Jaeger-bmb - Keisukes Pup - Tumblr Blog

miss poppy im gonna need you to elaborate on EITHER the frat making michi fuck us in front of all them OR cucking him because both scenarios are driving me absolutely insane

hshshshs tws for: implied? drugging. alcohol abuse, dubcon. scummy culty fraternity shit

mikey is an intimidating person. his soft blonde hair and angelic features betray how cunning he really is. his smile might be calm but it instills a sense of fear. his friend, fraternity bros, are all intimidating too, in their own way. draken and baji remind you of animals, feral and wild looking. draken towers and while he doesn't outwardly give any threatening vibes you can tell by the way he looms behind mikey he is dangerous. baji leers and looks like he's two seconds away from pouncing on you himself and tearing into you with his teeth. not even chifuyu offers you any kind of comfort, his gaze cold. And hanma....if mikey wasn't here, you'd walk out the door.

these are the frat men takemichi wants to join, and when you agreed to help him with being hazed, you hadn't thought he meant this. you didn't think he knew either, but you've both been ushered in under the guise of it being a small party.

they hand you both drinks, again and again, until you're both a bit hazy and michi is pink cheeked and you're hot all over. you hear their voices around you like fuzzy background noise, you feel mikeys cool hand cup your cheek, looking down at you with a little interest. he looks at michi too and you can see the way michis eyes go even more hazy; hm. mikeys chain glints as he steps back and you feel someone at your back, a deep baratone voice saying "just go with it, princess. can't be letting virgins into our frat, now"

blindfolds go over both yours and michis eyes, the music swells and you're both being pushed at eachother, cackles and jabs sounding out from all around you both, you can barely pick out who's saying what. hoots go off and you can't tell what's happening but you suddenly feel rough hands shoving at your clothes, their being taken off for you. Your befuddled brain registeres the same thing must be happening to michi, you hear a whisle and "huh. dudes got a fucking coke can for a dick, who knew" and "bet he doesn't even fucking now how to use it"

"that for her sweet pussy to worry about" and you feel someone guiding your legs open. you hear the chants crescendoing, "virgin blood, virgin blood, virgin blood"

Its how he's being initiated you realize distantly, the ring of blood around his cock when his clammy hands find your plush thighs and he sinks inside you after missing more then a few times. your little cry is muffled by the cheers and praises from all the men around you, egging michi on.

go on michi, fuck her' man, fuck er' harder. how's your first virgin pussy feel around that fat cock, mich?

Its primal and sweaty and you're both lustdrunk and humping into eachother on the floor while you're watched and judged. your hear other slick sounds and wonder if they're touching themselves to this scene. michis cock stirs up your insides and he pants into your neck, his blindfold damp with his overwhelmed tears, just like yours. "f-feels so good. oh my god, g-gonna cum"

"Do it inside." That voice pierces through the rest of the agreements. Mikeys. There is no room for argument, your cunt clenches around your best friends as he whines and ruts harder between your sticky legs, slick with your blood and juices.

"make a fucking bloody cream pie so I can lick it out after, mich" hanmas voice. others murmer in agreement.

you can do little more then cling to his shoulders and wrap your shaking legs around him, dig your heels into his spine and pitifully beg for his cum. he gives it to you, his fat cock unloading as he moans drunkenly, his balls sloppy as they slap against your ruined soaked cunt, his seed spilling out around his still pumping dick. you can feel it twitch inside you the head spurting more and more copious amounts of his cum into you.

you both lay there clinging to eachother, sweaty and disoriented, your blindfold slips a little and you bleary-eyed blink up to see the room full of men leering down at you both like you're fucking meat and they're all lions. your pussy spams one last time pathetically around michi causing him to jerk inside.

mikey comes into veiw again and you can't explain the joy that you feel that he looks pleased. he runs a hand through michis damp hair. His lips quirk at you.

"Welcome to kappa touman, little puppy"

no bc i want to homewreck a couple in an unloving relationship. i want to cuck historia. want tears dripping down those pretty pink cheeks of hers when eren splits me open on his cock. I want them to be on the verge of breaking up and this was supposed to help but instead it just drives them further apart. i want him to cum in me, when he wasn't supposed too. i want to hear her bitchy voice say "eren dont you dare-" and the only acknowledgment she gets is him grunting because his eyes have already rolled back into his head as he starts to empty his load inside me, his raspy words overpowering hers as he addresses me. "fuck, baby. you're so fuckin' good"

can you do eren X chubby reader plz🥺?

eren really does love chubby women. loves how you’re so soft n you keen when he touches you real sweet 🥺 makes him wanna tease n pinch and kiss all over.

him n connie talk about plus sized women all the time—jean chips in, too, sometimes (when mikasa’s specifically not around).

he loves to scoop your thighs up while he has his head between them n feel em up, squeeze and lick and pinch. likes how they feel under his finger tips. makes him hungry.

he loves how his hardness contrasts real pretty with your plushness. it makes him wanna bully you around a little, makes him wanna keep you in his lap, wrap you up in his arms n never let you go. and if you let him, that’s exactly what he does. eren just loves how you feel in his lap, your hands pressing into his abdomen and gasping just a little when his muscles flex and that thing starts twitching to life.

loves showing you how strong he is, wants you to trust him with your body. you’re whimpering about how you might be too heavy but s’goin in one ear and out the other for him. he’s already planning which way he’s gonna lift you up in drop you on his dick.

is hopelessly in love with you. always following you around like a puppy. can’t keep his eyes off of you when you’re in his vicinity. probably gets in trouble (or clowned by his friends) whenever you are—for bein’ such a fuckin’ simp.

jean with a slightly bimbo girlfriend is cool and all but what about jean with a slightly bimbo girl [space] friend?

he’d be the kind of friend you send your slutty tryout haul pics to and whose lap you sit on at parties.

the kind of friend who always, always has your date’s blood boiling because he doesn’t seem to notice the date at all.

the kind of friend who will kick any other guy out of the room if you need to change because “it’s not right” while he himself sits to the side of the room on his phone.

the kind of friend whose dates get equally upset at the dynamic, and when you ask him why so many of the girls you see him with come and go, he just swipes your chin with a finger and tells you not to worry yourself about it.

the kind of friend whose arms you jump into as soon as you see him and he hugs you to him, carrying you off the ground and spinning you and murmuring about where you been, stranger? while the rest of your friends watching by wonder about how, didn’t the two of you see each other not two days ago?

the kind of friend who slouches on you in a loose hug from behind at parties and blows raspberries into your neck to make you laugh.

the kind of friend who you say “isn’t he so fine? don’t you think he is? look at his arms…he’s single, you know. you should ask him out!” about to other girls as you both watch on at the man.

the kind of friend who keeps his hand on your back or waist or in your own hand at social gatherings because he knows you get lost easily.

the kind of friend who bows his head to look at you, his voice a murmur of asking about your day with hands on your arms or waist and yours on his chest, your eyes wide and your voice excitable as you tell him all about it.

the kind of friend who you flop your entire body on top of at smoke sessions and nap in his neck after only a few hits while he rests a big hand on your thigh and breathes smoke close enough to your nose to get a reaction out of you.

the kind of friend who no matter how many times he’s asked the question and no matter how skeptical the looks thrown his way are, jean always answers, “oh, y/n? yeah, she’s my friend.”

because @kingdomofaeries and i were yelling about this on ft

jean who lets bimbo friend reader practice giving blowjobs on him!!!!!!

nsfw 18+. minors do not interact. 

"like this?” 

“mmm,” jean’s content sigh has your lips stretching into a smile around his tip. you know even before he lets out a little hiss that the action causes your teeth to graze a little too much on the flesh of his cock. you quickly roll your lips back over your teeth with a noise of apology. “iss’good, keep going,” he pats your damp hair.

it’s from your earlier shower. you were getting ready for your date at his apartment, as you often do. after you came out of his shower, you’d been ranting to your close friend about your worries for the night ahead. 

“i sound like such a virgin. it’s not even like that, though; it’s just ‘cause this guy’s big, jean.” you met jean’s eyes in the mirror of his vanity with a frightened, awed expression to your face so that your message was really conveyed. “we didn’t do anything last time, but i could feel him through his pants, and i got worried, y’know? ‘cause i’ve never had that big and—well, if we fuck, i’ll make it work, but what if i have to suck him off? it’d be so humiliating if i did bad.” you pouted at yourself in the mirror as you rubbed moisturizer into your cheeks. jean, who sat on his bed behind you, vaguely listening with his phone in hand, hummed along. 

“how big is he?” he asked. finally, he turned off his phone and tossed it before falling back to the mattress and staring at the ceiling. “if you had to guess, i mean.” 

“um...”

jean looked back at your sports bra and shorts-clad figure and quickly realized his mistake, a fond smile on his face. your brows were furrowed in confusion as you examined the length of your own index finger, surely trying to remember how long an inch is. 

“here.” he sat back up and beckoned you over. you were standing between his spread legs in a moment, and he held his hands out between your bodies in a yay big gesture. “this big?” he asked. you stared for a moment with puckered lips before shaking your head. jean widened the distance between his hands. “this big?” your smaller hands came to his own and spread them apart just a little more. 

“mmm...” you squinted. “i think like that big.” 

jean looked at his own hands and thought for a moment. 

“that’s not the worst.” 

“but i’ve never had that big!” the look of worry returned to your face. jean pulled you down to sit on one of his thighs. “besides, how would you know? you ever taken dick before?” you broke into a fit of giggles and poked his chest. 

“no, i just know ‘cause i’m bigger,” he replied. there was no cockiness in his voice, just frankness. your mouth dropped open.

“really?” and jean exhaled in amusement at how you didn’t have the sense to hide how your eyes went to the seat of his pants. “well, are girls bad when they suck your dick ‘cause they don’t know how?” 

“hm...sometimes. but it’s just about helping them figure out how to do it right.”

your shoulders slouched and you let your temple rest in jean’s neck with sad eyes that stared forward. jean tilted his gaze to look at you. he ran his hand up and down the bare skin of your back to comfort you. 

“i don’t think this guy’d teach me how to. he’s not as nice as you are.” the look on your face was so genuinely troubled it made jean frown. 

“i can help, if you want me to.” 

your eyes were on him in an instant. there was a little disbelief, a little childish beam as you wiggled on his lap. 

“really?” 

“how long before you gotta meet him?” 

and that’s how you’ve ended up between jean’s legs as he slowly guides you further down the length of his cock. there’s a burn in your eyes and your throat opens and shuts in protest, but as you stare forward you see you’re almost at the dark hair that tells you you’ve taken all of him. 

“through your nose, right? right,” jean reminds you with a nod. “good girl.” he comes down onto the bed, one elbow propping his body up to watch you while the other one still guides your head further. “try sucking.”

you listen obediently, pulling in a deep breath through your mouth that elicits slurping sounds from the sheer volume of your spit coating his cock and your face. jean groans in approval. “tha’ssit...” 

finally, your nose touches his trimmed hairs. you rest your forehead against his torso and groan at the effort to keep your jaw wrenched open. the sound makes jean rut into your mouth. "okay?” he asks you. you hum your affirmation, and his leaking cock twitches again. “i can do the moving, but it’ll be harder for you. you wanna practice that or want me to go easy?” 

you look up at him with wide, willing eyes. jean smiles and ruffles your hair before swirling it together into a makeshift ponytail held together by his hand. and then he’s pulling himself out of your mouth. you manage a small breath before he’s going all the way back in, and then out and in and out and in until each one of his breaths is loud and primal and your hands are planted on his thighs, tears running down your cheeks. 

his pace is fast but his strength is not brutal. his pushes and pulls of your head are calculated, bringing you up from his thick base just before your whole stomach wretches and stopping just before his tip bounces out of your mouth before you’re coming down again. 

“yeah...yeah...take it,” he breathes. he knows he’s still within his bounds by the way your fingers draw quick patterns into his thighs. somehow he knows he’d be feeling the sting of your nails if you weren’t okay. 

when his thrusts get faster, sloppier and clipped groans erupt from his breaths, jean knows he’s close. and for all your airheadedness, the wiggle of your butt tells him you know he’s close. “in here?” he asks. you hum your consent.

before long, jean is stilling, thrusting his cock deep into your throat and wrapping his big hand around the back of your head to push you to meet him. you whine with the effort of keeping your churning stomach from making you thrash, just as jean is twitching and pouring hot cum into your mouth. he’s so far back in your throat that you don’t even have to swallow for the cum to slide down your esophagus. you do your best to suckle on his base with your tongue as he rides out his high, watching with blurred vision as his balls tighten and twitch. they finally relax once you’ve milked him dry, and only then does he pull you off him. 

“was that good?” you ask almost immediately. jean laughs and falls back on his elbows. 

“yeah. he’ll like that, no doubt.” 

you beam in accomplishment before getting up and turning back to pick at the makeup spread out on the vanity like nothing happened. jean raises an eyebrow. 

“y/n?”

“mhm?” 

“go brush your teeth again.” 

note: thx for the thoughts *slams head into wall*

— jaeger_bomb has uploaded a new video

pairing: eren jaeger x fem!reader

word count:

summary: college au. the one where campus fuckboy and baseball extraordinaire, eren jaeger, runs trost catholic university's most infamous porn account.

trigger warnings: nsfw content, 18+ only, minors dni. minors will be blocked. smoking. dubcon/noncon. religious themes (catholic). sacrilegious themes. oral (fem receiving). fingering (fem receiving). vaginal sex. sex toys. spanking. cockwarming. bondage. voyeurism. exhibitionism. degradation. humiliation. cum play. creampie. felching.

jaeger_bomb has uploaded a new video.

every student has access to it— to eren's private account; it's an open secret in the university. heck, even teachers had access to it. connie swears to god that he caught his physics teacher jerking to it once in an empty classroom.

every video is different. this time, eren's face is wedged between a pair of thighs. like in most of his videos, he's wearing his school uniform, and he's lying down on his chest. the only thing visible to the camera is the blue walls of his dorm room, the unknown cameraman's knees hooked over his shoulders, and the way his eyes are looking at her soaked panties.

his hands are holding her thighs apart when he kisses at her clothed clit, and the video shakes slightly when she takes a sharp inhale and twitches in surprise. eren's eyes snap to the camera, as if he forgot it was there, and he smiles.

