JUST TAKE IT, TAKE IT . . .

JUST TAKE IT, TAKE IT . . .

includes. nsfw, eren yeager.

warnings. mdni — fem! reader, riding, dacryphilia, slight sadism, spanking, daddy kink, dumbification, pet names, hair pulling, punishment, brat taming, degradation.

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The sudden movement of his hips as he bucks up into you has you curling your body into his chest and whimpering. He’s hitting you so fucking deep, cock buried up to the hilt in your tight little cunt that it has tears welling up in your eyes.

Eren’s never been this mean before and for a moment you think he’ll give you a break as you panted heavily against him, but no, tonight you didn’t get that privilege. Not when you’ve been such a fucking brat.

He delivers a harsh slap to your ass without warning, chuckling at the way your cunt clenches down on him while a whispered gasp of his name escapes your plump lips.

“Such a slutty girl f’me,” He rasps out. “Even when you’re being punished, you still can’t help but enjoy it, hm?”

His fingers make their way up the nape of your neck before tightly gripping your hair and tugging on it— the slight sting has you desperately trying to hold back a whine, and you plant yourself back up on shaky arms to meet his lust-filled gaze.

“Atta girl, there you go. Now, fuck yourself on my dick, c’mon. You wanna make daddy proud, don’t cha?” The usual soft expression on his handsome face is nowhere to be found, all you can see is desperation. He needs you to know you’re his, he needs you to beg for him to stuff you full and be so drunk on his cock you can’t think of anything but him.

You’re knocked out of your daze with another sharp thrust and this time he’s gripping your jaw, fingers digging into the plush of your cheeks. “Focus, princess, m’not gonna cum if you keep slacking off.”

His words have you shaking your head, thighs quivering from exhaustion. “Mm-mm, can’t— s’.. s’too much!”

“It’s too much?” He echoes, “Aw, that’s cute but I don’t remember asking for excuses, princess.”

He lets go of your face and sneers, “Now shut up and fucking take it, we’re not stopping till that little head of yours understands that I’m in charge.”

sapiosexual.

━━━━━━━━ eren yeager.

⤷ fem!reader, stoner!eren, jealous!eren, face fucking (69), oral (f received), cervix kissing, slapping (titties, face, ass), hair pulling, finger sucking, overstimulation, degrading, praising, spit play, reader creams, brief daddy kink, eren is feral af, aftercare for us softies.

⤷ mocha’s note; thank you to that anon who says this song reminds them of eren. i can’t stop playing it now. been on repeat for days.

⤷ taglist; @gumipawz @dejwrites @gabzlovesu @taesd-urag @emomanswhore @massivelynervousprincess @indiecursor @erentoes @erenyeagerswhore @sintiva

“yo,” is the first way eren greets you, nodding his head as he brushes past you after you open the back door, sneaking him into your home late in the afternoon, already smelling of weed with his hands stuffed into his black hoodie, the hood over his dark brown hair as he chews his gum. he remembers to take off his shoes so he wouldn’t track mud over the house, grabbing them and hiding them in the closet in case your parents came home early. he’s lightly coated with rain, the mixture of it with his cologne fanning over the area.

“hey,” you softly smile, eren taking one hand out to do your signature handshake, slapping them side by side, sliding your palms together before snapping your fingers.

“what’s good with you?” his gruff voice asks, already walking upstairs to your room.

“nothin’ much, classes been busting my ass,” you shrug, following behind him. you lock your door and find him sitting in his usual spot when the two of you hang out for a smoke sesh. comfortably leaning back in your gaming chair with his thighs spread, his brown hair falling to his shoulders.

“you’re rewatching this shit again?” eren grumbles about the series thats on your screen, nodding and smiling like an idiot, eren referring to the vampire diaries. you’re definitely on your tenth mark.

“i love it, you know this.”

“yeah,” he’s pulling out a honeybun flavored backwood along with his stash of weed, turning to your desk and doing what he usually does.

“you never let me roll,” you whine, eren turning to look you up and down, your black shorts practically swallowing your thighs and ass. his stare lingers before he breaks it away.

“your shit be fat,” he chuckles.

“fat and cute,” you roll your eyes. “it hits faster.”

