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𝒞𝒪𝒩𝒯𝒜𝐼𝒩𝒮 ⨾ ( 4k+ ) words of . . . nsfw, eren jäeger x fem reader ( black coded ), eren is german/turkish, he speaks a looot of german, established relationship, pussywhipped!eren, linguerotics, size kink, missionary, mating press, spanking, light choking, biting, creampie, use of pet names ( e.g. angel, princess, schatzi, papa, daddy, etc. ) explicit language, lowercase intended, minors shoo!
𝓂𝓎 𝓁ℴ𝓋ℯ 𝓁ℯ𝓉𝓉ℯ𝓇.ᐟ🪽 ⸻ based off this ask! i wrote this in one sitting so pls bear with me lol >.< i've just been feelin oh so sappy in loveee for eren lately, and the thought of him groaning broken german into ur ear . . wow i think i just creamed ooof lord . i'm excited to be officially diving back into aot with this piece! it's a lil something sweet for his belated birthday until the real treat finishes baking! thank you so much for reading, and please enjoy! ❤︎
𝐼𝒩𝒮𝑃𝒪 𝑇𝑅𝒜𝒞𝒦.ᐟ ( ♫ ) angel, the weeknd ⨾ too deep, dvsn ⨾ do it well, dvsn
when it comes to love, eren is vocal. he finds it to be the most beautiful language, unspoken yet understood through warmth, heart, touch. that’s what make it come easy to him.
despite his many tongues, he isn't a man who lingers over words. not deliberately, at least. there isn't any careful scripting to the way he speaks, no rehearsed cadence meant to charm or ensnare. and yet, somehow, he always knows what to say.
he knows. that exact murmur that'll settle warm against your ear, low and smooth when he instructs you to stay close, hold onto him, spread your legs wider, arch your back further . . . he knows, the subtle shift in tone that sends a ripple down your spine, the kind that makes your body listen. his voice moves through him without thought.
when considering his mother tongue, though, you almost feel as though he avoids it with you. eren doesn’t go out of his way to shape his tongue around german, not when he knows the meaning would be lost somewhere between his lips and your understanding. he never makes any deliberate attempt to impress you with a language you can't follow. he speaks to you in ways you will understand, in ways that settle easily into you, invoke your pretty smile.
it’s his pet names that linger instead— sounding all soft and familiar, worn warm from use. the ones he returns to without thinking, like second nature. schatzi. simply sweet. ever so precious. the word curls from his mouth with an ease that feels almost absentminded, yet never careless. and liebling, his favorite, his darling. it’s usually spoken quieter, closer, like it belongs to you and him alone.
those are the few words you come to know. not by translation, but how they’re given. by the way his voice lowers around them, the way they brush against your skin like something tangible.
mixed by blood, eren's heritage lives in the small details about him more than anything else; his cadence, his features, his mannerisms. he doesn't necessarily talk about it. his tongues, german and turkish, live elsewhere. like in fleeting moments on the phone with his family, voice softened with a familiarity different from the kind he shows you.
it's admirable, how effortlessly he slips into the rhythm of home when catching up with his mother and father. you hear it only then, in fragments and tones, something distant. you try to glimpse into that part of him, but he leaves it unshared.
it isn't that your boyfriend withholds any aspects of his life, or his culture, from you. rather, he lets untranslatable words fall as they come, shaped more by his feeling than intentionality. there's a certain intimacy in that. he thinks that you don't have to understand every syllable to feel the weight of it.
because with him, it's about how it lingers in the space between you long after the words have fallen away.
you know eren doesn’t make much use of deutsch in his everyday life, no. it remains tucked away as the one thing he doesn't reach for, but something that exists all the same. and maybe, that's what makes it all the more enticing, when it surfaces in the moments his control finally begins to slip.
it’s in those instances, when his breath grows uneven and composure frays at the edges, that something from deep within him begins to rise unbidden. words he doesn't consciously choose, tones he typically wouldn't shape, leaving him in a low, broken lilt. there's nothing intentional about it, just the rawness of instinct when the sensation is so overwhelming that he can't help himself any longer.
and in that unraveling, there's something disarmingly sensual. not just the act itself, or the hot slide of his hands when he touches you, but a side of him that can't be hidden away, revealed only when he's too far gone to hold it back.
"scheisse!"
it slips out of him without warning. his mind’s so muddled by the way your dewy walls squeeze his cock that he doesn’t even think to translate. he’s drawn fully into the hilt of your gushing pussy, his presence heavy both in-and-outside of you. he's got you splayed out on your back, displayed ever so beautifully, soft textured hair fanning out on the pillows, like that of a halo. how fitting, for his precious angel.
eren has you tucked under the breadth of him and slovenly folded into missionary, your body immovably pressed beneath the heat and heaviness of his imposing frame. his attention narrows on you, you, you, until nothing else seems to exist outside of it.
your trembling right leg is held in his palm, secured at the pit of your knee as he guides it up against your shoulder as a means to fucks deeper into you. his other hand rests hot upon your waist, grip tightening whenever you react, kneading at warm brown flesh whenever you clamp down on him. he's unrelenting with how he draws out, plows in, does it again, again, again. dense clapping resounds in hollow echoes throughout the dim bedroom of his penthouse.
"e—ren! eren, erennn,” his name falls fractured from your lips, each syllable hitching as it leaves you. he hears it, and something in him shifts. a slow, unmistakable reaction that pulls at the corner of his mouth before it fully settles into a smile. it spreads wide, brazen and sharp in a way that looks as feral as he feels; all teeth, cutting sharp and boyish across his face, features drawn tight with ardor.
pleasure has already taken hold of him; face flushed, sweat gathering and rolling in narrow paths down his skin. his dark manbun sits slightly undone at the base of his head, loose strands slipping free to cling to his temples and the nape of his neck, his tattooed body damp with the same heat that coats him. his brows, thick and dark, knit tightly together, while his bright-teal eyes stay intense and wild, fixed on you with a look that doesn’t waver. you’re his maker and weakness alike, the only thing holding his focus together as he unravels for you.
"komm schon, engel," eren dips low, his large frame folding over yours, shoulders rounding as he closes the space between you, brushing the plush of your lips with his own. "hngh, wha—?" you whine against his mouth, needing of clarity. his breath is warm and close when he murmurs, earnest for a taste of your lips, "küss mich."
you don’t fully comprehend him, but eren closes the gap regardless, until there’s nowhere left for your voice to go but into him. his large hand lifts up, cups your jaw nice and steady, tilts you upwards just enough to meet him as he presses his lips to yours. firm at first, then deeper, more claiming than it is gentle. when he pulls back, it’s only by a breath’s width, enough for the curve of his smile to linger against your mouth.
his hips take to a slow roll, grinding into yours so sweetly. the rounded end of his hard cock nudges the inner pudge of your softest spots, with the lean ridge of his pelvis brushing over the sensitive peak of your clit. the both of you hold no inhibitions, breaths pouring into each other's mouths in uneven waves, panting and moaning with not a sound refrained.
him and you, you and him, him in you. all sense becomes lost in a heated slew of sloppy strokes and the wettest kisses. he's making such a mess of you; stealing your breath, bruising your flesh, fucking stirring your insides.
for eren, countless sensations begin to merge. your velveteen walls are clamping down, tight, on his pulsing dick, dripping and sobbing all over the length of it. then there's the way you cling to him, just ferocious. the powder-white arch of your fresh nails do well at drawing fiery marks down the broad plane of his tatted back. his olive skin is warm and damp under your palms, glowing sheen with a film of sweat.
your breath brushes against the reddening shell of his pierced ear, sounds uneven and soft in a way that makes him grow impossibly harder. eren responds in kind, groans amplified, his hold at your waist tightening just enough to keep you anchored to the you-shaped dip in his king sized mattress. you're so pretty, so perfect; behaving so well that all he wants to do is just give you more.
so he does.
