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size difference - ushijima

tw: noncon, size kink, strength kink, tummy bulge, mean ushi 💔, wrote in like 5 mins i’m srry

ushijima knows it would only take one hand to hold you down. you’re no match for his strength, of course, and your trembling fear alone is enough to keep you pliant and still for him. you both know it, but it doesn’t stop him from absolutely crushing you under his weight, pinning you down and completely restricting your movement so you can feel the difference between the two of you.

he knows he’s too big for you regardless of the prep he gives you. stuffing three thick fingers into you while his tongue laps at your clit doesn’t do anything but make you cry harder as your body shakes from the orgasm you don’t want. the burning stretch that comes with his huge cock sinking into you is the same regardless of how wet you are — the only purpose of making you cum on his tongue and fingers first being to keep you overstimulated, or to humiliate you, maybe.

and it is humiliating when you can’t keep your desperate whines and cries to yourself. when you’re trying desperately to claw at his chest, or grip his hair, or rake your nails down his back, but you can’t. not with the way he flattens you, crushing you with his strength and rendering your limbs useless because he gets off on it. he gets off on the size difference, knowing that every single part of him is just too big to fit in any part of you. his hands and legs and arms crushing you with so little effort it’s sad. his cock making your belly bulge where he reaches deep inside you, and his heavy balls holding so much cum that it leaks out of you when he finally gives you his load — only after fucking a couple more orgasms into you. he likes you nice and dumb when he spills his hot cum into you, watching the way you go almost cross-eyed as you feel yourself get even more full.

because you are dumb. did you really think you were any match for a guy like him? that you’d be safe, or even be able to put up a fight if he decided he got sick of watching you walk around in your tiny little skirts? that he’d hold himself back when the constant teasing became too much? he didn’t think you could be that stupid, but since you were, you really had it coming to you.

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4:20am - stepbro!eren x reader

warnings: stepcest, heavy dubcon, noncon (tagging just in case), smoking, virginity loss

18+, minors dni

step brother eren who sneaks into your room in the early hours of the morning, telling you that he can’t sleep, that he’s bored and he knows you’ve never smoked before and wants your first time to be with him. step brother eren who fucks you with his fingers nice and slow as he gets you to smoke way more than you should, muttering filthy things to you as you whine and shake through the first orgasm anyone had ever given you. eren makes sure your little head is so clouded and empty that you don’t even notice his sweatpants being shoved down and his hand palming his hard cock to the sight of you. it’s not until you’re looking up at him through half-lidded eyes, mouth open and tongue poking out as you take in his pretty features that you realize the fat, leaking tip of his cock is nudging at your dripping entrance. you try to protest, try to shake your head and press against his chest, but you’re too far gone and far too weak against him. he grips your thighs and bullies his cock into you slowly, and you vaguely hear him curse as he bottoms out, watching you in awe as your eyes roll back and you gasp at the feeling of him stuffing you full. it all felt so surreal, so fucking good - your body, your headspace, the squeezing of your tight walls around his long, thick cock. your step brother just loved you so much, he only wanted to make sure your first time was with someone who could make you feel good.

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meanie - stepbro!eren

warnings: noncon, mean stepbro eren, crybaby reader, stepcest, dacryphilia, mentions of abuse, wrote this in like 10 mins srry

18+

*dark content, mdni*

eren couldn't explain why he wanted to hurt you so badly. you never did anything to him, never did anything to anyone. in fact, you were always so sweet — so nice and pleasant and cute, it was no wonder everyone around you absolutely adored you. he saw the way every guy he knew not only wanted you, but defended you, protected you, always kept you close and told you not to let your new big brother give you a hard time. maybe that was why he sometimes liked it when you cried, when he finally got you alone and said something a little too mean, or grabbed you just a little too hard.

