It’s new years eve, early sparks from fireworks and sharp edged sentences flow through the air of the party — slipping right past your ears and into the living room. On the frozen tiles of the balcony is where you now stand, beside Ellie who, although slightly oversized, totally rocks her winter jacket. You watch her gloved hand unwrap a napkin from her pocket while holding a lighter between her teeth. Once she takes ahold of a neatly-wrapped joint that’s been marinating almost all night, she scrunches the napkin and sets it aside, replacing the lighter in her mouth with the sweet little thing; finally setting it alight.
“What?” She sides eyes you, head just barely turned in your direction.
You don’t say a word, simply passing the joint from her lips and into your own already spoke enough for you. Ellie lets out a dry chuckle, as if you were predictable. You two weren’t too close, but good enough. Hung out a couple times with a few people here and there. And being the only two stoners of the group, you naturally distanced yourselves from your drunken peers to go get some fresh herb-mixed winter air.
As the joint wears itself out, you get so comfortable you didn’t even notice Ellie was a roach smoker. She watched the high smile creep up on your pretty little face as you contemplated whether to focus on the lyrics of distant party music or the thick snow crunching underneath peoples feet.
“Not ready to go inside yet?” her words gently fall into the air. After flicking the butt of the joint into the snow, she turns to face you.
“didn’t you just call jesse lame for littering?” you subconsciously point to the roach in the snow, but really you were still staring at the people on the street… it’s really starting to hit now.
“Such a baby,” she didn’t know whether to laugh or roll her eyes “next time i’ll just make you get rid of it.” she shrugs.
“don’t— god, don’t even call me that shit.” you try to be serious but it comes out in the form of a kind of confused laugh — she reciprocates.
You wait in an anticipated silence, hoping she’d say something. God, isn’t she good at taking hints. At least she takes no for an answer.
The stars fall closer to you as the clock nears 11pm. An hour til midnight, and a minute until you hit the peak of your high. Ellie unzips her jacket and throws it to the ground, it’s definitely gonna freeze.
Now in her grey hoodie and fingerless gloves, she hits you with this sultry stare. She’s so careless about it, eyes heavy with a curiosity in them you’ve never seen before. Asking— what if? It almost made you jealous, how effortlessly fine she was, and good with her words even though she was being silent. It makes no sense to you, but it doesn’t have to; she was just her.
“y’know i’m joking, yeah?” you lean against the fence, leading yourself closer to her.
She busts into a wild laugh, the weed definitely adding onto it cause what the hell— it wasn’t that funny.
“You want me so bad.” she coos, voice going from mockingly obnoxious to flirty and deep blue.
You act unfazed, aiming to seem as if you couldn’t care less. “fuck off.” a glimmer in your eyes betrays you.
You’re now touching shoulders, as she’s joined you in leaning on the wooden fence. There’s little to nothing space between you two, yet there’s a fine line between Ellie and everybody else in that house. Sure, you thought she was kinda cool before, she seemed pretty chill— but you never thought much of it. You still decide not to, but if she wants to play, who are you to say no?
“Didn’t know you were that type of girl.” her voice drops to a sweet whisper, and it’s only just about to get to you. You could see her looking you up and down, painfully slow, and she’s definitely not one to forget about the mental note she just took of you.
“Guys!! What the fuck, it’s so fucking cold outside— how can you stand out here, gosh.” you peel your eyes from each other to look at Dina who only came outside just to get you guys back in. Did she interrupt something? Cause it sure was hard for Ellie to get her eyes off you.
She takes a step forward across the thin, dry layer of snow, you hear her stop in their tracks to look back at you with a low eyed stare.
Rockstar!eren that fucks you so good til all you can do is whine and moan but then he grabs your jaw and threatens to break it if you keep being so loud, you squeeze around his cock and he spits in your face and calls you fucking sick in the head for liking it <3
Stepmom! Carla fucking you with her strap and overstimulating you. Not letting you cum until you tell her how badly you want Eren to fuck you 🥵
Mmmmmm and before that, you came to her to tell her how Eren’s been touching you in secret, grabbing your ass and playing with your cunt using the mere touch of his cold fingers. Your words were full of worry and confusion, double the last part after Carla said to show her.