"shh, lass mich einfach . . stillhalten." eren’s hands span down your shaking thighs, dancing around around your calf until they close around both of your ankles. his fingers wrap fully, thumbs rubbing circles while the rest of his grip adjusts you without effort. he translates what he knows you didn't catch, "don't move."
eren shapes the physical space between you, and he continues to bend you at angles until the right silhouette is captured. he brings your knees toward your shoulders, folding the form until thighs press firmly against the core of your tummy. shifting his weight low, he transitions into a deep squat, strong thighs flexed as he assumes the position of sitting on his haunches, all without pulling out of you.
with the new vantage, he drives forward and plunges into the tightness of you with sudden, intense momentum that draws the sharpest, most involuntary cry from your lungs— a sound that brings a knowing smile to his face. eren frees self-satisfied laughter. much too clever, he always manages to pry out the very reaction he sought to provoke. he finds your body familiar, too easy to mold, to play with.
"ffuuuck! p-please, papaaa, please—"
his response comes rippling out as an unintended growl, sourced from the depths of his chest, and the bass of it makes you clench helplessly around him. with every surge, every thrust forward, he loses another piece of his restraint. an especially taut squeeze of your soaked pussy is all it takes for his snark to dissolve into total surrender.
"fuck . . du bist so eng," his words grow reckless to match just how you undo him. he rambles on about just how tight you are, freeing terribly desperate praise and german incoherencies. he's too far gone to realize he'd even switched languages. frankly, eren doesn't even know what he's saying anymore, and you sure as hell don’t either. it’s hard to follow when he’s digging you out like that; hips slamming down, the fat of his balls clapping against the seam of your ass with every thrust.
more foreign words tumble from his lips— dark, guttural, yet somehow melodic, leaving you in a haze of both lust and confusion. despite it, your body understands the intent perfectly. the way you arch into him, cunt swallowing every known inch of his dick whole, slick walls clamping around him like a desperate vice, tells him everything he needs to know.
eren finally seems to be returning to himself, eyes clearing as he grows aware; and with that, comes the teasing. another predatory smirk pulls at his mouth as he realizes just how cockdrunk he’s made you, sensitive even down to the veins that drag within you. and so, he draws out the friction, slows his pace to an agonizing crawl, buries himself into you with impossible depth.
each heavy thrust knocks at your cervix and prods at the very limit of you, blunt and demanding, as if he’s trying to leave his mark on your very soul. he's so all-consuming that the heady scent of his skin and the licking heat of his salt-slicked body fills your lungs. you’re crying, you think, unsure as to when it started. all you know is you’re breathing him in, tasting the raw, primal edge of him with every gasp and tear you choke on.
"aww, poor baby,” he croons, tone darkened with condescend, “macht dich das an, schatzi?" he murmurs, the grunted slew of german humming against your skin. he’s asking if it turns you on— the suddenly rough shift into his mother tongue, and though the meaning of his words escape your mind, you can only nod helplessly, teeth sinking into the swell of your spit-streaked lip as a flush burns across your chest.
"feels good, yeah? i'm fucking you so deep, aren't I? mm, c'mon, angel . . . talk to me, talk to daddy." he eases more of his weight onto your pressed frame, feeding you deep, languid strokes so slow you can hear the wetness sloshing.
"yeahhh, it's good, er-en . . hnn, feelssogood, daddy," his name tears out of you in a pulled shudder, the syllables breaking over one another. it’s the type of sound that invites his wolfish grin, curled with a special kind of satisfaction. his smile is purely predatory when he gets to hitching your leg up higher, rocking into you faster. the lewdness of unfiltered noise begins to swell throughout the room.
before long, you're both trembling over the pace he’s taken; his fingers twitching along your pushed-up thighs, while you're left grappling for purchase along his bulging, corded biceps, your fingers digging into the sinuous centipede inked across his firm rounded muscle. frantically, you cling to one another as the world outside seems to fade away.
eren leans in, ink-dark strands escaping his hairtie, feathering your neck, and cascading over his shoulder to curtain your faces. overzealous, he captures your lips with his own once more, silencing your soft sounds with a deep kiss that tastes as saccharine as love itself, wettened by the salted twinge of adrenaline. his moans tumble out of him helplessly once you get to licking at his tongue. he juts it out for you to suckle on.
the tension brews to a fever pitch. you’re close, and so is he.
"komm und hol mich," he wants—no, needs you to cum with for, pleads in breathless sounds so gritty that you can feel them pass through your bones. those bright-teal eyes, glassed over with brimming tears of pleasure, desperately lock onto yours. his touch is just as urgent.
eren brings the calloused pad of his thumb to your clit, each deliberate rub a targeted press that sends fresh jolts of heat spiraling through your tummy, makes your hips buck up into the onslaught. his breath comes out in ragged puffs as his fleshy, kiss-bruised lips meet your ear, grazing the shell, words unfamiliar yet sweet all the same. “komm auf meinen schwanz, bitte.” the vulnerable rawness of his voice is a love language all in its own. something in you knows to follow his command, even if the meaning is a mystery.
that building pressure low in your gut begins to coil, tightening into a concentrated knot that demands release. it’s a heavy, mercurial ache that pulses in sync with his movements, making your vision swim as you reach the precipice. your every nerve-ending screams for the sweet, sweet release that only his next deliberate strike can provide.
as for eren, his focus is simply fractured; hands moving with a restlessness that betrays how close he is to the edge. he lifts his free hand to knead and possess the soft weight of your right breast, his grip firm and demanding, before his fingers lift to heedlessly lace around your neck, as a means to keep you pinned in the middle of storm of his movements.
that same grasp trails away from pressing your artery, slinks down, and squeezes a big, greedy handful of ass into one palm alone. he delivers one smack— two, three. the fourth leaves red in its wake, blooming faint along warm-brown flesh. he merely smiles when you mewl at him.
the combination he grants you is far too much, too fucking frantic; the stinging heat of his palm against your skin and the possessive weight of his hand at your throat leaves you feeling hazy and unmoored, your thoughts dissolving into a thoughtless, honeyed fog.
a few more of those slowed, plunging thrusts, paired with how nicely he toys with your puffy clit, is what finally shatters the dam and sends rolling waves of your orgasm to crash right through you. it washes over, heavy and thick, the feeling purely electric as it zips through the base of your spine all the way down to your tightly curled toes. your quivering legs lock around his lean waist as he fucks you through the height of it, dark-chestnut hair swinging over hunched shoulders.
"don't you let go yet— m'not done." eren rasps against your agape lips, voice a broken wreck. he taps your soft cheek in two firm pats once your eyes begin to flutter shut, peers at you through hooded eyes, forcing bitten words out through grit teeth, "look at me, schatzi," his fingers tangle into the soft, dense curls of your hair to tilt your head his way. "you came so fuckin' hard, tell me you felt that—shit! mm, p-please, baby . . tell me you’re mine."
you manage to open your mouth, try for an answer, but every brutal impact of his hips knocks the air from your chest, splintering your voice into meaningless little sounds. the rhythm of his pounding, loud and heavy, turns shaky and imprecise as he utterly loses the battle for control. you can see the strain in the way his adam’s apple bobs in his throat, his breath hitching as he teeters on the edge.
eren frames your face with a sudden tenderness, his large hands encompassing either side of your head as if you’re the only thing keeping him tethered to the earth itself. he pulls you in until your foreheads touch, eyes locking in a feral, heavy-lidded stare that teases at his release. you babble out his name with every sloppy knock of his hips.
your inner walls clamp down in a steady, involuntary pulse around him, and the friction becomes too much for him to bear. then comes a guttural sound, ripping straight from his chest, followed by a smaller, vulnerable whimper echoes out almost like a plea:
"scheisse, ich komme— fffuuuck!"
he jolts forward with an almost animalistic force, burying himself to the very hilt as the first warm, heavy spurts of his release spill free from his cockhead and into your awaiting womb. you feel him throbbing deeply within your silken walls, the pulsing erratic as he stuffs your cunt with thick loads of his cum; filling you, emptying himself.
a hushed stillness sets over eren's thirtieth-floor apartment. all movement drifts to a weighty pause; until, eren eventually collapses his full weight onto you with a long, shuddering sigh. the solid, unyielding mass of him drives a soft huff out from your throat, pinning you into the charcoal sheets in a way that feels strangely grounding.
his inked forearms bind around you like vines, pulling your bodies flush-tight until there’s no room left between you. in turn, you drape your arms over the broad expanse of his back, your thumbs tracing soothing circles over the angry, reddened lines of skin you tore.