maybe it was because you always forgave him. eren liked to convince himself that he wasn't a bad guy, that he was actually far from it. it wasn’t like he was always putting you down — he had his moments of being sort of sweet here and there. he just got a little mad sometimes, a little aggressive and maybe a little mean — was that a crime? he wasn't exactly happy when his father married your mother and the two of them decided to spend all of their time away from home. and it's not like he asked to be stuck with a new little step-sister who turned out to be a crybaby. in his mind, he sort of had a right to be angry. and even though it wasn't your fault, and he knew you didn't deserve it, he also knew that you were the only person who would let him get away with it. and he kind of liked that when he got a little carried away and did something scary to make you cry, one little sorry was all it took to make you love your big brother again.

like when he yelled at you, or called you names. when he grabbed your face, or your hair, or your wrist when you tried walking away from his fits of rage. when he got really frustrated with you being so weak and delicate and so perfect all the time, and he was pinning you down on his bed as soon as his friends left because he saw how they looked at you — and even at such extremes you wouldn't dare fight back, wouldn't dream of making him angrier than he already was. all you do is cry and ask him to stop, begging him not to be angry with you.

and all you do is cry some more when he pushes his cock deep inside you, gritting his teeth as he bottoms out and presses you deeper into his mattress. he knew it was unnecessary, the kind of force he used and the way he tried to make it hurt a little, pushing and angling to get himself right where you couldn’t take it. he just couldn't help himself, couldn't stop himself from whispering filth into your ear as he pumped his fat cock into you and moaned into your neck. you just looked so pretty underneath him, so fucking gorgeous when you took what he gave you and didn't fight back — didn't utter a word to anyone about your mean older step-brother using you to take out his anger at the world. and eren convinced himself that he wasn't a bad guy when he coaxed an orgasm out of you, and then forced another one, and you were gasping and clutching onto him as your eyes rolled back and you shook in his grip. and he knew he couldn't be all bad when he held you close after he came inside you, and he shushed your cries and pet your hair and murmured apologies into your skin. and he smirked when you interlaced your fingers with his and told him that it was okay through your tears.

eren liked hurting you because he could do it again, and again, and again — as badly as he wanted, and you took it so sweetly for him. no complaints, no grudges, just a teary little kiss on the lips and a confession that you’d do anything to make your stepbrother love you, and that you loved him no matter what. and eren would push those limits as far as he could.

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stepbro somno! - armin vs. eren

dark content!

warnings: noncon, stepcest, somnophilia, dacryphilia, eren's is a little darker than armin's!!, 18+

18+, mdni!

armin

you wake up slowly, your mind struggling to catch up to why your pussy is clenching around something thick and long to the point that it’s hitting your cervix, moving you up the bed with each thrust. a wet dream, you initially think through your exhausted little mind. you wanted it to be a wet dream so you didn’t have to think about it, didn’t have to pry your heavy eyes open and be faced with the nightmare of your stepbrother fucking his cock into you while you slept.

armin wished you had just sighed into it, just relaxed and maybe loosened up a little so the stretch wouldn’t have stirred you so much. he wished you would have just came around him when he angled his tip against your g-spot, rather than finally opening your eyes and gasping in alarm. whatever scream or cry you were going to make was cut off by armin’s hand quickly clamping over your mouth and silencing you.

he was just as stunned as you were — his big, blue eyes staring down into your wide ones as his hips continued to slam into yours.

“f-fuck, i woke you up, didn’t i? i’m sorry,” he said in a hushed voice, his hand still pressed tightly to your face. “you weren’t supposed to wake up. just wanted to make you feel good, just wanted to see you cum.”

his words were emphasized by his length being shoved in so deep it made you scream against his hand, but hardly any noise escaped. your eyes watered, stray tears slipping down your face as your stepbrother bottomed out. your mind was still trying to catch up to what was happening, not being able to function properly from both being ripped out of your peaceful sleep and from your big brother’s cock that was stuffing you full.

you cried against his hand, struggling to breathe as you started to squirm. you tried to kick your legs but although armin was always so docile, he was still much stronger than you.