“doesn’t.”

you take a seat on one of your beanbag chairs, knocking back the rest of your wine you had with dinner an hour ago and happily watching him roll, always intrigued by it. he side eyes you as he runs his tongue along the sheet, telling you to stop and finish enjoying your stupid show to which you throw your plushie at him as a result. you can tell his half buzzed by his body language, sort of sluggish and barely talkative. you switch to youtube and play a bunch of random music videos after he finishes, eren letting you hit first and laughing when you cough. you’re still learning. and you’ve only ever smoked with him like twice so far.

“clear out your throat like i told you. suck in your breath and then inhale it. hold it for ten seconds if you can, then release it.”

you follow his instructions, holding the blunt between your fingers like a cigarette and taking your puff. the elated look in your eyes makes eren happy, tapping under your chin with his hooked finger proudly. you pass it to him, and it continues until it’s nothing but a roach. you always start to feel it when you’re giggling too much. both of you relax and watch tv, eren not talking much which was kind of odd.

“found this polaroid of you at reiner’s,” eren says after a few minutes of silence. the word polaroid instantly made your heart stop, seeing the dark glare in his eyes as he pulls it from his hoodie pocket, giving it another look before showing you.

“why do you have it? jerk off to it or something?” you joke with a small laugh, only thing, he’s not laughing. his face remains straight, as if he’s mad about it. you raise your brow. “you did, didn’t you.”

“if you want the truth, I did,” he’s blunt about it, not unusual of him. it’s eren. “nutted so fuckin’ much, too.”

your cheeks grow hot, playing with the waist bead around your hip nervously. why’s he acting like this? “um, why are you telling me this?”

“why I nutted or why’d I take it?”

you roll your eyes. “both.”

“mhm, I don’t know,” he purses his lips. “saw it, thought you looked fuckin’ sexy, so I took it. the real question is—why did he have it?”

there was no point in lying. he’s your best friend, but reiner’s also your best friend—and his. he knew not to tell eren a fucking crumb of anything that went on between the two of you. eren didn’t take lightly to betrayal. you’ve known him for years, and he’s liked you for some time now. but to be honest, he’s a slut. even if you wanted to be with him you knew it wouldn’t work out because the man simply cannot keep his dick in his pants. he’s been trying to mess with you for some time now, especially after finding out that you make the majority of your bank from streaming on adult websites.

hey, can you drive me to the mall? i need some things for work.

work. you mean plastering your pussy on camera to millions of perverts. he remembers the text so vividly. the day even more memorable as he watches you buy ring lights, expensive ass camcorders and skimpy lingerie. you don’t know this, but he found one of your streams accidentally one night he was scrolling on the hub for the hell of it. you never wanted to tell him your user because you knew his obsession with you is already insane. you made sure to keep your face covered in a hot pink ski mask, but he noticed those lips of yours anywhere, plump like a bratz doll and that voice—that voice of yours he tries so hard to block out of his head.

“we did a video for my channel,” you say it so low he raises his brow and waits for you to say it clearer. you clear your throat, cottonmouth getting to you. “I asked him if he could film with me and we took pictures for the plot or whatever.”

eren spins the chair side to side with his legs, head tilted to the side as he ponders. “you fuck him?”

“I did.”

his jaw clenches instantly, iridescent eyes tinting to a darker shade as he slowly blinks one time. “it’s good you’re honest. I saw the video anyways. looked like you had a good time.”

your eyes bulge. “wait—huh? when?!”

“the butterfly on your ass was a dead giveaway,” he shrugs, completely ignoring you. “plus on the video where you deep throated your dildo, you were wearing the black babydoll I picked out.”

“oh my god, eren!” you gape at him, his bluntness overbearing sometimes. “you weren’t supposed to see that. fuck.”

“don’t worry, reiner didn’t show me, nor did he tell me,” he scoffs, shaking his head. “you really fucked him, y/n, really? my best friend? knowing how I feel about you?”

when he says it like that he makes you feel like the bad person. you swallow. “eren, nothing’s going on between us. it was just sex. didn’t mean anything. I promise it’s not going to taint the three of our relationships.”

he tongues his inner cheek. “both of you really have a lot of fucking nerve.”

and that’s when it’s your turn to get mad. “let’s not act like you ever had the ability to sit the fuck down and stop shoving your dick in anybody you walk by. you say you want me, say you have feelings for me, but then you turn around and fuck with other girls. explain that, because i’m confused.”