"ugh— rennie, you're heavy."
"mmn." is his heedless response. you both lie there in a tangled, breathless heap of afterglow, your lungs working for shallow air as the adrenaline begins to recede. after threading through the dark, damp silk of his long hair, weaving and undoing braids in the same sitting, your arms finally loosen their hold around his nape. eren nuzzles his face into the soft swell of your breasts, the tip of his nose grazing the sensitive bone of your sternum as he seeks out your warmth.
a small, balmy laugh escapes you, the sound light and surreal against the dense, syrup-thick atmosphere. the air is heavy, saturated with the salt-sharp scent of skin, the musk of his cologne, the lingering sugar of your arab perfume, and the sweet, pungent tang of your collective release— a sensory memento of every orgasm you just shared.
"damn . .” the silence breaks around his voice, low and winded, “didn't think y’had a kink for that."
"hmm," you blink slow, the wisps of your curled lashes fluttering. "for what?"
"uh-uh, don't play dumb now," eren noses your jugular, tickling your neck with a nudge so fleeting you can’t help but break, a shy giggle bubbling up and out into the open. "could've just told me you wanted me to switch languages, princess."
“i didn't even know i’d enjoy something like that so much," you bite down on a drowsy laugh, manicured fingers lifting to idly twirl a stray, dark lock of his hair. you’re secretly glad his hair-tie finally snapped under the pressure.
"i like the way your brain just . . . shorts out when you hear it. makes you so . . ." a kiss, breaking the pattern of speech, is pressed to your upturned lips, so pink and soft.
“—much more," another, then a suckle to your jaw, "—responsive." there's a gravel-like texture to the sound of his teasing. "i don't think i've ever heard you get that loud before, baby."
eren hums aloud onto your skin, a low rumble of pure satisfaction that thrums low in his throat and vibrates against your chest. he shifts his weight just enough to pepper wet, uncoordinated kisses along the sensitive expanse of your throat, his every movement sluggish with pleasure.
“verdammt gut,” he murmurs against your skin, testing the effect he has over you, simply wishing to witness how tightly you’d pulse around him in response. sure enough, he smiles to himself when you do, walls clamping down where he remains stuffed inside you. a whispered moan falls from you, eyes screwed impossibly tight.
his lips latch to your pulse as he mouths praises you don’t need to translate to understand. the meaning sounds as sweet as his kisses taste. “du bist so gut, liebling.” even though his brain's misted over with lust, and his dick is still warmly nestled deep inside you, he can’t help but nip playful marks into your flesh. you find yourself cooing at his affections, your fingers tangling in the deep-brown spill of his hair as you shallowly rock your hips over his softening cock.
he mumbles more foreign little nothings into the damp, sweat-slicked crook of your neck, the tone so tender it feels like a physical caress.
“ich liebe dich so sehr, angel . . .” he breathes, the confession soft and embracing against your skin. the meaning devotional, unmistakable: he loves you, he loves you, he loves you.
the ardency of the past hour's lovemaking seems to evaporate, leaving only the two of you sinking in the cooling sheets. from the crevice of your chest to his broadened one, your hearts beat heavy against one another in a synced tempo.
with one last, lingering kiss to your collarbone, eren lets his heavy eyelids fall shut. the silence that follows isn't empty. instead, it’s full and warm, smelling of salt, sandalwood, and the raw fragrancy of his adoration.
the darkness of the room feels like a protective veil. in the stillness, with his warmth still grounding you and his scent filling your lungs, you finally let your own eyes close, drifting into a deep, dreamless sleep cradled in the arms of the man who loves you more than he has the words to say.
happy (belated) 420 to my bby plug!eren & all those who celebrate!! here’s a little something bc i miss my honey hehe—wc: 4.1k//cw include: HEAVY GUN KINK!!!, drug usage (weed), unprotected sex, nasty kisses, dirty talk, slight daddy kink, riding, creampie! inspo vids: 1 & 2 & 3
it was no secret to anyone that eren was packing in more ways than one.
firstly, there was the third leg that sat heavily between his thick thighs—and then there was moira; a matte black glock 19 that rarely saw the light of day, but was still tucked away somewhere with him at all times.
you don’t know why he gave it such a silly name, and you never bothered to ask because sometimes eren just did shit because he could.
‘i keep it for my safety, and especially yours,” is what he always told you with a sweet kiss to your forehead.
he knew you weren’t into guns . . like, at all, and that’s why he never brought it out around you at the beginning of your relationship.
but then one day, he unfortunately had to whip it out in your presence which was a lot. seeing him pull it out like he was actually gonna use it scared you, but it also shamefully turned you on more than it should’ve. as insane as it sounded, there was just something about him using it in your honor that made your cunt pulse.
and then it was brought out during sex.
the adrenaline rush you got from having his unloaded gun pointed at you had you feeling fucking feral, and don’t even get me started on when he wanted you to point it at him while he was slurping at your pussy.
that was the first time you ever held his glock, and even though it was unloaded, the mere feeling of the cold metal underneath your fingertips had ice running through your veins.
and just now you got that same feeling, only this time, his gun was very much loaded, and ready to be used.
eren has shown you how to use his gun plenty of times for safety reasons, so you knew how to handle it without causing harm to yourself or others, but you’ve never actually held it and felt it out until now.
it was definitely heavier with bullets inside. you couldn’t help but wonder how he walked around so casually with it.
“geez . .” you muttered, french tipped nails tracing along the barrel. it was cold to the touch, bringing goosebumps to your bare skin.
you were supposed to be journaling, and scheduling out the next few weeks in your planner, but curiosity eventually got the best of you.
eren was in the living room, man spreading on the couch with a blunt perched between his tatted fingers while he spoke to his supplier. that kinda stuff bored you, and it was only time eren wouldn’t entertain your antics. paw at his thigh one time, and you’re suddenly met with the scariest death stare of all time, and a deep frown.
the man was very serious about his business.
so while he talked about god knows what with levi, you brought your pretty ass to your shared room, and well . . . here we are.
the thing about your boyfriend, though, is that he has these spidey-like senses that alert him whenever you’re up to no good.
so when it was too quiet in the other room for more than ten minutes, he definitely had some suspicions.
“yeah . . yeah, i gotcha. i can stop by tomorrow night if that’s cool with you. my girl, and i got dinner plans tonight . . mhm. yeah, that’s cool. i’ll see you tomorrow night then . . bye.”
click!
eren tossed his phone aside with a sigh, and looked towards the bedroom, where still not a peep was heard.
thank god you really couldn’t hear for shit, so it was pretty easy for him to sneak up on you, and see what you were up to.
and it was just as he thought—instead of journaling and planning out your week like you said, you were on his side of bed, crouched over like you were hiding something.
he noticed that his bedside drawer was open, and that’s when the dots started to connect. a smirk curled at his full lips.
“whatcha doin’?”
“a-ah?! ren, you dummy, y-you scared me!” you huffed, quickly setting the glock back in the drawer. heat rose to your cheeks, and bells of embarrassment rung back and forth between your ears. “i just wanted to hold it for a second . . i’m sorry.”
eren was quick to shake his head, slipper clad feet slowly making their way over to you. “don’t be sorry, baby. you know i’ve been wantin’ you to get your own, so don’t feel embarrassed for being curious.” he plucked a raw cone that was sitting behind his ear, and brought it to his lips, “you wanna light this f’me?”
you didn’t know what it was was, but there was something so attractive about him smiling down at you with that cone dangled between his pretty lips.
blindly, you searched for a lighter, and luckily found one next to the glock. the metal grazed icily against your skin as your fingers wrapped around the lighter. “of course i do.”
he leant down a bit more, emerald eyes never once leaving yours.
a thick, yellow tinted cloud of smoked escaped past his lips before he inhaled it back in. “thank you, pretty girl,” he hummed, exhaling the smoke just a few inches above your head. “now may i ask why you were messing with moira?”
“i wasn’t messing with nothing, babe, honest! i just wanted to hold it for a minuteee,” you arms slithered around his slim waist, pulling him in closer. “i don’t know how you carry that around with you all the time. it’s so heavy.”
your lips parted in a breathy sigh when he caressed at your jaw, almost like you were waiting for him to do something.