“don’t fight me, please don’t fight me,” he murmured, and he genuinely looked concerned as he stared down at you, the soft glow from your nightlight illuminating his face. “it’s only gonna make it hurt if you struggle. i don’t want to hurt my baby sister.”

he let out a choked groan as your pussy squeezed around him. he could feel your flushed cheeks burning in shame and embarrassment beneath his hand, and he was sick enough to get off on it.

“i’m gonna move my hand now, okay? don’t scream, please, i won’t hurt you if you don’t scream. do you understand?”

you nodded up at him through tears, and for the first time since he’d been introduced to you as your new stepbrother, it was hard to look at him. he hesitantly removed his hand, now using the opportunity to grip both of your wrists and pin them to the bed. you couldn’t help the gasps for air and soft sobs that escaped you, but you kept your promise.

“a-armin…”

what could you say? what were you supposed to do? you weren’t even positive this wasn’t a horrible nightmare, or even a misunderstanding. you trusted armin — you always have. you just wanted him to shush you and tell you it was all a mistake, that maybe you gave him the wrong idea or… something. armin was so smart, you were sure he could come up with something to explain why he was stuffing you full of his cock while you slept.

“aren’t you going to tell me — fuck — h-how wrong this is? you’re not going to tell me i’m sick, or even to get off of you?”

but you were already writhing underneath him, gasping as he kept hitting that one spot that made you breathless. and you were so wet, you could hear the slick noises of his cock sliding in and out of you filling up the room.

“please, y-you shouldn’t do this,” you managed to choke out, fresh tears spilling over your eyes as you stared up at him. but you weren’t sure why you couldn’t stop crying. maybe it was because your body was betraying you, and you felt so powerless and weak as your back arched and your legs spread open for him. “i w-won’t tell anyone.”

“i know, i’m such a bad big brother. you think i don’t know?” he asked, interlacing your fingers together above your head as he stilled his thrusts. you almost whined at the loss of his cockhead grinding against your g-spot, involuntarily clenching around him for some type of stimulation. he gasped, his body shaking as he dropped his forehead down to touch yours. you were breathing each other’s air now, both gasping and panting and trembling in each other’s holds.

“but i’ve always taken such good care of you, haven’t i? even when you didn’t know it, i was here taking care of you.” he muttered against your lips. and you couldn’t think about what he meant when you were still so delirious and your orgasm was just in reach. he slowly pulled back and pushed his cock in again at a mind-numbing pace, the sound of your wetness making you flush.

“fuck, do you hear that? do you hear how good i prep you?” and you wanted to tell him to stop, that it was embarrassing, but you couldn’t find the words.

“do you know how many times you’ve cum around my tongue? or my fingers? you think this is the first time i’ve done this — this is just the first time you’ve woken up.”

then he was pounding into you. so hard and so fast it was making your headboard smack against the wall, and you were gasping because you’d never seen armin like this — so out of control. you vaguely remembered how many wet dreams you started having since moving in with armin and his father, always ending with an orgasm that left you shaking and gasping and so blissful in the morning. it was armin. it was your big brother taking care of you.

“a-armin! i’m gonna…!” you gasped as you felt your orgasm sneaking up on you. your body was on fire as you wrapped your legs around his waist, pulling him in even deeper.

