#aot x black reader

[shawtuzi]

[inspo vid]

imagine plug!eren getting your lipstick print tatted on his neck so now anytime yall fuck ur lips immediately latch onto it :(( it’s on the most sensitive part of his neck mind you (the spot just below his ear) so whenever you do it my baby can’t help the shivers that run up his back :(((

“y-you’re g’nna make me nut all in this fuckin’ pussy,” eren slurred in your ear, his tongue lolling out to lick over the shell of it. you were riding him like your life depended on it, the way your ass clapped against his thighs sounded boarder line painful with how hard you were riding him. eren whimpered—yes whimpered, when your teeth grazed the ink on his neck. his eyes rolled back when you started to suck, not too hard to hurt, but just enough to have him start bucking his hips up to meet your bounces. “do it ren, cum in me,” you peppered his neck with sloppy kisses, giggling when he wriggled beneath you. eren planted his feet into floor and wrapped his arms tightly around your waist, his nails dug into your side as he fucked you, desperately trying to reach his release. “ah ah s-shit, fuck y/n” eren’s tatted hands cupped your ass roughly as he came, his hands slowly moved your ass up and down as he milked his orgasm as much as possible. he hissed when you ran your tongue over his tattoo again, his sweaty forehead falling against your shoulder.

[kenziiie]

sub!fratboy!eren

you never liked frat boys.

too loud, too cocky, too drunk off cheap beer and inflated egos. you avoided them on principle—headphones in, hoodie up, eyes forward. quiet, invisible. you weren’t the kind of girl they noticed anyway.

until eren jaeger.

he noticed everything.

first time you met, he slid onto the couch next to you at a party and said, “yo, this your first one?”

you didn’t answer.

he grinned. “cool. me neither.”

liar.

everyone knew eren. lacrosse star. poster boy of sigma kappa whatever. half the campus either wanted to be him or be under him.

you were neither.

so you turned away.

he chased you anyway.

⸻

you saw him everywhere after that. walking past your dorm. showing up in your psych class. standing outside the café with two coffees and a crooked smile.

“in case you like it black,” he’d said.

you took it.

didn’t say thank you.

but you drank it.

and when he bumped your shoulder in the hallway and mumbled “my bad,” you didn’t glare.

when he walked you home one night in the rain and handed you his hoodie without asking, you kept it.

when he called you pretty, eyes soft, voice low—you almost believed him.

almost.

⸻

until you heard him.

you’d gone back to the frat house looking for your roommate’s keys. turned the corner by the kitchen and froze.

eren. laughing with connie and jean. red cup in hand.

“yo,” connie said. “quiet girl still playing hard to get?”

eren scoffed. “please. i’ll have her by friday.”

your stomach dropped.

“wasn’t that the bet?” jean added. “you said two weeks.”

“one and a half,” eren smirked. “she’s already cracking.”

jean laughed. “cold.”

“whatever,” eren said. “it’s not that deep.”

you left before they saw you.

left the hoodie in the trash.

⸻

he noticed the next day.

you didn’t look at him. didn’t answer his texts. didn’t touch the coffee he brought to class. when he tried to sit next to you, you got up and left.

he texted again: u good?

you replied once: just a bet, right?

then blocked his number.

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he tried everything after that.

waited outside your dorm. showed up to your shift at the library. dm’d your roommate. begged her to get you to talk to him.

he looked wrecked.

red eyes. sunken cheeks. no backwards hat, no girls clinging to his arm. just eren. desperate.

you ignored him.

for weeks.

⸻

until one night, your phone buzzed.

please. just one night. i need to explain. i’ll leave after.

you paused.

then typed: come over.

⸻

he stood in your doorway like a kicked dog. no smug smirk. no swagger. just soft eyes and cracked lips.

“i fucked up,” he said.

you crossed your arms.

“it was supposed to be a joke,” he continued. “jean bet me i couldn’t get your number. that was it. but then—fuck, then i started liking you.”

you stared.

“and i didn’t know how to tell you,” he said. “so i acted like a dick. and you heard the worst of it. and i’m sorry.”

you said nothing.

he stepped forward, slower this time.

“can i show you how sorry?”

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you pulled him inside by the shirt.

pushed him to his knees.

“you want forgiveness?” you asked.

he nodded.

“then beg.”

“please,” he whispered. “please let me make it up to you.”

you didn’t speak. just unzipped your pants, slid them down slow, and stood over him.

“mouth.”

he obeyed.

tongue warm, eager, desperate. he licked like it hurt to stop, like your taste was the only thing he’d eaten in days. you buried your fingers in his hair and rolled your hips against his face, moaning low.

he whined when you pulled away.

“strip,” you ordered.

he did. slowly. flushed and hard, cock already leaking.

you climbed onto the bed and crooked your finger. “you get to cum once,” you said. “you’d better make it count.”

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he didn’t.

you rode him until his back arched, thighs trembling under you. he begged for permission, voice wrecked.

“please, fuck—please, can i—”

“no,” you whispered.

he whimpered when you pulled off.

you kissed his throat, his chest, slid back down and wrapped your lips around the head of his cock. he gasped, legs kicking, whole body jerking under your touch.

you swallowed him halfway, then stopped.

“still think it’s not that deep?”

“n-no,” he breathed.

you sucked harder.

⸻

you made him cum three times that night.

once in your mouth. once between your thighs. once bent over the side of the bed, his face buried in the pillow, voice raw from moaning your name.

he came inside every time.

⸻

the next morning, he was still there.

curled up on the floor, arms around your hoodie, sleep-wrecked and soft.

you nudged him with your foot.

“you want breakfast?”

he blinked up at you.

“can i have kisses first?”

you rolled your eyes—but leaned down anyway.

⸻

after that, he was yours.

not in the fratboy way. not in the look-who-i-pulled way.

he was yours like a secret. soft. submissive. obedient.

you snapped your fingers—he dropped to his knees.

you looked at him—he blushed.

you touched him—he fell apart.

he still wore the backwards hat sometimes, still went to parties, but everyone knew.

he didn’t flirt anymore.

he waited at your door, hands behind his back, ready to serve.

you let him.

over and over.

⸻

and whenever he fucked up—even a little—you reminded him who he belonged to.

one night, he joked about your sass in front of his friends.

you didn’t say anything then.

but when you got him home?

you made him sit on his knees while you used his mouth for hours. when he begged to touch you, you shook your head.

“frat boys don’t get privileges,” you whispered, riding his face.

he cried when he came untouched.

⸻

he never joked again.

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here’s the next part, all lowercase and keeping the same intensity.

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it was one of those nights. the ones that made eren question his sanity.

the frat house was loud. laughter echoed through the halls, bodies pressing up against each other, the usual drunken chaos that followed every weekend. eren, though, was nowhere near the party. he’d been there for a bit, but the moment he caught sight of jean and connie laughing, he slipped away. they didn’t know what he’d been doing in private—didn’t know about the humiliation, the pleasure, the way you had him bending to your will, making him beg, making him grovel.

he couldn’t take it anymore. he needed you.

he texted you, begging to come over.

please. just a few minutes. i need you.

you didn’t reply immediately, but eren was too far gone. he needed you, even if you weren’t around to remind him who was in control. he slipped into a bedroom upstairs, locking the door behind him. he knew his friends wouldn’t knock—they were too drunk to even care.

but that didn’t stop him from pulling off his hoodie, his jeans, stripping down to his boxers and pacing. his skin was on fire, his cock painfully hard, the memory of your touch driving him insane. the way you had your fingers wrapped around him, the way you ordered him around—god, he was fucking addicted to it.

eren sat on the bed, trembling, head spinning. he needed more of you. needed to feel you in ways that made him forget his own name.

he couldn’t wait any longer.

he slid his hand down, gripping himself roughly. his cock throbbed, aching for release. the memories of you—your body, your voice, the way you commanded him—flooded his mind. his breath hitched as he closed his eyes and imagined you on top of him, riding him, making him lose himself again and again.

and then, it happened.

“y/n…” he gasped, his voice breaking as he tugged at his cock. “fuck… y/n…”

he didn’t hear the footsteps at first. didn’t hear the door creak open.

but jean did.

he froze, and so did his friends. they stood at the door, wide-eyed, half-drunk, and in complete shock.

eren’s face turned scarlet. he hadn’t even realized they’d snuck in, their laughing voices muffled by the door. but now they were there—his two best friends, witnessing his complete loss of control.