“you get used to it after a while. feels like nothin’ to me now . . and i don’t mind that you wanted to hold her—”
“why do you call it a her? i thought that was just for, like, cars, and boats, and stuff,” you interrupted with a raised brow. “and why moira of all names? is it from the nineteen-hundreds?”
eren just laughed, the corners of his eyes crinkling together cutely. “here,” he muttered, placing the raw cone between your parted lips.
“i call her a she because . . i don’t know. it just feels right, and i referred to her as moira as a joke at first, but it kinda just stuck.” he plucked the cone from between your lips, and brought it back up to his own. “as i was saying before—i don’t mind that you wanted to hold her. you already know i been wantin’ you to get one of your own.”
the world was a dangerous place. and during a time when men were on constant power trips, and hurting random, innocent women, eren wanted you to be fully prepared for any, and everything if he wasn’t there.
but you were just not into guns.
you let out a small laugh, nimble fingers making their way up to the drawstrings on his sweats. “the day i get a gun is the day i take your credit card off my apple pay. never gonna happen, baby.”
“so pepper spray, and a pink, bedazzled pocket knife it is, hm?”
his breath hitched only slightly when you tugged lightly at his sweats. “alwayssss,” you grinned, resting your chin on his lower abdomen.
for a moment, you both just stared at one another. the sexual tension was thicker than the tinted smoke eren french inhaled, and with each passing second, you could feel his cock growing harder.
“you know i’d kill for you, right?”
your lashes fluttered, a dopey smile spreading across your lips. “yes, baby. you tell me that at least three times a week.”
“and you know m’serious too . . if anybody ever put you in harms way—i wouldn’t even hesitate.”
“yes, ren. i know.”
“does that scare you?”
he placed the cone between your lips against again, and you shook your head. this made him raise a brow, “not even a little?”
god, you were stroking his ego so bad, and you probably knew it by the way your were looking at him, and talking in that syrupy sweet voice that had his dick twitching.
“no, rennie,” with a final inhale, you were stubbing the bitter tasting weed out, and refocusing your attention on him—specifically the waistband of his sweats. “i think it’s really sweet actually . . that you care so much about me.”
in an instant, eren’s wife beater was pushed up just above the hardened ridges on his abdomen. kiss after kiss from your plush lips littered the entire area, bringing him to a full hard on. “touch it,” you heard him rasp from above.
your tongue poked out, wet and pink, and trailed over the throbbing bulge. the look on his face was priceless. feral with a tinge of shock.
“mm, kiss this instead.”
and then you felt something cold against your temple. a shiver ran down your back, and goosebumps blossomed around the entirety of your body.
the only thing that was almost better than your orgasm face was the look you had right now. scared, but also pathetically needy.
a whimper bubbled in the back of your throat as you pressed a kiss to it, and then another. eventually, you poked your tongue out, but justttt a little bit.
“look at my two favorite girls french kissin’.”
“ugh, ren! don’t be crude!” your lips pushed into a pout making eren laugh harder. he nudged the weapon underneath your chin, forcing you to look up before setting it back inside the drawer.
“heh . . cute.”
when he started bunching up his hair, you knew it was go time—the shirt you were wearing now tossed to the side without a second thought. this left you almost bare, the only article on clothing on you being a pair of baby pink panties.
“you excited for our date tonight?” he asked you, casual as ever like he wasn’t about to give you some serious work. “been waiting to take you there for months.”
as he pulled off his shirt, your doe-like eyes immediately zeroed in on the swirls of ink that covered his arms and chest. his bottoms were next to go.
“y-yeah, i’m really exci—oh!”
before you could even get four words out, eren was pulling you to the edge of the bed by your legs in one, swift tug. “you gonna wear that pretty dress i bought you? the pink one with the lace?”
while he awaited for your response, his fingers curled into the waistband of your panties, pulling them just below the soft mound of your cunt. when you didn’t say anything, his eyes flicked to yours. “well, are you?”
“y-yes, rennie. i am, i promise.”
he let out a hum of approval, and tugged your panties down the rest of the way, exposing your slicked pussy to the cool air.
“i like when you pick out my outfits,” you added, batting your lashes up at him.
his hand instantly wrapped around your throat, applying little to no pressure, meanwhile the other grabbed ahold of his twitching cock. the thick head swiped between your chubby folds once, twice, before slowly pushing in.
“slow, rennie,” you gasped out, trying your absolute best to ease up for him. “k-kiss me?”
“mhmmm.”
then his lips were against yours, the new angle causing him to push more of his dick between the tight confines of your silken walls. he just kissed you like that for a while. all slow n’ nasty until he was able to build up a steady rhythm.
“don’t stop,” you mewled against his lips, parting them more so he was able to slip his tongue into your mouth. it laved over yours, and then he was sucking on it making you whine.
the bun he put his hair in was messy, rushed, and was falling apart within minutes of him fucking you. soon, a curtain of brunette hair covered you both much to his dismay. “ngh, s-stupid hair tie. hold on, baby—”
“just leave it, honey—don’t stop,” you repeated desperately, bringing your hands up to cup his cheeks. “y-you feel s’good!”
“shit—yeah? you like when i fuck you all sweet?” there was nothing sweet about the way his cock was drilling into you, but it sure did feel like it with the way he was talking you through it. “don’t forget to breathe.”
just as he said that, you released a long breath you didn’t even know you were holding, your chest rising and falling rapidly. “good girl. jus’ keep on breathing, and let rennie fuck you like you deserve.”
you didn’t need to be told twice, your body going completely limp as eren fucked into you harder, deeper. a tatted hand gripped at the back of your knee, and slung it over his waist, the new angle bringing hearts to your eyes.
then eren’s phone started ringing.
and it wasn’t just anyone, it was levi. you could tell by the ringtone because eren has designated ringtones for all his important contacts—you included.
with the sound of skin slapping and heavy pants, you were hoping he wouldn’t hear the familiar sound and stop. this was not the case.
“a-ah, fuck. that’s levi callin’, baby—”
your man let out a noise of confusion when you covered his ears, and pulled him in close, smushing your lips against his. “just ignore ittttt,” you whined into the kiss, only for eren to let out a groan of disapproval.
“if you pull out m’not letting you back in.”
“oh really?” the brunette chuckled. “you better hold on then.”
he swooped you up with ease, apologizing in the form of a kiss to your chin for the sudden movement. his cock was deep and snug inside of you, the thick veins that wrapped around the base now throbbing erratically against your gooey walls.
it felt good, like, really good, but you couldn’t let him know this because he found a loophole out of your threat!
“you’re so, so annoying—i swear you’re the most irritating german man to have ever walked the earth!” you whined into his neck, manicured fingers threading themselves into his tousled hair.
“what—is me being german supposed to be derogatory or sum? da musst du dir schon mehr mühe geben, um meine gefühle zu verletzen, baby,” he chuckled into your ear. with every long stride he took to search for his phone, you could feel everything.
and now you were even more annoyed because you knew you’d have to be quiet for him.
“sei brav,” he muttered, making sure to be extra careful as he settled you both on the couch with you now pretty, and perched in his lap. “makin’ me miss his phone calls n’ shit.”
“we’re supposed to be fucking if you didn’t remember you big brute—a-ah!” you were interrupted by eren’s thumb pushing past your kiss bitten lips, and pressing down roughly on your tongue.
he pressed the phone against his ear, emerald eyes now gone completely dark. ‘ride me,’ was all he said before the other line picked up.
“hey . . yeah, i’m sorry i missed your call. i was just a lil busy . . mhmm . . yeah, everything is fine with her—what’s up?”
the couch creaked underneath you as eren rested his back more into the plush cushions, his thumb still resting heavily on your tongue.
you wanted to be annoyed, you really did . . but he just looked so handsome. especially when his brows pulled together in sensitivity when your hips lifted up, leaving only the tip inside. your hands, soft as rose petals, rested on his broad shoulders, then slowly drifted upwards until you were cupping his jaw.