"nervous, little one?" he asks, then he chuckles. "move the camera closer."

the cameraman does as she's told, and eren lifts up the skirt of her uniform to let the camera see her soiled white lace panties. the fabric is hugging her crotch from how wet she is, and eren places another kiss at her swollen clit.

there's a dark spot where her hole is, and he drags two fingers up her slit before showing the camera. her slick strings between his digits, "she's really wet, isn't she?" he licks his fingers. "tastes pretty fucking good too."

he takes off her soiled panties before putting them in his pant pocket, and he situates himself back between her thighs. his lips kiss up and down the skin before his tongue peaks out to lick her clit, eyes cheekily staring at something beyond the camera when she sighs in content.

"mm i guess i was little mean to you today, huh?" he murmurs against her clit, a high pitched mhm is heard in the video. "couldn't handle being edged during your first class, could you?" this time, a high pitched uh-uh.

eren laughs, dragging a long finger up and down her slit to spread her wetness. "ah, what am i going to do with you? needy little one," without warning he slips the finger inside her pussy, eliciting another adorable whine from her lips when it reaches his knuckle. he begins thrusting, and one finger becomes two, thighs twitching and pleasured mewls when he curls his fingers up just right.

he's staring at the cameraman with his cheek propped up on his free hand, and he continues pushing his fingers in and out of her little hole.

"have you been a good girl today? yeah? you have?"

indiscernible murmurs are heard behind the camera, as if the cameraman was pleading her case with eren. eren sighs and shakes his head.

"i guess i could eat you out. my good girl deserves a reward, doesn't she? been so fucking good today, haven't you?"

he lies down on his chest so he's face to face with her pussy, hooking one thigh over his shoulder. he doesn't stop fingering her.

"give our audience a show, yeah? show them how nice you sound when you get your pussy eaten out,"

his tongue licks at her clit and she whines— once, twice, three times— and he wraps his lips around her swollen little nub.

"itadakimasu,"

jaeger_bomb has uploaded a new video.

eren's face isn't visible in the video. instead, it's an angled shot with the camera between a girls' legs, giving the audience a perfect view of her pussy from underneath her uniform's skirt.

eren's behind her, feet keeping her legs spread apart. her panty's pulled down to just above her knees, and eren's fingers are playing with her slick. the background is bright, and they seem to be in a park of sorts— the university park, as students would recognize— and the girl seems to be holding herself up against a tree.

"did you have fun teasing me in class, huh, little one?" he grunts, annoyed

a hand comes down to her pussy in a harsh spank when she doesn't reply, and a gasp escapes her lips. "tsk, forgot that you enjoy having your pretty little pussy spanked," he delivers another harsh slap, this time making sure that most of the pressure lands on her clit, and she whines. "i'll just have to make it hurt, then."

he lands more slaps to her pussy, each spank making small mewls escape her lips. her adorable cunny's starting to get red and swollen— if one were to look closely enough, they'd see slick string between eren's palm and her little hole when he slaps it. when eren gives a particularly strong spank she lets out a long and loud whine, her knees buckle underneath her, and eren has to catch her to keep her standing.

"oi, get up. and don't be so loud— do you want to get caught? s'that it? you want people to catch you in the park with your panties down and your pussy leaking?"

a murmur of no, no, i'll be good, is heard in the video.

"good. now— fucking, get up, fucking whore,"

she tries but her knees are still too weak, and unfortunately for her eren's patience is running thin. he slips two fingers inside her hole, hooking them, then dragging them up so she's forced to stand up on her tiptoes with a panicked whimper.

"there we go. that was easy, wasn't it?" he coos mockingly, thumb beginning to rub circles into the underside of her clit. "now, how should i punish you, little one? make you walk around with my cum all day? no— no, you'd like that." the audience knows she doesn't have a choice in her punishments— she never does— eren simply liked talking to the camera. little mewls are escaping her lips and she's squirming her legs from eren's teasing. "ah, wait, i have a better idea."

the video briefly goes black before it cuts to a new scene; this time, eren's walking behind the same girl. the camera's angled so only her skirt and below are visible, and they're seen walking around what seems to be the school parking lot. other students can be heard chatting somewhere in the background.

"d'you like this punishment, little one?" he asks cheekily. "thought it up myself,"

the camera shakes and it moves to a view underneath her skirt. one end of a double ended dildo is shoved into her pussy, and the other end's clasped to her thigh with a leather strap. each step she took pushed the dildo in and out of her hole, and her slick's dripping down the long shaft.

eren reaches out in front of him to rub her clit as she walks, and he laughs behind the camera when she lets out a little moan and, knees shyly closing before eren pushes them apart, and she slightly falters in her step.

"c'mon, it's only a twenty minute walk back to the dorms. you got this, babe."

jaeger_bomb has uploaded a new video.

this time the girl is fully naked and she's sat prettily on eren's lap. the camera's angled so that only she's only visible from below her collarbones. her back's pressed against his chest, and one of eren's hands is holding on to a cigarette. the other one rests at her bare hip.

the room is slightly dim, light occasionally flashing against the wall, microphone slightly picking up the film they were watching. there isn't much going on— just a girl sitting naked on eren's lap— but from what the camera can see, her hands are probably tied behind her back, and eren's cock is buried deep inside her pussy. a vibrator strapped to her thigh is humming at her clit, and her thighs occasionally twitch as she squirms.

"it's a slow night tonight," he murmurs to no one in particular. he takes a puff of his cigarette before bringing the stick to her lips, and she obediently takes a puff herself. "finals week, already studied, got bored. so i decided to visit my favorite cock sleeve for a little, uh... excitement, if you get what i mean." he chuckles, and she mewls when he teasingly thrusts his hips up to hers.

"nothing exciting about this, though," he sighs "you guys already know but i've done this a couple times already. my favorite one has to be when i made her do this in the communal study lounge during the midterm rush." she stiffens when the hand on her hip begins to slowly caress up her tummy, squeezing her breast in his hand before tugging and tweaking at her nipples. she's squirming more on his hips now, "she's been like this for... how long's it been? an hour? yeah, an hour now. and she hasn't cum— she's not allowed to. isn't that right, baby girl?"

he nuzzles his nose into the crook of her neck, playfully biting down on her shoulder, and she giggles. the hand tweaking her nipple is now wrapped securely around her waist, and eren begins to softly thrust his hips, eliciting relieved moans from the girl on his lap.

this is one of the few times eren is seen being soft with the mystery girl.

"mm she feels pretty fucking good, too. fuck— so warm. so wet," he puts out the cigarette on a dish on the bedside table. then he grabs the camera, settling it directly in front of the girl's spread thighs to give the audience a closeup shot her her needy cunny. she's still stuffed stuffed full with cock, and eren grants the audience an interrupted view of her swollen pussy when he turns off the vibrator and takes it off her clit.

she stiffens when he slowly pulls out of her, and once eren's cock is free, her pussy clenches around nothing. his cock, on the other hand, is coated in clear slick— her clear slick— and the occasional streak of thick white cum.

"see that?" he murmurs, angling the camera closer. "that's all my little girl's. didn't even need to use lube tonight, she was practically humping my thigh when i answered the door," he brags. he was always so proud of his little cock sleeve. "oh! maybe i should do that next video. have her hump my thigh like a little bitch in heat— you guys decide. not to be a youtuber, but leave a comment or some shit."

he nudges the tip back in and taps her thigh, and she takes it as her cue to slowly sink down on his cock. a satisfied hum leaves eren's lips when he bottoms out.

"god, fuck, this is mine. all mine,"

jaeger_bomb has uploaded a new video.

the next video is much like the one from the park— the camera's between the girl's legs, angled so that it has a perfect view of her pussy from underneath her skirt, and her panties are pulled down to her thighs. eren's stood behind her and her arms are propped up against a wall, only this time, they're in what seems to be an empty classroom, and eren's cock is drilling in and out of her sopping cunt.

"yeah, you like this?" he pants, hips unrelenting and pace fast. how the girl still manages to stand is beyond the viewers. "like it when i— goddamn— fuck your tight little cunny? yeah?"

mewls of agreement are indiscernible but heard. his cock is shiny from her slick and some of it's dripping down the sides of her thighs and onto her thigh high socks. but neither she nor eren seem to mind.

"fucking— such a needy, little whore," every word is accentuated by a thrust of his hips, and the girl squeals when a hand suddenly reaches down and begins to rub at her clit. "are you close? yeah? my baby girl is close?"

the mic picks up a high pitched, needy uh-huh! uh-huh!

"then fucking cum, you good for nothing slut. fucking cum like the little whore you are,"

eren rubs her clit faster, and soon she's moaning out a mantra of eren's name. arms and legs shaking, her own juice dripping down her thighs as eren fucks her through it.

"mm... that's a good girl, that's my good fucking girl," eren's orgasm comes a little after hers, hips speeding up to ride out his high before slowing down to a stop. hands on her hips, mounted deep inside his little bitch as he empties his cum inside her pussy.

he stills for a few moments to catch his breath, and the microphone picks up what seems to be the sound of eren kissing her forehead. they're both panting when he slowly eases his cock out, tucking it into his pants and lifting her skirt up so he could watch the way his cum slowly drips out of her little hole.

"beautiful," he murmurs in awe.

he's patting her skirt down before pulling her panties up to her soiled cunny; fingers coming down to her clothed crotch to massage his cum into the fabric and all over her pussy. she grinds her hips down onto his hand, too, clearly liking the way her pussy feels coated with his cum. "you gonna go to class like this? yeah?" he chuckles, giving her cunt a teasing slap. off camera, eren kisses her nose, and she smiles. "that's my girl,"

jaeger_bomb has uploaded a new video.

the video was uploaded on the same day, an hour or so apart. this time, eren's holding the camera and the mystery girl's sat on what seems to be a wooden table covered with white cloth. if eren were to take a few steps back, the camera would be able to capture the multiple church pews behind her, and people would recognize the table she was sat on as the university's church altar— the place where priests read the bible and prepare the sacred wine and bread.

she's naked, and her school uniform's in a messy pile on the floor. eren's palm comes from behind the camera to spread her legs, showing the viewers her sopping pussy, still covered in a slight layer of white— his cum. some of it drips onto the holy cloth.

"believe it or not, this wasn't my idea," he says, finger dragging through her cum covered pussy before bringing it up to her lips for her to lick it clean. "it was none other than my little girl's idea— and well, i'm down to try anything at least once."

he gestures for her to move back and she does just that, him situating the camera next to her to get a good, handsfree angle.

he kneels down on the floor, fingers pushing her thighs further before spreading her pussy lips apart, and he admires the view before delving in with his tongue. her thighs twitch from his movements, soft sighs turning into high pitched moans, hands carding through his hair as he licks her pussy clean of his cum on their church altar.

the flatness of his tongue pays special attention to her clit and eren's groaning at how fucking good she tastes. his tongue licks her from her ass to her mound, making sure to get every last drop, before it dips inside her hole— eager to clean her up from the inside out.

she squirts in that video, getting it all over the altar. eren teases her about how much she must've enjoyed defiling the church.

the video ends with the mystery girl riding eren's cock. he's sat on the priest's lush and holy chair, and the camera's behind them. eren's gripping her ass cheeks apart to give viewers a good look at how well she takes his cock, his name spilling out of her lips in moans like a prayer.

he cums inside her, too, and he proudly shows the camera, once again, how pretty her pussy is when it's covered in cum.

"okay but... this, this one," two fingers dip inside her hole before being dragged out, smearing his cum onto her clit. "this one's my idea,"

"do you see the problem now, mr. jaeger?" erwin asks. he's grasping the remote to pause the discriminating video, before deciding to turn the tv off altogether when he realizes what frame he's stopped on. he takes out the flashdrive labeled EVIDENCE from behind the monitor.

eren nods. "i understand, mr. smith."

"i take it you still won't confess to us who the mystery woman is?"

this time, eren shakes his head. "i apologize sir, but no. i'm comfortable being seen in that light, but my partner isn't. i'd like to respect her wishes and boundaries."

"i see," erwin murmurs in thought. "eren, son, we're more than glad to look past your... shenanigans, if you will. you know that this is largely due to the funding you bring because of your endeavors with sports, correct? that what you have is not a right, but a privilege?"

eren nods again.

"i understand that all people who follow your account have signed non-disclosure agreements and therefore don't risk ruining either your or trost catholic univeristy's reputation," he leans back on his chair, pinching the bridge of his nose as he sighs, "but i don't understand why you felt the need to disgrace the altar. of all things, the altar, eren."

"it was very insensitive of me, mr. smith, and for that i deeply apologize."

before erwin can reply, there's a knock at the door, and it opens to you. "hey, dad, can you— oh! sorry," you murmur sheepishly. "thought you were off duty since it's past your shift,"

"it's fine, y/n" erwin hums. "you know eren, correct? and eren knows you?"

"yeah," you reply. "we don't hangout much but we have theology together,"

"in that case, you must also know about..." he sifts through the papers on his desk before picking one up, "jaeger, underscore, bomb?"

"...uh, yes?"

"in that case, i'm assigning you to keep watch of eren. you don't have to follow him around, just... make sure he doesn't sully the altar with his endeavors again."

it's twenty minutes after an extremely awkward talk about the do's and don'ts of eren's sexcapades that you can finally escape your father's stuffy office, clearly not expecting your quick "can you sign this form" to turn into you babysitting an overgrown manchild.

eren takes a few long strides ahead to open the door for you, and you smile at him in thanks before bidding your dad farewell. at least the manchild had manners.

"so..." eren starts, and you nod.

"so."

"you're my babysitter now, huh?"

"yeap," you reply, popping the 'p'

and before you could even make it five feet away from the dean's office— your father's office— eren's hands are on your waist, lips capturing yours, and he's backing you into the wall of the long, quiet corridor.

"really, eren? here?" you mumble through kisses.

"you didn't seem to mind when we did it in the park. or in the church. figured you wouldn't mind doing it in front of the dean's office, yeah?"

his kisses trail from your lips to litter around your jaw and neck. soon eren's down on his knees, taking his phone out. you can feel your face warm up when he lifts your skirt to admire your white lace panties, and he pulls the front down so he could get a good view of your slick-covered pussy, still covered in his cum from earlier in the day. the cum strings from your clit to your panties, and your cheeks grow warmer when you realize he's snapping a picture.

"for keepsakes," he says cheekily.

your panties are pulled down your legs, and you prop yourself against the wall as he slips it off completely before tucking it into his pockets. he hooks one of your knees up on his shoulders to get a better vantage point, and he eagerly licks his lips as he stares at the sight.