“you’re… moaning her name?” connie blinked, shocked. “what the fuck, man?”

jean’s eyes widened. “i— yo… you’re that fucked up over her?”

eren scrambled to cover himself, his heart racing, but the damage was done. he’d been caught, and there was no taking it back now.

“w-wait,” he stammered, trying to put on some semblance of his usual cocky confidence. “this isn’t—”

“you’re jerking off to her,” jean interrupted, crossing his arms and narrowing his eyes. “what the hell? i thought you said it was just a bet, man.”

eren could feel his pulse pounding in his ears. his entire body was on fire, and he hated himself for feeling this exposed. the fact that he was here, in front of his closest friends, jerking off to you—begging for you like a fucking dog—sent his mind into a panic.

“i… i didn’t— i—” eren’s words tumbled over themselves. he couldn’t even form a coherent thought. all he could think about was you, the way you’d made him feel owned—controlled. he couldn’t fucking stop himself.

connie raised an eyebrow. “damn, man… this some serious shit. you’re really letting her control you like that?”

“shut the fuck up,” eren muttered, mortified, trying to cover up, but jean stepped closer, a shit-eating grin spreading across his face.

“i didn’t know you had it in you, man,” jean said, laughing. “but, shit, guess you really do like being her little bitch, huh?”

eren wanted to sink into the floor and die.

“fuck off,” he growled, but there was no bite to it. he was too humiliated to be angry.

“nah, nah, we’re gonna talk about this,” jean said. “we’re gonna talk about how you just got off to her name. how you’re really that whipped for her. tell me you didn’t just fuckin’ lose it like that…”

eren was speechless. they were right. it wasn’t just some joke anymore. it wasn’t just some bet.

he was fucked.

“god, you really are a mess,” connie said, shaking his head. “i thought you were all ‘yeah, i got this in the bag’ but you’re out here moaning her name while you jack off.”

“shut up,” eren muttered, trying to find his composure, but it wasn’t working. it was too late. the shame was already crushing him.

and then jean, the bastard, leaned in closer, his voice low. “tell me, man… does she make you do shit like this every time? is this what she’s got you doing? tell me you get off on her bossing you around.”

eren froze.

he wasn’t ready to admit it out loud, but jean could see it in his eyes.

he nodded, just a little, but jean caught it.

“goddamn,” jean said. “looks like we got a real bitch on our hands. you’re her bitch, aren’t you?”

eren wanted to scream, but all he could do was look away, too ashamed to say anything.

“fucking hell, eren,” connie said, still shocked but chuckling. “you really let her do that to you, huh? you really let her turn you into this? a little plaything?”

he couldn’t answer. couldn’t even move.

he wasn’t the cocky frat guy anymore. no, now he was just a kid who had gotten in way too deep. too far gone to stop.

but they didn’t care. they were just watching him crumble.

“you don’t need to hide it, man,” jean said with a grin. “we get it. y/n’s got you wrapped around her finger, huh?”

eren was trapped now. in front of his best friends, in front of everyone, the truth was out.

and he hated it.

[sherewrytes]

Beggars can't be choosers

Ony didn’t just give in—he snapped. The second those words left her lips, “Baby, please…”, everything inside him shattered into instinct.

He didn’t even answer. He devoured her.

Pulled her legs apart like it was muscle memory, like her body was his blueprint. He kissed her like he was punishing her mouth for speaking in riddles, like he needed to remind her who she belonged to. His hands roamed with desperation, clutching her thighs, sliding under her shirt to grip her waist, his fingers leaving ghost trails of fire.

When he finally pulled her panties to the side and dropped to his knees, he didn’t start slow.

No teasing. No warning.

He buried his face like a man starved—licking, sucking, groaning like her taste was his favorite sin. He made messy, sloppy love to her with his tongue. Gripped the back of her thighs and locked her down, refusing to let her move as she cried out, arching, gasping his name.

“Stay still,” he growled against her, voice raw, “Let me eat what’s mine.”

And when her legs shook too much, he spanked her inner thigh—light but firm—just enough to make her jolt and moan louder. Her hands were in his curls, yanking, and all it did was make him groan harder against her heat.

She came hard, legs trembling, chest rising fast—and he didn’t even give her time to catch her breath.

“I’m not done,” he whispered against her lips, his mouth slick with her. “You begged, baby. You asked for this.”

He flipped her onto her stomach, gripped her hips, and entered her in one long, deep thrust—deliberately slow, so she could feel every thick inch stretch her out. She gasped into the pillows and he grabbed her wrists, pinning them behind her back, leaning over to whisper in her ear:

“You turn me down... then beg like that?” he hissed. “You drive me insane, YN. I’d burn the world down for this.”

He didn’t just move inside her—he took her. Deep, rough, relentless strokes. Controlled, intentional. Every thrust hit her soul.

And when she started whimpering, “I can’t… I’m gonna—” he wrapped his hand gently around her throat, just enough pressure, and said:

“You will.” “You’re gonna come on this d**k for me. Right now. I don’t care if you cry—give it to me.”

She did. Loud. Shaking. Destroyed.

And even then—he wasn’t done.

“One more,” he said darkly. “I’m not stopping until you forget why you told me no.”

[blond3ang3l]

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Previous part

Eren breaking you and your bf up

"He needs to mind his business." Those words made his blood absolutely boil when he saw what your boyfriend texted you. He didn't mean to go through your text messages but when he saw your boyfriend texted you while he was using your phone he went to tell you. When he saw what your man said though is when he knew that he needed that nigga to get going somewhere. Not only that but his mind was so stuck on what happened the last time he had watched you and your boyfriend through the little plushie. You cried out his name, not your boyfriend's, his. You loved him and he needed to get rid of the last obstacle to get you all to himself.

Your boyfriend already wasn't great compared to Rennie. He spoiled you so much, giving you whatever your heart could desire. Your needs were always met with him to the point that you didn't even have to ask your boyfriend for anything because Rennie knew before you even told him sometimes just based on how you talked about things or looked at them. Your boyfriend was just...okay compared to him. Nothing really bad but nothing special. Just boring.

Your boyfriend had gone quiet on you the past couple days making you obviously upset. Your friends had taken notice and tried to talk to you but you pushed it off as nothing to them. Truthfully you didn't want to tell them about the really big fight you and your partner had about his jealousy issues. Lately he had been just acting so weird. He had started complaining about everything you did. About your clothes being "too dressy", or you were "putting too much effort" in your hair. Enough was enough when you woke up to him literally throwing shit around while going through your phone. He hadn't found anything that made you look bad but simply some pictures you had took.

You had no idea what the cause of the weird behavior was.

Eren didn't though. He was the one behind your boyfriends paranoia. Making fake accounts to text your boyfriend about how lucky he was to have you. Using them to comment under your photos, leaving heart eyes, anything to absolutely fuck with his mind. He was trying that man absolutely fucking crazy, and the more annoying he got the more you would push him away and fall into Eren for reassurance. And damn did his plan work when you called him three in the morning in years of how exhausted you were with your boyfriend and hated him so much. He felt horrible at just how much he was enjoying just how upset you are.

"Please Ren, I just can't with him anymore. He just fucking pushed down my desk and it broke everything on there. My mirror, jewelry, everything just destroyed. I have to replace all of it now." It was almost hard for him to understand you because of how hard you were crying from frustration. Eren was the slightest bit shocked. He deemed the guy as a man baby, but breaking your shit? "I'm on my way okay? Just unlock your door. Don't worry about your vanity we can go out tomorrow and look for stuff to replace it. I'll be there soon." When he heard a small "okay" on your end it only made him smile while he got his shoes on. The plan got a little rocky sure , but now you needed him more than ever and he would happily oblige.

@merakidoll

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[swytdoll]

ever since you'd gotten your back tatted, eren always insisted you two do doggy-style. it started off as a joke, but you soon realized how much he enjoyed it. he loved watching your muscles flex with each thrust, and seeing your ink in all its glory. you knew his reasoning behind it, but you couldn't lie, you loved the way he fucked you numb from behind. the way his own tatted hands roamed over your back, tracing the lines of your tattoo, sent shivers down your spine. each touch always felt electrifying, a mix of pleasure and a reminder of the art that adorned your skin. his intense gaze, filled with admiration and desire, making every moment feel even more intimate and raw.

and now here you were, flushed face planted into the sheets, ass raised up in the air. eren had just finished prepping you, and his cock was now pushing into your hole. the first few inches were always a stretch, but after that the pleasure began to take over. eren is fucking huge, so girthy and thick, you don't know how you ever managed to take him at first. but now, you were taking his length like a champ after size training.