“definitely get more sativa heavy strands. i noticed the warmer it gets, the more people been buying it . . mhm . . oooo, y-yeah, i’m sure the earthy girls will love that shit,” he snickered into the phone. his teeth caught onto his bottom lip as he ran his thumb over the soft muscle of your tongue.
a whimper bubbled in your chest when he suddenly pulled it out, rubbing the excess saliva over the plush of your lips.
everything suddenly felt too hot. you wanted to move faster—you wanted to bring moira back into the mix honestly. but every time your ass clapped against his thighs too hard, or you whined a little too loudly, he was pinching at your nipple, each time harder than the last.
“r-ren,” you whispered, low and desperate. your eyes were glassy, filled with bratty tears because you wanted —needed more. eren was quick to grip your jaw roughly between his tatted fingers, halting your movements completely.
ouuu, you’ve done it now!
eren didn’t let you move an inch, his hand slithering down to wrap around your throat. your cunt clenched wildly around his cock, almost as if you were trying to milk his orgasm from him.
“yo, you mind if i call you back? my girl needs me n’ you know how she can get . . . heh, yeah i know. i’ll call you back in forty.”
you were relieved he was finally off the phone, but you weren’t so crazy about the look on his face. it made you feel small—breakable.
because if anyone was able to mind break you into a puddle of smeared mascara n’ tears, it was eren.
“sorry,” you mumbled, and then his hand tightened around your throat. “s-sorry! m’sorry ren.”
his grip loosened a tad, but not a lot. “you’re so impatient, you know that? can’t even wait—what, five minutes?”
when you shook your head no, he actually smiled. it was an amused one. “what are you thinking about?”
never the one to censor yourself or your feelings, you said, “taking you to bed, n’ riding you.” your lashes fluttered innocently at him while your pussy creamed him with every small movement. “wanna make you finish inside me, rennie.”
his brow twitched, and so did the corner of his lips that adorned an adorable beauty mark on the top one.
ten minutes later . . . .
“yeah, yeah, yeah, y-yes, o-oh my—!”
your lower half spasmed against eren’s as you came with a loud, tearful cry. he laid beneath you with a twisted snarl, and scrunched brows as he tried not to cum along with you—but it was almost impossible with the way your pussy was suffocating his cock.
a thick ring of cream started up around the base and only got frothier and messier the more you fucked him.
“ngh, you like that? ‘like creaming my dick, and makin’ it all messy?” a tatted hand came down on your ass, a loud smacking sound echoing throughout the room. “god, and it’s so loud. you’re gonna make me nut real soon.”
your brain was on overload, a million thoughts racing through it at speeds you didn’t even know were possible.
“can you—can you get it out please? please, ren? ‘wanna feel it on me. you feel how wet it’s makin’ me?”
oh yes. he could feel, hear, and see it.
his hands gripped at the fat of your hips, moving you back and forth, back and forth. “mhm, i feel it, baby. grab her for me?”
before your hand made contact with the weapon, eren mumbled out a low, “go slow, and careful, pretty girl.”
there was a slight shake in your hands when you grabbed the glock, careful not to squeeze anything or bring it over too fast. eren’s warm fingers grazed over yours as he took it from you.
the sound of a click had ice running through your veins. did he just—?
“safety’s off,” he muttered, now holding the icy metal against your lower belly. “better ride me real good, yeah?”
your feet planted into the mattress, teeth clamping harshly on your bottom lip. “i-i will, daddy. you wan’ me to move like this?” your hips moved back forth slowly, the exposed bud of your clit rubbing deliciously over his skin. “or—hah, maybe like this?” his chest felt scorching hot beneath the skin of your hands as you leant forward, now raising and dropping your lower half against his with obnoxiously loud claps.
“am i doing good?”
he circled the gun around your nipple, then carefully pushed it more into your breast. “mm, i’ve seen you do better.” a lie, but he needed to get you amped up. “show me how bad you want it. show rennie how bad you want my nut.”
while you ground your sticky cunt in eren, he held the glock firmly against your temple while his other hand gripped the plush of your ass.
everything was wet and sticky; from your thighs, to the bottom your behind, to eren’s pelvis. each time your hips lifted a lewd fwop! sound could be heard, bringing heat to your cheeks.
but now was not the time to be embarrassed—now was the time to make eren proud. that was the only thing that mattered, and will ever matter.
the minutes were ticking by quickly, and before either of you knew it, twenty more minutes had passed. it wouldn’t be long before levi was calling eren again, because he was just punctual like that. eren respected it, and levi as a whole, so you best believe he’d stop mid-fuck again to answer him.
you needed to make him cum, and fast.
“i-i’m close, daddy. cum with me? please?” you had your best doe eyes on for him, the same ones that he could never resist, and had him melting into a puddle of love and warmth every time. “hah—pleaseeee,” you whined out, bringing a hand up to wrap around the wrist that was holding the glock.
“fuck yeah, i’m close—c’mere, baby,” swiftly, he set the glock aside on the bedside table with a small thud. every nerve in his body was screaming at him to pull you close, and hold your body captive against his warm chest.
so that’s what he did.
while you mouthed at the lipstick print tattoo he had dedicated to you long ago, he cradled the back of your head, uttering nasty praises and promises to bring you closer to your peak.
“gonna . . *huff* gonna cum, daddy. s’gonna be big, i can feel it,” you whined in his neck, every song and word you let out coming out muffled. eren just hummed, and planted his feet more into the bed, his hips pistoning upwards so fast it had you seeing stars and streaks of white. his balls, heavy and full of warm cum to give you, slapped harshly against your ass with every thrust.
“i know, baby, i can feel it. that little pussy wants to cum bad don’t she?” he chuckled into your ear, pink tongue lolling out so he could lick over it.
four bruising thrusts later, and your body was full on trembling as a steady stream of your cum dripped down eren’s shaft, and onto his throbbing balls.
“fff—huck, ren!” you sobbed into his slightly sweaty skin. your brain was completely fried, and it wasn’t until now that you could finally go limp, and let eren use you like the ragdoll you so desperately wanted to be in this moment.
“oouu my fuckin—!” eren growled out, his hands now finding purchase on your ass once more. with ease, he lifted your lower half until only the tip remained inside your tight heat. he was in full control, moving your backside up and down, up and down, until you finally felt the first streak of cum coat your walls. “tighten that pussy up, c‘mon, baby. milk this fuckin’ dick.”
his words had you tightening up out of instinct, giving him exactly what he wanted.
when he lowered you back down, he moaned in bliss at the warmth that greeted him, long lashes fluttering shut.
“hold me,” you whimpered into his shoulder. the shaking you were experiencing from your orgasm seemed to be never ending, and although your boyfriend had both arms lazily slung over your form, you needed more.
and eren knew exactly what you meant without even having to ask, his arms tightening around you until he heard you let out a hum of content.
“you know i was serious about you keeping this in you all night, right? m’gonna get hard against just thinking about it,” you heard him chuckle, his fingers playfully pinching your side.
he could feel the scrunch in your nose, and grinned wider, “what—too nasty for you?”
“just shut up, and answer the phone.”
he raised a thick brow, his smirk only faltering slightly, “but the phone ain’t—”
before he could even finish his sentence here came that same, familiar ringtone that interrupted you not too long ago. this brought a smirk to your lips, “exactly. now answer, and lemme sleep.”
the “yeah i’m a catgirl i guess :3” to “i know i’m your baby sister but i’m going through my first heat and i need you to fuck a litter of kittens into me or i’ll cry” pipeline
big brother kuna telling you it doesn’t count if he puts it in your ass :/ who are u to argue with that logic i guess
so he spends half an hour eating your ass and stretching you out on his fingers, laughing at you and calling you a ‘fucking baby’ when you squirm at the stretch
you’re just too eager to prove yourself to him as something more than his fragile little sister!! so you tell him you’re squirming bc he’s boring you already & he just smiles at that because you have no idea how much you’ll wish you didn’t say that.
now he’s prone on top of you, his chest pressed heavily against your back as he thrusts in and out of your ass real fast and mean, letting your sniffles and apologies get muffled by the blankets you’re pressed into :((
biting at ur ear, growling praise and degradation about how you feel so fucking good, it’s a shame you’re enough of a whore to be willing to give your ass up to your brother. maybe if you weren’t such a fucking brat all the time, he’d wedge a hand between you and the bed and rub at your sore clit. but you can take him like this if you insist on being so mouthy :/
“let go baby i thought you could handle it?” slapping your cheek choso bit his lips watching the ripple of your brown skin. your body shook, pussy leaking with gooey cream that stuck to your thighs. you clenched trying to hold everything the emo man had just givin you, but it was too much. you felt him tug your body back into position, your back arching naturally and your pussy pushing out more cum on que. your shaky hands gripped the hotel sheets, eyes closing as you felt him stretching your puffy pussy. choso was a grower.
a proud one at that.
he lived for how confident women were right before his cock began to grow. he could never hide the smirk, it was even better when they put him in their mouths and his cock slowly began to make them gag. you were no different, confidence in your walk, and so much so, you said you could ride him.
he got so turned on watching your pretty eyes get big and bigger- with his cock. “c-cho hold on babyyy” your voice quivered. now three rounds later, and five times cumming your pussy was sore. sore, open and wet.
