when it came down to it your confidence would always waiver. Eren always had that effect on you – to turn you into a flustered heap of goo, your legs wobbly, your voice shaky. But today you’d try your best not to be his prey.

You straddled your husband, the fabric of your lace panties flush against his red pants. Even through the fabric you could feel his arousal. His hands gripped your waist on either side as he placed a kiss to your chest, right above your cleavage. You rested your hands on the sides of his muscular chest.

“I was so right about this outfit,” he murmured against your chest, his lips brushing your skin.

“How so?” You wrapped your arms around his neck, pressing his face even closer to you.

“It makes your tits look incredible,” he said, his voice muffled as he spoke, before licking a stripe up the valley between your breasts. The contact made you shiver with anticipation.

He then kissed your neck, slow open mouth kisses that threatened to eat you up, as his hands came down to firmly grasp your ass beneath the red skirt.

When he finally reached the place he loved to kiss most, your lips, his kiss was rough and needy, nipping at your lips and full of tongue. He swallowed every moan that he pulled out of your body. Then Eren brushed a finger over your clothed cunt, the fabric practically drenched with your slick.

“Eren stop teasing me,” you whined, your voice low in his ear, as a thumb pressed on your clit over the fabric. He rubbed it in a slow circle, amusement clear in his viridian eyes.

“Mm, but you’ve been teasing me all day baby, it’s only fair,” his finger hooked onto the edge of your panties, setting the fabric aside, exposing your dripping cunt to him. His finger swiped up and down your folds, causing you to shudder on his lap.

“Don’t you think–” you paused to catch a breath, his thumb once again assaulting your clit in dangerously slow but firm circles. “ –maybe we should move to the, ah, bedroom?”

“But then who’s gonna eat all these cookies?” Eren picked up a cookie from the platter on the table, bringing the treat up to his mouth. You groaned as you were faced with a double assault — with one hand, Eren was licking the frosting off one of the sugar cookies, while the other continued to tease your clit, mirth dancing across his features as he teased you.

“Eren—“ his name came out as a moan as he stuffed a long finger inside you. He didn’t even break eye contact, purple frosting coating his sinful tongue as he watched you squirm.

“Try some, baby,” his tongue swiped across your bottom lip, leaving remnants of frosting in its wake. Your hips involuntarily grinded down on him as he fingered you at a languid pace, not nearly fast enough for what you craved.

“Please, Eren,” He could feel your walls clenching around his finger, but he wasn’t anywhere near satisfied, not yet.

“Please, what?” He blinked at you innocently as he brought the cookie into his mouth past his lips. He bit down and ate half, holding the other half in the air in front of your mouth. You could barely form words between his fingers brushing against your spongy walls and the way he teased you with the frosted cookie. “My lovely wife forgot how to speak tonight, hm?”

“I want you inside me,” you breathed out.

“I already am,” as if to make a point he pulled his finger out to the first knuckle before stuffing it back in.

You reached a hand down, looping a finger underneath the waistband of his pants, “you know what I meant,” you huffed, suppressing another moan. He slipped a second finger inside, then finished off the cookie in his other hand, making sure to suck off the frosting off the tips of his fingers. He felt your body stiffen at the sight.

His two fingers curled up against the spot he knew so well inside you.

“Eren!” You cried out his name as his fingers moved exactly the way he’d made you come undone so many times before.

“You gotta be a little more quiet, honey,” he chuckled, though his fingers showed no sign of stopping. You wanted to last longer, feeling pathetic that with just two fingers Eren could make you come undone, but he easily did just that. You felt that familiar feeling in your center, the high that you craved so badly, and Eren knew it was coming from the silent moans that escaped your parted lips in the form of heavy breaths. He watched in awe, a thumb coming up to rub against your clit to help you reach your peak, as he licked the traces of frosting off his lips.

“Fuck, Eren,” you tried your best to keep your voice low as you threw your head back, your orgasm crashing over you in waves. Eren slowed down the movement of his fingers to a stop once he saw you were done, before pulling his fingers up to his lips. They were soaked with your essence and you watched as he lapped it up like a starved man downs a bottle of water, shooting you a cheeky grin.

“Can’t tell what’s sweeter, you or these cookies,” he said, his eyes trained on your hands as they came down to his waistband again. You tugged at the fabric, silently pleading at your husband with your eyes and a pout. He couldn’t help but smile, your want for him making his heart burst with affection. So many years together yet he’d still feel that feeling in his heart every time, the one where he couldn’t believe you wanted him in this way.