You comply, middle and ring finger rubbing your clit as you keep your legs spread over the living room couch. “like this, mom— ah, fuck” you can’t help but whine at the sensation. She had noticed your needy cunt clenching around nothing, simultaneously pushing out the slick forming inside of it. At the very least, she had to pick some up with her thumb and have a taste.
Now here you were, face down and ass up, taking Carla’s cock deep inside your little pussy.
“Shit, mom, d-don’t stop,” you were warm in the face, warm all over, your ass stung with her grip on it— and you never felt so good. “feels so good, ‘m gonna cum.”
Wails and moans drip from your tongue as she delivers a harsh slap to your ass, correcting your misbehaviour. “No, baby. You know what to do if you wanna cum.” she speaks between heavy breaths, keeping up her relentless pace, awaiting an answer.
You hide your face in a pillow and shake your head no in embarrassment, but not even a pillow could silence the scream you just let out after her second slap. “Wrong answer. Say his name.”
You muffle a quiet ‘eren’ into the pillow, shying away from Carla. She halts for a brief moment, grabbing a fistful of your hair and bringing your back to her chest— she picks up her pace again. “Didn’t hear you, hun.”
High up in the clouds; you cry in pleasure, throat vibrating beneath her hand. “Eren! Oh, fuck, eren—“ Carla smiles in approval, peppering your neck in kisses as she brings you close to your high.
“Fuck, mom, w’nna take my big brothers dick. He’s s-so big, wanna fuck him.”
“Yeah? You wanna be your big brothers slut?” she presses further, not stopping even after feeling you cum all over her cock. “Yes, yes, yes, yes— i’m his slut.” you thrash in her arms, grinding against her dick as you ride out your high.
some of these are going to end up nsfw i'm sure so i'm going to put a cut at some point but i just love this little throuple and u guys need to know as much about them as me and @fictional-d-supremacy
it takes eren the longest to adjust to everything (to be fair, he went from "wait, a threesome would be fun...especially with jean!" to "why especially with jean?" to "wait...jean.")
so it's understandable that it takes eren a bit to understand his attraction towards jean and jean's towards him, both of them are hesitant and crossing that bridge of best friends -> unexpected relationship
but one day you come over unexpectedly to find them snuggled up on the couch together, eren tucked under one of jean's arms and your heart just melts - naturally they LEAP up when you catch them and are super pink and eyeing each other suspiciously
jean goes a little too long without a hair cut and eren (after some manhandling) drags him in front of you one day, both of their hair tied back in identical buns. "look babe, twins!"
going on a date night with the three of you is damn near impossible
jean and eren bicker constantly about the restaurant. jean wants to wear the same red button-down that eren's already got on and claims he's called dibs. eren wants to have sex but you're all already fifteen minutes late for the reservation
all that to say jean gets to show off his cooking abilities a lot considering how many dinner reservations you miss
it turns out jean is the only person that can dom eren. eren loves to talk shit to you, but jean can shut him right up. sometimes jean's in the mood to play good cop/bad cop (like we've seen in the fics), but other times, your sex life just goes in a cycle of jean pulling the strings and you and eren smiling up at him with hearts in your eyes
eren finds out that he loves giving head. neither you or jean can get out the door without eren trailing after you begging to "just give it a kiss goodbye"
jean teaches you how to help him make eren cum without anyone touching him (you didn't even know guys could do that, and neither did eren)
when it finally happens, eren's eyes are as big as saucers while jean and you just smirk at him
"what just happened?" "you came." "i-i- but, i know, but-" "i think we broke him."
birthdays are a HUGE deal
especially since two of you can gang up on whoever's the birthday princess (regardless of gender, the birthday boy/girl has to wear the "birthday princess" crown that eren got you for your birthday a few years ago)
you've come home on several instances to find the air in the apartment chilly and jean and eren not speaking only to find out one beat the other in a video game
even once they're comfortable and mushy and in love, jean and eren still insist on you sleeping in between them
1. "because you're our princess!" 2. "because jean snores." 3. "yeah? well eren kicks." you wind up both the body pillow and the punching bag for them
you and jean love to get eren all flustered by telling him how pretty he looks before you head out. little cheek/forehead kisses make him scowl and blush without fail.