“no matter how much i fuck this pretty pussy, it’s always gonna. be. tight.” choso knocked wind from your lungs. his dick shot out cream, white slimy cream that stuck to your pink walls. even then, his dick didn’t go down - it never would it seemed.
you ass clapped against him, his hands holding your love handles, then one leaving to slap your ass hard, making your skin slightly red. you tighted around him, your face going deep into the covers a scream coming for the depths of your throat. your stomach bubbled, hole clenching to try and not make too much of a mess- but it was choso and you were too full. it was not working.
as your hands gripped the covers harsher, nails digging into the seems creating a small tear, your eyes rolled to the back of your head and squirt came out of you like a dripping faucet. it felt like it would never end, a puddle now in the white sheets and a happy choso who still fucked your sloppy pussy until his dick finally went down.
uncle kuna fingering u in the passenger seat as he drives you to a party u had begged him to let you attend… he has one hand on the wheel and the other is plunging two fingers deep inside of u so quick and fast ur worried you’ll make a mess of his car :(
“no boys,” he tells you. “no sex. i’m checking you when you get home, and if i see so much as a fuckin’ hickey on you i’ll—“
“please don’t say it…” you whine, squirming in the sticky seat.
“i’ll ditch the condom, knock you up.”
you’d complain about him being so lewd if u weren’t busy cumming so hard u suddenly feel too sick to go and party… you’d rather stay in with your uncle :3
cw incest, dad x daughter, inbreêding, dumbification, age gap, creampië, etc etc small fluff/comfort at the end
hiii. im back. i have something with ocs i kinda made. not sure if anyone will like it cus i was only gonna share it with friends, but it was way too long to send in text format so here we are...
excuse any stupidity 😭 and alot of yap, its how i communicate with my friends UGH idk why i'm apologizing for this but usghsshah
wc: 1.7k words
CONTEXT FIRST....AND CHARACTER PROFILES AND WHATNOT IG??
YES THEYRE ASSYRIAN 😂 honestly just a lot of levantine arab influences tbh, west asia....uhhh...not accurate to any country
context: characters
farisal: 53. dad, king?? lord?? sultan??? al-maleek??? girl pick one
amira: 49. mom.
kassian: 26. oldest son
jameel: 23. middle son
leyla: 21. oldest daughter
anneliese: 18. youngest daughter
okay into the actual story..?? damn she yapped for SO LONG omfg. this is gonna be farisal x anneliese, i spent too much time world building 😂 😂 😂 THE LIKE DYNAMICS I'LL SEND LATER IF Y'ALL LIKE THEM ENOUGH cus idk its lowk rambles. also jameel x amira coming soon ahahah mama's boy! also not proof read
the morning light slipped through the windows of the women’s quarters like warm honey, casting long stripes across the cool tiled floor. anneliese sat cross-legged on a thick wool cushion, long white robes covering her pale figure as her long brown hair spilled down her back, still a little damp from the rose petal bath, sticking to her porcelain skin in places. she was supposed to be practicing calligraphy and her gaze shifted to her stack of textbooks. god, she hated the tutors; always bossy and entitled. her big brown eyes kept drifting toward the open archway that led to the main courtyard.
out there, she heard the familiar sound of kassian’s laugh. It made guilt bubble in her stomach; something tight and disgusting. he had leyla– anneliese’s older sister, wrapped up from behind him again, arms around her waist, face buried in the curve of her neck like he couldn’t breathe without her scent. awfully close for siblings, but not close enough for kass apparently. leyla was pretending to scold him, voice soft and giggly, “kassssss...not here, the servants will seeeee..” anneliese’s pen slipped– a blob of ink smeared across her page and her wrist. she bit her plush bottom lip hard– hard enough to distract herself from the way her eyes stung. *he never touches me like that,* she thought, the ache spreading warm and heavy and contorting into that uncomfortable jealousy she always felt when her older siblings would be all over each other. he used to yank my hair and call me short when i was small…now he barely looks at me unless i’m in the way. i want him to handle me with care. why does she always get it? her train of thought was intercepted once she felt the heavy load of tears in her eyes, and she blinked fast so they wouldn’t fall. no one could know– especially not leyla, who was always so gentle with her. she couldn’t let her sister know how ugly her feelings got when kass paid her extra attention. especially not baba, who held her so carefully when she crawled into his bed at night crying. she felt so ungrateful now because baba gave her all the attention she lacked, but it wasnt the same since it wasn’t coming from kass.
a soft chime of bells announced her mom’s arrival. amira swept in gracefully, long black braids swaying with gold threads. she took one look at anneliese’s downturned face and smiled that soft, knowing smile. “still practicing your letters, jamilati?” mama asked, settling beside her and gently tucking a strand of hair behind her ear. “or are you watching your brother and sister again?” anneliese’s cheeks went pink, embarrassment gnawing at her. she ducked her head, voice small like always, “i’m being good, mama… the light is pretty today.” amira hummed, not fooled for a second. she leaned in and kissed anneliese’s temple, whispering against her skin, “the heart wants what it wants, hayati.” she huffed a sigh, “your big sister was first… but you are the sweetest. baba has taken a liking to you, hasn’t he?”
anneliese’s thighs pressed together under her soft layered silks. the memory of last night flashed vividly in her head; baba’s thick cock stretching her open while she sobbed “i love you baba…fill me up with your babies”. it made her cunny throb with both comfort and guilt. she loved abba so much it hurt. but sometimes… she still wished kass would look at her the way he looked at leyla. just once. before she could spiral deeper, leyla’s voice floated in from the courtyard, bright and teasing. “anneliese! come break your fast with us! jameel brought fresh dates from the market!”
anneliese forced a bright, spontaneous smile and stood up. she smoothed her silks and padded out into the sunlight, trying to ignore the way kassian’s arm stayed loosely draped around leyla’s waist, the way his green eyes went all soft only for her big sister. “coming!” she called, voice light like always, but inside her chest the quiet ache stayed. she wanted her big brother’s attention too. she just couldn’t let anyone know.
not ever.
Cut to nighttime GULP idk how to transition ahahha,...
the palace was quiet by the time night fell, oil lamps burning low and flickering against the painted walls. anneliese padded barefoot down the long corridor, her thin layered silk nightgown draped around her plush thigh her long brown hair was loose and messy from tossing in bed, eyes already glassy with that familiar guilty ache. she always ended up back in the same place. the only place she knew to come to when she felt the ugly feelings.
she didn’t knock. she never did anymore.
anneliese pushed the heavy curtain aside, she slipped into baba’s private chamber. the room smelled like citrus and sandalwood. farisal was already sitting up on the wide bed, propped against cushions, green eyes softening the second he saw his smallest daughter standing there all small and teary. “hayati,” his deep voice softened just for her, “come here, ana ma3ki.” anneliese didn’t hesitate. she crawled onto the bed and straight into his lap, curling her tiny body against his broad chest like she belonged there. her face hid in the crook of his neck, voice cracking into that soft babyish whisper. “abba-” her voice broke, “he doesn’t look at me like the looks at leyla..kass had his arms around her again today, i wish it was me- i know i shouldn’t feel like this but it hurts… am i not pretty enough for him?” she sniffled and shook in his arms. farisal’s heart shattered seeing his poor baby feel so worthless. one big hand stroked slowly down her long hair while the other settled warm on her waist, thumb brushing the soft skin under her nightgown.