"you look so fucking good— i gotta eat this, fuck, fuck, fuck," his fingers fumble clumsily with his phone for a few seconds before he finally opens the app, mouth eagerly hovering over your awaiting cunt. a notification is sent throughout the campus.

jaeger_bomb is now live.

tag list: @junisfics @alert-arlert

lights, camera, action! 🎥

SYNOPSIS ✰ your realm is softcore, his is hardcore— what happens when you take a step into his world? was the oh so feared eren yeager as bad as people say he is?

WARNINGS ✰ dark content, 18+, pornstar!au, very descriptive drug use (coke), bdsm, impact play, breath play, temperature play, (light) anal, bondage, degradation, overstimulation, forced orgasms, use of “daddy”, asshole eren, hints of sad boy eren(?), sex work, spit.

PAIRING ✰ eren yeager x female reader.

WC ✰ 11.3K

“Eren Yeager.”

“I’m sorry?”

“Your co-star for this scene is going to be Eren Yeager.”

To an outsider, hearing that a rookie would be working with the top male performer in the industry sounds like a dream, a once in a lifetime deal that not a single soul would pass up. The kind of opportunity that comes once in a lifetime merely by luck. It all sounds perfect. This could potentially be the breakout moment that every newbie wishes for while they’re daydreaming with starry and distant eyes paired with a loopy smile plastered across their lips— clocked in at their day job. It makes sense, it does. So with that being said, you can’t blame anyone who would draw this conclusion from the given circumstances without a deeper context. On paper, you should’ve been over the moon with excitement and joy when your manager gave you the news, but in reality that wasn’t the case. Not in the slightest.

Keep reading

FAMILIAR. [eren jaeger]

based on this song: familiar by agnes obel

PAIRING: EREN JAEGER X F!READER

MINORS DNI. NSFW/MATURE. PSYCHOLOGICAL THRILLER. 7.7K WORDS.

TRIGGERING CONTENT. AGED UP CHARACTER [25-30]. MENTIONS OF MENTAL ILLNESSES. MENTIONS OF SADISM, SPANKING, BLOOD. OBSESSION. MANIPULATION.

SOUNDTRACK FOR: ONE TWO THREE

FAMILIAR

“Tell me Eren, why did you quit writing?”

Words fell from your mouth just before you were interrupted by the loud thuds on the other side of the door. Three times. You startled; back straight and the confidence you just had was stuck between your knees you were pressing together.

The next sound filled the room, it felt like a crash against the door of your office. The heavy door almost cried, or maybe it was your brain turning this into a tragedy. The confidence you had seconds ago scattered into pieces just like the clock hanging on your wall. It was a gift from an old friend of yours, you couldn't remember his name but you know you wouldn’t be able to decorate your psychiatrist office if he wasn’t there.

He was the one with the taste after all.

All you can do was looking at the pieces on the ground now, the pieces of time, laying on the dark red carpet.

“We still have twenty three minutes.”

It’s his voice caught your attention again, it had some type of dominance in it that made you forget the scratching noises coming from the wooden door. It was gentle as much as it mocks you. He continued only when he saw your eyes on him again, your look met with his body on his knees first. They were apart and it felt like your whole body could fit there, if you try to sit on the small space between the antique coffee table and the dark leather couch he was sitting at.

“Don’t worry, Ma’am. I am good at counting, I will inform you when our session is done.” He spoke in a calm tone; and when you try to reach the table clock next to your notebook, you soon realize that the clock is gone.

Your patient smiled reassuringly, you barely could hear the scratching sounds. It made your nails itch and it made you take a deep breath to focus on him once again. There were things you admire about your patient, one of them was how he would wait for an eternity until he has your attention. He would hold his gaze on you until he hears your next words.

“Don’t you remember, Ma’am? You asked me a question. Would you like to repeat it for me?”

Of course you remember.

You smiled, your eyes finally left his legs, fine black fabric was hugging his strong limbs as usual. You asked your question as you let your eyes wander on his white shirt, without a permission, this is one of the signs of how much he cares about these sessions.

“Please tell me, why did you quit writing?” The tip of your fingers brushed over the notes from your past sessions, there are way too many pages. You took a mental note to seperate the ones about him just after this one. You continued. “Just before you publish your most expected book— if I remember right?”

“Ah,” Your patient smiled while looking into your eyes directly as soon as he caught them in his green orbs. “You remember every detail just perfect, it’s almost like you read about me every single night before you sleep.”

There is silence in the room, and you wonder why your curtains are so dark, a little bit of sunlight would be cheering for the patients.

“Excuse me, Mr. Jaeger?”

“Do you also remember how I would be pleased if I hear my name instead of hearing you calling me Mister?”

This time you had to look at the hand on your lap for a moment and this way you were able to take a breath again. He was using the gentle tone of him, however it felt like you were crushing under the humiliation every time he speaks.

He knows how to control his anger, you reminded to yourself. This is not the thing he doesn’t know how to control, make him talk. “I am hearing you, Eren.” For a moment, you sounded provocative. A smile formed on his lips and that little smile made the synthetic confidence stuck in your body, giving you an illusion of a time and space where you were his equal.

“I quit because I fell in love, Ma’am.”

Your head got foggy for a moment, maybe you should call someone for taking care of the mice. Your nails hurt time to time but it’s nothing like the pain your heart carries. I fell in love, he said. You know your patient is not able to love. It would be a disaster. A disaster, a disaster, a disaster—

“This is lovely, Eren.” You smile. “What was your motivation behind it? You didn't want to scare her with your fresh book, I assume?”

He finally gave you a chance to observe him when he closed his eyes slowly and his head fell to the back of the couch like it was heavy to carry. There’s a tattoo on the left side of the column of his neck, his chest on his display as much as the buttons allow you.

You watched his wide shoulders moving featherly with half lidded eyes. Then his whole chest started to vibrate. Oh, he was laughing. Another act to hide his anger or the discomfort.

“I kept the book to myself because I was scared, yes. The type of fear i had never experienced before, it was eating me alive.” His eyes climbed all the way up on your body, then found your eyes and lingered there. “I had no intentions to share her, you see.”

You spoke in one breath. “Please be more clear.”

“I fell in love with the woman I created.”

Silence. The patient continued. “As soon as I realized she’s the only thing I can write, I quit— never published the book, trapped her there.”

You shivered on your seat. “What makes you think that she’s trapped?”

This wasn’t the question on your mind. You had to tell him he sounds like a bad person and he is not one.

“It’s the perfect description for her. She was made for me. All those pages are there to make her stay. Here—“ He brushes his temple with the tip of his pointer finger. “She’s safe and all for my use.”

Your breath hitched, this is the time you realized you were sitting like a sick person since the beginning. The image you thought you have left your mind immediately and you think this room has to have a mirror one day, or any reflective surface.

You felt like you are his patient for the first time in that session, the silence remained as he watched your struggle to find a new position with a smile on his lips.

Silence. Scratches.

“Tell me Eren, do you in a need of a friend? Please enlighten me, why a creature creates?” He grinned, the next time he talked he acted like your first question doesn’t even exist.

It was your fault, asking multiple questions to him, you knew. You knew that Eren Jaeger always choose the one he wants; he is the one who leads the conversation to where he wants and sometimes it makes you feel like you are here just because he chose you.

Your patient sat straight most of the time, his body language was some way always inviting. He only let you remind yourself he is a writer time to time; he would pick his words to speak poetical, his next sentence would make you think he was struggling to form a sentence. Even his mind games were creative, not giving you any chance to realize that you were sitting here all the time without any barrier between you and him. If he’s not able to hold a conversation, he would barely be able to hold someone in his hands, yes?

Just before he answered you, you already knew he doesn’t in a need of a friend. You’re the company i prefer, he already said.

“I like your questions, Ma’am.” He licked his lips for a fake pause, he had enough time to collect his words. “We create to exist, don’t you think? We create to live one more day. We create to keep our soul alive, floating on the air and those minds we planted ourselves in. It’s the most selfish thing when you think of it yet we all worship the ones who gave us the ninth symphony, Mona Lisa, field equations. You all pay a price for our creations, you give us a life to live for a lifetime until you whisper the simple melody in your child’s ear, until you scribble a sentence from my book on a page.”

There was silence again, your nails hurt by holding your skirt in your fist for every second he holds his gaze on you. There was a gentle expression on your face as you watched the man who stole the Devil’s eyes.

“What’s the difference between you and a god, Eren?”

The patient reached for his water and you watched him how he wets his lips. It took him so long to play with his glass that for a moment you thought you are here to admire his beauty; the knuckles around the glass and his silver rings tapping against it.

“I like your skirt, Ma’am.”

An unexpected puff of air left your mouth. “That’s so kind of you—”

“Can I feel it? What’s the texture of it? Is it as smooth as it seems?”

The next time you spoke, you sounded authoritative, which made him chuckle with delight. “Once again you are distracted.”

“Although the pieces are shattered, my full attention is on you, Ma'am. Have my actions disappointed you?” He finally gave up his upright posture, let his back meet with the black leather. His smile was a harbinger of the things he was going to say.

“Isn’t it an arousing thing— catching my attention with only a piece of fabric?”

Silence. Scratches. Maybe the door was weeping, you thought.

“Would you like to tell me about the woman you love, Eren?”

Your voice was steady as you talk, you decided to focus on his jaw until you hear his velvety tone. “Look into my eyes and I’ll tell you about her.” He added lazily, almost as a formality. “Please.”

Your eyes crawled up without skipping any of the wrinkles of his white shirt. After the numerous therapy sessions you could say when your patient was pleased and when he was not.

“I like the way she’s not aware of herself— ah, not at all. Adorable. Almost every wind brings her scent to me, carries it. Can you comprehend how often I have to control myself? Sometimes she smells like the chocolate that melts on my tongue, sometimes it’s those jasmines I pass by— and sometimes it’s your fucking perfume, Ma’am.”

You paused.

You didn't wear any perfume that day.

“I see.” You put your pen on your notebook with a swift motion. “Is this how you deal with the hate you receive, Eren? With the help of her? You mentioned recent letters before you quit. I want you to be honest with me, did you create her just to make her your savior? It’s okay to be in a need of a s—”

Your patient’s laughs interrupted you. Pity was dripping down from every melodic laugh even though you didn’t want to admit. “There are some thoughts that people like to run when they feel trapped. Just like this one, Ma’am. Those patterns make me laugh every time i recognize one of them, sorry for my inappropriate behavior. I suggest you to believe some of the people born with the need of being a savior instead of having a savior. Especially the ones that cursed with a predatory way of thinking. No other thought can calm them but a prey breathing alive at their feet. To convince themselves that they are pretty close to think like a modern human.”

A prey breathing alive at their feet. Silence.

Your voice trembled as you spoke like the flame of the single candle illuminating the dark. “I- is this what you do? Protecting her from another predators by never publishing the book? How—”

“Ah, I know what’s coming next. I keep my prey wounded.” His eyes were on you that it drove you crazy. All the time, his eyes were on you like you are the only valuable thing in this room. “That’s how I tame her. I gave her an unstable mind to think with.”

This time he didn’t you give any chance to dominate the conversation, he continued with a tone that bites your skin. “I know what you are afraid of, Ma’am. Mmh, i can see it in the depths of your pretty eyes.” The patient smiles. “If I was looking for a savior it wouldn't be to share the hate I get. You should’ve known me better, hm? Hate is running through my system like the nicotine. Those people— hah hah— I smoked them all, inhaled them all the way in. The love was the thing I couldn’t handle as the way I like.”

You whispered, unable to move a muscle. “You created her to learn how to love.”

The patient didn’t give you a response, he played with his rings until the movements of his fingers put you in a hypnosis.

“If she’s a part of you, don’t you find it dangerous, Eren? How safe putting another voice inside your head is?”

“Mmh—” That purr sounded like you just woke him up from the sweetest dreams, he sounded like you were about to put him in the most peaceful sleep. He asked you a simple question, nothing more. “Have you ever heard of her voice, Ma'am?”

Your gaze fell on his lap, he realized immediately. “Answer me with your words and I’ll let you watch me as much as you please.”

“How can I even hear her? Teach me how to do.” The patient tasted jealousy from your tone.

“I hear her voice every time I touch my mother’s piano. I hear her voice when Chopin plays and I know she hides herself in Moonlight Sonata when she’s scared. I know how would she moan in my bed and I’ve heard every noise her sweet mouth made.”

His mother. You finally had a path to trace. “Does she remind you of your mother, Eren?”

His tone softened. “Yes, Ma.”

“What?”

Silence. Scratches. He finally continued after couple of minutes, he sounded like his words were stolen from an old memory where he was happy.

“Her kisses on my temple would feel the same as my mother’s— and the way she would hold me tight until i fall asleep—” His eyes focused on you again, made you realize how fast he was able to adapt the changes inside of his mind. “Ma’am, do you remember our session when I told you my favorite Greek tragedy was Sophocles’ Oedipus?”

You did, however it felt like it was a long time ago. Decades, maybe. Your eyelashes fluttered. “I remember, Eren. It’s the perfect tragedy for you when someone’s free will is taken, isn’t it?”

“It’s cute that you fight this passionate for a thing you barely have.” There was a chuckle escaped from his throat, it was childish without any innocence in it. “Please put me in my place, tell me Ma’am, when was the last time you decided on something?”

“I—” When you swallowed dryly, it felt like this unsettling feeling already had a nest in the pit of your stomach, growing there.

“You what? C’mon, I want to hear it from you.” The patient encouraged you to talk and you wondered; why were you here in the first place?

Every time your eyes met with his face you couldn’t help but admired him. The features of your patient always looked like it was drawn by painter, as if carved by a sculptor. Pink color of his lips was stolen from the most venomous flower, the movements of his veins when he slowly moved his hands on his thick thighs felt like he was hiding snakes under his skin.

When was the last time you decided on something?

“The clock.” You answered in a rush. “I decided to hang the clock on the wall— once.”

Eren smiles. Silence.

“L- let’s get back to her. Does she have a name?” It’s the sweet tone of yours once again, you could call it cheerful if it wasn’t this monotonous.