“oh, so we’re gonna act like all the times i’ve tried never existed?” eren’s leaning forward in his chair now, brows furrowed. “when I did try to only focus on you, it’s always a let down. you turn me down every time. you play dumb every time I touch you.”

“maybe because I didn’t want to have sex with you for that exact reason,” you fume, not expecting to get so pent up about it. “i know how you are. you think i don’t know you? i know you like the back of my fucking hand, eren. i’m sorry i was afraid to start anything with you in fear of you still fucking other women! it takes a lot to satisfy you. i’ve never seen you settle down and if you tried with me you’d probably fuck up a good thing.”

it’s silent for a while, the only sound being made was the creaking of the floor as he bounces his leg with agitation. he stares blankly at the floor.

“say something,” you ball your fists.

“come here,” eren rasps, taking his hands out his pockets and patting one of his thighs. without another thought, you’re crawling to him, sitting between his legs and glaring up at him with pouty lips, folding your arms around your midsection which plumps up your tits in your yellow tank top. eren bends down in his seat, his hair tickling your forehead he later kisses.

the soft gesture has usually been his form of i’m sorry. only this time he takes it further, softly wrapping his hand around your neck before lifting your head and locking his lips with yours. your eyes falter shut, savoring his taste, plump lips kissing him back as he grips you closer and deepens his kiss, groaning after tasting the cherry lipgloss on your lips. you weren’t expecting your body to grow this hot after a small makeout session, his lips like pillows and his masculine scent succumbing you. his pretty hair in your hand as you tuck the strands behind one of his ears and pick yourself up to kiss him harder, sloppier.

his thick tongue rushes over your own, swallowing your lips in his mouth and groping at your ass his hands snake down to play with. eren removes his mouth, pupils dilated and by now his dick is uncomfortably shielded in his jeans. he reaches down to unbutton his pants, keeping his eyes on you as you keep your hands to yourself momentarily, the sound of his zipper giving you excitement. you’ve seen his dick before, and that’s only because he had a few dick pics in his camera roll, being nosey on his phone. it was nice. but seeing it in person made your mouth water, squeezing your thighs together as he pulls his dick from his briefs, hard as fuck and leaking with so much precum. the head is a pinkish purple, shaft slightly wide with thick veins protruding on the base and sides. he’s circumcised, of course. about eight to nine inches. definitely a gut killer.

“suck my fucking dick,” he whispers gently, nearly wheezes the command, cheeks flushed already just from a few smooches. you watch him with fascination as he angles his head and spits on it himself before saying, “put your hands on it first.”

both of your hands reach for his dick, one resting above the other as you stroke after applying slight pressure, twisting both your hands as he holds your face in his hands, brows knitted. he hisses from your touch, complaining briefly that your hands are cold. you blame the temperature of your room.

“sorry.”

“s’okay, baby. open that pretty mouth f’me,” he sighs, drunkenly observing you as you widen your mouth, eren tracing them with his fingers before sinking them in, lowering his jaw from the warmth, his dick twitching in your hands.

“I like a lot of spit,” eren says, thrusting and twisting his fingers to prep your throat. your eyes water the deeper they sink, until you’re gagging on his fingers and he’s grinning when your saliva starts to pick back up, knowing weed gives you crazy cottonmouth. “sss, that’s it, there we go.”

he holds onto your jaw to ensure your mouth stays open, guiding you down to his aching dick you drool over, widening your jaw to accommodate him as he sits back and lets you work. his emerald eyes are closed, breathing through his nose as you hollow your cheeks and bob your head, stroking altogether with two hands. he spreads his thighs wider, your nose brushing onto his heaving stomach, the hood on his head slipping off since he can’t seem to stop moving.

“fuck, doing so good,” he hums, sucking on his lips as you take him to the back of your throat, eren putting his hand on your head to keep you there for a few seconds, whispering ‘yes, baby. take it all’ until you can’t anymore, lifting your head and panting over the head. he moans when you only suck on the tip, swirling your tongue around and taking his balls into your mouth next, sucking, eren making an inhumane noise before stopping you.