“i know, me too.” he shushed you, squeezing your hands. “fuck, i'm gonna cum inside my little sister. i'm gonna fill you up.”

even he was surprised when the words tumbled out of his mouth, but he didn’t have time to take it back or really think about it before you were whining and clamping down around him. and you were the prettiest thing he’d ever seen when your eyes rolled back and your back arched off of the bed, body shaking as your orgasm racked your body. it was more intense than the ones he’d given you by using his tongue and fingers — he could tell just from the way you were writhing and crying underneath him. it was such a beautiful sight, he couldn’t hold back any longer.

he shoved his cock in as deep as your pussy would allow him, cumming hard inside of you. it was one of those orgasms that was blinding, and all thoughts escaped him as he leaned into the pleasure. he was cumming in his little sister, who loved and trusted him with all her heart. it was a total violation, a complete betrayal that he could never be forgiven for. maybe that's why he was almost whimpering as you reached up and pressed your lips to his, his grip on your wrists loosening and allowing you to wrap your arms around his neck. and you were grinding against him to help him ride out his orgasm, your tongue massaging his as you moaned into his mouth.

maybe he was already forgiven.

eren

you wake yourself up with a cry, one so loud and guttural that it tore through the fabric of the wet dream you were having. you realize in the midst of your alarm that you're only crying and whining and shaking because fuck — you’re cumming.

eren was so proud of himself for coaxing an orgasm out of your sleeping body, his cock twitching inside you as you clenched and squeezed around him. and maybe you would’ve convinced yourself that it was all still part of your dream if he hadn't groaned into your ear, fucking himself deeper and harder into you as you still writhed and whimpered.

he would never forget the look of horror on your face when you finally opened your eyes, your dim nightlight granting you enough light to see your step brother's face hovering over yours. the look of absolute shock and fear as he continued pounding his cock into your pussy, tears still running down your face and more pooling in your eyes -- it would be locked away in his mind forever. you were even prettier like this: eyes all glossy and mouth hung open as you tried to process how hard you just came and the overstimulation of him fucking you through it -- and the obvious shock of waking up to your big brother on top of you.

it would’ve been easy to put you to sleep again if he really didn't want you to react, or if he was worried that you might scream. he could’ve hit you just hard enough, or choked you until you blacked out, but he would have to explain the bruises in the morning anyway. and he was really getting off on you finally seeing your big brother hold you down and bully his fat cock into you.

"e-eren?" you choked out, and it was so cute how your panic was visibly starting to set in. you were squirming, more tears slipping past your lashes as you tried to bite back moans and gasps.

"fuck, knew you'd wake up," he said in a low voice, and you almost wished the room was pitch black so you didn't have to look at his smirk. "good morning, princess. how'd you sleep?"

if you were stronger, or even smarter, you would've screamed at him to get off of you. you would have called him disgusting and threatened to tell your parents, you would have cursed and shoved and shrieked.

you felt pathetic when you didn't do any of that -- just arched your back and whined as his tip kissed your cervix with each thrust, and he held you down to keep you from running away from it.

“eren… eren!” you were gasping. “w-what are you— eren — s-stop... stop!"

God, you couldn't even talk. it was miserable the way you tried to kick your shaky legs to get him off of you, and he only used the opportunity to grip your thighs and press them against your torso. you almost screamed at the way his cock slid even deeper into you, but all of the air was knocked out of your lungs from the new position.

“yeah? you want me to stop?” he rasped, and you mewled when he rolled his hips.

he wasn't trying to shush your shrieks or whimpers because he knew you. he knew how pliant and complaisant you were, especially when it came to your mean older brother. this wasn't the first time he's done something that could get him in a lot of trouble, and he knew by now that you'd cover your own mouth to keep him from getting caught.

"come on, baby, i can't hear you," he taunted, his forehead now resting against yours as he pinned you down with his hands and his body weight. "say it like you mean it."

God, he was just so mean. he loved it when you begged and pleaded with him to leave you alone. the times when he pulled you onto his lap when your parents were in the next room, or when he flipped your skirt up as you leaned over to rest on the counter or reach something -- he loved it when your cheeks turned red and you got all worked up about it. you never cried as much as you did the first time he kissed you on the lips, holding the back of your head to keep you still as he forced his tongue into your mouth as you gasped in surprise. but you still didn't scream, or tell on him, or try very hard to keep your distance. you didn’t stop wearing his shirts to bed with nothing on underneath and your door cracked open. it was practically an invitation for him.