“Hah,” His eyes reminded you of foxes for a moment. The green color messes with your head every time he finds a way to step into your mind, makes you lost in wild forests until he makes sure you forgot all the steps you took. “Of course she has a name— the reason of my trembling hands every time I write and the saccharine taste on my tongue the times I whisper it over and over again. You can hear me chanting it if you get really close; like a pray, a mantra, tanrıçama bir dua.”

For the first time you laugh, hysterically. “The touch of your mother, protection of a friend, a stranger woman’s perfume you pass by on a fan event, hands that you saw only couple of seconds while reaching for the same book—”

He knew what you were doing, you could see it even as he shifted his position and moved a little closer. "Continue, Ma'am."

“You painted her skin with your bare hands and you gave her your thoughts that you were afraid to share. Even though you knew some of them would spread as a mold just like they did in you.” You took a breath in without knowing if it would reach into your lungs. “You build her piece by piece, don’t you? You steal from dead people — you steal from earth— and the ones who breathe next to you. Even at the very beginning— you didn’t give her a mind to let her make decisions to lead the story, you gave her a mind just to watch her never ending agony. You told me once, we as humankind suffer only because we are aware of ourselves.”

The light tone escaped from his voice and left darkness behind, only to make you shiver in your seat. The patient’s words were well chosen, as if you were reading a book — his book — written years before. “You forgot how I steal the warmth of living things just to keep her alive in my mind. You forgot to tell me how brutal it makes me— the way I use dull bodies of women and men in my bed only to present her.”

A disaster. Silence.

You realized there were dried blood beneath your fingernails. You should clean them after the session. Don’t forget the mice.

Eren interrupted your thoughts as he sensed they were getting all over the place again. Those reminders and his firm words felt like a tug on your leash, just sometimes. “Have I ever told you the story of Prometheus, Ma’am?”

“Only how he stole the fire from gods and how stupid you find his decision.”

The patient chuckled. It was you sitting all pretty; both hands on your lap and the tips of your fingers caressing every spot in your palms, tenderly. Your knees were pressed together since the beginning, Eren knew he needed to untense your body before they start to ache. Even though the pain your body has was the reason of the tempting pain inside of his pants.

Just before he started to talk, an opened page of your notebook caught your eye. There was three words on the top, circled with black ink over and over again.

sadistic personality disorder.

His words echoed in your head, his voice got louder each time he struck and mixed with one of your thoughts, and eventually disappeared into the depths of your mind. ‘Even the fetishes can be manipulated, Ma’am. Since we both studied about it, you should be able to understand a small portion of the things i tell you. Mmh, you see? The expression you had on your beautiful face the first time I underestimated you is all gone now— and I would prove myself if I had a hand where you would drip or where i can feel your heartbeats just to tell the humiliation once disgusted you now arouses you. Do you know where we hide them— our fetishes? Very close to the surface. They float there, wait until someone gets close enough to tease them to come out. They live inside of our minds, next to our traumas and our biggest disappointments. It’s the same brain that will tell you to put your hands over your cheeks to protect yourself from the man you’ve came from— and it’s the same brain will make you cry for more if I bend you over my knee to spank you until you can’t count. With all my respect, Ma'am. You know I talk hypothetically. Just the way you like when I do. The things some people — you — think if they are buried they’ll be safe are not buried deep enough. They are miserably close, in the palm of my hand. That’s what scares me. And I would do anything for you to let me show you how you should bury them deep properly.’

You remember how he continued. ‘Even though I describe myself as a selfish humanbeing, I like to warn the prey. I know you did your research, you know how I got my fan base after the first book I published even though it was a gory story about a famous painter who hunts down the bodies he would like to see on his canvas. Especially the bodies that would come to his art gallery just a day before, talking to him about how spectacular they find the way he portray humans in his art with such bright eyes. You see; Mr. Kruger was my Dr. Jekyll. I saw the same bewitched look in a stranger woman’s eyes after couple of months— while signing my own book, isn’t it such a lovely coincidence? Those people invite the things they thought they were hiding under their bed as a child now into their bed as an adult, it amuses me. I am the one that can help you to bury your desires far from your fears— to protect you from someone who’s skilled at finding spots inside your pretty body— to protect you from someone who knows where to push and stimulate. I am the one that can help you to bury properly because I know how to dig them out better than everyone.’

You stared at your handwriting blankly. It was ridiculously similar with a man’s handwriting Eren once knew, he once loved; italic and clean, reminded him his blonde locks and feminine hands.

“What was the torture of Prometheus, Ma'am?”

“It’s an easy one, Eren.” When you smile, it hurt your skin, made the edge of your lips twitch. “I- it was the eagle that ate his liver every day. It was the pain of it.”

“Nah- ah- ah.” The patient tutted. He was holding the empty glass in his left hand, the tip of his middle finger were tracing the outline of it, achingly slow.

“It was the rhythm that tortured him.” His honeyed voice lulled you to sleep that you know it was filled with nightmares. Then he found a rhythm — his own rhythm — by knocking on the glass with one of his silver rings, it was the snake that circles around his pointer finger slily. “It was the monotony threatened his sanity— the way his liver healed every night and the way the same eagle came to eat it in the exact moment. The funny thing is, Ma’am, a myth says that he was saved by the rhythm. It says he observed it once he realized all the things were in a loop except him, he infiltrated into the routine until his every breath were planned before.”

Your breath hitched in your throat. You were sure it was the first time you were hearing this yet you knew the ending. “The chains,” You told him quietly, there were fresh tears in the corner of your eyes. “He pulled them once in a day— in the same exact second — just after the eagle left, until it was a part of the loop. And one day he pulled them with all of his strength— only to wait to heal his severed limbs and escape.”

Eren Jaeger gave you a heart warming smile yet it wasn’t even enough to warm your cold skin. He is pretty, you thought. “You are getting better at this.”

Pretty cruel.

Silence. Scratches. Would he get disgusted by the dried blood underneath your nails?

“Do you in a need of a friend, you asked me.” Eren leaned back as if he was searching for a better angle to watch his favorite view. “You, Ma’am, I crave your company.”

He was challenging you with everything he has; his inviting eyes and confident posture. His ego was way too intense that for a moment you thought you could steal some of it from him; to think like him, feel like him. “I would like to keep our distance, Eren. I am your—“

His short laugh found its way all the way down in your body until you felt the effects of it between your thighs. “Ha ha! What? You are my what?”

You knew it was an onerous preparation, the play was well written. Even though you thought you were ready for any reaction of him, your heart started to beat faster when you recognized the bold look on his face. The reassuring voice inside your head failed you again, let you trust his honeyed words instead.

“Ah, you think of distances as quite material. It saddens me. It—”

You cut him, you sounded almost like your patient with the wit in your voice. “It’s adorable, isn’t it? The way I think we have a distance to keep.”

He didn’t even look surprised. He likes you when you are bold or when you cry at his feet. And when he wanted you close, he finally murmured. “Relax your body for me.” He watched the movements of your shoulders, your whole chest intently. Your aching back met with soft leather, hands still holding the fabric of your skirt.

“That’s good. Now your legs, please.” For the first time, you see the desperate look on his face. “Open them wide. Show me how bad you want to keep our distance.”

When Eren commands, his words are intentionally plain as if you wouldn’t understand them. He has his way with words —maybe this is why he wrote best sellers only, you thought— it was the thing that scares you since the day he stepped into your psychiatrist office.

Did he ever step into this place? It felt like you were the doll of his that he put on this couch since the first day.

You parted your legs, your knees brushed over the coffee table featherly as Eren moved the heavy table almost like an instinct and leaned back again. He was a calculative man with strong instincts, that’s all.

The cold air hit the wetness between your legs, Eren’s gaze lingered on your face as if it was your reactions he was interested in. You could see the fabric he was holding in one of his fists; your panties. With half lidded eyes, you murmured. “Since when?”

There was an adoring look on his face as he watched your fingers brushing over your slit, he spoke softly. “You know it, my love— since the beginning— you know i can’t live away from you. I keep a piece of you always.”

You smiled. “How do I smell like this time? Tell me ‘ren, from whom did you steal my scent?”

Silence. You couldn’t even hear the scratches.

“I want to feel you.” Eren murmured almost to himself, he knew you would hear. And it sounded like a complaint not because of the growing ache inside of his pants but also because of the emptiness nestled deep in him.

You weren’t playing with yourself even though it was you wetting your fingers with your folds, he was the one playing with himself all along; like a lonely child trapped in a room.

And you pitied that boy, you pulled yourself up to close the distance.

“No, not like that.” He made you sit back on your seat. Once again his demands were clear. “Crawl.”

As you put your hands on the table that separates you, a satisfied look formed on his handsome face. Then your knees met with the wooden surface, your feet knocked your glass off. When his thumb caressed your ear, you couldn’t hear anything but his heart beats. His slender fingers got lost in your hair, the slow movements against your scalp made you close your eyes quietly.

Eren likes to kiss you in the dark, this is why he choose the times where your eyes hide under your eyelids. He kissed you tenderly, it was unbelievably soft for someone who wanted to feel you this bad.

Then he spoke to your lips softly, as if he could hear inside of your mind. “This is the best way of feeling someone, sweetheart. Here—” He held your hand with his own and guided it to his cheek. And you could swear that your patient twitched slightly as your hand landed on his warm skin, your eyes were on the dried blood coloring the tip of your fingers. Eren looked like he didn’t care, he murmured. “Try it yourself.”

It was you crushing your lips with his this time. Eren sighed into the kiss, dreamily. There were words he put on your lips between his breaths that he stole from you. “You, Ma’am—you are so fucking addictive.”

Strong hands snaked around the back of your thighs as Eren pulled you into his embrace. The first thing your patient did was hugging you, such an innocent act. His lips that tasted your lips soon after found the soft skin on the side of your neck.

Even though the famous writer Eren Jaeger was a natural talent when it comes to describing things that can’t be described, the taste your skin left on his tongue made him forget every single word. However every time he tried to do, in his mind there was this faint memory when his mother took him to the bakery and tasted the most delicious cake on his birthday.

A synthetic, broken happiness he couldn’t get enough; maybe it was your flavor.

His hands grazed over the fabric of your shirt and a venomous idea filled his brain. A beautiful smile adorned his lips as he took off your shirt completely, leaving your bare skin cold and unguarded.

One of his hands found the back of your hand once again. The tip of his middle finger traced your spine, he felt every bump and how his teasing touch made you arch your back, now your whole chest were on display for him. “Tell me.” He murmured into your skin as he kissed the place where your sternum ends.

“How does it feel, my love? I want to know—“ You ignored his question, you didn’t want to hear the rest. And he let you do so, waiting for the venom to spread all of his body.

You hear how his left hand unfastening his belt buckle, the same hand that composed you once; his chef d'oeuvre. He whispered into your ear, his voice is cold and cruel. “I want to know how does it feel not being real. Would it hurt more than being alive and miserable?”

Silence. The irritating sound of the scratches, dried blood in your nails and the faded ache on your wrist that has never been touched before.

A gasp escaped from your mouth as he made you take him in, all of him. The mesmerized look in his eyes kept its place while his fingertips brushed your lips to give him the access. It almost hurt. Not the existence of him in you but the fact that how you felt embarrassingly completed while you were clenching around his length, as if it was the one single body you’ve been sharing all along.

The urge of filling you with his essence in every way possible was quite natural to him; you were an unconditionally, utterly perfect mess formed by perfectly organized flaws adorning your pretty body and mind.

An unstabilized mind that was easy to mess it, only with the flick of his finger or a small compliment on your skirt.

He felt like it was such a simple impulse, wanting to keep you close this bad. That was why Eren kept you to himself, he knew you were a creature that people would be scared to touch, scared to analyze. It would be the perfect tragedy to watch in pure bliss and agony, the tragedy written by him.

There was a spark in your dull eyes, it was the desire growing inside of you since you knew how much power he actually has. He did a good job putting these animal impulses in you, it was the reason of your trembling hands wandering on his naked torso, it was the reason of the enthusiastic movements of your hips as you rode him over the edge.

In this Paper World, Eren Jaeger was stronger than everything. He could drown you in the ink and he could make you stuck between the pages like he once did.

As he pushed two digits into your warm mouth, you tasted apples.

“Banish me, Eren. I beg you. This is not a cure, it’s a curse.” He smiled like he heard nothing and you whimpered. “Please, Eren. Lütfen. I know what it feels like to be lost and lonely and invisible.”

His hands held your hips firmly and he thrusted his own upwards to shush you. Your fingers tangled with his black hair.

Maybe it was the glitch of the system — his matrix — or maybe it was an intention that looked like a mistake just like one of his tactics he used to manipulate; you had some of his memories, they were planted deep inside your mind. There was this woman with such a soft voice, looking from above and telling that how she liked his brown locks, whispering him to keep it in that color forever. Now the obsidian color slipping between your fingers was messing with your head.

It didn’t matter how hard he tried, how rough he held your hips or how deep he fucked you; you still had the ability to talk. And you both knew it was a thing you had to thank Eren for giving it to you. In theory, worshipping was the true word.

“Will I ever be able to understand the pain you felt, Eren?” You looked into his eyes as his head fell back by your violent tugs, contrary to your soft spoken words. “It’s— it’s a type of pain that I won’t let you to feel, my love. Every single emotion you carry in your heart is because of me, not mine.”

“I love you.” He whimpered as he brushed over a particular spot in you, his eyes were teary, you could see how they were shining. He kissed the tips of your fingers, then he whispered almost to himself. “I’ll hurt you.”

He tried everything to find any fear in your eyes, as if it was an act of feeding something in him — something primal — since he didn’t know how to feed it with love. His voice was cold as a corpse again, his body burned you. The way he fucked you so gentle even though he had no mercy for you burned. “I told you, I keep my prey wounded. I’ll make sure you are broken enough to stay here.”

"Here? If you're never going to let me out of this room, why did you create a whole world for me?”

Eren had a deep chuckle, it made you shiver as he let you hear one of them. You were not a stupid doll; he was proud of his creation, he was happy. “Isn’t it quite similar to the concept of creating this whole universe just to put miserable humankind in, sweetheart? I am not the one missing something.”

Except me, you thought. You had everything as a narcissistic god expect me.

“Yes—“ He breathed while guiding you on his lap by holding you close to his chest. You already knew his trembling hands were telling you that he was close. You knew even though you thought it was the first time he was stretching you, the first time he held you this close. “Except you, my smart baby.”

You knew nothing.