“ard, stop—fuck,” he pulls you off with a breathless laugh. you sit on your knees adorably before him, biting back your smile as you clean your face with your hand. you want to say something smart but you figured now wasn’t the time, his face switching quick as he stands to his full height, reaching his arms behind his back to pull his hoodie over his head, tossing it aside, the black shirt he wears underneath hiking up to give you a peak of his toned torso.

you stand up, the silver necklaces on your neck dangling as you bend slightly to pull down your shorts, bare underneath. you turn so he can see that cute butterfly tattoo on your ass he’s liked since the first time he saw it. holding your hand when you got it, now that he remembers. this same tattoo that reiner had his hands on as he gripped your ass and fucked you hard into this same exact bed he’d given a dirty look the instant he stepped into your room. his anger doesn’t suffice, coming behind you and smacking your ass, watching it jiggle and humming when you gasp.

“lay down, hang your head off the bed.”

your eyes nearly roll back, eren reading you so well as you take your spot on the bed, laying flat on your back, not before arching it on purpose just so he can catch a cute glimpse of your pussy, already wet and waiting for him. eventually, you’d known all along you’d fuck him, and you’re glad he understands your mutual frustration. more him than you. eren notices your act but doesn’t say a word, nonchalant face down packed. you’re on your back now, hanging your head off the edge of the bed like he asked, holding your knees up to your chest.

his skinny legs waltz towards you, veiny hand holding his cock after he shuffles his jeans down to his feet, admiring your body as he taps his dick on your lips. you dart your tongue out occasionally, eyes half-lidded, your high getting to you now along with the blood rushing to your skull.

“nasty fuckin’ whore,” eren grits, inching his body over you and letting his fingers explore your drenched cunt, spanking your clit three times before gently rolling the pads of his fingers over it, your moans unfortunately not foreign to him given his recent exposure to your naughty acts. “you can show reiner this, show millions of people this sweet lil’ pussy, but not me?”

again, you stay quiet, figuring he’s really just mumbling out words of frustration, not giving you a lecture. one thing he will do is give you a warning. show you that he’s perfectly capable to maintaining a relationship. that he can fuck you better than reiner. satisfy you. make you happy. only if you let him try.

“if you can’t breathe just tap my thigh,” the ball in his throat bobs as he swallows, sliding his dick into your mouth until he can see the outline of it in your throat, clutching your neck with one hand as he thrusts his sharp hips, hearing how sloppy you take him, gargling around his cock that hurts your jaw in the best way. he keeps his pace slow just so he can toy with you, slapping the side of your face after petting it and calling you his good girl.

“I like your throat. nasty as fuck. gonna beat your pussy til’ you wanna run. til’ you start scratching me. til’ you start crying and saying you can’t take it. but i’ll make you fuckin’ take it.”

you moan after every promise he makes, and you know he’s not lying by the growl in his tone, by the way he swivels his hips to fuck his cock faster, your hand coming to grip onto the back of his thigh, breathing through your nose and trying your best for him to handle it a little longer. he’s slapping your tits now, tugging your tank so it sits just under them, pinching at your perked nipples. he’s playing with your pussy more, running two fingers between your folds before dipping them into your hole and stretching you out, massaging your walls as you moan and he holds your knee still to keep your legs apart. at one point he slows his thrusts, pulling his dick out after you tap his thigh like he said, catching your breath only to choke once he begins strumming your clit like some sort of instrument. flicking at your clit until you’re crying and moving your hips frantically.

you’re becoming lightheaded, and eren knows your signals by now, studying your body in those filthy videos you make. what you like to do to yourself, how you like things done. how fast you cum. how hard you cum. how you scream, cry, curl your toes or whimper.

“f-fuck, eren. s’too much,” you whimper, clamping your legs shut over his arm, moving your head to the side to watch him. he makes matters worse as he spits over your pussy, thick tongue lolling out to lick, mouth sucking and tasting your juices with his eyes rolling back. dying to be familiar with this taste for the longest.

you squeal in shock as he picks you up by your waist, neck bending as you wrap your arms securely around his thigh, eren burying his face in your cunt, messily eating at it as his spit trails down your ass, sucking and rolling your clit in his mouth like his favorite candy. you scream as he starts fucking his tongue inside you, bobbing his head to dig it deep as possible. you scream when you cum, the elicit noises from him sloppily eating your pussy and moaning against you drives you there, your toes curling and your sounds high pitched, racing in his head.