“fuck you look so good,” he’s grunting animalistic as he rolls into your soppy velvety walls, the squeeze making his head spin. tears threaten to spill as his hands tighten on your hips, his fingers digging into your doughy flesh, leaving temporary imprints. his thrusts slow and deliberate, each one hitting your cervix sweetly.

“oh my god you’re so fuckin’ wet.” the sight of you glossing him so prettily makes his head lull back in ecstasy. “all f-for you pa.” you’re full on panting, gripping the silk sheets for solace as he stabs into you. “want you to fill me up, make me a m-mommy.” he loves when you talk to him like this. and it’s evident that it spurs him on, his thrust almost painful now as he chases his high. it’s almost pathetic when he cums before you, whining, shaking, pace sloppy.

it’s amusing hearing the six-foot inked man fall apart above you. “fuck—m’sorry,” he whines, spurting his load inside of you until it seeps out. “so sorryyy,” he slurs, still recovering from the toe-curling orgasm. “i-it’s—“ you don’t have time to finish your sentence before he’s propping your ass back up.

“s-shut up, let me take care of you.”

[monstas1ut]

Rivals For The Pussy

EREN YEAGER x black!reader x JEAN KIRSTEIN

Summary

__Black!reader is a pretty little self made pornstar. To gather more money for her obnoxiously pink room, she gives the opportunity for two men to come fuck her like she’s a little ragdoll.. but what happens when the two men know each other? And not in great light…

Content

__black!reader, female!reader, Jean is an eater, they talk shit about each other while fucking you, anal, creampies, choking, praise, double penetration, oral(sucking dick), one kiss from Eren :) Jean eats your pussy and ass, squirting ofc, hair pulling, dirty talk

___brown skin can be dark, light, medium color.. whatever. brown is brown.. and it's gorgeous

A/n

Please send ideas!

Lightning passed right before your very eyes. That white, crispy line of fire intimidating you. It erupted a Innocent laughter from you, worry all throughout as you tilted your head.

“You two must know each other?” You worriedly spoke, hoping you didn’t spark some sort of issue. How were you supposed to know if these two had anything to do with each other? With the way they were just glaring at each other's deep souls, there was surely intentional friction. But, you had hoped this would pass.

Sure, the two men were staring each other down but you couldn’t help but notice their sexy attributes. Standing in your brightly pink, frilly room were two tall hunks of meat.

It was about two days ago, you could see that your room was becoming a bit boring for you. How funny that was, considering the room had pink lighting, pink carpet, pink bedding and everything else was a shade of pink. Someone threw up pink in your room, and yet you deemed it not good enough. You needed more things, more plushies to be in the background of your naughty videos… More things to dirty up, more things to use while creaming to your heart's content.

With that, you gave a simple but effective solution to your problem. Your fans were rowdy, they begged to have a chance to show you their talents.. how fast they could make you cum, how fast they could get you to give up that pretty little asshole. But, you needed money. So, a bid was practically put on your body. Maybe it was a bit raunchy, but you simply didn’t care enough… as long as they had the money. And all men were easily manipulated with your banging body, so you gained money alright.

40k and 50k

The second you even woke up and saw such money, life as you knew it changed. What crazy things pussy could make a man do. However, the most fortunate thing was seeing that these two men were drop dead gorgeous… even more so in front of you.

“Imma put a bullet in your head the second this is over with..” Eren, that was his name. His eyes were such a pretty color, it sparked adventure and dreams but also dares. He stood at around 6’0 and had dark brown, chocolate colored hair that was halfway pulled back while the rest of his strands fell on his shoulders. As of right now, his face was heavily agitated. His big veiny hands were stuffed deep in the pockets of his grey, soft sweatpants that were untied and revealing just a slight v line on his fair skin. And as your precious eyes trailed up, you could watch how his black tank caressed his core muscles and laid against his bulky wide shoulders.

You could only swallow, fantasies planted deep into your mind as his icy chain jolted when he spoke eagerly. Or when his sharp jaw tensed up.

“Don’t scare her. You damn sure can’t scare me but you’ll scare the pretty lady.. and she’s the one that invited us here dumbass..” Jean, his name was a bit weird off the tongue, however you wouldn’t mind screaming it. He had a sexy goatee, and his lips were inviting. His smirk was more on the teasing side, his seductive eyes even glancing towards you. That’s before he reached out towards you. This man’s arm was veiny, they were so prominent. All you could do was stand there, staring pathetically at his face. He had lighter brown hair, like a tiramisu color and it was a little on the messier side, but it fit him nicely. Just like his shirt, as his shirt was black, more compression type and he also wore sweatpants. However, his pants were white just like his teeth, and his teeth shined just like his diamond earring.

It all caught you in a world wind, especially when you were pulled in front of Jean. The back of your body was firmly pressed against him, a little yelp exiting. You had to realize that Jean was just a tad bit taller at 6’2, but at the same time, Eren’s attitude was heavy.

“Ain’t that right, doll.. tell him to just let it all go.. before I have my hand at fucking you first.” Jean was speaking, and you could feel the deep dark rumble from his chest as he did. Your face was crumbling up in a worried manner, but it was exciting. Were these two gang members? You could only think so… but that was the least of your worries. You were just hoping that wasn’t a gun shoved in Eren’s pants.

Eren looked as if he could snarl like a dog, but his eyes weakened when looking at you. He’s the one that put 50k on what’s in front of him. He put money down on you. Honestly, he figured it was a good investment.. his cock needed to be drained and what was wrong with draining it inside of you?

The two men knew what they were getting into, they both indulged in your videos.. practically knew each video by heart. What timestamp you'd cum, what timestamp you’d spray the screen with your juices. Maybe it was an addiction, but they didn’t want to call it that. How could anyone not be entranced with you? Your pretty, fluffy, little lashes with your glossy lips. Maybe it was your body that squeezed into that tiny little pink two piece. The top had a cute bunny on it with thin straps, it was a cute bralette. That, along with the tiny little shorts that slightly dug in your thighs.. gifting them that plump look.

Pink really did suit your brown skin, they could both agree with that.

“The camera’s been rollin’ for a minute now… I just wanted you two ta’ meet but I guess that’s out the window…” you mumbled, the air a tad bit lighter than it was before, but that’s because you were just pleading Eren with your sweet eyes. “Let’s just have a good time…?” It was the fact that you didn’t even know these men that well, and here you were trying to make them act right together. “Either that or I’m not letting you two fuck me at all..” might’ve been a bit naughty to say, but the way their eyes darted to you was like a bird seeing its prey.

That was all you had to mutter, they figured it might be beneficial for them to speak nothing of the outside while here. Besides, after your shorter form decided to press your knees down into the floorboards, all their thoughts were wiped. There was the occasional glare or two, but the heat of their internal battles were insignificant as your sparkly lips would suck on one plump tip to the other.

You felt like a cute, cheap whore.

Your nails were medium long, pretty little charms on each nail. Eren’s cock had the pleasure of having hello kitty charms wrapped around his cock while Jean had the luck of having Strawberry shortcake. Truly you were cute, the two could admit that without problem. Watching you destroy your own throat to pleasure them was the best thing your fan’s have seen yet.

Saliva was dripping down your chin as your eyes rolled back unwillingly, only slightly choking on Eren’s long, curved cock. It was so pretty and thick, his tip was a bit on the darker side, but pink. It was kissing the back of your throat as your lips grazed the two thick veins that warned you of the danger ahead.

“Shit-…” Eren couldn’t believe the shiver that ran through him, his eyes not leaving your face for a second. That’s until his anger was deep within as he watched your other hand jerking Jean’s cock off. So, he ended up glaring Jean’s way.. but they were both so pink in the face that nothing could come of it. That especially was true when you slowly reached your lips to touch his pelvis. A significant bulge was seen in your throat only for a second before pulling away and spitting on his cock. A little shaky breath left your lips as you began to move your hand back and forth and back and forth… Eren’s lower stomach tightened. He couldn’t believe this sight.

His precum mixed with your drool was dripping from your lips and chin, right down to that pretty cleavage of yours. That’s the problem though, the second you turned your head to Jean, Eren’s strong hand went down to your chest. His hands were rough, but his touch was gentle as he lifted the tiny fabric up off of your breasts. Your precious nipples looked even more amazing in person.