He trapped you here, before the time began. He filled the walls of your office with every book that he read in his entire life. You knew every song he liked, every secret poem he wrote. You had some of his memories that he picked attentively, the memories that would make you feel pity for him, eventually make you fall for him. And you did, how could you not? He was the Doctor Jekyll every time you open your eyes in your office to find yourself sitting on the seat in the same position. You were watching him turning into Mister Hyde to reveal the truth about you, his masterpiece, the woman he was going to live his life with.

In this room, the time was already shattered. Eren Jaeger loved putting metaphors in his story, this is why there was a broken clock on the carpet. He was never going to warn you if your session is over because it’s not going to happen.

You didn’t know how many times you came while he was hugging your waist with his arms, you didn’t know if it was another metaphor of him— fucking you not like his slave but as his queen. You didn’t know if he already knew how much it affected you when he looked at you between his lashes, making himself too powerful that humans couldn’t comprehend then giving the control of his body only to make you feel ethereal.

You didn't know if it was the first time him burying his head where your heart would beat if you would have one, you didn’t know if it was a habit of him telling you that don’t leave me over and over again as he came in you.

You didn’t know because you kept forgetting the things happened before, as if it was the beginning of an another chapter, as if it was him hiding the pages from you intentionally. You didn’t know his life was filled with you just like his mind and soul. You didn’t know that he was sickly tidy before you came into his life, now his walls were filled with the drawings of you and he kept everything that would smell like you. He had records about how you would sound like and he felt no shame when he invited women and men in his bed to make them his voodoo doll, never letting them into the room he would share with you. You didn’t know after those bodies disgusted him, he would touch himself until he cums to the thought of you.

He always thought no one could create like him, no one would be able to seperate their minds to give their creation a character that they don’t have. He was never going to be sure if his creation was successful and you were the only one living with agony or it was him fooling himself once again and living with not only his but also your misery.

The thing that was hurting him the most was watching you running to the door, just after you realize this was the torture of you. And he was disgusted to admit but it was also the thing gave him a kind of pleasure he never felt, it was purely primal.

Your skirt was the only thing covering your body as you got off of his lap. You knew it was not the way you clawed at his chest made him let you go. In his sick mind giving you the hope and hearing your whimpers was a simple punishment for wanting to leave him alone.

It made him shiver every time he heard your sore purrs in front of that door because he knew you were right when you told him he even stole from the earth.

Eren Jaeger gave you the pained noises her mother made in her death bed.

You were breathing heavily, his cum that he put deep inside of you were dripping down your thigh as you were clawing at the door just like you did to his chest. The door was moving slightly, your hope grew with a hunger to live unlike before. And Eren made that hope stuck between your body and the door as he pushed you to the wooden door, trapping you completely.

“No, no, no, no, baby—” He tried to calm you while whispering into your ear. “You can’t.”

He leaned his whole body against you, his hands were holding you firmly. And this was when you understood how the realization of everything came to you as he came in you. You trusted the famous writer coming to you for a therapy because it was his devilish mind made you forget everything when everything starts again.

You hiccuped, the only thing you could move was your hands so you left marks on the wooden surface until there were blood under your nails. And the scratching sounds you created made you realize completely that he didn’t only make you stuck in this world but also in a loop he played again and again. It was you outside the door, begging for help and trying to warn yourself until all of your limbs were sore.

Your torture was not being stuck in the last book Eren Jaeger wrote, just like the torture of Prometheus, it was the rhythm that made everything forgotten. A rhythm he put in you.

In that chaos, while Eren was whispering into your ear his comforting words and kissing your tears away, you did one thing. You knocked on the door three times with all your might. It was the answer of Eren Jaeger’s dilemma, about the one if he was able to separate himself into two to give you a mind to think all different. It was the answer of it since he didn’t understand why you were reacting the same at the end of every loop, even the times he acted all different to watch your impulses.

He was a smart man after all, smart enough to create something sneakier than him. You both learned the same tragedies, the same myths from the same books. Since it was the tragedy of you, you didn’t have any chance other than trying to escape from him similiar to someone who escaped from a god, a torture of him.

You were knocking on the door in the same exact moment just before he made you forget, this was why your eyes were on the carpet, watching the broken clock to count the seconds. You were getting into the rhythm, those knocks were the part of Eren Jaeger’s creation. And you could live for an eternity with the hope of the scenario where you are going to break the door if you push the door hard enough.

However the voice of yourself from the otherside of the door almost made you lose your hope.

You were ready to help a god dressed as a man, you were unaware of everything.

“Tell me Eren, why did you quit writing?”

a metaphorical look of creation myth from an atheist’s perspective.

© 2021 all content belongs to erenstellar. do not modify, copy, repost my work.

her şey ölmesi gerektiği gibi by nebuch.

movies that helped me set the tone of the story: mother! (2017) directed by darren aronofsky, the double (2013) directed by richard ayoade, melancholia (2011) directed by lars von trier, dogtooth (2009) the lobster (2015) and the killing of a sacred deer (2017) directed by yorgos lanthimos, nocturnal animals (2016) directed by tom ford, i’m thinking of ending things (2020) directed by charlie kaufman, a ghost story (2017) directed by david lowery, enemy (2016) directed by denis villeneuve, annihilation (2018) directed by alex garland.

I livveeeee for your bimbo!reader and stepbro!eren posts!!! do you plan on writing more of it in the future?

bimbos and stepbros are always on the menu! of course!

wait dilf!reiner… u guys might b onto smth

climbing into his lap after a long day at work, feeling him get hard after a few chaste kisses, his huge cock rubbing your clit as he grinds into you. ‘i put your kids to bed an hour ago’ you say, shuffling to kneel on the floor in front of him. he’d go on and on about how it’s fine and you don’t have to do anything for him, but once you give his cock the first kitten lick with your tiny little tongue, his head falls back on his shoulders, a groan escaping his lips that had clearly been building all day.

it’d been building from the thought of you all day. how your tight little cunt holds him so well, even though you cry from how bad it hurts, your body always sucks him right back in, begging to be pounded into the mattress, the sound of bouncing springs and your screams waking up the kids you worked hard to put to sleep. if he was being honest the thought of you caring for his kids didn’t do much to help equalize his blood flow, either. how they were so attached to your innocent and loving demeanor that was shattered once you got a cock in you—how you took care of them like they were your own, making them snack and giving them baths, doing all the duties that his wife hated. you were the best babysitter he ever had, the cutest one too. one day he’d like to fill your cunt up real nice, giving you some kiddies of your own. god—the thought made him throb. he hoped his boss didn’t catch any of the numerous boners he had throughout the day.

you’d try to fit all of him in your mouth even though it was practically impossible. he’d tell you how good you were doing, even though you’d barely made it past the tip. tell you how proud he was that you take care of his kids so well, that he was gonna be extra gentle tonight since you were so kind to read them a bedtime story.

he’s adamant about you not pushing yourself. he doesn’t like to hear you gag, it hurts his feelings to see you in discomfort. but you beg so sweetly, ‘help me fit reiner. please. wanna make you feel good. wanna take you so well. ‘don’t care if it hurts.’ how could he deny you? of course he would give you his cock, hips thrusting into the tight warmth of your throat as tears pour from your eyes, mixing with the spit dribbling down your chin.

he’d fill your throat more than you thought possible, emptying his heavy load into your mouth as you looked up at him with glistening eyes. then he’d carry you to the bed he shared with his out-of-town wife, folding you into the mating press as he filled a different hole.

(im so sorry this is so long, im incapable of writing appropriately sized thirsts😭)

NO BESTIE DON'T YOU DARE APOLOGISE FOR THIS. I THINK I'M DROOLING

me when somebody makes an eren x bimbo reader smut fic

Eren and Armin are that cute MLM couple who try and spice up their sex life by inviting you to join them for a threesome. Eren’s a very possessive boyfriend so naturally he can’t keep his hands off armin even while his armins cock is inside you. He just wants to help his baby boy feel good so he guides him. Eren is obviously head over heels for armin but he still likes you and he enjoys seeing his little angel armin get all worked up over your pretty pussy so he continues to invite you back for more

no bc this is the EXACT au i dream abt w eremin x reader

them already being established but armin has a crush on you :/// he can't help it and he feels so bad, it's just that he's only ever loved eren and been with eren and you're so soft and sweet, and one time you brushed by him and he felt the plush of your tits against his back. even the smell of your perfume gets him horny. he's so down bad and eren notices, fucks armin into the mattress so hard his little blonde head boggles and leers down at him "you like getting fucked so much, babyboy, you curious now? wanna feel some pussy wrapped around that pretty cock, milking your cum, making you feel like a man when you pound er' cunt into our bed"

armin comes so hard at the image of even sinking the barest inch of his cock into your pussy, that he nearly blacks out.

eren isn't particularly fond of you at first. again. jealous and possessive boyfriend alert. but he's fucked around with girls before armin, knows how good pussy feels when its milking the cum from your balls and armin deserves that.

he almost intimidates you into agreeing to the thing, sounding like he's threatening more than asking for you to let his boyfriend fuck you. and if you weren't so turned on, you'd say no. you think armin is cute and funny and eren is thrilling and sends tingles down your spine.

when eren sees how your eyes eat him up he just smiles coldly. "you don't get my dick, princess. you're there to show my boyfriend a good time, milk his cock, maybe feel good yourself and then get the fuck out and use it as spank bank material for the rest of your life"

imagine his suprise when it turns with him rock-hard in his jeans as he watches the way your nipples pebble and harden under armins eager mouth, how sweet and wet your pussy looks sucking in armins cock. he has to involve himself so he doesn't stand there and jerk off to the image of your cunt. armins his priority.

and how sweet armin is, the look of pure bliss on his face when his pink cock parts the folds of your pussy and begins to slide inside. he actually has tears in his eyes when he looks at eren n says "d-daddy, oh my god"

"yeah?" erens gravely voice makes you clench and weep around armin as he comes to stand behind him, guiding his hips in a steady rhythm. "feels good doesn't it. that warm pussies gonna treat you so nice, sweet boy. gonna make that pretty cock take allll of your cum inside it"

you know its part of erens power play, refusing to acknowledge you as your name. just a vessel for armin to use. it shouldn't make you cream around armins cock, shouldn't leave a frothy film coating the base of his dick, but it does. eren squeezes armins balls in his hand when he can tell he's close.

"you gonna use these cute little balls and empty em', hm?"

armins hips are going crazy, he's looking at you like he's already in love, balls twitching in erens hand. "g-gonna cum in you. gonna fill you up n make you mine. oh- take it. take it take it-"

erens eyes widen at armins 'mine' but he doesn't say anything, fondles armins balls as they twitch and jump in his hand, emptying load after load in your tight pussy.

armin insists on letting you sleep over, but you decline, feeling erens menacing presence like some kind of demon as you peck armin on the cheek, thank him and leave.

eren is still internally dealing with how hard he is over watching armin fuck you, agreeing a little to quickly when armin blinks his doe eyes up at him n asks. "can i have her again?"

yeah, he can. eren convinces himself its all for armin. no way he wants to try that pussy out for himself, good as it looked wrapped around armins cock, creaming around it, sucking in his cum, dripping with it after- yeah no.

Its all for armin.

jean who lets bimbo friend reader practice giving blowjobs on him!!!!!!

nsfw 18+. minors do not interact. 

"like this?” 

“mmm,” jean’s content sigh has your lips stretching into a smile around his tip. you know even before he lets out a little hiss that the action causes your teeth to graze a little too much on the flesh of his cock. you quickly roll your lips back over your teeth with a noise of apology. “iss’good, keep going,” he pats your damp hair.

it’s from your earlier shower. you were getting ready for your date at his apartment, as you often do. after you came out of his shower, you’d been ranting to your close friend about your worries for the night ahead. 

“i sound like such a virgin. it’s not even like that, though; it’s just ‘cause this guy’s big, jean.” you met jean’s eyes in the mirror of his vanity with a frightened, awed expression to your face so that your message was really conveyed. “we didn’t do anything last time, but i could feel him through his pants, and i got worried, y’know? ‘cause i’ve never had that big and—well, if we fuck, i’ll make it work, but what if i have to suck him off? it’d be so humiliating if i did bad.” you pouted at yourself in the mirror as you rubbed moisturizer into your cheeks. jean, who sat on his bed behind you, vaguely listening with his phone in hand, hummed along. 

“how big is he?” he asked. finally, he turned off his phone and tossed it before falling back to the mattress and staring at the ceiling. “if you had to guess, i mean.” 

“um...”

jean looked back at your sports bra and shorts-clad figure and quickly realized his mistake, a fond smile on his face. your brows were furrowed in confusion as you examined the length of your own index finger, surely trying to remember how long an inch is. 

“here.” he sat back up and beckoned you over. you were standing between his spread legs in a moment, and he held his hands out between your bodies in a yay big gesture. “this big?” he asked. you stared for a moment with puckered lips before shaking your head. jean widened the distance between his hands. “this big?” your smaller hands came to his own and spread them apart just a little more. 

“mmm...” you squinted. “i think like that big.” 

jean looked at his own hands and thought for a moment. 

“that’s not the worst.” 

“but i’ve never had that big!” the look of worry returned to your face. jean pulled you down to sit on one of his thighs. “besides, how would you know? you ever taken dick before?” you broke into a fit of giggles and poked his chest. 

“no, i just know ‘cause i’m bigger,” he replied. there was no cockiness in his voice, just frankness. your mouth dropped open.

“really?” and jean exhaled in amusement at how you didn’t have the sense to hide how your eyes went to the seat of his pants. “well, are girls bad when they suck your dick ‘cause they don’t know how?” 

“hm...sometimes. but it’s just about helping them figure out how to do it right.”

your shoulders slouched and you let your temple rest in jean’s neck with sad eyes that stared forward. jean tilted his gaze to look at you. he ran his hand up and down the bare skin of your back to comfort you. 

“i don’t think this guy’d teach me how to. he’s not as nice as you are.” the look on your face was so genuinely troubled it made jean frown. 

“i can help, if you want me to.” 

your eyes were on him in an instant. there was a little disbelief, a little childish beam as you wiggled on his lap. 

“really?” 

“how long before you gotta meet him?” 

and that’s how you’ve ended up between jean’s legs as he slowly guides you further down the length of his cock. there’s a burn in your eyes and your throat opens and shuts in protest, but as you stare forward you see you’re almost at the dark hair that tells you you’ve taken all of him. 