he sets you back down, swiftly turning you around and spanking your ass as you tremble, biting at your plump lips and sniffling, your head all fuzzy. he turns you so you’re on your stomach, positioning you on your knees as your upper halve weakly lays flat, arms sprawled out. eren pulls the hair tie from his wrist off by his teeth, pulling his hair up into a bun as he dangerously makes eye contact with you. you smile into your shoulder blissfully, knowing he’s going to wreck your shit. tapping his head at your pussy with a wet pat pat a few times, he sinks inside you, your cunt swallowing and clenching him with ease, clit still beating from the previous orgasm.

eren has zero mercy for you, jaw locking as he puts all his weight into his hands that hold down your backside, rolling his waist like the fucking devil he was and fucking you hard, snapping his hips like he’s in heat. not jackhammering, or fucking like a rabbit, no—he’s fucking you. clapping his toned hips against your ass hard while keeping his pace slow.

“yes, daddy! fuck,” the word slips from your mindless brain, whining into your duvet and letting him use you, taking it without complaints. he’s kissing at your cervix, knocking against it like an animal. it hurt so good. you can feel your gut twisting, moaning as he wraps his fist around your hair and tugs your head back, wanting you to be bold about your statement, the pillows muffling you. he likes what you call him a little too much, grinning sadistically and pressing his lips to your ear, telling you to ‘call me daddy again. i like that.’

and you do. you do everything he tells you to. tears leak from your eyes from the overwhelming pleasure and overstimulation, cumming yet again after he tells you your pussy is fuckin’ my dick like she didn’t get enough from reiner. gushing on it like she’s fuckin’ crazy.

“fuckfuckfu—erennn,” by now you’re spent, hugging your pillows close as you dry heave and your eyes flicker white like the damn exorcist. skin clapping picked up when eren feels those butterflies in his stomach, folding your forearms behind your arched back before drilling quicker. your hands shake wildly in his grasp, trying to push him back, too stimulated for another orgasm. but it all felt too good. you’ll never take any other dick but his. he’s your new treat.

“unh, you creamin’ on my shit,” he hisses, smacking your ass as his green eyes focuses on his dick dragging in and out of you, your cum smearing along his dick in a pretty white. “ooh, shit. i’m cumming. lemme cum inside you. i’ll get you a pill. kay baby?”

he doesn’t do it until you agree with streams of yes’s, eren grunting as he spills his cum into you, keeping your ass up to his abdomen as he humps against you, grinding as if he could go any deeper. he’s just in love with how good you grip his dick, visibly seeing it. fuck, you make him a mess. he can’t seem to move, and neither can you, panting above you before smoothing his hands over your backside, smacking your ass once more and gently kissing at your temple, telling you good shit before pulling out. you laugh at him, body flaccid as his heavy steps could be heard, distancing from you.

eren finds a fresh rag and wets it with warm water, coming back to you to clean you up, holding your face in his hands to wipe away your tear stained face, now feeling embarrassed that you got that out of control. eren kisses you once again.

“should’ve filmed that for reiner.”

visual. visual. visual.

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Please do jealous eren

JEALOUSY ─ Eren Jaeger.

001. jealousy can be a petty green monster, but it rises in Eren in the best possible way.

002. c/w: unprotected sex (mdni), overstimulation, creampie, rough sex, possessive eren, jealous eren, nipple play, cervix kissing, cursing, eren calls you "baby", slightly mean eren (but poor bby is just jealous), slight exhibitionism (your friends are in the next room lol)

003. w/c: 1.4k | thank you for requesting! I hope you enjoy it :)

“Stay on it,” Eren seethes, gritting his teeth as his hands settle on your hips. Guiding you, he groans deeply when you fully sink down on his hard cock again. The breath is knocked out of him when you begin rolling your hips, grinding his thick shaft deep inside your soaking cunt.

Not able to handle the sight of you taking him so well, Eren possessively pulls you down for a searing kiss; it is messy, simply a clash of teeth and lips as his tongue licks into your mouth, like he’s desperate for a taste of you. The softness of your lips makes his head spin, your fingers tangling with his dark strands to pull slightly when you slam down on his cock again.

“Gonna fuck my cum back inside of you,” Eren grunts, thrusting his hips up to meet yours. The high-pitched whine you let out is music to Eren’s ears, and pride swells in his chest at the sight of you already so fucked out. 

“Let’s see that asshole flirt with you then, huh? Let’s see him try to flirt with you when it’s my cum stuffed in your pussy,” Eren sneers, jealousy coating his words. Again, annoyance and irritation fill him at the reminder of some guy trying to flirt with you, and if you hadn’t recognized Eren’s fist balling and pulled him away to a bedroom, the party downstairs might have been cut short.