“Swirl around my tip baby, please..” Jean was obviously more relaxed than Eren, due to his teasing personality. He hasn’t thought of the rivalry once after you got down on your knees. And considering your now slightly glossy lips were around his dick, he couldn’t think about much. That pink tongue of yours slowly swirled around in your mouth, abusing his tip which was a light pink. Jean’s cock was more on the thin side but was absolutely long. A part of you was quite happy that he was more sensitive on his tip.

Slurping up the precum that came from him, you just made a soft moan. Jean felt the vibrations rip through, and it made him buckle. It felt so good that he had to grip at your hair. Jean nor Eren were virgins, but neither had such a bad lil thing on their cocks before. They couldn’t believe how horny they were, how eager they were to get their hands on you. They felt like demons. They wanted to rush their cocks into you so badly. So much, that Jean’s grip on your hair became tighter.. and his cock slipped out of your mouth with a soft pop.

The silence was loud, but the lust was like a drug. Eren and Jean’s rivalry peaked at this moment. Their eyes just piercing the others. And you thought they were going to fight again, but the second you opened your mouth to say something, Eren’s cock slipped into your wet mouth. It made you choke, but he slipped out.

“Keep that mouth open for us… we’ll play nice with each other for now..” It began to be clear which man was talking.. and that deep, rough voice was from Eren. “Yeah, just let us use that pretty mouth a little bit..” that was Jean, his slight mocking tone, deep and rustic. They were oh so different, but what they had in common was using you. Their cocks both plunging deep into your throat one by one. First Eren would slip in with that hook of his, then remove it. Then Jean would slip his pole in, and it continued on.

Your pussy began to throb, leaking right through that tiny fabric as your hands moved to their thighs. You began to squeeze at them, being still. They were so close together, their hips moving back and forth as they guided their cocks in your throat without a second thought. Eren enjoyed the way your eyes teared up, the glossy wall fading once you blinked, causing the tears to fall.

“Taking it so well..” Eren whispered, the melodic sounds of your choking just wrapped around his heart. “Don’t grip her hair too fuckin much…” Eren grumbled to the other male that had you choking as well. Jean only huffed, Eren was right.. he kind of got deep into the pleasure. He softly let go of your hair, thinking Eren was being honest. However, Eren just simply wanted you to himself. He moved a bit and grabbed your hair probably even more tighter than Jean had it. It made your pussy quiver, the aggression making you eager for what’s to come.

“Now… How about-…” Eren began as he gripped his cock and slapped it nicely on your tongue. “-you take this dick in your throat again..” he hissed, only giving out such a deep moan from your lips being wrapped around his cock again. He was throbbing so bad, but he could still look Jean in the eye. It was getting a bit hot in here, the two males were breathing a bit harder than they were a few seconds ago. Jean decided it would be best to remove that shirt of his, his muscles touching the air as you were just hoping to get a glance.. but your mouth was filled with the salty taste of Eren’s cock.

“Always gotta hog… that’s alright though.” Jean shot right back, only getting shorter. You could see in the corner of your eye that he was getting lower and lower and he just disappeared.

“Imma eater…” that’s all you heard before your pathetic demise. The fans watching were absolutely delighted. Just to watch two men who were in the spots that they wanted to be in.. it angered them but they needed to see more. They wanted to watch more. And the tension that arose was from Jean completely tearing through those pink shorts. That thick, brown pussy right above him as he slipped right below you.

His goatee didn’t grow from just anything..

God you wanted to look down so bad at his chiseled face, but you had to remember the most jealous one was corrupting your throat. Eren’s hand was now gripping the back of your throat, demanding your attention with a scoff. But maybe he had to thank Jean just this once. His cock experienced the most sensual vibration coming from your mouth. A sweet little moan came from you the second Jean pulled you down and started sucking your glistening clit. Those strong, powerful arms were keeping your thighs down, flexing on pure instinct.

“Fuck… use his dumb ass face baby… keep those sweet sounds coming…” Eren groaned, choking back his own moans as you were more eager for some reason. Your head bobbed back and forth on his length, slurping and moaning like a little toy that loved to be used for money. But it just was so good, you couldn’t care about seeming like a slut, not when Jean was eating you like this… and his nose, it was so perfect.

Your pussy had never been so tingly, so wet, so numb. You could feel how sore your throat was going to become from all the dick in your mouth. Eren’s cock was so much, yet you stuffed it inside your throat hole everytime. It was so tight, he was having trouble trying to keep at it. He did not want to cum first, no that would be ridiculous. He did not want to lose to Jean, and Jean looked like he would lose. He was gripping your thick ass like he’d never touched an ass before. Squeezing it, molding it, spreading it to get more of that juicy pussy in his mouth. He wanted to taste every part of it… all that pink on the inside.

No, you couldn’t take it. Your body began moving on its own. The little attempt you made at grinding on his face didn’t fail. You were moving back and forth and back and forth. You weren’t sure if Jean could breathe, but you knew he was enjoying it from how his grip got tighter. And you just couldn’t keep sucking Eren’s cock.. not when heaven was being sent to you on earth.

“Ahhh-!.. fuckme-!” Your precious moans finally filled the air. Your face was all messy and wet, and a cock was still laying on it. Your tongue came out again, trying to let Eren back in but he just relished in this picture… you were already drunk off the pleasure.

“Jean!… Jean… feels so fuckin good-… gonna make me cum…” you alerted this with all of your pretty whining. A little giggle even erupted from you as you felt his tongue slip right into your hole.. and his tongue was so long.

“Mess his face up baby.. ride him til he can’t breathe..” Eren growled, bending over only to take advantage of that tongue. He took it in his mouth, the sudden kiss making you hornier as you pressed your lips sloppily onto his. You tasted sinful, the tastes of Jean’s and Eren’s cocks mashed into one and he still kissed you.. even if that was his enemy. You felt the tingles, the rollercoaster of a feeling. Your weight was fully on Jean’s face as you rode it, his nose the star of your pleasure.

Your moan echoed against the walls when Eren pulled away from the exotic kiss. His mean behavior turned you on, and you couldn’t help it.. but when he wrapped his hand around your throat? You had to cum.

“Fuck! I-I’m so sorry-!” You gasped loudly, feeling yourself soak Jean’s handsome face with juices. It was like a small explosion gushing onto his face. Jean couldn’t breathe, but he saw the light when you actually lifted up and the sprinklers turned on. His face was dripping, and of course Eren believed that to be funny.

“Damn ma, you just about drowned his stupid ass…” Eren spat out, silently wishing it was true, but Jean, although quiet at first, laughed. “That wouldn’t be such a shit death.” He retorted back while sitting up. The male then wiped his face in a downward motion as you were sitting on the floor, taken aback. Sure, vibrators could do this.. but not in the sexiest way. Your mind was completely hazy, and your eyes were half lidded. To be honest, you were afraid to ask them what was next. Your body was theirs to play with.. and they knew that full well.

Eventually, you felt your body being lifted off the ground with little to no effort. A small squeal coming from you as you realized it was Eren. His face filled with determination and want as he placed you onto the bed. All you could see were two masculine, rival men glaring at each other for the fifth time. However, they were subtly agreeing on which hole was theirs… and you only realized that late. You realized when you were on top of Eren. His muscles were so firm and so nice to lay on, you had to lay your head on him.

Behind you, it was obvious it was Jean.. gripping onto your jiggly ass as it was poked up a bit in the air.

One cock was eager for your pussy lips, the other eager for your pretty little asshole that winked often. The tension was inevitable, and the want was extreme. It all excited Jean so much that he was already leaking precum on your pretty asshole.

“Please.. hurry.. Eren I need you inside my pussy..” this was almost like a cry for help, you needed the naughty feeling to go away. And Eren couldn’t ignore it, you said his name so cutely… in such a needy voice. Only him, not Jean… that’s because you needed Jean in your asshole.

“I’m big baby, gonna stretch you out some..” Eren warned, his hands softly gripping your waist as you went between to grip Eren’s thick cock. It was leaking so much precum that you believed he was going to cum fast.. but that wasn’t the case. A loud gushing sound followed the actions of his dark pink tip pushing past your small lips. He was quite thick indeed, and his cock stretched you out just as nice. “Stretchin’ me out.. fuck- that’s so much dick..” you hissed, barely going down to his pelvis. You were two thirds of the way down.. but that’s when you felt that familiar pair of lips. They were pressing against your tiny little asshole.