"s-stop it, eren! p-please stop!" you whined, and he threw his head back as he pumped his cock faster and harder.

"fuck, yeah, that's it, baby. now tell me i’m sick, tell me to get off of you." he was rasping out his words now, squeezing your thighs in a bruising grip. "come on, tell your big brother it’s too big. tell me it hurts."

he was pounding into you now, and it was too much all at once for you to take, even with the strings of your wetness connecting to his cock when he pulled out. and it was so embarrassing that you were doing exactly what he wanted you to do — begging and crying and shrieking that it was “too much!” every time he bottomed out.

you got louder each time his fat tip rubbed deep inside of you and stretched you open, and he eventually had to shut you up by forcing his tongue past your lips and swallowing all of your cries. as much as he got off on making you scream, he wasn't stupid. there was a limit to just how much noise he could let you make before he really did get caught, and he couldn't let that happen. all of your screams that his cock was too big or that you were cumming again were muffled, and all you could do was whine into his mouth as he forced another orgasm out of you.

he pulled away from the sloppy kiss when he felt his own climax hurtling towards him. he'd never cum harder in his life than he did in that moment, deep in your pussy and staring down into your teary eyes and your fucked out expression. you didn't even look scared anymore — no, you were looking at him like he placed the stars in the sky as you tangled your fingers through his hair and pulled, bucking your hips up to feel him grind against your g-spot. your eyes rolled back as his cum filled you up, taking everything he gave you as he fucked you through the overstimulation.

"God, i fucking love you, you know that?” he mumbled against your skin, kissing and sucking wherever he could reach. he was still so turned on and relieved and just so happy when you nodded your head and mumbled a weak, "love you too, eren, s-so much.”

"that's right, baby, you love your big brother," he moaned, and you were crying and writhing again as he reached his hand down to toy at your clit. "knew i could fuck it out of you."

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ur gonna luv me - armin

tw: manipulative armin, yandere-ish, 18+

note: i wrote this for a request and stupid me forgot they specifically requested noncon ! but i thought i should just post this in the mean time :)

armin is nothing if not patient. he’s the type to wait as long as it takes to earn your trust, which you give him rather easily, to his surprise. it was a bit concerning, actually, how quick you were to trust him — it just showed him how naive you really were, how much you needed him to protect you. all it took was a gentle offer to tutor you in the course he knew you struggled with the most, as well as a few surprise visits to your apartment with your favorite coffee order in hand to surprise you, and he could already see the way you started looking at him with stars in your eyes.

“how did you know this is my favorite?” you asked, and he honestly had to keep from looking at you with complete pity as he told you it was just a lucky guess.

he knew everything about you. he’d made himself quite acquainted with your living space every time you left the room, or when he’d buy himself extra time by asking you to grab the notes or textbook he left in his car. he looked at all of your trinkets, memorized each and every picture on your wall and made note of any male friends who might stand in his way. he’d read pages of your private journal — which he was elated to discover that you’d written about him more than once, dotting the i in his name with a cute little heart. knowing that you had a blossoming crush on him like a little schoolgirl was really all he needed to rationalize his behavior. it was working, just like he knew it would.

armin trains you to need him. he showers you with the attention he knows you love — compliments, praise, gentle touches — then suddenly pretends he’s too busy for you and borderline uninterested for a couple days. it’s devastating, but proves its worth as you desperately try to get his attention through random texts, calls, and more frequent posts to your social media. before you knew it, armin was the only person you thought about.