He feels so sensitive, already having cum inside you twice now. Eren doesn’t know what came over him, but the need to claim you as his filled his chest and hasn’t disappeared. Ignoring his overstimulation, the pleasure shoots down his cock, his green eyes catching onto where you’re connected. 

Another groan falls from his lips at the way your cunt glides over his angry shaft, swollen with arousal, and a mixture of your cum pooling near his heavy balls. The feeling of pushing his cum back inside of you is dizzying and has Eren’s head falling back onto the pillow, beads of sweat pricking at his forehead. 

The squelching that comes from your cunt is exhilarating, and Eren swears he can cum again from just the feeling of his cum soaking his shaft, dribbling from your tight cunt.

 Eren scrunches his brows, a choked growl ripped from his chest as you rock your hips along his aching length. You’re just so wet and tight he is entirely enamored with the way your walls cling to his shaft, sucking him in until his swollen, angry tip is pulled flush against your cervix. He can feel the dribbles of pre-cum emerging from his slit every time you press down on him, your pace fast and unrelenting as you ride him. 

“G-god, baby. Just like that -” Eren urges, his grip on your hips bruising as he kneads your soft skin. He’s obsessed with the way his cock curves inside of you, brushing against your swollen walls and causing delicious tingles of electricity to shoot through his groin. It’s like your cunt is suffocating him, and every time you grind your hips down, soft moans falling past your lips at the way his leaking head nudges against that spot inside of you, Eren thinks he might lose his mind. 

The room spins as Eren suddenly sits up, pressing his chest against your breasts. He moans at the way your pebbled nipples brush against his, pulling on the nape of your neck to slant his lips across yours. The feeling is intoxicating - you’re hips still grinding on his, taking in his throbbing cock with every movement, and your lips moving passionately against his own. 

“E-Eren -” you cry out when you break apart from the desperate kiss, Eren’s fingers tightening around your neck when you try to move. “They-they’re gonna hear us!” 

Your realization has Eren chuckling darkly - you were just so cute. Didn’t you realize that was the entire point?

“No shit?” he grins mischievously, green eyes latched onto your bouncing tits. Leaning down, Eren moans when he wraps his lips around your nipple, pulling it into his mouth and nibbling slightly when you bounce on him particularly hard. The stimulation has you moaning and clamping down on his cock, and Eren continues fucking up into you desperately at the feeling. 

Rutting his length through your soaking folds, Eren tightens his grip on your hips. 

“Y’feel so fucking good, baby. Gotta let everyone know who you belong to,” Eren grunts, his lips mouthing over the swell of your breast as the familiar coil of desire tightens inside him. 

You catch onto the jealousy tinging his tone, and a sudden smugness fills you at the thought. 

Eren is jealous.

“Oh?” you begin, rolling your hips in such a way that has Eren hissing. He stretches you out even more when you rock loose circles over him, your cunt sucking in his cock over and over. Your fingertips graze his toned chest, and Eren’s head falls to the crook of your neck as you tug at one of his nipples. 

“You don’t like the idea of that guy flirting with me? You don’t like it when other people think about fucking me?” you egg him on, leaning down so that your lips teasingly brush against his lips. You smirk as Eren’s eyes turn dark, a possessive tint gleaming in them. 

However, a harsh thrust has you gasping, your eyes rolling to the back of your head as Eren’s fingers begin circling your clit. All you can do is clutch onto him as his calloused thumb catches against your hot nub, pounding into you at a relentless pain. 

“Keep talking and we’ll both find out what that mouth can do,” Eren warns, voice thick with tension and a desire to fuck you full of his cum. He presses inside of you deeply, pushing past the slight resistance of your walls until you’re pressed fully against him. You both gasp and moan at the feeling of him so deep inside of you, falling into each other’s touch as deep, shuddering pants fall past your lips. 

“W-we both know what my mouth can do, baby,” you retort, voice teasing as you push Eren further. 

You know you’re playing a dangerous game. However, perhaps the sight of Eren all pissed off and jealous gets you off.

Maybe just as much as fucking you until everyone knows that you’re Eren’s gets him off.