“Jean!” You gasped, your pussy instantly getting wetter from the realization. Jean was deep in the crack of your ass, his tongue dipping in and out of your pretty hole. It was helping more than enough as your pussy was opening up more for Eren’s cock to dive deeper. These men, they were turning you into a pure slut. You were so weak, your asshole was getting so excited that it was also opening up from the saliva from Jean. You were so spread open, you could tell your fans were enjoying this too.. with all the loud pinging donations..

“Oh-ohmygod-… I can’t take this-…” you cried, only for Eren to slowly wrap his strong arms around you.. keeping you pressed against him. Jean didn’t stop, his slurping sounds and his eating only making you dive deep into the intoxicating feeling. Your edges were just fucked up, not laid whatsoever any longer. A loud moan exited you eventually, and the two males realized that Eren was now balls deep into that perfect pussy.

“There she goes..” Jean practically cooed, dripping saliva on your asshole before he slipped his big thumb inside of your hole. You weren’t new to a cock being in your ass, but Jean was big enough to cause you trouble… Obviously he knew this from watching your videos so damn much. What horny bastards they were, that’s what you wanted to say.. but here you were, looking like a sex doll.

And with that thumb slipping in and out of your ass, you slowly moved up and then down. Your pretty ass jiggled when you did, and Eren was so quiet. You had to lift your head.. but you could only see his flushed red face, his eyes intense. His hold on you got tighter the second you looked at him. He could feel every inch of your wall, and his heart was beating so quickly at this fact. All he could do was bite back his moans, letting you bounce up and down on his thickness.

Jean might not like Eren, but the way your pussy sucked his cock up was damn near art. The sloppy plops of skin began to get louder the more eager you were. The aching feeling of needing an orgasm was just scratching at you.

“Fuck- dick so good.. oh-.. thank you.. thank you..” you babbled out, moans unable to be kept back, you sounded pathetic. It made Jean’s cock jolt when you sounded that way. He wasn’t in yet, but Eren was.. and he could barely speak.

“She’s saying thank you.. the least you could do is say you’re welcome..” Jean meanly said to Eren, knowing the male was too prideful to moan in a girl's ear, let alone yours. But for some reason Eren was blank minded enough to agree. He let a deep, raspy moan go when he opened his mouth..

“You’re fucking welcome ma.. keep taking it. I know you can.” he couldn’t muster out much, but his words went right down your spine. Jean had a great view of your spine, he could see your pretty little arch. “That’s right love, listen to Eren just this once. Only because he’s right this time..”

Eren wanted to talk shit so badly, however before anything could come out.. he only groaned. He sharply breathed in when you squeezed tight around his dick. Your sweet russet colored face was contorted in pure pleasure, your golden pussy trapping Eren in erotica. You were tightening up because Jean was aligned with your slightly agape asshole. His tip prodding about before slipping in.

“Fuck she’s grippin me..” Eren couldn’t hold back, he moaned out deeply, his hands moving to your hips as he squeezed tight. That’s when he slowly bucked his hips up into yours. His cock followed the movement. Eren was fucking up into your tight death grip, his body able to do as such because he was athletic.

“I can’t take it~… Oh shit~…” it was like you were drunk, partially present in the moment as your asshole stretched open. The more Eren fucked up into you with purpose, the more Jean could slip inside. Jean’s face was filled with need.. he was only a little bit inside but enough to slip in and out. And for once in their lives, the rivals were in sync. Thrust after thrust…

“So much-!… m’gonna cum!..”

Thrust thrust thrust thrust…

“I’m not even in all the way baby…you better hold that in..” Jean pleaded as he felt you tighten up even more than you already were. Jean however, pushed right through. The amazing feeling of your tightest, richest walls against his cock made him feel on top of the world. This whole thing was like a dream, to finally be in this sweet, adorable room filled with plushies of all sorts. Any other time he’d definitely joke about Eren laying down in a bed full of plushies, but they both were getting play from the sexiest girl they knew of.

And damn could you take cock.

You were begging your insides not to cum so quickly, Jean was taking advantage of your slippery goodness.. using it as lube as well as his spit. Mixed together, you were just opening up more and more for his long cock. The urge to just plunge through was so high, but you could now easily take half of his cock.. and that’s all he needed to pound you. Eren had a hold onto your hips, so Jean gripped your waist.

“Best fuckin dick ever..” you drooled on Eren’s right peck. Crying out for dear life as your asshole was being drilled into as well. It was overstimulating, unreal.. and unfair. You got to a point where it was hard distinguishing the two from one another, and they both could see that.

“Who’s beating this pussy up…” Eren teased, his hair sticking to his forehead just a little as he moaned into your ear.

“Y-..ah…Jea-…n-no… Eren..”

It was cute of you to mess up…

“Who’s stretching this asshole out..?” Jean questioned, watching you babble out nonsense before you breathed in loudly. “Jean!..” hearing his name made him shiver.. He didn’t know if he could last as long as Eren was… truly he’d give that to him. But the way you ass recoiled against his pelvis, and the way your asshole puckered around his cock? He couldn’t hold out much longer.

No.. he really couldn’t, and he was ashamed but from what he could see? This pretty brown ass was just the death of him. Jean folded hard, and he watched you bounce back on him ever so slowly. Eren had to stop thrusting upwards because you took Jean’s cock as a dildo. Oh you were gonna milk him so bad.

“M’gonna squirt..” you coughed, unable to breathe properly as your pretty pussy forced Eren out. The pretty spray of liquid came out on Eren’s cock as Jean let go. Jean couldn’t hold it anymore… no.. not when you squirted from his cock being in your fat ass. His moans were constant, loud and known. He made sure you understood you were milking him and that hot substance was you draining his cock… “ooh-.. fuck- it’s so-.. so sticky..”

Eren felt accomplished, he made it.. He didn’t cum first, but that was something he couldn’t think of right now, what he had to think of was how humiliating it was to have Jean’s cum drip down and down.. slipping just slightly into your pussy and on Eren’s tip. It made him growl almost, but you slipped Eren right back inside you pussy… bouncing away. Your pussy was so creamy now, making loud noises as if it was talking to Jean and Eren.. Eren fucking loved how noisy your pussy was, practically speaking of how perfect this felt.. how nicely it was fucked…

“Cum in me Eren~.. please.. wanna mix y’all’s cum so bad…” moaning out , Eren heard your naughty request. To be fair, it was sexy and nasty. His rival’s cum was already inside of your ass and some in your pussy.. but it was making a white ring around Eren’s cock…

“Eren please!” Your voice was hoarse, and that’s the last thing Eren needed.. For some reason that caused his precious dick to twitch, and that means his cum was painting your walls. He sounded a bit animalistic when he came inside of you, gripping tighter and tighter on your hips as he was begging you to stop bouncing with just his fingers digging in your skin.

You could feel a hotter substance inside now. All from Eren. His was a bit more liquid-like, but it still mixed with Jean’s cum.. your wish inevitably coming true. Two hunks just came in your two holes, both stretched to meet their cock sizes.

It was so sinful to be there, laying with both holes dripping the cum of two rivals… but the fans loved it. You loved it.

ⓒ Monstas1ut, do not copy.

[merakidoll]

the clock hit 9:00am and your thighs trembled. a low whine came from your lips as you worked your fingers faster in your cunt throwing your head back. “tic tok doll” the man who sat in front of you was impatient, very impatient. it had been a little too long from the time he got out of his expensive bed, till now - when he absolutely needed his dark coffee with the special creamer only you could give him. the coffee steam blew against your cunt, your heels imprinted into the oak wood desk, on some sort of important document that your mind couldn’t care to see what it was.

your juices dripped into the ‘best boss’ coffee mug, your pussy clenching around your fingers as you bit your lip staring at him with a blurry vision. “you know i don’t like to wait” he said, then stood to his full height. it all happened so quick. from the moment you were working into yourself, to when he gently removed your fingers and entered his own. the coolness of his rings making you tilt forward into his chest, but he made sure that your pussy was right above the hot coffee. “thata girl” he kissed your forehead, fucking his fingers faster and using the pad of his thumb to rub your clit. the clock was now 9:05am, and your boss licked his lips, mouth watering in anticipation for his coffee.

with a gasp and hands tightening around his suits vest your creamy essences dripped into the cup making a little splatter on some of the paperwork. “little more sweetheart” your cried into his chest as he pumped you one hard time make a large amount of cream drip out of you. by 9:10am, you were back being a secretary, and your boss walked around the office with his coffee as if it wasn’t a dirty secret behind it.

˚ෆ 𐙚 - sukuna, toji, sylus, zayne, reiner, ghost!

