What If We’re Having Sex And I Hit You With The “Have You Ever Tried Pie? My Favorite Is Cherry Pie”

LOVE AND DEEP SPACE TWT LINKS

Sylus:

☆ he likes to take the long way back to the N-109 Zone

☆ such a pretty mouth <3

☆ he has to stretch you out first ):

☆ feeding your desire (:

☆ showing you how much he misses you when you’re gone

Caleb:

☆ teasing caleb

☆ what he sends you from Skyhaven

☆ you knew what you were doing teasing him in that short skirt (:

☆ eye contact

☆ this video is how he makes it 2 weeks without seeing you ):

Zayne:

☆ desk pet

☆ all he has left after you help him through the frenzy enhancer ):

☆ just a routine exam <3

☆ how annoying, he’s the one who prescribed you birth control

☆ visiting him on his breaks (:

Xavier:

☆ after a long day of missions <3

☆ neighbor wellness check

☆ oral fixation

☆ helping him get better at games (:

☆ he’s just so big ):

Rafayel:

☆ Rafayel’s favorite way to paint

☆ he said it was for… inspiration?

☆ making Raf into an art piece

☆ God of Tides

☆ showing him how proud you are during his art show <3

I volunteer

I desperately need friends to talk about lads with

I’m on my knees for this one

Praise kink 🤝Degradation kink

“You’re doing so well, you’re just a little whore aren’t you?”

“My pretty, brainless doll”

“You look pretty when you’re a struggling, desperate mess”

“That’s it, keep going you dumb slut”

“You’re such a good slut”

୨୧ ― The flickering neon sign outside Toji's shitty little apartment paints his sweat-slicked back in a red glow as he slams into you, bare with no condom this time. His rough calloused hands bite into your hips hard enough to bruise, the smack of skin on skin drowning out the choked whimpers you can't stop.

"Look at you," he growls, voice gravel drenched and smug. A thick vein pulses along his cock as he drags it out slow -too slow- just to watch your pussy flutter, desperate and empty, "Clenchin’ like a fuckin’ virgin around me every goddamn time. Beggin’ me to stay." His thumb swipes through the mess dripping down your thigh, shoving two fingers past your parted lips without warning, "Taste that? All you. No rubber bullshit ruining the flavor... Or fun."

You gag around his digits, tears pricking your eyes as he rams back in with a squelch. The obscene wetness of him splitting you raw makes your toes curl. He’s right -fuck he’s right- every drag of his bare cock lights your nerves like kerosene.  

"Shoulda seen your face," he laughs, hips snapping forward to nail your cervix in a way that makes you see stars. The headboard cracks against the wall, your nails scratching red angry lines into his back. It's too good, so fucking good, but the thought of him filling you up like this- "Eyes wide, screamin’ ‘Toji, please, I’m not on the pill-!" His mimicry of your panic is vicious, mocking, "Too late now, princess, I'm gonna pump your womb full 'til it takes."

You feel him swell, thicker, hotter. Panic claws up your throat, "Wait-wait, I can’t-!" Despite your protests you can't help but pull him closer, thighs wrapped tight around his waist as he hammers home again and again, a broken mantra of, "Oh fuck oh fuck oh~-"

Toji cuts you off with a snarl, his hand wrapping around your throat and squeezing tight enough to make your pulse hammer under his palm, "You can."

It’s the way he says it -like a vow, like a curse- that unravels you. Your legs tremble around his waist, heels digging into the muscles rippling across his lower back, "S'too good- T-Toji~♡!!! Please don-don't stop!! D-Don't p-pull out~♡! Make me a mother~" 

He grins, all teeth, "There it is."  

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Toji Zenin hates condoms because he needs you to feel it- the primal, filthy truth of him branding your insides. The schlick of your juices mixing with his cum, the way your walls spasm when his tip kisses your cervix. He wants you dripping him for days, every step a reminder of how he utterly ruined you. No one could ever satisfy you the way he does.

But more than that?  

He hates them because latex can’t give you his kid.

His favorite girl, you- the woman he can picture with a tiny diamond on your ring, belly swollen and soft. The idea of you carrying his brat makes his cock ache and his teeth grind. He imagines you walking around, round and glowing. Your tits, heavy with milk, aching for his mouth.

"S’why you keep comin’ back, right?" he mutters later, holding your limp body close as he licks the sweat from your neck. He rubs your stomach, still flat, but not for long, "Deep down… you want me to put a baby in you."

Toji can see it now- a boy, with his jawline and his eyes. A girl, with your smile and his nose. A handful of tiny brats, all perfect.

He knows it would be a mistake. A kid deserves better than a monster, a man who can count his friends on one hand. Toji will never be anything more than a glorified hired body. But the thought is tempting.

"Imagine my brat, growin’ in that pretty belly. Havin' family dinners… Soccer games… Movie nights…"

He's not the kind of guy you can build a life with. Too rough, too wild, too dangerous. But Toji can't deny the way his heart clenches at the idea.

"Fuck, baby… That'd make me so fucking happy…"

Toji Zenin hates condoms because, maybe, just maybe… He'd like a family to actually call his own.

family: “why are you just sitting in ur room smiling at ur phone?”

me who’s been reading smut about fictional characters for the past 6 hours:

pope Francis really shook JD Vance’s hand and died the next day like “there’s no fucking way I’m living in the same time line as JD Vance” and just died. Me too Francis, me too.

I needed this or I was gonna combust, today is rough for me :(

Mutuals drink water, take care of yourself and remember you’re beautiful, loved and that you deserve the world

well-

it almost worked.

not proofread :[

You were in bed, as you have been the entire month, probably. Your room was messy, heck, your entire house was messy, but you were too sad to care. It’s been exactly a month since the breakup (as you’ve been counting in your head). You still haven’t gotten over him, you’re trying you really are, but you just can’t. You’re spread starfish on your bed, your clothes stained in some places from the junk food you’ve been ordering and the leftovers scattered all over your room. Your hair looks like a tornado went through it, your eyes staring at the ceiling— more specifically the center of the ceiling, you didn’t know why but that’s your favorite place to stare at.

Your fingers reach for your phone next to you, bringing it up to your face so you can check for any messages

—none—

Nothing, no one’s texted you, that stung sure, but what really hurt, was that he didn’t text you, I mean he doesn’t have to, you broke up, so why do you still love him? (You guys broke up due to different wants in life btw, what those wants are, is up to you)

you sigh, and put your phone back down, closing your eyes, even though it’s morning and you just woke up, but still—you try to go to sleep, to forget about all the pain. And just when you close your eyes, ready for sleep to overtake you, you hear a

—Ding—

part two?