Finally fed up with your attitude, Eren suddenly sits up, spinning you around until your face is pressed against the pillows, and your hips are up in the air. When he pushes inside of you again, the angle causes him to press inside of you so much deeper than before. 

The pleasure continues to build inside Eren as he fucks you roughly, your loud moans bolstering his ego as his cock pounds inside you. He licks his lips, feeling overwhelmed with lust at the sight of his cock burying inside your leaking cunt repeatedly. He will easily admit how addicted he is to your pussy - totally enamored and pussywhipped at the way your cunt sucks him in. 

“I think this position will keep all my cum inside you, don’t you think, baby?” Eren questions, leaning over your back to press his chest against your body. His strong arm circles your stomach, trailing teasing touches down to your clit. The way you moan and jerk back onto his cock has Eren giving in, pressing languid circles to your most sensitive spot. 

“Answer me, baby,” Eren warns, displeased when you give him no response. 

“Ah! Y-yes, Eren. Please, give me more!” you cry out, not even caring that your small group of friends were just beyond the wall. 

Again, a groan is ripped from his chest at your lewd words, rushing straight to his cock as it bumps inside you. All Eren can do is pull your hips back on his swollen shaft, adoring the way your walls crush him in the most delicious way. 

You were addicting, making Eren a willing addict. 

He pumps his cock inside of you in sloppy thrusts, obsessed with how your cunt milks him every time he pulls out. Pulling out almost fully, Eren groans when just the tip is stretching you out, pushing back in slowly to relish in the way you clench down on him. He’s gasping for air now, feeling suffocated with pleasure as you whine for him, feebly trying to fuck back onto his aching length.

Eren’s breathing is shallow and sexy as it fans across the nape of your neck, and you gasp when you feel his tongue tracing your skin. 

“You belonged to me before I even made you mine, baby.”

aot men + somnophilia; 

definition; the urge or desire to have a sexual encounter with someone who’s asleep.

featuring; eren, armin, jean, erwin, levi, zeke, reiner

warnings; noncon/dubcon (all of these are written in the idea of being in a consensual relationship. some are darker than others, some are ideas the couple has had. look after yourselves when consuming content <3)

18+, minors dni. reblogs appreciated! 

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sweet dreams,

kinktober day one.

summary: by squirming and unconsciously grinding your ass against his hips in your sleep, armin can’t help but release the tension he has accumulated for hours in a way you weren’t quite expecting.

content warnings: dark content, somnophilia, dub con, unprotected sex, stomach bulge, degradation and dirty talk, use of pet names, slight praising, creampie, cockwarming.

word count: 1.5k

Armin can’t sleep. Of course he can’t, with the way you squirm right beside him, cute ass bumping into his hard cock ever so often. It’s not like he didn’t try — Slowly shifting his position so he’d be less close to you. But as soon as the warmth of his body was nowhere to be felt, you’d start whimpering in your damn sleep like a stray puppy. So here he was all over again, suffering in silence, occasionally letting a grunt out here and there when he couldn’t hold back anymore.

He knows his hand will never be enough. His cock his so hard, balls painfully swollen… All because of you. It’s just like you’re doing this on purpose. But then, it hit him — The words you told him weeks ago. How it would be perfectly fine to you if he ever wanted to fuck you awake… In the middle of the night, or in the early morning. Words that definitely didn’t fall on deaf ears that day, now echoing in his mind as waves of relief wash over him.

Carefully, in the darkness, he wraps one arm around your waist, making sure to not wake you up in the process. He doesn’t want you to open your eyes until he sheathes himself inside you in one deep thrust, and this is the reason why he’s so meticulous with the way he frees his cock from its confine, gently pushing your panties to the side. Instantly met with the warmth and wetness of your pussy, Armin sighs, eyes rolling at the back of his head as he rubs the leaking tip of his cock against your slick folds.

Already so wet just for him? You sure planned this, there is no other way. His grip around your waist tightens, nose buried in the crook of your neck — He can feel your pulse, how stable it is. Your low breaths a heavy hint of your sleepy state. It’s only when he made sure his cock was coated in a nice sheen of slick that Armin pushed his hips forward in one swift motion, the latter crashing against your ass as he bottoms out.

There’s a gasp from you and a desperate grunt from him, eyes fluttering open and mouth hanging low. It’s such an unfamiliar sensation — Brain unable to process the informations fully, body struggling to find its way to awakening. But you can feel him in your throat, stealing the air off your burning lungs, hand pressing down the bulge on your stomach.