“shh, my sweet girl,” he murmured, pressing a kiss to the top of her head. “you are more than enough. don’t let kassian’s foolishness dimmish your sparkle.” he tilted her chin up gently and kissed her– slow and deep. anneliese melted instantly, whimpering into his mouth as her small hands clutched at his chest. when he pulled back she was already breathing faster, thighs rubbing together. the ache in her pussy begged for his fat dick to fuck the jealousy out of her, “please abba..” she whispered, ditzy. “make it stop hurting..” farisal groaned softly, his cock already half hard from the sheer neediness she expressed. he always liked how easy she was, if anything– it was the only thing she had. leyla was stubborn, and it was made clear she’d only be a good girl for his oldest son.
farisal laid her down on her back in the middle of the wide bed, pushing the nightgown up until it bunched around her ribs, exposing her perky, sensitive tits and that pretty little cunny already glistening for him. he loved how ready his babygirl was. It might’ve been selfish, but one of the main reasons he never stopped kass’s gross PDA was because it made anneliese upset, and when she’s upset– who does she come to? her baba. “look at you,” he whispered, freeing his thick heavy cock and rubbing the fat head along her slick folds, prepping her for the impalment. “still so innocent even after everything. still my little girl.” he pushed in slow and deep, stretching her open with that mean girth until he was buried to the hilt. anneliese’s back arched, a little sob spilling out as her walls fluttered around him. “abba— mmph— so f-full- i love you- so much–” farisal started rocking into her with long, gentle thrusts, one hand pinning her wrists above her head while the other rubbed slow circles on her clit. “that’s it, hayati..let abba take care of you,” he murmured against her lips, kissing her between thrusts. he remembered how safe she felt when he kissed her, hard enough to make her brain go fuzzy.
“this little cunny belongs to your father.. feel how deep i am? that’s how it’s supposed to be, baby,” anneliese was already going dumb, her ears ringing and her dad’s voice going in one ear out the other. “please,” her voice broke again, “i love you..only-” he thrusted hard– mean, like he wanted to hear her voice go high. “o-only you make it feel better-! hah–” farisal leaned down and sucked one of her sensitive nipples into his mouth, tongue swirling while he kept pumping his thick cock in her tight baby hole. “i love you abba— i love you— cumming– cummingcummingcumming–!” her pussy spasmed, a whine spilling out as it clenched impossibly hard on her dad’s dick, eyes fluttering from the aftershocks of her orgasm. farisal’s mouth popped off her tit, groaning as he flooded her, thick warm ropes of cum filled her poor fertile cunt. anneliese whimpered, “abba–! s’too muchhhh–!”
he brought a big hand to his girl’s mouth, muffling her protests as his balls emptied themselves in her womb, “shh..it’s okay, my baby always takes it, doesn’t she?” farisal cooed gently. anneliese’s eyes crossed, her back bowing off the bed once more. cum leaked out her overstimmed cunny, spilling down her ass and coating the sheets. pump– pumpumpump– once he felt himself finish, he released his palm off her lips. she gasped for air, chest heaving. “abba..” she murmured. farisal brushed her sweat soaked locks off her cheek and forehead, taking in her fully blissed out face. “hm, hayati?” she blinked up at him, eyes tearing up once more. the ache in her heart was replace with something more recognizable as belonging. “i love you, abba..” she sniffled, lip quivering, “so- so much–!” she finally broke into tears. farisal’s brows furrowed and he immediately scooped his baby into his chest, carrying her up and into his lap once more and cradling her. “ohhh, baby..” he whispered, digits coming up to wipe her tears even if they kept pouring. “i love you so much more, anneliese. ohh, come here–” she hid her face in the crook of his neck, ignoring the cum spilling down her thighs as she climbed higher up his body. (hi sorry authour check. IS THIS POSE MAKING SENSE?? SHE’S IN HIS LAP OKAY?? only way i can kinda explain it is that one scene of flynn rider and rapunzqel hugging ykwim??) “let it out, baby..oh, it’s okay..abba’s here..” he cooed once more. anneliese was so easy. so. fucking. easy.
Annnndd the end cus she doesnt know how to end stories hhahaha..!!
ooc because he'd prob never go soft on you </3. Also hiiii! Thought id dabble in a oneshot 🎀, enjoy 💕
“N-naoya please!”
Your body was suffocated by his, his body still fully covered up until the hips and below. His head was in the thin cotton of the futon, on your right shoulder, huffing and growling aggressively.
He loved your pathetic whimpering, when hes stayed atuned to your requests; slow pacing. But is it really naoya without him adding a little bit of his own spice?
He adores his cute wife, its only second nature that he would at least listen to your needs once in a while, right? So there he was, thick length stretching your virgin pussy sooo wide. :(
you felt his tip sloooowly slipping further into your walls and meeting up on your cervix with a kiss.
“Fucking child’s play. Dont even know why you want it slow.” He grunts as his tip slams to the hilt of your pussy, you’re surprised he’s still following your wishes.
His arm — or rather bicep covers your neck, while his hand grabs onto your hair. He’s not suffocating you, his grip is barely hurting.
“Feels better..”
“Bullshit — fuck.. y’squeezing me so hard.” His cock slides out, before cominf back in with a slam, that loosens you up. He nestled his cock on your cervix, continuing to rut his tip to your hilt, making you whine.
“W-whats wrong..?”
“Nothing.” His head turned to yours, tongue glazing on your lips, before you give him entrance, as it combines into a kiss.
“Gonna let me go faster? Or keep it soft?”
“Fine..”
That was all he needed to hear. Folding your legs up as he folded your body down with his weight.
“Naoyaaa..?”
“What.” His hips bucked as his cock learnt to slam in deep till your opening.
“I.. I like this..”
“Told ya. But guess who didn’t listen to me?” The futon squeaked on the wood underneath. “I’ll make it extra hard for you, dont worry.” You give him a sheepish grin, holding his hand while you yelp at the sudden increase of speed.
“Wait—!”
“Nah, I’ve waited long enough.” He hovered above you again, his cock hits you impossibly deeper. Your body shook while your hands clung to his.
“Gonna out my babies in ya, you gonna take it, right?” He panted, both of your orgasms building together while he groaned, sinking his length back inside you, while his warm seed came up into your womb.
𐔌 my favourite ships have been called everything from "mlm and wlw solidarity" to "hetslop" to "erasing rep" (with no characters sexuality confirmed) to "that's a lesbian and a gay man" ﹒ ୨୧
🗯️ ┊ Hihi guys! Back to give you a crumb 🥹 thought id put something slightlyy more darker (?) than my usual content (i say darker only because its something more realistic, block/skip if you’re not comfortable with reading this!) if its bad then thats bc its a draft and im gonna finish it.. feel free to req tho!
Note: blue text is you!
CW: manipulation (guilt tripping), teacher x student relationship, age gap, reader is like.. rlly easy bait 😭, toxic relationship, sexting.
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You were out like a light after spending all day with your teacher. Nothing too crazy, just some chick-flick movies picked by you, of course.
Satoru would cringe at the satirical tropes and settings being shown, while you choked on your popcorn for laughing.
The memories of today woke you up, and had you smiling at your wall whilst replaying it back in your head. Then,
Bzz!
It was your phone. You hoped that it was just a regular reminder, or a new snap your friends sent.
Unsurprisingly, it was satoru.
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: Hey cutie 🤍
: Miss you.
: IMYT! 🥲
: can you send?
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Fuck.
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: but its so late :(
: i miss you though.
: last time ok?
: promise
: sorryyyyy, im js rlly tired rn.. also school tomorrow :/
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You honestly just wanted this sudden conflict go be fixed, trying your best to ‘comfort’ satoru even if it meant missing your sleep.
He left you on delivered for a good 30 minutes, you thought long and hard about how to make him feel better.
It didnt feel good, but after an hour, you sent it anyway.
‘Is this view good?’ You said to yourself. You remember him talking about how much he loved your mirror photos, and that you dont tease at all.
You quickly cleaned your mirror and sink, organising your lotions and toiletries in the drawers underneath.
You bent down slightly, one photo at a high angle so it looked like your boobs were bigger, another one with a front view of your body. This time it was a video, you touching the nipples and making slight movements so your tits would jiggle in the video.