“through your nose, right? right,” jean reminds you with a nod. “good girl.” he comes down onto the bed, one elbow propping his body up to watch you while the other one still guides your head further. “try sucking.”

you listen obediently, pulling in a deep breath through your mouth that elicits slurping sounds from the sheer volume of your spit coating his cock and your face. jean groans in approval. “tha’ssit...” 

finally, your nose touches his trimmed hairs. you rest your forehead against his torso and groan at the effort to keep your jaw wrenched open. the sound makes jean rut into your mouth. "okay?” he asks you. you hum your affirmation, and his leaking cock twitches again. “i can do the moving, but it’ll be harder for you. you wanna practice that or want me to go easy?” 

you look up at him with wide, willing eyes. jean smiles and ruffles your hair before swirling it together into a makeshift ponytail held together by his hand. and then he’s pulling himself out of your mouth. you manage a small breath before he’s going all the way back in, and then out and in and out and in until each one of his breaths is loud and primal and your hands are planted on his thighs, tears running down your cheeks. 

his pace is fast but his strength is not brutal. his pushes and pulls of your head are calculated, bringing you up from his thick base just before your whole stomach wretches and stopping just before his tip bounces out of your mouth before you’re coming down again. 

“yeah...yeah...take it,” he breathes. he knows he’s still within his bounds by the way your fingers draw quick patterns into his thighs. somehow he knows he’d be feeling the sting of your nails if you weren’t okay. 

when his thrusts get faster, sloppier and clipped groans erupt from his breaths, jean knows he’s close. and for all your airheadedness, the wiggle of your butt tells him you know he’s close. “in here?” he asks. you hum your consent.

before long, jean is stilling, thrusting his cock deep into your throat and wrapping his big hand around the back of your head to push you to meet him. you whine with the effort of keeping your churning stomach from making you thrash, just as jean is twitching and pouring hot cum into your mouth. he’s so far back in your throat that you don’t even have to swallow for the cum to slide down your esophagus. you do your best to suckle on his base with your tongue as he rides out his high, watching with blurred vision as his balls tighten and twitch. they finally relax once you’ve milked him dry, and only then does he pull you off him. 

“was that good?” you ask almost immediately. jean laughs and falls back on his elbows. 

“yeah. he’ll like that, no doubt.” 

you beam in accomplishment before getting up and turning back to pick at the makeup spread out on the vanity like nothing happened. jean raises an eyebrow. 

“y/n?”

“mhm?” 

“go brush your teeth again.” 

note: thx for the thoughts *slams head into wall*

— jaeger_bomb has uploaded a new video

pairing: eren jaeger x fem!reader

word count:

summary: college au. the one where campus fuckboy and baseball extraordinaire, eren jaeger, runs trost catholic university's most infamous porn account.

trigger warnings: nsfw content, 18+ only, minors dni. minors will be blocked. smoking. dubcon/noncon. religious themes (catholic). sacrilegious themes. oral (fem receiving). fingering (fem receiving). vaginal sex. sex toys. spanking. cockwarming. bondage. voyeurism. exhibitionism. degradation. humiliation. cum play. creampie. felching.

jaeger_bomb has uploaded a new video.

every student has access to it— to eren's private account; it's an open secret in the university. heck, even teachers had access to it. connie swears to god that he caught his physics teacher jerking to it once in an empty classroom.

every video is different. this time, eren's face is wedged between a pair of thighs. like in most of his videos, he's wearing his school uniform, and he's lying down on his chest. the only thing visible to the camera is the blue walls of his dorm room, the unknown cameraman's knees hooked over his shoulders, and the way his eyes are looking at her soaked panties.

his hands are holding her thighs apart when he kisses at her clothed clit, and the video shakes slightly when she takes a sharp inhale and twitches in surprise. eren's eyes snap to the camera, as if he forgot it was there, and he smiles.

"nervous, little one?" he asks, then he chuckles. "move the camera closer."

the cameraman does as she's told, and eren lifts up the skirt of her uniform to let the camera see her soiled white lace panties. the fabric is hugging her crotch from how wet she is, and eren places another kiss at her swollen clit.

there's a dark spot where her hole is, and he drags two fingers up her slit before showing the camera. her slick strings between his digits, "she's really wet, isn't she?" he licks his fingers. "tastes pretty fucking good too."

he takes off her soiled panties before putting them in his pant pocket, and he situates himself back between her thighs. his lips kiss up and down the skin before his tongue peaks out to lick her clit, eyes cheekily staring at something beyond the camera when she sighs in content.

"mm i guess i was little mean to you today, huh?" he murmurs against her clit, a high pitched mhm is heard in the video. "couldn't handle being edged during your first class, could you?" this time, a high pitched uh-uh.

eren laughs, dragging a long finger up and down her slit to spread her wetness. "ah, what am i going to do with you? needy little one," without warning he slips the finger inside her pussy, eliciting another adorable whine from her lips when it reaches his knuckle. he begins thrusting, and one finger becomes two, thighs twitching and pleasured mewls when he curls his fingers up just right.

he's staring at the cameraman with his cheek propped up on his free hand, and he continues pushing his fingers in and out of her little hole.

"have you been a good girl today? yeah? you have?"

indiscernible murmurs are heard behind the camera, as if the cameraman was pleading her case with eren. eren sighs and shakes his head.

"i guess i could eat you out. my good girl deserves a reward, doesn't she? been so fucking good today, haven't you?"

he lies down on his chest so he's face to face with her pussy, hooking one thigh over his shoulder. he doesn't stop fingering her.

"give our audience a show, yeah? show them how nice you sound when you get your pussy eaten out,"

his tongue licks at her clit and she whines— once, twice, three times— and he wraps his lips around her swollen little nub.

"itadakimasu,"

jaeger_bomb has uploaded a new video.

eren's face isn't visible in the video. instead, it's an angled shot with the camera between a girls' legs, giving the audience a perfect view of her pussy from underneath her uniform's skirt.

eren's behind her, feet keeping her legs spread apart. her panty's pulled down to just above her knees, and eren's fingers are playing with her slick. the background is bright, and they seem to be in a park of sorts— the university park, as students would recognize— and the girl seems to be holding herself up against a tree.

"did you have fun teasing me in class, huh, little one?" he grunts, annoyed

a hand comes down to her pussy in a harsh spank when she doesn't reply, and a gasp escapes her lips. "tsk, forgot that you enjoy having your pretty little pussy spanked," he delivers another harsh slap, this time making sure that most of the pressure lands on her clit, and she whines. "i'll just have to make it hurt, then."

he lands more slaps to her pussy, each spank making small mewls escape her lips. her adorable cunny's starting to get red and swollen— if one were to look closely enough, they'd see slick string between eren's palm and her little hole when he slaps it. when eren gives a particularly strong spank she lets out a long and loud whine, her knees buckle underneath her, and eren has to catch her to keep her standing.

"oi, get up. and don't be so loud— do you want to get caught? s'that it? you want people to catch you in the park with your panties down and your pussy leaking?"

a murmur of no, no, i'll be good, is heard in the video.

"good. now— fucking, get up, fucking whore,"

she tries but her knees are still too weak, and unfortunately for her eren's patience is running thin. he slips two fingers inside her hole, hooking them, then dragging them up so she's forced to stand up on her tiptoes with a panicked whimper.

"there we go. that was easy, wasn't it?" he coos mockingly, thumb beginning to rub circles into the underside of her clit. "now, how should i punish you, little one? make you walk around with my cum all day? no— no, you'd like that." the audience knows she doesn't have a choice in her punishments— she never does— eren simply liked talking to the camera. little mewls are escaping her lips and she's squirming her legs from eren's teasing. "ah, wait, i have a better idea."

the video briefly goes black before it cuts to a new scene; this time, eren's walking behind the same girl. the camera's angled so only her skirt and below are visible, and they're seen walking around what seems to be the school parking lot. other students can be heard chatting somewhere in the background.

"d'you like this punishment, little one?" he asks cheekily. "thought it up myself,"

the camera shakes and it moves to a view underneath her skirt. one end of a double ended dildo is shoved into her pussy, and the other end's clasped to her thigh with a leather strap. each step she took pushed the dildo in and out of her hole, and her slick's dripping down the long shaft.

eren reaches out in front of him to rub her clit as she walks, and he laughs behind the camera when she lets out a little moan and, knees shyly closing before eren pushes them apart, and she slightly falters in her step.

"c'mon, it's only a twenty minute walk back to the dorms. you got this, babe."

jaeger_bomb has uploaded a new video.

this time the girl is fully naked and she's sat prettily on eren's lap. the camera's angled so that only she's only visible from below her collarbones. her back's pressed against his chest, and one of eren's hands is holding on to a cigarette. the other one rests at her bare hip.

the room is slightly dim, light occasionally flashing against the wall, microphone slightly picking up the film they were watching. there isn't much going on— just a girl sitting naked on eren's lap— but from what the camera can see, her hands are probably tied behind her back, and eren's cock is buried deep inside her pussy. a vibrator strapped to her thigh is humming at her clit, and her thighs occasionally twitch as she squirms.

"it's a slow night tonight," he murmurs to no one in particular. he takes a puff of his cigarette before bringing the stick to her lips, and she obediently takes a puff herself. "finals week, already studied, got bored. so i decided to visit my favorite cock sleeve for a little, uh... excitement, if you get what i mean." he chuckles, and she mewls when he teasingly thrusts his hips up to hers.

"nothing exciting about this, though," he sighs "you guys already know but i've done this a couple times already. my favorite one has to be when i made her do this in the communal study lounge during the midterm rush." she stiffens when the hand on her hip begins to slowly caress up her tummy, squeezing her breast in his hand before tugging and tweaking at her nipples. she's squirming more on his hips now, "she's been like this for... how long's it been? an hour? yeah, an hour now. and she hasn't cum— she's not allowed to. isn't that right, baby girl?"

he nuzzles his nose into the crook of her neck, playfully biting down on her shoulder, and she giggles. the hand tweaking her nipple is now wrapped securely around her waist, and eren begins to softly thrust his hips, eliciting relieved moans from the girl on his lap.

this is one of the few times eren is seen being soft with the mystery girl.

"mm she feels pretty fucking good, too. fuck— so warm. so wet," he puts out the cigarette on a dish on the bedside table. then he grabs the camera, settling it directly in front of the girl's spread thighs to give the audience a closeup shot her her needy cunny. she's still stuffed stuffed full with cock, and eren grants the audience an interrupted view of her swollen pussy when he turns off the vibrator and takes it off her clit.

she stiffens when he slowly pulls out of her, and once eren's cock is free, her pussy clenches around nothing. his cock, on the other hand, is coated in clear slick— her clear slick— and the occasional streak of thick white cum.

"see that?" he murmurs, angling the camera closer. "that's all my little girl's. didn't even need to use lube tonight, she was practically humping my thigh when i answered the door," he brags. he was always so proud of his little cock sleeve. "oh! maybe i should do that next video. have her hump my thigh like a little bitch in heat— you guys decide. not to be a youtuber, but leave a comment or some shit."

he nudges the tip back in and taps her thigh, and she takes it as her cue to slowly sink down on his cock. a satisfied hum leaves eren's lips when he bottoms out.

"god, fuck, this is mine. all mine,"

jaeger_bomb has uploaded a new video.

the next video is much like the one from the park— the camera's between the girl's legs, angled so that it has a perfect view of her pussy from underneath her skirt, and her panties are pulled down to her thighs. eren's stood behind her and her arms are propped up against a wall, only this time, they're in what seems to be an empty classroom, and eren's cock is drilling in and out of her sopping cunt.

"yeah, you like this?" he pants, hips unrelenting and pace fast. how the girl still manages to stand is beyond the viewers. "like it when i— goddamn— fuck your tight little cunny? yeah?"

mewls of agreement are indiscernible but heard. his cock is shiny from her slick and some of it's dripping down the sides of her thighs and onto her thigh high socks. but neither she nor eren seem to mind.

"fucking— such a needy, little whore," every word is accentuated by a thrust of his hips, and the girl squeals when a hand suddenly reaches down and begins to rub at her clit. "are you close? yeah? my baby girl is close?"

the mic picks up a high pitched, needy uh-huh! uh-huh!

"then fucking cum, you good for nothing slut. fucking cum like the little whore you are,"

eren rubs her clit faster, and soon she's moaning out a mantra of eren's name. arms and legs shaking, her own juice dripping down her thighs as eren fucks her through it.

"mm... that's a good girl, that's my good fucking girl," eren's orgasm comes a little after hers, hips speeding up to ride out his high before slowing down to a stop. hands on her hips, mounted deep inside his little bitch as he empties his cum inside her pussy.

he stills for a few moments to catch his breath, and the microphone picks up what seems to be the sound of eren kissing her forehead. they're both panting when he slowly eases his cock out, tucking it into his pants and lifting her skirt up so he could watch the way his cum slowly drips out of her little hole.

"beautiful," he murmurs in awe.

he's patting her skirt down before pulling her panties up to her soiled cunny; fingers coming down to her clothed crotch to massage his cum into the fabric and all over her pussy. she grinds her hips down onto his hand, too, clearly liking the way her pussy feels coated with his cum. "you gonna go to class like this? yeah?" he chuckles, giving her cunt a teasing slap. off camera, eren kisses her nose, and she smiles. "that's my girl,"

jaeger_bomb has uploaded a new video.

the video was uploaded on the same day, an hour or so apart. this time, eren's holding the camera and the mystery girl's sat on what seems to be a wooden table covered with white cloth. if eren were to take a few steps back, the camera would be able to capture the multiple church pews behind her, and people would recognize the table she was sat on as the university's church altar— the place where priests read the bible and prepare the sacred wine and bread.

she's naked, and her school uniform's in a messy pile on the floor. eren's palm comes from behind the camera to spread her legs, showing the viewers her sopping pussy, still covered in a slight layer of white— his cum. some of it drips onto the holy cloth.