“Armin— what are you doing…” you sob, already overwhelmed and drowning in a sea of pleasure. Your question is silly, and you both know it: But it pulls the softest chuckle off his lips, teeth nibbling at your earlobe and fingers squeezing the flesh of your thigh.

“Don’t you know you’ve been a little whore for hours? Begging to be fucked even in your sleep, dreaming of my cock. You should thank me, I’m only here to give you everything you want, princess.” He whispers into your ear, lifting your leg up and locking it in place by keeping it in place with the fold of his elbow.

Blood rises up your face, fingers gripping the side of your pillow as Armin starts rocking his hips against yours. It’s no slow or tender, rather rough and desperate as his balls slap your ass with each thrust, spearing you on his cock over and over again until all you can do is babble and arch your back into him. Those little sounds you make are music to his ears, encouraging him to go even harder on you as you struggle to follow the rhythm he set.

“You’re gonna cum all over daddy’s cock, right?” he muses, tip of this tongue trailing down your shoulderblade. “That’s what you owe me.” Punctuating each word with a thrust, you feel the knot in your stomach tightening dangerously fast. The burning touch of his hand heading south, nails slightly scratching your flesh in the process until his fingers finally reach their destination — Your swollen clit that wants nothing be to be taken care of.

You don’t even know if it’s just because of him, or because your body refuses to be fully awake, yet you still nod, holding onto his right forearm for dear life. And when his slender fingers start rubbing your sensitive bud, head of his cock bumping into that special spot inside you, it’s when you come to the realization that you’re absolutely done for.

He can feel it too — From the way your body tremble against him, pussy fluttering around his length and moans growing more and more high pitched, he knows it’s only a matter of seconds before you tip off the edge. One more thrust, deep and calculated, and your mind goes blank. Glossy eyes and swollen lips, a single tear rolls down your cheek as you finally reach your high.

A strong and powerful orgasm that has your eyes fluttering shut, head lazily falling back and hips bucking against his hand. It’s a blinding pleasure, earthquake in the pit of your stomach and firework in your mind. Suddenly, all you remember is his name, strangled moans falling past your lips until your voice breaks for good.

And Armin would have killed to see a glimpse of your fucked out face in this exact moment. He would have done anything just to see that glassy veil on your eyes, the slight scrunch of your nose and the glistening beads of sweat messily coating a few strands of hair to your forehead. So he listens instead, and he feels too. He listens to your soft whimpers and heavy breathing, he feels the goosebumps running all over your skin.

“So good for me baby, so so good,” Armin hisses, struggling to fuck you with the way your walls are constricting his cock oh so painfully. But it’s the right kind of pain, one that has his growing pupils blown wide and hips stuttering. Pelvis flush against your ass and cock buried deep, he releases his load inside you in a few spurts of his hot cum, moan of both pleasure and relief falling past his pretty lips. It’s so much it’s already dripping down your inner thighs, cunt hopelessly pushing it outside as he fucks it back into you mercilessly.

And you feel so full. So full it has your head growing hazy and your body tensing. It pulls one last whimper out of your dry throat, thighs desperately trying to close to put an end to the overstimulation he has you going through.

With his arms wrapped around your waist, Armin peppers gentle kisses all over your shoulder, sometimes reaching for your neck and the side of your jawline. He waits for you to calm down, to fully come back to him as his hands caress your tummy in comforting slow circles.

“Can we… Stay like this for a bit,” you whisper, eyes already close and cheek buried in the soft fabric of your pillow. “Stay inside me, please.”

It took him off guard, raising a brow and opening his mouth only for a silent sound to come off it. But who is he to say no to his one and only princess after all, right? And if it can help you to stay still… He doesn’t have any choice but to give it to you.

“Of course. Try to sleep a bit, alright?” With one last kiss on your cheek, Armin pulls you impossibly closer to him, satisfaction flooding his mind only when your back is flush against his chest all over again. With his cock nestled in your warmth and your body against his, ghost of a smile stretches the corner of his lips as he closes his eyes, finally ready to sleep.

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⚠️ Warning: AFAB/ female reader, establish relationship (Getou x reader), threesome, double penetration, fellatio/ cunnilingus, anal (m + f), SatoSugu moments (very fruity), Gojo is a whiny bottom

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