[cindol]

thinks about the concept of fem top mikasa and how she soft doms bottom fem black reader and moaned like a mule. ( short blurb, like real short lol. )

mikasa ackerman x black fem reader

cw — bisexual mika, bisexual reader, smut, ✂️issoring, fluff, consent was given before hand,

a / n — stealing my other brat tamer ‘kasa fic nachos with this .

make no mistake, despite the feminine clothes, the spa treatments and hair curlers mikasa was a dominant top all the way when it came to you. She enjoyed in sex and out of sex.

out of sex she liked soft domming in many ways. Wrapping a secure hand around your waist, helping you maneuver your way through tight knit spaces, making you sit on her lap so some weirdo got the gist of you and her relationship. When you weren’t having the best of days she’d let you lay your head in her lap in bed.

inside the bedroom she liked when you were good, well behaved the entire day so she could treat you give all her love to you. When mikasa had the entire day to herself with you she never really stopped.

her favorite thing in the bedroom had to be… bumping purses with you. One would think she’s more submissive that way but she had full power even in that position.

she was still controlling you while you hiccuped and moaned, gripping at your leg with one hand while she grinded her pale cunt on your brown pussy.

when you attempted to move away or at least take some break it only made mikasa sigh with a chuckle and effortlessly yank you back by your leg. “cmere’ baby, we’ve got an entire day to ourselves here, i’m not letting you away so quick.” much to your dismay and whimpers.

[phantomsies]

𝖓𝖊𝖝𝖙 𝖈𝖔𝖓𝖙𝖊𝖘𝖙𝖆𝖓𝖙 • 𝖆.𝖆𝖗𝖙𝖑𝖊𝖗𝖙

your biggest fan soon becomes your biggest obsession….

black onlyfans creator!reader (fem descriptions), nerdy!armin, public sex/public masturbation, squirting, mentions of toys, exhibitionism, throatfucking, cumshot

📝: I wanted to go a completely different direction with this but a) it’s no longer kinktober and it would’ve much better suited that and b) nerd!armin just scratches an itch in my brain I can’t quite put my finger on. So enjoy! 🫶🏾 (also, I AM SO SORRY THIS SHIT IS SO LONG 😭😭 I don’t intend on headcanons being this length but I can’t shut the fuck up.)

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nerd!armin had been a dutiful subscriber of (y/n) (l/n)’s or as the world knew you, (performer name) for quite some time. He’d faithfully watched your content, never missing an upload to your sites and shamelessly scrolling your Twitter.

nerd!armin preferred your videos over others because they were so unique. Always willing to push the envelope by shooting in unconventional spaces; your car, public bathrooms and even dressing rooms..a polar opposite to his shy, bashful nature. In a way, he was jealous but also aroused..

from your long acrylics, fluffy lashes, colorful hair that changed from video to video and of course, the beautiful, dark brown complexion that radiated underneath the sun or ring lights, nerd!armin was obsessed.

nerd!armin would lie in bed after a long study session, classes or even a hard day at work..mindlessly stroking his cock in one hand as he held his phone in the other, eyes glued to the screen whilst you performed those lewd acts.

shoving those dildos in and out of your tight cunt, those pretty pink walls and plump brown lips sucking on that silicone toy..stretching yourself open all for his pleasure. A jeweled butt plug shoved into your ass and cream oozing down onto that gorgeous skin and the leather of your seats as you worked yourself into countless orgasms..mewling and begging for the would be viewer to keep fucking you..

“Fuck, I’m about to come, daddy..you’re gonna make me squirt.” Crying out as nerd!armin jerked himself even faster..subconsciously responding back without a single other person being in the room. ”Squirt for me, baby. Come..” Whimpering before exploding with a load of his own..

despite only being an intern, nerd!armin was well off from his freelancing tech work and although it didn’t leave him much room for socializing, he would tip you amicably on all the new content, as well as leave kind, respectful, encouraging words. It wasn’t something you saw often in this field.

it also didn’t take nerd!armin long to realize that you never featured a partner in any of your content like some girls eventually did. Only the various assortment of toys gifted to you by supporters. Which only further fed his delusions when you made a mess and glared into the camera, batting those doe brown eyes before saying “..look at what you made me do..that big dick feels so good..”

nerd!armin, who had only been with one woman sexually in his entire life and didn’t date often, could only dream of being with a girl like you.

so it came as no surprise when you announced that you would be opening a contest to film with one of your subscribers for the first time, nerd!armin leaped at the chance! The thought of getting to fuck the woman he’d hopelessly fawned over excited him.

nerd!armin nearly fainted when he got a DM on OnlyFans one day to see that he had won, asking when he’d like to arrange the meetup.

nerd!armin was understandably nervous on the day you two came face to face..but felt as ease when you continuously reassured him and even made sure that both of you had been tested, as well as protection.

“You’re so cute..it’s nice to finally meet you. Thank you for supporting me..” your gentle voice sent a shockwave of butterflies soaring through nerd!armin’s stomach as you wrapped him in a tight hug…and of course, a tightening in his pants upon laying eyes on his favorite creator. But that was merely the beginning.

nerd!armin found himself blushing when you slowly traced circles all over his skin, examining the single tattoo on his forearm and complimenting the smell of his cologne as the two of you sat alone in the bedroom of the designated filming space of your spacious home. Impressed by the bookshelves full of old literature he passed on the way in.

“Mmmm..you’re nervous, aren’t you?” “…I guess you could say that.” “Well don’t be, I’m going to make sure we have a good time, I promise..”

nerd!armin had no idea just how true you were to your word when less than ten minutes after the camera came on, you were on your knees, tongue extended and a wide smile on your face as he towered over you.

nerd!armin could hardly contain himself when eventually, those glossy brims were now encompassed around his cock. Slurping noises emanating around the room, along with his adorable cries…sloppy drool and gag spit spilling from that wet mouth and onto the pulsating head, shaft and those swollen balls. Disregarding the fact that your pretty face had become a disheveled mess.

“Oh my God…that feels so good, beautiful. Your mouth feels fucking amazing..” “You wanna come for me, baby?” “..yes! Drain me, please..” pathetically pleading whilst relentlessly fucking your throat.

nerd!armin unabashedly spent days, practicing his stroke on a translucent flesh light, feeding it deep thrusts and stuffing it with an ungodly amount of cum, examining your videos like study material..in hopes of gaining some stamina against you.

but nothing could prepare nerd!armin for the sheer sensation that being inside of you brought upon him.. however, he wasn’t the only one caught off guard..especially when he’d gently tug your head down and force you to watch as he glided into that narrow hole.. a move he’d learn from his tapes.

“It’s so big..damn..” “I told you..” giggling to yourselves as your gazes met and he’d begin to move.

nerd!armin almost felt compelled to believe that you were faking your moans like other pornstars so often did…but that misconception was cleared up when your eyes began to trail back, legs began to tremble and a slight bulge formed at the very bottom of your stomach.

“Yes, you stretching the fuck out of this pussy, baby..right there!..” “Am-am I doing a good job?” “You fucking me so good, please don’t stop.”

nerd!armin nearly lost all composure when you all but pushed him away, only to shower him in a stream of your juices. Only increasing as he tapped that swollen tip against your quivering folds.

nerd!armin didn’t last more than five minutes after that powerful climax and began dry heaving as his own neared. Ushering you back to your knees to paint those pretty features and tits with his load.

nerd!armin was convinced that once the cameras shut off, you’d put him out for nutting too quickly. Surely a woman of your caliber would never deal with that again. But yet again, he was proven wrong when you smiled up at him, flicking your tongue across your lips before posing a question. “So..where should we should film next time? We gotta do this more often..”

nerd!armin had found himself the newest and sole object of (creator’s name) affection!