You moved back slightly, sitting on his knees. He lifted his hips slightly off the couch, just enough for you to pull down the fabric of his red pants and boxers to his mid thigh, freeing him from the confines of his clothing. His cock sprung free, the tip wet with his arousal. He watched with lidded eyes, biting his sugar-coated lips, as your hand moved up and down his shaft.

Eren stifled a groan. “Sit on Santa’s lap, baby.”

“Please stop calling yourself Santa, it’s weird,” you chuckled.

“Okay, how about sit on daddy’s lap?”

You could feel yourself clench around nothing, the way the word daddy came off his tongue sent shivers up your spine. You crawled up the short distance from his knees to his hips, your hands coming up to his shoulders, bunching up the red fabric as you gripped onto him for support. With his hands supporting your hips, you sunk down onto him, a sigh of pleasure leaving your parted lips. Before you could move your hips up, his hands on your hips firmly pushed you down, and he leaned in to give you a kiss.

“Not yet, baby,” he said as one hand let go of your hips to reach for another frosted cookie, “How about we finish these off first, hm?”

How could he even sit there so composed with his cock stuffing you so full? You were so frustrated, you just wanted to move. And he couldn't help but grin at your obvious predicament.

“Eren, baby, can we please go to the bedroom?” you tried your best to make your voice firm despite speaking in a hushed voice. He only chuckled.

“You spent the whole day teasing me like this,” he took his index finger and swiped down the center of a frosted cookie, picking up a hearty glob of frosting, before taking the frosting and drawing a stripe down his tongue. He made a show of sucking off his finger, his smoldering eyes meeting your heated gaze. “At least let me have a little fun.”

Before you could say anything else, he repeated the motion of picking up some frosting on his fingers – but this time instead of his tongue, his finger drew a line of frosting down the valley of your breasts. Your breath hitched in your throat as his hands came up to your shoulders and pulled down your top slightly. He felt your walls clench around him as he dipped his head down to suck off the sweet cream from your skin. Then he pulled down your top further down your arms until your breasts were exposed to him. Like an artist painting a canvas, he smirked as he covered your nipple with frosting.

“Eren, fuck can you, mmm, please–” you wanted to beg for him to stop, the teasing going way further than you imagined it would. His tongue swirled around your perked nipple, lapping off the saccharine cream, before he sucked at it, taking the last of the frosting into his mouth.

He took his fingers that were covered in frosting and tapped them onto your lips, a signal to open them. When you did, he placed his fingers onto your tongue. “Shhh, don’t wanna wake the kids do you?”

You shook your head no, before closing your lips around his fingers and sucking off the remaining frosting. You could feel his cock twitch inside you. He rutted his hips up, causing you to moan, though your mouth was closed around his fingers still. He brought the cookie to his lips, eating half, then he removed his fingers from your mouth and gave you the other half. They were soft and sweet, absolutely delicious. Even with most of the frosting removed.

Eren reached over for the glass of milk, taking a sip, watching in amusement as your patience was wearing down. There was one thing you could do, you realized as you watched him drink the white liquid.

You took the glass from out of his hand and took a sip, purposefully spilling a few drops from the corners of your lips. Immediately the imagery of white liquid on your lips brought his mind to not-so-innocent places, and you felt him stir below you. You stuck your tongue out, a faint white sheen coating your otherwise pink tongue, to lap up the drops of milk. You made sure to gaze at him the entire time, his mouth parted in surprise as he watched you.

This teasing was becoming too much, even for him.

“Fuck, hold on,” he tapped your thigh, his willpower gone. There was only so long he could take with you on his lap like that, in that sinful holiday outfit, drops of what could have been his essence trailing down your lips. You rose off his lap and he immediately moved up so that he was behind you, your body pressed down into the couch. In no time at all he slammed back into you, his hands gripping your hips so hard you’d probably wake up with bruises. But it didn’t matter, because all you could think of was how badly you wanted him.

“Please, daddy,” you begged, your head turned behind you to get a look at him. If you weren’t so turned on you’d almost laugh at his head-to-toe Santa get-up. But honestly he looked incredible even in an outfit as ridiculous as that one. His abs, covered in a thin sheen of sweat, glistened in the soft lights of the living room. His eyes were a deep muted green, sultry and full of his passion. His hands were so warm on your hips, somehow still sending tingles up your spine after all this time.

“Tell me what you want, angel,” he rocked his hips just once, enough to kiss your cervix, before dragging back out.

“I want you to fuck me,” you asked, pushing your hips back up against him.

A hand came off your hip to squeeze the meat of your ass. He leaned down to your ear, “Yeah? Daddy 'll fuck you real good. Just keep quiet, sweetheart.”

He bunched up the fabric of your top and skirt around your waist, the sight of the red and white fabric making your actions almost even more sinful — to be fucking while dressed like mr. and mrs. Claus was not something he ever expected to do. But fuck if it wasn’t turning him on.