God, and when he finally knows that the two of you are completely enamored with each other, he takes full advantage. he’s just so good at making it seem like you’re taking the lead, like you’re the one initiating everything. as if he hasn’t morphed himself into who you need him to be, as if he hasn’t invaded your privacy and manipulated you into desperately clinging to him. you need his praise, his affection. you need him to tell you how smart you are, how pretty and thoughtful and perfect you are, because it feels like it only means something when it comes from him.

you need him to tell you how good you feel when you sink down on his cock, when you’re all flushed and whimpering as you struggle to take it all but loving how he coos gentle praises at you as you try. he loves feeling your little pussy tighten around him as it objects to the large intrusion, and he gets off on watching you quiver and sweat and cry above him.

“just a couple more inches to go, baby,” he breathes out. “you’re doing so well, take some more.”

and you do, because armin wants you to. he’s got you trained so well, so desperate to please him and feel his cock buried deep inside you that you’ll do anything for it. and the chants of “good girl,” “you’re doing so well,” “i know it’s too deep, baby, ‘m so proud of you” make the pain worth it. and when he angles himself into your sweet spot as he rubs his thumb in circles over your clit, you cry as you come undone on top of him, falling onto his chest as he fucks you through the waves of your orgasm.

you even take it as he chases his own climax, fucking into you harder and faster and asking you to take it just a little longer. he knows it’s too much but you’re his good girl, right? you just wanna please him, don’t you? you nod desperately, all teary-eyed and your eyes rolling back as you feel your body shaking again, and you can’t tell if it’s another orgasm or if your first one never stopped, but it’s all too intense and your head is empty as he kisses you, swirling his tongue with yours as his cum fills you up.

armin’s got you hooked on everything about him. his words, his actions, the way he fucks you until you’re passed out and leaking cum. he has you hooked on earning him, dedicated your time solely to him because the rewards he promises make it all seem so worth it. and he does it all without you realizing that you never really had a choice. <3

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toga kisses you so hungrily. she’s nasty with it, licking into your mouth and sucking on your tongue. she giggles and mewls and bites. she makes lewd noises when you run your fingers through her hair, hands trailing down her back and landing on her ass. you give it a light squeeze under her skirt as she pushes you down onto the bed by your shoulders, never breaking the wet, sloppy kiss.

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i heart you and i wanna be your girl - mitsuya x reader

warnings: rough sex (hitting, choking), daddy kink, mostly you being a manic pixie dream girl from mitsuya’s perspective

18+

they ask you who’s sweet, you tell ‘em i am

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you were always mitsuya’s good girl - his best girl. you loved the way he whistled your name as he pulled up to your place on his motorcycle, waiting for you to run out and hop on the back of it. you were something special to him, an insatiable little firecracker with a sugary sort of ditsy side he’d only seen when you were just drunk enough and looking at him like he’d put the stars in the sky.

you were mitsuya’s sweet baby when you wore that red miniskirt he loved, and he had to stop himself from bending you over in the diner you’d just finished your shift at and taking you roughly on the counter you were wiping down. he liked to hang around and smoke a couple cigarettes and watch you close up the place, smiling as you stood up on the tables and swayed your hips and sang to him, all sorts of songs about true love and wanting to be his forever. you always matched your lipstick and your nails to that little red miniskirt because you knew it drove him crazy. you both knew that all the guys at the kickback he was taking you to later would practically fall over themselves trying to light your cigarette or open your beer, but it didn’t bother him because he knew all you wanted to be was his little baby.

you were mitsuya’s wild girl - the craziest and wildest girl he’d ever met. the first time he’d ever taken you out you almost gave him a heart attack by maneuvering around him while he was going 70 on his Impulse and positioning yourself into a straddle in front of him, arms around his neck and staring up at him with hearts in your eyes. he couldn’t believe what you had just done and how hard his cock strained against his pants as you laughed wildly at the look on his face, and he knew he loved you when you chanced a kiss to his chest, and then his jaw as he tried to keep his eyes on the road. your trembling body was holding onto him for dear life, but he could see that this was what freedom was to you.