[cottonconnielvr]

౨ৎ warnings … overstim, dirty talk, oral (fem receiving)

“o-okay eren” you whimper into your pink silk sheets. you struggle to free your wrists from eren’s hold, one of his hands pressing them into your back.

you’re laying face down ass up on the bed, eren kneeling behind you. you can barley focus on your words as you feel eren licking and sucking you everywhere. he’s being so messy, smacks feeling the room along with your cries. “okay ren, m’done” you sigh, eyes rolling into the back of your head. eren hums against your drooling cunt, sending vibrations through your body.

he continues to ignore you, stuffing your tight hole with his wet tongue, thrusting as fast as he can. “p..please i wan’ break!” your hands grip onto the mattress, trying so desperately to crawl away from the sweet torture.

you hear eren hum, gripping your hips with both hands to pull you back to him. he pulls away from your hole with a pop, leaning back to look at the mess you made. “why you running away from me, baby?” eren hums.

your hole clenched around nothing, pushing out more and more of your wetness. eren leans over your body, one of his hands rubbing up and down your back. “let me see your face” he coos, his middle finger slipping inside of your pussy. with a huff you turn your face to face eren.

he lets out a giggle at your face, your eyes are all watery and your lips are swollen. one of your lashes is also hanging down. he curls his middle finger upwards, ejecting a moan from you. “you always take it so good baby. aren’t ya so proud of yourself, hmm?” he slides in another finger, watching your facial expressions.

you whimper and clench tightly around eren’s fingers. “…cum again” you murmur out weakly. eren’s heart clenches. his little baby all fucked you, you can barley speak. “i knowww i can feel you” eren giggles to himself again. “such a good girl, taking it all” eren talks you into an even deeper headspace. all you want is him, even closer. all you can think is eren eren eren eren

without warning, your legs shake and eyes roll back. “ohhh fuckkk you’re cumming so much” eren leans back to watch you release. you squirt wetness all over his arm and onto the bedsheets. you whimper and tuck your head even deeper into the mattress.

“ good fucking girl” eren drags his fingers down your wet cunt, rubbing his thumb on your clit before leaving a hard slap on your ass. you don’t get a chance to register eren’s words before you fall into a deep slumber

[yeagerprincess]

my biggest issue with writing is i wanna get straight to the SECKS!!! i gotta work on the buildup but ion want to 😭

[shawtuzi]

here’s a random best friend!eren drabble bc im bored

cw include: black coded reader, some drug usage (weed), unprotected sex, backshots, sex standing up, sex onna floorrr, lots of dirty talk, multiple orgasms, squirting, creampie, some choking [ inspo vids: 1 2 3 ]

“you sure about this y/n? i don’t want things to get weird . . .” eren mumbled, his hands fidgeting with the loops on his jeans—something he always did when he was nervous. you just giggled, your mind too cloudy and in a horny daze to care that your about to fuck your childhood best friend.

you were sitting at the edge of your bed with eren standing right in front of you, his large frame towering over yours. his breath hitched when you grabbed onto the hem on his jeans, your chin now resting on his lower stomach. you looked at him through your freshly done lashes, your eyes low n’ red from the blunt you previously smoked together.

“i jus’ wanna see what’s got those girls all crazy about you ren,” you practically purred, smirking when you saw his teeth clamp onto his bottom lip. you could feel the firm bulge in his jeans, your manicured nails trailing up and down the length of it.

“oooo s-shit, f-fuck okay yeah get on all fours.”

sometime later….

“o-oh my goddd, f-fuck erennnn!” your arms flailed behind you to push as eren’s stomach, but him being the dickhead he is, just grabbed your wrists and held you still. he had you bent over the bed, your feet pushing up to your tippy toes to keep up with his brutal thrusts.

“no no don’t run mama—fuck, jus’ take it. cmon fuck me back, fuck renny back,” you pitifully shook your head, salty tears seeping into your comforter.

in all the years you’ve known eren you weren’t aware of the fact that he had such a dirty mouth. filthy praises and promises were flying past his kiss swollen lips left and right, so much so it was making you even more dizzy than you already were.

“who knew my best friend had such a pretty lil’ pussy,” eren breathlessly chuckled, his tongue swiping against his bottom lip as he admired the milky white ring of your essence coating the base of his cock. “n-no eren, too fuckin’ deep s-shit!” you cried, legs trembling as eren pushed all of his weight into your backside. he swiveled his hips, determined to reach that special spot deep inside you.

“heh, now y’see why those girls w-won’t leave me alone, dick is too fuckin’ good ain’t it mama,” eren groaned, smacking your ass harshly. eren wasn’t the best at a lot of things, not that he even really tried to be, but one thing he knew he was good at was beating up some lucky girls guts. sure he wasn’t slanging nine inches, but don’t get it twisted he knew how to use his six and a half inches very, very well. after all it’s not about the size of the wave, but the motion of the ocean or whatever the fuck.

he pulled you up by the neck, keeping you still against his chest. your legs trembled, your hands pushing back softly against eren’s thighs to steady yourself. “this is my favorite way to fuck, it’s so fun watching girls try to run just for me to fuck them to the floor,” he finished off his sentence by licking the shell of your ear, grinning when he felt your body shiver.

“you’re—hah! you’re s-sick ren.”

“shittt say that again baby,” eren groaned, sliding halfway out before slamming back inside. his free hand found purchase on your breast, the other hand squeezing lightly at your neck. “you’re *thrust* so fucking *thrust* s-sick eren!” you gasped out, your hands flinging behind you to tug at eren’s disheveled bun.

all a sudden black dots clouded your vision and your ears began to ring—well this was definitely new. “fuck, you squirtin’ mama?” eren was quick to wrap his arm around your waist, his other hand still securely wrapped around your throat. he fucked you through your orgasm, hearts forming at how soaked his thighs were now. he’s never had a squirter before, and he wasn’t sure he was ready to leave this life after you two were done!

“i *hiccup* didn’t even k-know i could do that,” you whimpered, your eyes rolling back when eren started up a steady rhythm. your pussy felt so sensitive, yet each time he pulled out you wanted him back inside that instant. your legs felt like jello and you knew any moment they were bound to give up.

you took a shaky step towards your bed but eren just followed, his lips upturning into a smirk. now comes his favorite part.

“r-ren okay! okay i get ittt,” you sobbed out, gasping as your knees met the plushness of your carpet. eren remained inside you the entire time, wasting no time as he pushed your face into the carpet until your back with positioned into the perfect arch. as crazy as it sounded each slap of his balls against your clit felt like electricity shooting through your veins, causing nothing but moans and babbles to slip past your drooling lips.

“fuck m’gonna cum mama, get ready,” with four final thrusts eren emptied himself inside you, coating your walls in his sticky warmth. your body slumped more into the carpet, your eyes fluttering shut. eren pulled out slowly, laughing when your lower half fell with a dull thud.

“i *sniffle* see your point,” you whimpered, your back arching when your clit rubbed against the carpet. eren grinned, sitting back on his knees before gently turning your body over. he tapped your thigh softly, “push it out . . . please.”

you rolled your eyes, not looking forward the even bigger mess it would make, but you did as you were told. eren let out a long breath through his nose as he watch he cum drip out of you in thick globs. he peered at you through his lashes—

“we should, um, do this again sometime.”

[kenziiie]

bf!onyankopon

he talks with his hands when he’s passionate—gesturing smooth and slow, like every word deserves space to breathe. and you love that about him. the way he explains things. the way he sees things.

but right now, he’s not saying much. just watching.

you’re in one of his shirts—oversized, sleeves rolled, no panties underneath—and the way his eyes drag down your body makes your skin feel too tight.

“come here,” he says, low and soft, but you feel the command in it.

you walk slow. on purpose. thighs brushing. his eyes drop, darkening.

“take it off.”

you hesitate—just a second—but he’s already leaning forward, resting his elbows on his knees, tongue swiping across his bottom lip.

“you know i’ll be gentle,” he murmurs. “unless you don’t want that.”

your breath catches.

you lift the shirt over your head. let it drop. and he hums, deep in his throat like he’s looking at art.

“beautiful,” he says, standing and reaching for you.

his hands are big. warm. calloused. they slide over your waist, cup your ass, then up—tracing the curve of your back as he pulls you flush against him.

“been thinkin’ about this all day,” he murmurs against your neck. “about you. walkin’ ‘round the house like you ain’t know what you do to me.”

you grin. “maybe i did.”

his fingers squeeze your thighs and he lifts you easy, carries you to the bed like you weigh nothing, and lays you out slow.

“put your legs up for me.”

you do, and he kneels between them, kissing from your ankle to your knee to the soft inside of your thigh.

“you always get so wet for me,” he whispers, breath ghosting over your skin.

then his mouth is on you—slow at first. tongue broad and hot, dragging over your clit like he’s warming you up.

but then he locks his arms under your thighs and devours. moaning into your pussy like he needs it to live.

he looks up once—mouth shiny, eyes locked on yours—and says, “you gon’ cum for me, yeah?”

you nod, panting.

“don’t be shy. let me hear it.”

and when you do? when you cum shaking, gasping, his name falling from your lips? he doesn’t stop. keeps sucking, licking, working you through it until you’re twitching, begging for a break.

he only pulls back when your legs are trembling. kisses your inner thigh and whispers, “you took that so good for me.”

his cock’s thick and heavy when he slides it in—slow, deep strokes, face buried in your neck.