He pulled back before snapping his hips into you, the force pushing you further into the couch. You bit your lip and he repeated the motions over and over, his cock stretching you open and dragging along your tight walls. He watched as you took him in over and over, whispers of expletives tumbling out of his lips.

Normally Eren was quite vocal during sex, but tonight it was all muffled grunts and silent groans, a true effort to keep quiet. But you were another story.

His thrusts were becoming relentless, and when he reached the spot that had you seeing stars you sobbed.

“Shit, Eren, right there—yes,” you were so lost in it you didn’t realize the volume of your voice was increasing with every word.

He leaned over you, his chest pressed against your back, his fingers hooking into your mouth again.

“Naughty girl, what did I say?” He spoke into your ear again, his breath hot and his voice low, breathless due to his exertion.

“Ta thee quifettt,” you tried to speak but his fingers held your tongue down.

“Good girl,” he sighed in approval as he continued to slam his cock into you, “so so good, take me so perfectly baby,” his voice was soft in your ear still, his hands coming back down to cover the back of yours, his long fingers occupying the gaps between yours. He felt you clenching tight around him, your body sinking further into the couch. You were close.

“‘Ren I’m gonna—Fuck—I’m gonna cum,” you whimpered below him. You felt him plant a kiss on your shoulder.

“Then do it. Cum on me, baby,” he bit down on your shoulder to suppress a groan as his thrusts were deep, reaching a spot in you that would have had you screaming if you weren’t 10 feet away from your sleeping children.

To help you reach your peak Eren pressed a finger against your clit, teasing circles around the bud. You were a goner after that, your orgasm coming quickly as you cried out his name.

Eren was close behind thanks to the way you clenched so tightly around him.

Suddenly Eren had an idea.

“Can I cum on your mouth?” He asked, his thrusts slowing down as you descended from your high.

“Anywhere you want,” you were too fucked out to care.

He pulled out, gesturing for you to sit up on the couch as he stood up before you. You stuck out your tongue and he brought the head of his sensitive dick to your mouth. He was on the edge already, his hand pumping his shaft as you licked at his tip, coated with your previous release. With a few strokes he came, a guttural moan coming out of his mouth from the back of his throat. His cum shot out into your mouth, some of it dribbling down the sides and over your chin. He watched as you stuck out your tongue to lap up whatever you didn’t swallow.

However there was still some left around your mouth. Eren swiped it up with his fingers, before reaching over for another cookie. You watched, a mixture of surprise and (to your own surprise?) arousal, as he mixed his seed with the frosting on the tips of his fingers. He stuck his fingers into your mouth and you sucked them clean.

“Eren, you’re so ridiculous,” you finally said after lapping up the last of his salty cum and the sweet frosting.

He chuckled, landing a quick kiss to your purple-stained lips, “what, you don’t like a little milk with your cookies?”

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can I req toji eating y/n out and she asks him to spit on it 🙇🏽‍♀️

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💬: f! reader, f!receiving, he spanks your c!it 18+

toji‘s buried between your thighs— rough hands gripping alongside your legs to prevent you from squirming, but oh you couldn‘t help it. not when he was giving you the best toe-curling experience of your life. toji stared up at you with dark green eyes as his tongue practically slurped you clean, a long stripe to make you yank onto his hair. he‘s so messy to where he‘s happily nose deep, it‘s swiping against your nub and you have to lightly bite down on your bottom lip before whimpering loudly.

“f—fuck, toji…” you sniffled, cute fingers getting tangled into his messy obsidian-rooted locks. toji was so pussydrunk— his viridescent half-lidded eyes and lazy smile completely showed it.

he used a rough right hand to spread your thighs just a bit more— feeling your right leg cutely start to shake before you whine, “mfph—w—wait, toji.”

he looks up at you, pausing, and he carnally swipes his tongue against his dampened lips. undeniably attractive. “. . yes, darlin.’?”

you panted, having to catch your breath and it was adorable— toji blankly stared at you hands still gripped on your legs as his chin rested against your thigh, a seeming less dull pout forming on his lips as he waited for you to speak.