the first time he ever fucked you was not too long after that in the motel room you’d been living out of that matched your sadness and your free spirit perfectly, and you were practically delirious on his cock from the moment his fat tip stretched you out. you were whining and moaning and begging him to hit you harder, harder, each time he thrust into you. and you cried when he choked you, not because it hurt, but because it was the closest to heaven you’d ever gotten when you were lightheaded and couldn’t breathe and his tip was toying with your g-spot. and those hearts were still in your eyes as you stared up at him through the tears and choked out a small daddy, i’m gonna- and bucked your hips up pathetically to match his thrusts with your trembling legs. and you could’ve screamed if it hadn’t been for his unrelenting grip on your throat as you finally clamped down around his length and orgasmed, and your whole body was shaking and the tears were still slipping past your lashes, and your ass and breasts and face were all bright red and stinging from where you begged him to be rough with you. and you were the prettiest sight he’d ever seen as he came, groaning your name and thrusting his cum deep inside you while your eyes rolled back and fluttered closed, cherishing the feeling of his pulsing cock and whimpering daddy, daddy, daddy over and over like a prayer.

now here you were, running out to meet him like you did every day right at golden hour, and so the night would begin. you’d hop on the back of his bike and hang onto him as he drove through the streets of tokyo, and you’d ghost your lips against his ear at red lights, and he’d tell you that he loved you over and over - sometimes quietly to himself, sometimes breathlessly as he kissed you goodbye when you started your shift at the diner. and he’d write it on the napkins when he eventually missed you too much and he and the boys came in at closing for a late night coffee. and then he’d whisk you off and take you to the movies or wherever the gang was partying that night, and you’d drink and kiss and have a good time. and he’d take you back to the little apartment you’d upgraded to since becoming his girl, and he’d fuck you until you couldn’t speak - until you could only kiss him messily and whine out his name as he pounded into you and called you his good little girl, his baby love. and then you’d lay on his chest, not all the way there after he’d fucked you half-conscious, mindlessly kissing his neck and his jaw as he rubbed your back. and then he’d light a cigarette and hold you while you slept, moving the hair from your face and kissing you every so often.

and these nights went on, and on, and on.

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sneak preview of something with Armin… 💗

“please, y-you shouldn’t do this,” you managed to choke out, fresh tears spilling over your eyes as you stared up at him. but you weren’t sure why you couldn’t stop crying. maybe it was because your body was betraying you, and you felt so powerless and weak as your back arched and your legs spread open for him. “i w-won’t tell anyone.”

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hi cute lil angel <3 tell me some hcs about u and your faves immediately. ….. make it as nasty as you want u silly psycho

omg not my current fav being sasuke. gotta write for him asap.

tw: noncon, 18+

but anyway hehe i can’t lie one of the only things on the brain rn is mitsuya beating me up while we fuck 😣💗 he would definitely tell me to take it and that i deserve it when he’s choking me until i almost pass out 🥺 sometimes he pretends to sympathize with me, mirroring my facial expressions and the way i gasp when he first puts it in, and he’s cooing at me and telling me he knows it’s big, he knows it’s a lot, but if i wanna be his good girl i’ll just have to take it.

omgomg and maybe step bro! ushijima nonconning me 😣 and he’s got me bent over the desk in his room the second we’re home alone. and i just beg him to stop, to slow down, to at least give me time to adjust, but he doesn’t hear any of it. he’s just too focused on the way his cock doesn’t even fit inside me 💔 and how pretty i look with my skirt flipped up and his hand around my throat, pulling me back until i’m forced to take him until i’m filled to the brim with his cock and i start to cum 💗 and the way he loses his fucking mind when i cry and whimper for him to please, please stop ! that he’s gonna make me cum again ! 🥺 older brother toshi fucks me every chance he gets, but i can just never get used to his huge cock 💔💔 also ushijima = tummy bulge

oh oh and another step bro! eren making me give him head 🥺 and he’s just got the prettiest cock i’ve ever seen 🥹 it’s so perfect and the head just feels so big and heavy in my mouth i almost forget how wrong it is, that he snuck into my room while i was sleeping to make me suck him off. but when i start to enjoy the way he thrusts into my mouth and grips my hair, my brain gets all fuzzy and i find it romantic ❣️he just can’t get enough of me 🥺

idk if these count as headcanons but this is where my brain goes 😣💗 thanks for letting me indulge love u so much😣💗💗