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: [2 sent attachments]
: hope its ok.. :(
Read
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Damn, you were stupid. You were better off showing some sort of replacement to ‘comfort’ him, not what you’d usually send.. It felt like an hour with only your thumbs hovering over the keyboard, contemplating on whether you should delete that or not.
Until you saw his typing bubble at the corner.
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: fuck, you’re so hot.
: [1 sent video]
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You sighed.
Of course a picture of your body would get him going again. He showed you how it stood up, well trimmed and almost a 360 of the full thing. You hated yourself for opening that image, for watching it all the way through and still insisting on touching yourself to it.
You tried keeping your distance, breaking up with him even. But in the end, he’d have you crawling back anyway.
So there you were, spending all night to sext with your teacher.. again. You voice out your utter hatred for him, but suddenly folding when hes with you.
Arms on your shoulders that would have you wanting to push it away, but a tint of enjoyment would also creep in once in a while.
You didnt like to admit it, but really, it wont be long before you twist this feeling upside down.
Just really, what was wrong with you?
You promised that this status would only benefit you academically, not potential to be in the latest gossip. It was already bad enough that gojo had to ‘show off’ his love for you IN school.
Right. Either this or failing your class.
But now, you’re starting to be more comfortable of the second option.
Satoru really loves his mama like really(he wants to fuck only her) 🤭
“Determined.” — Gojo Satoru.
(^V^)
MDNI!
(Contains dark content.)
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CW: INCEST, mother x son trope, p in v (smut), dubcon, handjob, mommy kink, slight praise.
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Satoru grew up to be a rather noisy child. Constantly crying and other times asking you to roleplay with him. Though, you could guess that he’s also direct with his words, which is both a blessing and a curse.
Even as a child, he would refuse anything you offered, without hesitation. It would be something as little as food, which only bothered you because of how long you spent making it for.
When he hit his teens, you knew deep down it was something you weren’t ready for. You knew how teenagers would act like, lousy and opposing what they acted like during preschool and adolescence.
You’d pray and hope that he wouldnt turn out the same as the others. However, you can say your wishes were somewhat fulfilled.
His teachers told you about how his social circle was very few, having barely 5 friends from their observation.
In college, it was arguably worse. When you asked him about who he hangs out with, he’d lie and tell you that he still hangs out with his “close” friends in high school. Not that you really believed him, but its only a minor problem, so you let it go.
Other times, when you had to go to work, satoru would hug you from behind and almost start crying. To which you would have to quickly reassure him that hes gonna be okay. You’d feel his face mushed in your breasts, while tearing up.
But.. perhaps you still didnt realise how attached he was getting to you. Not wasting even a minute when he gets home, talking to you whenever and wherever.
“Mama, did I tell you about what happened today?”
“Mama, can you cook _ today?”
“Mama, you look so good today!”
Oh the compliments. You’d be suffocated in such praise once he found out anything different in your appearance. Satoru wasnt like any other teenager who started pushing away their parents once turning older, as he very much wanted you to be with him every waking second!
Being near you when you’re cooking, and even wanting to stay in the same bed as you. Only you were still grateful that he wasn’t pushing you away, at least.
So grateful that he’d abandon his own room to sleep in yours! Only to be close with his dear mother.
Taking the side your husband slept in, and sneakily slipping his body away from his pillow, and snuggling closer to you, head resting on both yours and his pillow. You felt his heated body, and.. a odd dent that nests behind your ass.
So, satoru would then decide to take it one step further, and began questioning you rather personal concerns.
“Mama, when did you lose your virginity?”
“Mama, when was your first kiss?”
… in other cases, it’d escalate.
“Mama.. Can you help me?” You turned away from the kitchen counter, to face your son.
“Whats up, baby?” You take your mittens off, listening carefully.
“Its just.. i dont know how to deal with my problem.”
“Well, it’d help a lot if you tell mama what it is?”
“I’m just feeling so lonely lately.. like i just want someone with me..”
“Maybe a girl..” you giggle at his shyness.
“Aw, baby.. im sure theres loads of girls who are looking for a guy like you! If you really want, start off by meeting more people—“
“N-no.. i want a girl.. a girl like you, mama. You’re so nice and you always take care of me! No girl is like you, so.. i want you.”
“Sweetheart.. mama’s way too old for you. And definitely is out of your leag—“ satoru hugged you in a tight and firm hug. Muttering pathetic pleas that caused worry from your end.
“You could, um.. guide me— yeah guide me!”
…
“..to show what I should do if i had a girlfriend..?”
You realised this situation of his is getting more complicated. Sighing, you say;
“Well, guiding in what way?”
Satoru awkwardly adjusted his pants so that it was easier for you to see his overwhelming bulge.
“T-that.” Your mind raced with many questions. Only one of them stuck iut the most to you; “did he get hard because of you?”
It was only after a minute when you knew you didnt have a choice but to succumb to ‘helping’ your son. But really, he could just take care of it himself.
“‘Toru, you know how to take care of that, right?” Satoru stayed quiet, before decieving you with a shake to his head.
“I see.. then I suppose I can teach you.” Satoru’s heart skipped a beat, face heatinf as he tried slapping it away. Your statement gave him a god-awful rush in adrenaline.
“Where..?”
“Where are you most comfortable with.. this?” And satoru answered with no hesitation.
“Your bedroom.”
You give him a tired smile, and leads him to your (shared) bedroom. Satoru sat down on the bed while you took off your apron, revealing your curvy figure fit in a dress up to your thighs.
Glancing back at satoru, who didnt bother taking off his pants completely. Enough off to present his erection.
You goton the bed, scooting next to your son.
“So, this is known but.. I would start by stimulating the different places that feel good. Though in your case, you should start by directly pumping it, okay?”
You grab his wrist, as his hands already adjust onto his cock. Your hand on top of his to stroke his length.
“Ugh..” he groaned, hips bucking as both your touches increase in speed.
“Mommy..” Biting his lower lip, you could see his free hand trying to weakly grab your fist. His voice grew up a pitch once knowing you kept up with the speed.
His free arm caught to your shoulder, sniffling. While your grip slipped from his cum that drooled down his dick.
“You okay, baby?” You wiped off the remaining fluid on your hand, before he interrupts you—
“..it didnt feel as good..” your eyes widen at his words, eyebrows curving as you tried your best to listen.
“Oh baby.. mama’s sorr—” Satoru immediately shook his head.
“No, no, i liked it — i loved it!” He whimpered from the sudden blurt. But he did like it - god why did he word it like that? Now you probably think much lesser of him..
“I-I see.. then did you have another preference in mind?”
Satoru sighed, trying to find the right words to say once exhaling.
“Like.. feeling you.” He mumbles, loud enough for you to hear. You smile at him, cleaning up the mess he made, and his still leaky tip.
“Mm. You’ll need this, then.” You take out the last condom packet from the drawer, giving it to him, while satoru hurriedly took off his boxers once again and fits it on.
You saw him standing awkwardly at the side of the bed, hands held together as he waited for you to finish changing.
“Whats wrong, baby?”
“N-nothing.. are you done..?”
You nod, as you finally take off your panties, to which the sight adds a twitch to his dick.
“Did you have a position in mind?”
“..no.”
“Mm, thats okay.” You sat on the bed, with satoru on top of you. Back against the pillows as you wait for him. Satoru gulped seeing your thighs open, crawling on the bed and trying to enter in your pussy.
It started off with small, minor thrusts. Before he grabbed your thighs and began to get the hang of it. Poor boy, thrusting with such speed only in hopes to please you.
“Does it.. feel good, mama..?” He panted through, whilst rutting into your soaked pussy. You were surprised at how quick he learnt, that barely made you able to speak.
“Mm, yeah—fuck.. keep it up, honey..~”
You would feel your pussy clench in on his length as it made its way deep into your walls, crawling up closer to kiss you. You excitedly accept, tongue interlocked with another as you tried keeping up with both sensations playing.
“Can I come, mommy..?” You nod, orgasm also close while the small pool of heat in the latex alerted your cunt.
With both your climaxes collided on, you kissed him on the cheek whilst whispering such praise that’d make him go hard again.