“. . i— u—um,” you stammered, suddenly growing nervous once he‘s staring you. toji always had such a stern, intimidating look on his face. “can you . . ?”

toji raises a brow. “spit it out, princess.”

you whine. “you’re not gonna do it, and you’re gonna think it‘s weird, toji.”

toji chuckles, abruptly rubbing a thumb against your folds to make you whimper. “princess, i promise i’m not gonna think it‘s weird. just tell me. besides, you interrupted me from my meal.”

you let off a short breath. “o-okay,” and for a few seconds you pause before nervously rubbing the back of your neck, staring down at your boyfriend that was directly between your legs. “can you maybe.. spit down on it?”

toji suddenly smirks, his dark thin eyebrows parting a bit at his change of expression, a lot more smug now. “. . oh,” and he lowly laughs. “baby, you know i‘d never say no to somethin’ like that,” and you moan— watching toji rub circles against your clit, it‘s growing a lot more of a quicker speed and you start to pant again. “want me to spit on this pretty pussy, then i‘ll do it jus’ for you.”

your chest heaves a bit— and just before he prepares himself, toji gives you a teasing pinch.

“eyes down here the entire time. i want you to watch me be messy for you.”

you felt a rapid pulse ring through your ears before nearly moaning from his thumb rubbing against your throbbing nub. “okay… t—toji…”

your eyes meet towards toji— and he gives you a single lick against your cunt before you watch him gather a decent amount of his saliva before he spat right on your pussy. the moment it hit against you, you moaned— and embarrassingly enough, you started to pulse excessively.

he watches it run down your slit slowly— rubbing the stubby pad of his thumb against it once more before licking his lips, only to lean in and give your sweet folds a good suck— cleaning his saliva right back up, making sure to not miss a drop.

“. . mhm princess . . ” he grunts lowly, his voice is raspy and low before you whine, feeling his spank your cunt lightly. you bite your lips— it was abrupt and new yet you wanted more, you couldn‘t stop throbbing. toji sees your needy expression before smirking.

“heh. y‘want me to do it again, don’t ya?”

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Simple Request

18+, plus size reader, toji is beefyyyyy, use of princess, spitting, crude language, grinding, light smut tbh, unedited, (this was my first time writing in a while so feedback is greatly appreciated🫶🏾 )

“youre not picking me up toji.”

your boyfriend raises his eyebrow at this. he’d been trying to convince you to let him carry you around for the day after disclosing that your feet had been hurting from work. of course treating you like a princess for a day is the first thing that came to toji’s mind. although you knew he just wanted an excuse to have his hands on your ass. but seeing as no man had ever even tried to pick you up, you had already come to the conclusion that being carried around and jumping on your man was just something you couldn’t do. so now youre stuck sitting at your kitchen barstool in nothing but some panties and a t shirt waiting for toji to drop it so you could finish the cleaning you had planned.

“look baby,” he puts his hands on your bare thighs and pushes them open, stepping in between them to get even deeper into your space. he wraps one thick arm around your back and brings his other hand to your face. “I won’t drop you, i promise i can handle it. i’m a pretty big boy” he throws you a playful wink while flexing a massive bicep. you bite your lip while contemplating his words. even still, theres still a hint of insecurity in the back of your mind.

toji can see all the thoughts running through your pretty little head from his simple request and decides to help you make your decision. he moves so fast you dont even comprehend that hes holding you in the air til you scramble to wrap your limbs around him.

“Toji what the hell!” you move one hand to smack him on the chest. His body rumbles with laughter as he watches your little hand swat at him.

“you were talking too long to make up your mind beautiful” you narrow your eyes at him but end your attacks nonetheless. you begin to take note of his proximity to you, realizing that your pussy was right against his dick, your clothed tits pressing into his bare chest. you start to feel hot, as being this close to your man always made you, his scent almost intoxicating.

“so you picked me up, now what?” you question him. he gives you a sinister smile before walking you both over to the nearest wall. he gently presses you against it and leans in to place kisses on your exposed throat.

“Toji wait” but your voice is too breathy for either of you to believe you want him to stop. he hums against your skin as he licks and bites his way up to your ear. his breath is warm against your ear “grind that pussy on me pretty girl, don’t be shy” his deep voice goes right to your already dripping core. you begin to wind your hips against his, feeling his stiff erection through your thin panties. his head lowers to catch your lips in a heated and sloppy kiss. his tongue sucks yours into his mouth while your muffled moans vibrate through both of you.

your eyes widen as your boyfriend shifts to hold you with one arm while using support from the wall. his other hand comes up to grab you roughly by the throat, lightly squeezing. “open.” you follow his command instantly, opening your mouth and sticking your tongue out. he moves his hand up to use his thumb to pin your tongue to your chin. he spits right onto your tongue and immediately leans down to lick it right back off, your tastebuds dancing across each others. you let out a needy whimper as he grabs your face and detaches his mouth from yours but still holds you close enough that your lips brush. “you’re being so good for me princess, now” he moves his hand back down to your throat and cuts your air off completely, making your brain go fuzzy. “take my fucking dick out so i can put it in your stomach”