"believe it or not, this wasn't my idea," he says, finger dragging through her cum covered pussy before bringing it up to her lips for her to lick it clean. "it was none other than my little girl's idea— and well, i'm down to try anything at least once."

he gestures for her to move back and she does just that, him situating the camera next to her to get a good, handsfree angle.

he kneels down on the floor, fingers pushing her thighs further before spreading her pussy lips apart, and he admires the view before delving in with his tongue. her thighs twitch from his movements, soft sighs turning into high pitched moans, hands carding through his hair as he licks her pussy clean of his cum on their church altar.

the flatness of his tongue pays special attention to her clit and eren's groaning at how fucking good she tastes. his tongue licks her from her ass to her mound, making sure to get every last drop, before it dips inside her hole— eager to clean her up from the inside out.

she squirts in that video, getting it all over the altar. eren teases her about how much she must've enjoyed defiling the church.

the video ends with the mystery girl riding eren's cock. he's sat on the priest's lush and holy chair, and the camera's behind them. eren's gripping her ass cheeks apart to give viewers a good look at how well she takes his cock, his name spilling out of her lips in moans like a prayer.

he cums inside her, too, and he proudly shows the camera, once again, how pretty her pussy is when it's covered in cum.

"okay but... this, this one," two fingers dip inside her hole before being dragged out, smearing his cum onto her clit. "this one's my idea,"

"do you see the problem now, mr. jaeger?" erwin asks. he's grasping the remote to pause the discriminating video, before deciding to turn the tv off altogether when he realizes what frame he's stopped on. he takes out the flashdrive labeled EVIDENCE from behind the monitor.

eren nods. "i understand, mr. smith."

"i take it you still won't confess to us who the mystery woman is?"

this time, eren shakes his head. "i apologize sir, but no. i'm comfortable being seen in that light, but my partner isn't. i'd like to respect her wishes and boundaries."

"i see," erwin murmurs in thought. "eren, son, we're more than glad to look past your... shenanigans, if you will. you know that this is largely due to the funding you bring because of your endeavors with sports, correct? that what you have is not a right, but a privilege?"

eren nods again.

"i understand that all people who follow your account have signed non-disclosure agreements and therefore don't risk ruining either your or trost catholic univeristy's reputation," he leans back on his chair, pinching the bridge of his nose as he sighs, "but i don't understand why you felt the need to disgrace the altar. of all things, the altar, eren."

"it was very insensitive of me, mr. smith, and for that i deeply apologize."

before erwin can reply, there's a knock at the door, and it opens to you. "hey, dad, can you— oh! sorry," you murmur sheepishly. "thought you were off duty since it's past your shift,"

"it's fine, y/n" erwin hums. "you know eren, correct? and eren knows you?"

"yeah," you reply. "we don't hangout much but we have theology together,"

"in that case, you must also know about..." he sifts through the papers on his desk before picking one up, "jaeger, underscore, bomb?"

"...uh, yes?"

"in that case, i'm assigning you to keep watch of eren. you don't have to follow him around, just... make sure he doesn't sully the altar with his endeavors again."

it's twenty minutes after an extremely awkward talk about the do's and don'ts of eren's sexcapades that you can finally escape your father's stuffy office, clearly not expecting your quick "can you sign this form" to turn into you babysitting an overgrown manchild.

eren takes a few long strides ahead to open the door for you, and you smile at him in thanks before bidding your dad farewell. at least the manchild had manners.

"so..." eren starts, and you nod.

"so."

"you're my babysitter now, huh?"

"yeap," you reply, popping the 'p'

and before you could even make it five feet away from the dean's office— your father's office— eren's hands are on your waist, lips capturing yours, and he's backing you into the wall of the long, quiet corridor.

"really, eren? here?" you mumble through kisses.

"you didn't seem to mind when we did it in the park. or in the church. figured you wouldn't mind doing it in front of the dean's office, yeah?"

his kisses trail from your lips to litter around your jaw and neck. soon eren's down on his knees, taking his phone out. you can feel your face warm up when he lifts your skirt to admire your white lace panties, and he pulls the front down so he could get a good view of your slick-covered pussy, still covered in his cum from earlier in the day. the cum strings from your clit to your panties, and your cheeks grow warmer when you realize he's snapping a picture.

"for keepsakes," he says cheekily.

your panties are pulled down your legs, and you prop yourself against the wall as he slips it off completely before tucking it into his pockets. he hooks one of your knees up on his shoulders to get a better vantage point, and he eagerly licks his lips as he stares at the sight.

"you look so fucking good— i gotta eat this, fuck, fuck, fuck," his fingers fumble clumsily with his phone for a few seconds before he finally opens the app, mouth eagerly hovering over your awaiting cunt. a notification is sent throughout the campus.

jaeger_bomb is now live.

tag list: @junisfics @alert-arlert

jean with a slightly bimbo girlfriend is cool and all but what about jean with a slightly bimbo girl [space] friend?

he’d be the kind of friend you send your slutty tryout haul pics to and whose lap you sit on at parties.

the kind of friend who always, always has your date’s blood boiling because he doesn’t seem to notice the date at all.

the kind of friend who will kick any other guy out of the room if you need to change because “it’s not right” while he himself sits to the side of the room on his phone.

the kind of friend whose dates get equally upset at the dynamic, and when you ask him why so many of the girls you see him with come and go, he just swipes your chin with a finger and tells you not to worry yourself about it.

the kind of friend whose arms you jump into as soon as you see him and he hugs you to him, carrying you off the ground and spinning you and murmuring about where you been, stranger? while the rest of your friends watching by wonder about how, didn’t the two of you see each other not two days ago?

the kind of friend who slouches on you in a loose hug from behind at parties and blows raspberries into your neck to make you laugh.

the kind of friend who you say “isn’t he so fine? don’t you think he is? look at his arms…he’s single, you know. you should ask him out!” about to other girls as you both watch on at the man.

the kind of friend who keeps his hand on your back or waist or in your own hand at social gatherings because he knows you get lost easily.

the kind of friend who bows his head to look at you, his voice a murmur of asking about your day with hands on your arms or waist and yours on his chest, your eyes wide and your voice excitable as you tell him all about it.

the kind of friend who you flop your entire body on top of at smoke sessions and nap in his neck after only a few hits while he rests a big hand on your thigh and breathes smoke close enough to your nose to get a reaction out of you.

the kind of friend who no matter how many times he’s asked the question and no matter how skeptical the looks thrown his way are, jean always answers, “oh, y/n? yeah, she’s my friend.”

because @kingdomofaeries and i were yelling about this on ft

I…I need slightly skeevy Bakugou falling so deeply in love with you that he thinks of so many ways to trap you with him. The first, and most appealing, is getting you pregnant. So he hides (read: throws) away your birth control pills and next time he’s balls deep in your cunt he ignores the small pleas of “Katsuki I forgot to take my pill today”. That just get him rock hard and fucks into you even harder. He can picture it: ur soft breasts swollen and heavy, and ur tummy round and plump with his HIS kid. The kid would have ur wonderful curls and his eyes and he gets so overwhelmed he shoots ropes of cum into you.

cw: smut, mdni 18+, dub-con ? ( tagged with non-con too ), baby trapping, forced breeding, bakugou throws away birth control, scummy!bakugou and fem!reader.

:(( scumbag boyfriend!bakugou keeps you folded like a little deck chair, shivering as he forces himself brutally into your plush little pussy— probably stops wearin’ condoms too, especially after he’s chucked out your birth control— you’re so hot, so fucking tight around him with that stupid piece of latex outta the way...could you blame him now for breeding your little hole? surely you couldn’t, if you knew how it felt to have you wrapped around him like that, there’s no way you would blame him.

‘n besides, katsuki’s gotta keep you for himself. can’t have anyone rocking into your perfect pussy the way he does, getting his tummy slicked up with all that you leak— your fingers curling in his hair while you beg him to stop but your face pleads him to thrust there— right there. hitting the spot that makes the world a little clear and the sunshine a little brighter and butterflies dance in your lower belly.

“please don’ cum in me ‘suki,” you’re tellin’ him, begging him through your feather light and whiny gasps, your eyes are fuzzy and your mouth open wide with pleasure, taunting bakugou to spit in it and fill up a second hole with all of him. “gotta pull out, kay? don have any pills...forgot to take it—!” the heel of your foot starts digging into his lower back so hard that if he really wanted to pull out, he couldn’t. you’re practically begging him to trap you, keep you tied down with his brat and so is your warm little cunt. oh you want it so bad, he can tell by the way you greedily suck him in with every draw back of his hips— gummy walls clinging to every vein on his fat cock.

“why baby? you wan’ it, you wan’ it so fuckin’ bad,” he grunts, sharp teeth bearing down on your pretty neck— lewd slapping sounds twisting with the sex scented air, you keep on going to him. keep on gushing from between your puffy pussy lips and clawing at his back to bring katsuki closer and closer until your sweaty bodies are pressed up against each other. “you love this cock, you love me, don’t you?”

and of course you say yes, through ugly babyish tears and weak nods, making katsuki’s heart swell because his sweet girl loves him that much that she’d give him a baby? even if he threw away your pills and told you condoms you were for extras, you still loved him enough to cry on his cock and clamp down on him with a vice fucking grip that could milk the life out of him if he wasn’t holding back enough to make you cum too. calloused fingers flick at your swollen clit, rub and pinch your raw cunt until you’re arching your back and screaming for more more more.

you’re so good, you don’t even know it, body telling katsuki everything he wants to hear as he fucks you— shoves himself deep inside your wet walls, cockhead ripe with pre catching on every ridge. you want this baby, your body screams when your tits bounce at every thrust bakugou gives you— making him imagine how gorgeous they’ll be when full with milk for his shitty kid. he grips your thighs with his same rough palms, thinking of how doughy and pudgy they’ll become as you get rounder and rounder with his baby. he’ll wanna fuck you so bad, even more so than before— see if he can squeeze another brat into your cunt along side the one he’s about to give you.

and at the end of it, you’ll be stuck at home with leaky breasts and a bouncing baby, waiting for your scummy boyfriend at the end of everyday with a kiss and meal on the table all for him. bakugou needs that, he can’t just keep his desires in his head anymore. so he lets loose, languidly thrusting into your cunt even after you’ve squirted and your release is sloshing around between your bodies. the bed creaks below you and your cunt spasms so hard you might push katsuki out of you— it’s too late to say no now, you’ve been asking for it for so long now.

forehead pressed against yours, bakugou’s blonde hair sticking to your sweaty faces. “gonna cum, gonna fuckin’ cum, better take all this cum...yeah? yeah? fuck yeah,” his speech is slurred, tuning out all of your shouts and moans of protest that give away how much desire you still hold for your boyfriend. and before you know it, his balls stop slapping against your ass when he stills his hips, emoting a fresh load of his hot cum into your awaiting and abused cunt— bakugou thrusts once or twice more to make it stick, lining your fertile womb with potent white until some of it spills out like cream against his softening shaft— keeping your body trapped under his.

Upcoming 2:

1. frat boy/stoner!armin

2. student council president bully!armin x hot goth girl!reader

3. popular boy!armin x gothgirl!reader

✯ featuring - eren jaeger x fem! reader

contains - face fucking, a little bit of praise/degradation, and mean dom! eren.

a/n - this was originally supposed to be for samuel but i ended up changing my mind

“i can’t hear you” eren mocks as he pushes your head further down his thick shaft. this had been the fourth time he scolded you that evening, taunting you about the same thing over and over. it was enough to cause tears to warble your vision and drool to slip past your lips and onto your chin. still, you were persistent in pleasing him. “i wanna hear you gag on my cock” he continues, gripping the back of your neck to pull you back up. you’re met with his intense gaze, eyes glowing in utter disappointment as you pushes you back down with force. “thought you were—ah, gonna be a good girl for me” he starts, breath hitching between his words. “good girls do what they’re told, and you haven’t been listening”. you could feel the pit in your stomach turn, already anticipating his next move.

with two hands tangled in your hair and his feet planted firmly on the floor below him, he forces your head to the base of his cock, your chin resting on the smooth plushness of his balls. he bucks his hips up into you, the fat round head of his cock hitting your uvula with every thrust, coaxing a choked gag from you. “that’s it baby, let me hear you—hear that slutty mouth of yours” he groans, reaching closer to his own orgasm with a dismantled grunt and tug of your head. he spills down your throat, coating your tongue in the bittersweet taste of him.

even then, it’s still not enough for him.

tags - @rekiri @rosexfics @fiaficsxo @kirsteiiins @iconicbabii @ni-koi @yeagerslut @megumiumiu @marleyterians @ereh-simp @jarmeen @arumiee @izukine @healpeony @iguroscmsltt @inusdoll @arte-misa @jean-kayak @glittrkink

me: *lifts up big rock*

all the bugs underneath it:

📚BTS Fic Reads - 2021 April Jungkook

Some are new, some re-reads, while some are past reads that haven’t been reblogged yet. Fics are not mine. Credits go to all the writers. Please show them love by reblogging and/or commenting on their work 🥰.

April 2021 Reads Part 1:  Other Members

Ongoing Series -  will be in a separate post moving forward so I can better track.