[wh0rrorb4by]

and it felt like a kiss - eren x reader

tw: abuse, toxic relationship, noncon/dubcon, biker eren, wrote this while listening to ride by lana del rey

18+

you met eren in the winter of your life. it was sad to admit but he was your only summer, the only true freedom you'd ever tasted and felt. you met him when you were down on your luck, waitressing at a diner to pay your way through life and the bills that were piling up. he was a regular. you always knew him as the guy with the pretty eyes who liked his coffee black and steaming hot - and occasionally the guy who gave you a nice smile as he told you to have a nice day, miss before getting on his motorcycle and speeding off.

you didn't know how you two became so wrapped up in each other. it was a slow thing, and then it was happening all at once. the rides on the back of his motorcycle, breathing in the night air and the smell of his cigarettes as you clung to his leather jacket. drinking and smoking and laughing and dancing with him, and the times you broke down and cried in his arms about everything that had ever happened to you in your life. reading your poetry and short stories to him each night as he laid shirtless next to you, his eyes staring up at the ceiling and tears threatening to spill over his lash line. everything you wrote was about him - what you saw in him, what he confided in you, how he hurt you, how heavenly he made you feel. he usually had to get drunk to bear hearing about himself from your perspective. he wondered why you stuck around with a guy like him.

maybe it was what you had in common: two people who had nothing and wanted everything, both with an obsession for freedom and an insatiable desire for new experiences.

maybe it was your key differences: you were soft where he was rough. you were forgiving where he was violent.

he liked that you never hit back. he liked that after everything you were still a good girl, that you never drank past your limit, that you hated when he blew smoke in your face. he liked that you were in touch with your darkest fantasies, and that no matter how much you cried, it still turned you on when he acted like a brute. deep down you wanted a man like him, a rebel without a care in the world, a guy who would tear off your white babydoll chemise and take you roughly in your shared motel room. even when you cowered and shoved and begged him to stop as he stuffed you full, you were still dripping wet and cumming around him as soon as he granted you permission.

you needed a man like him. you needed someone to ground you when you got too spacey and sad and lonely for your own good. you needed a man who could force you into positions that made your body ache as he pounded into your sweet spot. a man who made you delirious and reduced you to tears as he fucked you good and hard, even when you told him you didn't want it. a man who wasn't afraid to smack you around, but who always kissed the red stinging marks away.

you needed eren, and he needed you.

~

[wh0rrorb4by]

physically cannot stop myself from writing stepbro eren i cannot stop myself there is more on the way

[wh0rrorb4by]

ATTACK ON TITAN

nsfw (18+)

ARMIN

stepbro somno!

ur gonna luv me

EREN

and it felt like a kiss

4:20am

stepbro somno!

meanie

fics (** = nsfw, 18+)

[nothing here yet. check back again soon.]

note: this list will be updated regularly. requests are open for any character or scenario of your choosing - though i do have the right to reject any request that i feel i cannot fulfill. please enjoy.

[wh0rrorb4by]

if u sent a request and u see this pls pls don’t think i’m ignoring it 😭! i’m just stupid and have writer’s block but i’m working on it and i love u 🫶🫶

[wh0rrorb4by]

rereading your own work is so embarrassing sometimes

[wh0rrorb4by]

just wanna be mitsuya’s little baby. just want him to think for me, buy me cute little presents, and smack me around until i’m crying while he’s fucking me.

[wh0rrorb4by]

i’m gonna write and post more just need some free time to do so first 😭 i have so many draken drafts just wait besties 💗💗