alternatively, you and eren love to rile jean up by sending him nudes and nasty videos while he's at work. you both pay for it later, but it's so worth it.
i feel like they just pick you up 24/7? like they've absolutely swung you back and forth with one holding your arms and one holding your ankles just to piss you off while you're reading on the couch
when you get your period, the boys secretly call it your "monstruation" period. jean chastises eren for it all the time, but he's the one that slips up and clues you in on it
eren's in charge of snacks and movies to keep you comfortable, jean's in charge of medicine and keeping the tampon/pad drawer stocked
eren absolutely buys stupid "his/hers/his" things for the house like mugs and matching towels. denies being the one that bought them when they show up in the mail
"we must have a secret admirer- i mean, not like i blame them or anything. we're hot."
i have so many more i just didn't want this to be an absolute MONSTER of a post lol. like yes, is poly!erejean a smutty dream? sure, but the FLUFF potential!!! that's what gets me! i just love them <3
if you guys want more please tell me i will never shut up about them ever
Loving the idea of Mama Carla punishing her beloved daughter for looking at boys with not so pure intentions 😩
I need her. Stepmom!carla catching you staring at her shirtless son Eren before hitting the shower and she decides to teach you a lesson. She comes up behind you in her kitchen apron as you lean over the counter and squeeze your thighs together, desperate yet at a loss of friction. You tense up when she snakes a hand down your tummy and into your panties, giving your wet pussy a harsh slap as you wince.
“This is mama’s little cunt, hm?” Carla’s breath is hot on your ear, you instinctively push back against her crotch and bite back a moan when she slides her fingers between your folds.
“I asked you something, you don’t want me telling your brother how you let mama touch you like this, do you?” she laughs a bitter laugh, jealous yet turned on, you whine once she slips a finger into your tight hole, barely taking one. “n-no— please.” Your rasp is followed by her grinding into your ass at the name, stealing a kiss from you yet swallowing you whole.
stepbro! eren recording himself fucking your tight cunt while you sleep to show his girlfriend what his weekend plans are
Mmm just imagining how she must’ve cried when she first saw the recording, then the more she watched him split your untouched cunt open on his cock the wetter she was. Now all she can do is beg him to do it again, to dick you down so good you can’t form a coherent word. “show me her tight little pussy, show me how you fuck her, Eren.”
She would plead and plead, then when he comes home she’d jerk him off while holding his phone in front of him, showcasing a slideshow of your pictures. Pumping his fat cock at a quick pace and sliding his precum up and down the length of him, she spoke. “Oh, fuck. Look at your sis, ‘ren, isn’t she so fucking hot?” Eren groans at the words, nodding his head as his bun bobs along with it.
“Yeah, don’t you wanna cum all over that little cunt, hm? Fuck yeah, cum for your little sis, Eren. Do it.” she encourages, and he cums right after a couple more up and down strokes. They both moan a mantra of your name, but— it’s not over yet, no. This time, he’s fucking her.
It was different, though. He had her face buried in the mattress as it was only a distraction from what he really wanted. With her out of the way, it was easier for Eren to imagine your face, your cunt, your body. So naturally, he let out groans after groans of your name— just wishing it was you.
“Shit, she’s so much tighter than you.” Eren directs his words to his girlfriend, furrowing his eyebrows in sick pleasure. “Yeah, my little sis has the tightest fuckin’ pussy. Prettier, too.” She moans at the degradation, venom dripping off his tongue and onto her core.
“Say her name.” He demands, chasing his high as he picks up the pace. She whines your name at least a hundred times over before tightening around Eren— cumming all over his cock. And if it wasn’t for Eren’s imagination and recollection of the night he used you in your very own bed, he wouldn’t have cum, either.
im mentally ill? but i’m not sitting here writing about fucking a relative. oh ok…
just because they’ve been around forever doesn’t mean it’s ok? let’s use common sense (which you clearly don’t have but it’s ok! we can find you some)
the concept is disgusting and you’re disgusting for enjoying it. not to mention that you write the reader like a literal child.
them being “not blood related” has nothing to do with anything, they’re still related due to their parents being together, and are socially seen as such. overall weird and gross behavior that you’re promoting with your weird ass writing.
and you’d think that if you have a trillion asks about it.. smth is wrong with what you’re doing.
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