Note: Most of fics have smut content. FOR MUSLIM READERS, THIS IS NOT RAMADAN-SAFE (only few fics are SFW).  A lovely reader requested for SFW fic recs so please enjoy these lists instead:

🌷 Fic Recs (SFW) Fluff/Angst Stories:

Part 1 (Recommended Authors + selected fics)

Part 2 (Recommended Fics) - Taehyung | Jungkook (the reader requested for these members)

Tip: If link doesn’t work, click on author and go to their masterlist

S - smut | F - fluff | A - angst | 🌷 - with reaction/review on some completed fics (if reading these help)

🥕 Jungkook Two-shots | Completed Series

Angel in the Darkness @icyhobi​ - series [11/11] | 54.4k | Mafia AU, Prostitute AU, Rehab Center Staff!Reader | A, S, F (reblog of old faves) 🌷

Before You Go @barefacedjiminbias​ - two shot [2/2] | 12k | Mafia AU, feat cruel mafia head Namjoon (OC’s brother), Doctor!OC, Friends to Lovers to Exes AU | A, F

Comfort Inn Ending @joonbird​ - series [7/7] | 49k | Idol AU, Break UP AU, Exes AU, Infidelity | A (very angsty), S (a reblog of old faves) 🌷

Cream & Sugar @gukslut​ - series [6/6] + drabble  | 36k | Coffee Shop AU, Barista AU, Escort AU, Enemies to Lovers, Jerk!Jungkook in the beginning | S, F, A 🌷  (a reblog of old faves)  

Falling For You (Falling From Grace) @sunshyngal​ - series [8/8] |15k | FWB AU, Enemies with Benefits, Coworker AU, Boxer AU | S, A, F 🌷

Finding Me Through You + Part 2 @ditttiii​ - two shot [2/2]  | 4.9k | Hybrid AU, hurt/comfort, Strangers to Friends, Friends to Lovers | F, A 🌷

Iris + Part 2 @namjoonchronicles​ - two shot | 9.2k | Break Up AU, Exes AU, kind of Tsundere Jungkook to Fuckboy Jungkook, CEO AU, Idiots to Lovers (I love this) | A, F 🌷

Kick in the Right Direction @/xiaokoo - drabble series[7/7] | 6.1k | Football Player!Jungkook x Mascot!Reader, Jock AU, College AU, Jock!JK | F

My Name is 01001010 01001011 + My Name is JK @someonewhowannadielol​ - two shot | 11.9k | Alien AU, Established Relationship, in the fic some humans were shipped to Alien!JK’s planet to permanently live | S, F 🌷

this is really cute 🥰! Alien JK is so earnest to find more about humans so he could be with her

Sugar & Coffee @jimlingss​ - series [23/23] | 101k | Patisserie School AU, Chef AU (students actually), Slice of Life, slight enemies to lovers (just ch 1) | Fluffiest fluff!  🌷

this was one my quarantine reads last year and finally got to scream about it in my fave-fics blog 🥰

Synchronicity @sehunpeachy​ - two shot | 14.5k | Office AU, Coworker AU, Neighbor AU | F, A, S 🌷

Take My Hands Now + Close the Door Now @manggojooz​ - series [12/12] + epilogue drabbles [2/2] | 32k | College AU, slice of life, supernatural (OC can feel pain of another person by touch), Playboy JJK, hurt/comfort  | F, A 🌷  #holygrailfics⭐

Keep reading

do you think you could do some soft size kink + creampie w/ kook ? 🥺 thank you!

Here you go! <3

You sighed in content as Jungkooks big hands roamed your petite frame, cock thrusting in and out of your velvety walls softly as he whispered sweet praises into your ear, lips kissing your ear softly.

You moaned gently, hand gripping his tightly as you felt your release coil inside of you softly, begging to be released. “Kookie, I’m close..”

Jungkook hummed, “Cum for me, little one..”

You bit your lip, almost immediately following his commands as you released all over his cock. You heard him groan quietly, lips kissing yours gently as he sped his thrust up, chasing his high.

He heard your breath hitch from the sudden stimulation, Jungkook moaned quietly, his release coming closer and closer with each thrust he delivered to your dripping wet cunt.

“I’m close, baby..” Jungkook whispered, “In you or not?”

You shook your head quickly, “Cum on me, kookie..”

Jungkook smiled, nodding. He felt his release come, pulling out of you quickly you watched in awe as he jerked himself off, hands messily going up and down on his cock before he was groaning, cumming all over your stomach, some of it landing on your face.

Jungkook exhaled when he finished, falling on top of you quietly.

“Good aim, bozo..” You murmured, licking your lips, tasting him.

Jungkook chuckled, murmuring softly, “ ‘m sorry...”

-Admin L

Omg just imagine waking up early in the morning going out of your room to find jungkook jerking himself off while quietly moaning your name UAJXJSJ

Suck - jjk (M)

↳ Pairing: jungkook x reader

↳ genre: smut lol what’s new

↳ word count: 940

↳ warnings: voyeurism

— synopsis:  In which Y/n finds a horny Jungkook on her couch, mesmerized as she watched him jerk off to her name.

a/n: please go and check out my masterlist located at my bio to see all my other works!

~

The sound of your annoying alarm woke you up, the same noise you’ve always been dreading to hear every school days. You groaned out loud, squinting as you looked at the sudden bright lights of your phone, pressing ‘stop’. You threw the phone back into the bedside and you groaned. It was 5:30 am, and you need to get ready for school.

Standing up from your bed was hard enough because of the magnet-like energy that makes you want to go back and never ever leave that place again. Slipping on your slides, you made your way to the shower and cleaned yourself up.

“Fuck, I haven’t studied for history yet.” You thought as you dried your body with a towel, loudly groaning once more. Last night you spend all your time binge-watching RuPaul’s Drag Race on Netflix, the books and notes that you were supposed to be reading were left untouched.

You were already feeling like shit and your day haven’t even officially started.

But once you got out of the shower, only wrapped by a towel around your body, you heard some faint noises coming from the living room. You furrowed your brows, silently walking towards the noises.

Your soul almost left your body as you saw Jungkook, one of your best friends who happens to be your secret crush, playing with his fucking dick as he was spread across your couch.

Your mouth was wide open, you couldn’t believe the sight that you were seeing. He had his grey sweatpants pulled down, his shirt off of his body revealing his tight abs. He was sweating, too. You can see the wetness on his pulsing neck and down to his chest, glowing because of the early morning lights. And he was big, probably seven inches? The way that his hand easily glided up and down his shaft, precum leaking out almost made you drool.

“Shit, Y/n.”

Your eyes widened. Did he see you? No, he couldn’t, he had his head thrown back and his eyes were shut. You wanted to walk away but your feet didn’t let you. You were stood there like a fucking creep, watching him — your crush, jerk himself off while moaning your name.

He bit his lip and whined loudly, “Mmnggf fuck, Y/n, faster…please.”

Without thinking, you gasped out loud when you heard him say your name like that. His eyes opened immediately, locking with yours. You didn’t know what to do but instead to stand there, watching him looking up at you with lust-blown eyes. He scanned your figure, followed by a lip bite. You forgot you were only wearing a towel.

He smirked, liking your reaction. He gripped his dick tighter and he stroked himself harder and faster, directly looking into your eyes. “O-ohh, Y/n. So fucking good.” You hitched your breath while he smirked to himself. He knows what he’s doing to you. You wondered how he was able to sneak inside your apartment until you remembered that you gave him a spare key — and thank god you did.

He lifted his unoccupied hand and made a ‘come here’ motion with his index finger. You obeyed, slowly walking over to him. Your legs were shaking and you felt nervousness all throughout your body. You were now in between his knees, dangerously close to his glistening hot body. “On your knees for me, baby.” He whispered with a dark tone, making you tingle. You got the position he told you to be, fixing the towel around your body, afraid of the chances of it falling down.

“Did you enjoyed seeing me like that, hmm?” He asked, stroking his cock once again. Your eyes went down and you watched his hands move expertly. The veins from his arms and hands were protruding, making you turned on even more. You nodded your head, still looking at the sight between his thighs. He made a ‘tsk’ sound and he firmly gripped your jaw with his other hand, making you look up at him. “Look at me.”

You gulped, looking at his dark eyes. He pressed his tongue at the sides of his cheeks, eyebrows furrowed. “You like watching me get off by thinking of you, hmm?” He removed the grip that he had on your jaw and he combed through your wet hair instead. “Y-Yes.”

He chuckled, “I thought so. I knew you’d catch me, that was my plan. I can feel your figure just standing there, I can feel your presence earlier, baby.” He started stroking his cock again, but you avoided looking down there and focused your gaze on his face. He moaned delightfully, throwing his head back. “You make me so goddamn hard, you don’t even know.”

He noticed that you were trying your best not to look at his cock, and that made him smirk. “Wanna suck my cock, hm?” You gasped at his words, biting your lip. He gripped your hair tight and pulled your head closer to his shaft.

“I know you want to. I know you’ve been dreaming of that ever since, you naughty girl.” He growled, eyes burning holes through yours. You gulped.

“Look at you, you’re practically drooling for my cock to be inside of your mouth. I bet you liked watching me get off, didn’t you?” You nodded meekly, making him scoff.

“What a bad girl you are.”

You whined at his words, turning you on even more.

“Come on, jagi,” he held his cock closer to your face and he gently slapped it against your cheek. The dirty move made you press your thighs harder than it already was earlier. “Suck.”

~

What is this, I wrote this at 6 fucking am.

Leave a note if you liked it, anyways lol. I live for jungkook + dirty talk HMP.

bts reaction — corruption kink

GENRE ➨ smut, do not interact if you’re under 18

DANNIS NOTE ➨ unprotected sex, blowjobs, fingering, dom!bangtan, sub!reader, innocent!reader, basically bangtan wanting to corrupt your innocent little minds

NAVI

KIM SEOKJIN 

Jin’s eyes fluttered across your angelic form, withering beneath his heaving body as small mewls and whimpers left your parted lips in pleasurable bliss while your doe-like eyes gazed up at him, innocence drowning in your stare. You winced slightly once he slipped into your warmth, his hot thickness stretching out your small hole. He kept a bruising grip on your thighs, rough fingers digging into the flesh to keep you still while he slowly slipped into your begging cunt, the tip of his cock kissing your wall. Your soft begs coaxed his hips closer, the way your body arched into him, breasts perked and head thrown back, making him harden even more inside you. Your legs trembled in his in hold while your pussy clenched around him, milking him dry.

“You look so cute taking me so well, angel.”

MIN YOONGI

Yoongi cruelly chuckled at your pitiful state, damp hair obstructing his vision as his strong hold kept you seated on his hard length, your innocent demeanour involuntarily causing his hips to buck up against you, cock curving deep inside your core. His teasing left you a whimpering, pouty mess, rolling your hips eagerly against his crotch, desperate to feel him deeper in your core. He softly admired your messy hair, flushed cheeks and dripping cunt, feeling you tighten snugly around his length, hopeful pleas flying past your lips. He regared your begs with little interest, watching you tremble ontop of him, hands planted shakily on his panting chest as his hips raised to meet your own, loving how easily he made you into his moaning slut.

“Come on sweetheart, beg for my cock.”

JUNG HOSEOK

Your hips rutted eagerly against his own, needy begs and wide eyes pleading him to fuck you harder and deeper. His lips attached roughly to your own, tongue prodding past your mouth while his large hands propped you steadily against the wall, skirt bunched up around your waist and panties pushed to one side as you trembled into his touch, his hot dick throbbing against your cervix. You both ignored the loud chattering of the boys outside his room, no clue that your hole was currently being used like a toy by the greedy boy fucking up into you, small hisses escaping him. Your sweet moans were muffled by his desperate lips, pussy clenching as he allowed you to feel each and every crevice and vein of his leaking cock, your sticky wetness coating his length with each slow rut of his hips.

“I bet you love being a dirty little whore for me.”

KIM NAMJOON

Namjoon leaned back against the headboard, legs spread wide as you settled between them, lidded eyes watching as your smaller hand wrapped itself around his red, angry cock, thumb gently teasing his gushing slit. His cock pulsated in your hesitant grip once your timid stare met his, pure innocence glinting in your orbs before you engulfed his dick into your warm mouth, small bobs of your head making him hit the back of your throat. Your wet muscle swirled and lapped up the wetness that dripped down his shaft, greedily cleaning him up as he muttered quiet praises into the air. Wetness seeped past the sheer fabric of your underwear, trailing down the expanse of your thighs once low groans left him, long fingers threading through your hair while you sucked on his fat head, breathing harshly through your nose, your pure facade replaced with a needy whore.

“Do you like being my bad girl? Making everyone think you’re so innocent and good while taking my cock like a slut?”

PARK JIMIN

Jimin’s fingers worked delicately on your clit, flicking and teasing your sensitive bud while his he shoved his free fingers inside your mouth, silencing your soft moans and urging you to suck on the long digits. Tears glossed your wide eyes from his pleasurable abuse, feeling his fingers curve into your cunt, the wet sound of your slickness filling the room. He retraced his digits from your core, ignoring your muffled pleas before replacing them with his thick cock, fucking up into your wet heat, watching with every deliberately slow thrust of his hips your innocent facade slip away. The sharp sting of your hole being stretched around him made you whimper around his digits, rutting your hips down to meet his as you both tuned out the loud joking of his bandmates coming from the other room, only focusing on how snugly you fit around his desperate length.

“You’re such a filthy mess.”

KIM TAEHYUNG

Taehyung stared down at you darkly, a large, veiny hands pinning your trembling hips to bed with ease, long digits teasing your raw bud, pinching the flesh between his fingers as small pleas filled his senses. He tutted lowly while watching you shy away, slipping his fingers into your core, stretching you out deliciously as you completely engulfed them. Your pussy clenched with need, chest rising with each needy moan and beg as he continued to drag out your pleasure, pressing the pad of his thumb down against your clit, pumping his digits at a painfully slow pace into your tight hole. He took pleasure in breaking you, skin flushed and begging to be fucked while he teased you, mocking you with a small pout on his lips while he gaze glinted with smugness, cock hardening against his thigh as your demure facade slipped away.

“You want my cock so badly? Beg for it doll.”

JEON JUNGKOOK

Jungkook’s hands slowly roamed over your figure, admiring your soft curves while tuning out your bashful pleas, your frilly white underwear accentuating your purity, causing his dick to twitch with need. He gently pushed your panties aside, watching hungrily as your wetness seeped onto the bedsheets below, cunt tight and ready for him to fuck. His hot tip prodded at your entrance, slipping into your with ease as his lips left hot, open-mouthed kisses against your neck, groaning lowly into your skin as you immediately tightened your hole around his thickness, thrusting so deep that he curved against your stomach, feeling your wetness spill onto his shaft. He ate up your whimpers and moans greedily, cock pulsating in your cunt while your nails dug sharply into his strong biceps, prompting him to bite down roughly onto the skin of your shoulder, hips rutting against your own as he edged you towards orgasm.

“Do you like being ruined?”

skirt chasers — drabble iv

THIS IS A SKIRT CHASERS DRABBLE - FIND THE OTHERS HERE ! SUMMARY Jungkook was a man. A skirt chaser. He could only withstand so much torture before he broke, and seeing your gorgeous, smooth legs on display after so many weeks of starvation awoke an ancient being inside of him. WARNINGS JK POV!!!, attempted solo masturbation, k*ssing, jk’s extensive knowledge of pornos, grinding, cunnilingus, face sitting, spit kink, light choking, praise kink, self nipple play, a love for boobies, unprotected sex, use of the pull out method, i love u kink, its kinda hinted tht oc has a somnophilia kink? not rlly but tagging just in case -_- RATING m (18+) WC 6.3k this can’t even classified as a drabble anymore wtf 

NOTES i have had this in my drafts since may 3. it is december 21. everyone point n laugh. anyway i very much love stimbo sc jk and i think he’s very cool so here’s a whopping 6k of the inner mechanisms of his big nerdy, college hottie brain <3

Keep reading