“tight as hell,” he grits. “fuck—been dreamin’ about this pussy.”

you wrap your arms around him, nails dragging down his back, and he groans like he’s losing his mind.

“look at you,” he whispers. “so perfect. made for me.”

he starts to move—steady, deep, every stroke hitting that spot that makes your toes curl.

he keeps whispering praise. filthy and soft.

“look at how you take me.”

“got you creamin’ already.”

“ain’t no other man gon’ have you like this. you mine.”

and you feel it—how he fills you up, how he means it, how the way he loves you shows in every thrust.

he cums groaning your name, hands gripping your hips, hips buried to the hilt. stays there. kissing you slow. letting your breath sync up.

“you good?” he murmurs.

you nod, dazed, smiling. “more than good.”

“mm. good. ‘cause i’m not done with you yet.”

[rumisgf]

“waterworks”

“shitt- hear her talkin’ to me, ma?”

connie is a messy man. he’ll fuck you for hours cause he’s not satisfied until you make a mess of his sheets to the point he has to wash them and yall sit on the couch in his living room or on the floor until they’re done.

“f-uck conn~! too much…!”

“uh-uh, take this shit.”

he fucks you deeper, guttural moans escaping out your throat as you become putty in his hands, your slick dripping down between your asscheeks.

“there you go…yeahhhhh..”

the sound of his dick sliding in and out of your sopping cunny is pornographic at this point. he bends your legs to your ears, pressing down on your lower stomach as he tries to coax an orgasm out of you.

“conn-nie…waitt~…”

he smiles in response to your plea, smacking his hips against your skin with more force. your moans turn into squeals, your eyes rolling into the back of your head.

“oh shit..damn..”

clear juices fly out of your hole and spray onto yourself and his stomach. a shit eating grin forms on his face, pulling back a bit so he can get a better view.

“there you go mama, let that shit out. let it out”

you continue squirting on him as he fucks you through it, grunting heavily as he feels your wall spasm around him and your wetness. his thumb finds your clit, added an extra sensation of pleasure.

“messy little slut…ion know what imma do with you..”

he absolutely loves it.

©𝑹𝑼𝑴𝑰𝑺𝑮𝑭

[swytdoll]

₊ ⊹ . ݁˖ . dilf!eren fucking you whenever and wherever he wants. ₊ ⊹ . ݁

౨ৎ ⋆｡˚dilf!eren who is the kind of man who turns heads without even trying. standing at an impressive six foot two inches, tattoos inked delicately across warm olive skin. his athletic build a testament to years of dedicated workouts and an active lifestyle. his chiseled jawline, adorned with just the right amount of stubble, framed a face that could easily belong on the cover of a fashion magazine. deep-set, piercing green eyes seeming to hold a thousand stories. his tousled hair giving him a rugged, yet sophisticated look.

when he became a dad, all of that doubled. his effortlessly good looks were now complemented by a softer, more nurturing side that made him even more irresistible. the way he had cradled your newborn daughter in his strong arms, the gentle way he kissed her forehead.

unfortunately, your husband becoming a dilf meant other women's gazes also doubling. it was something you had come to expect, but it didn't make it any easier. you could see the way that they glanced at him when he would pick up your daughter from preschool, eyes lingering a little too long, smiles too friendly.

౨ৎ ⋆｡˚ dilf!eren who's always making sure his babygirl is set, he often sent you money without you even having to ask, ensuring that you and your daughter never want for anything. "just looking out for my pretty little ladies."

౨ৎ ⋆｡˚dilf!eren who can't seem to keep his hands to himself when your parents are over in the next room visiting. hand clamped over your mouth as he feeds you his thick girth inch by inch, the stretch sending your eyes rolling back. "gotta be quiet baby, don't be rude." he's evil. fluidly rolling his pulsating cock into that spongy part that has you grasping the sheets.

౨ৎ ⋆｡˚ dilf!eren who loves the way you moan when he eats your pussy with his stubble, the way the short hairs prick you, making the sensation of him all the more better. he loves the way he makes you whimper when he pushes your thick thighs flush to your chest and nips your clit hard, making you buck and writhe under his lips and tongue. he loves how you taste, salty and sweet at the same time and the way your body quakes and shudders underneath him. he loves you.

౨ৎ ⋆｡˚dilf!eren who fucks you stupid against the kitchen counter as you prep your daughter's after-school snack, cheek pressed against the cold granite, hands scrabbling for purchase. "m'so hungry." but eren's not hungry for food.

౨ৎ ⋆｡˚dilf!eren who forgets you're a milf, jealously coursing through him as he watches the man next door flirt with you while you garden. it's nothing but cruel when he fucks you into the sofa, making sure the window is open and your neighbor is outside to hear you being ravaged.

he makes it extra filthy when he bends you over the back of the couch, facing the window, slapping your ass until it holds the color of your tomato plants. the whole neighborhood can probably hear you sobbing with pleasure, the way his name falls from your lips. he knows what he has and the jealousy makes him all the more possessive, he wants the whole world to know that you are his.

౨ৎ ⋆｡˚dilf!eren who is always trying to get you pregnant again, fucking you until his sticky cum bubbles from your hole.

౨ৎ ⋆｡˚dilf!eren who wouldn't trade being cuddled in bed with his two favorite girls, watching a movie with popcorn, for anything.

find more daddy eren here *ੈ✩‧₊˚

[alanisstonedd]

MDNI - sexual content

an: it’s that time yall…

i need a big boy to love on me like it’s his only job on this damn earth.

the slow ascent over his lap feeling more like mounting a horse. the feel of his strong hands gripping at the plush of your hips. the tug and pull at each others clothes while your lips lock in the slowest, wettest fuck. his scorching tongue in your mouth feels like he’s reaching into you for your soul already and the firm fingers in your hair make sure he gets exactly what he wants.

he can’t help but grind up into your heat on instinct, the slow roll of his hips intoxicating you. the heat spreading through your core and straight up your spine, unable to keep your mouth shut. the rhythmic back-and-forth of humping fully clothed, no time to take any clothes off. his hands sear a path over every inch of skin he can get to, yours content in his hair too focused on rocking your clit over the throbbing bulge in his shorts. a concentrated frown etched into his strong features, sparkling eyes locked on your thrown back head.

his hot mouth going straight for your bared neck, addicted to the taste of your skin. he’s laving at anything his mouth can reach, sucking at your nipples like the feel of them in his mouth alone is enough to make him bust - your whole chest glistening by the time he’s done.

the rushed struggle to stuff yourself with every thick inch he has, clothes still on, mouthing at his lips. him thrusting up into you short and fast, grunting against your collar bone, palms firmly planted on your hips. chest to chest, you can feel every breath he intakes, the outtake fanning over your wet, pebbled, buds. his solid arms caging you in, making damn sure you take everything he’s giving.

he has to back up just to see you in all your glory, pushing at your belly, still canting up into you with no problem. his mouth hangs open in bliss, floored at the the clench of you around him when he man handles you down to the hilt, hitting a spot so deep you think you see tweety birds.

he flips you both over like it’s nothing, his belly up against yours, his pudge and happy trail rubbing your clit just right. the weight he puts behind his thrusts hitting you like a mack truck. it makes you dizzy, the way he’s putting his all into it yet completely unfazed by the way you can’t shut your mouth. his lazy thumbing at your sensitive clit sending you up the wall. he keeps you on the edge for as long as you can stand, heaving breaths into his mouth from the force of his thrusts.

he’s nasty with it, biting at your lips in a sloppy kiss, tasting yourself lingering on his tongue from earlier. he’s flipping into whatever position gets the loudest moans out of you, massaging the plush of your thighs and up your back like that’ll ease the punch of his hips. he heaves into your neck, gripping at you like the heat of you around him is wearing his sanity thinner than is possible.

he don’t care about the mess, the splat splat of the wetness in between you both makes you even wetter, the gush around him calls for teeth biting, groans, and hot tongue on the column of your throat. you moan like you haven’t had a homemade meal in years - the palpable hunger for you that seeps out of him when you buck up onto his leaking dick, is only thing that can quell your hunger.

when you’re on your side, thigh stretched up in his hold, the soft muscle of him envelopes you from behind. he reaches so deep with every thrust you think he can feel how much you need his dick. it overwhelms your senses, his baccarat, your miss dior, and the thick musk of sex

FANUM, price, dadbod!simon, ony