“So this is what you do when I’m not home?” your roommate Eren spoke from the door to his room.
Your entire body felt hot as he stared at you. It had been months that you’d lived together and the tension had been building since the first day when he moved in after answering your ad in the university paper. Simple touches of his hand against your lower back as he walked by you in the kitchen that left you on fire. Tasting your latest baking creation off your finger, eye contact held as he sucked the flavorful concoction off your skin and caused the heat to pool between your legs. Your friends had noticed and Sasha had even embarrassingly commented to both of you recently, “Why don’t the two of you just fuck already?”
Of course the reason you hadn’t acted on your attraction was simple: Eren had a girlfriend. He’d been faithful to her, even as his cock hardened for you, watching you walk around your shared apartment in only a big t-shirt. He wanted you but he just couldn’t betray her, even as he found himself falling out of love with her and in love with you over movie nights and cooking together. Recently, the tension had been too much and he found himself stroking his cock to the thought of you nearly every night, on the other side of the wall from your room. So close but so far. You hadn’t been any better, sneaking into his room when he goes out, spread out on his bed and fucking yourself on whatever toy you imagined to be him or your fingers, wishing they were his. Surrounded by the smell of his cologne, you always came much harder than when you were alone in your room. Which is where you found yourself now. Spread out atop Eren’s comforter, sweatpants and panties around your ankles, shirt pushed up above your tits, and a rose gold colored vibrator shoved in your dripping cunt.
“Keep going,” Eren stated, voice deep with desire. He leaned his shoulder against the frame of the door, reaching down with his other hand and palming his growing erection through his jeans. They had become uncomfortably tight the moment he opened the door to his room and saw you.
Whining, you tried to cover yourself from his intense gaze with the messy blankets on his bed, stuttering as you reminded him, “Eren you have a girlfriend.”
He simply smirked harder as his fingers flipped open the button of his jeans and retorted, “Had.”
Your heart skipped and you weren’t sure if you heard him correctly. “Had?” your voice was nothing more than a whisper, easing the tight grip on his blankets that were covering you.
He pushed himself off the door frame, walking over to the bed and towering over you. He leaned down, reaching a hand to your cheek to caress it sweetly, the look in his eyes almost loving. “Had a girlfriend.” His voice was firm, no hesitance or wavering to indicate a lie. His smirk returned as he reported, “Turns out she wasn’t that fond of all the times I called her by your name. Said I had to pick between her and you. And the answer was obvious to me. I pick you.” He leaned down, pressing a long-awaited kiss upon your lips before pulling away just as fast, the smirk on his face growing into a devious, shit eating grin. “As much as I want to continue this, I’d like for you to first continue what you were doing when I walked in.” He turned on his heel, moving to sit in the chair across his room, pulling his cock from his jeans and stroking lazily as his eyes trained on your blanket covered body. Your eyes locked on his cock and you licked your lips. It was long and thick, already hard as he stroked, with a prominent vein on the left side of the shaft and a delicious slight curve upwards that had you clenching around your toy at the thought of the spot it would likely hit inside you. “Don’t be shy on my account babe. Take those blankets off and show me exactly what you were doing when I walked in. I want to see everything, the way you touch yourself, the way you fall apart. I want to learn just how you like to be touched. I want to hear every fucking noise right in front of me instead of through my wall.” You removed the blanket from your body, kicking off your pants and underwear from around your ankles, only left in a pushed up tshirt. His voice dropped even more as his thumb rubbed across the head of his cock, groaning when you turned the vibrator on and shuddered slightly at the feeling, “Make yourself cum for me baby and then I’ll spend the whole night making you mine. And for the record, you are mine now.”
A/N: Happy late birthday Ryder 😈 @seraphofthesimps
AOT Characters Favorite Sex Toys to Use in the Bedroom
Rating: 18+, IF YOU ARE NOT 18 FUCK OFF THIS POST IT IS DEFINITELY NOT FOR YOU LITTLE FUCKERS
TW: mentions of sex toys
Armin Arlert: Butt Plugs
Connie Springer: Vibrating Cock Ring
Eren Jaeger: Sex Swing
Erwin Smith: Riding Crop
Hange Zoë: Electroshock/electro play wand
Jean Kirstein: Vibrator
Levi Ackerman: Restraints
Mikasa Ackerman: Strap on
Sasha Braus: Double-sided Dildo
Reiner Braun: Paddle
Drabbles (with content warnings) below the cut! SO VERY AND EXTREMELY 18+ SO MINORS GO THE FUCK AWAY! HAVE A FRUIT SNACK AND LEAVE!
TW: fem reader (no pronouns but female anatomy reader), sex toys (duh), light degradation (Armin), bondage (Levi), size kink (Connie, Jean, Mikasa), begging (Jean), edging (Jean), dom/sub dynamics (Armin, Levi, Erwin, Hange, Mikasa, Reiner), overstimulation (most of them tbh), cervix fucking (Armin, Eren a little), ass play (Armin), brat tamer Reiner, impact play (Erwin, Reiner), Mommy kink (Mikasa), breeding (Connie), electroplay/shock wand (Hange)
Armin: Butt Plug (specifically for DP)
“Just relax baby,” Armin cooed in your ear. You were currently on your hands and knees in front of Armin, trying to relax as he pressed the cold glass of the plug against your tight, puckered hole. Armin was leaning over you, whispering sweet things in your ear, trying to get you to calm down and enjoy the new sensation. “You take my cock all the time. Take a deep breath and relax.”
You did as he said, nodding as you felt him pour more lube on your ass, and took a deep breath. As you exhaled, Armin managed to push the thick plug into you and you let out a shrill squeak of surprise and slight discomfort. This plug was a little thicker than Armin’s cock, though he’d been sure you could take it and as usual, he was right. Armin leaned back on his knees and groaned lowly, palming his hard cock and stroking lazily. You looked so pretty like this: ass up, cunt glistening from how he’d allowed you to ride his thigh while he finished his work before this, the rest of your body on full display for him, and the cute, pink glass heart peeking out from between the cheeks of your ass.
You shook your ass a little, noting the way the new toy felt and how it stretched you out. It was a bit uncomfortable, but nothing unmanageable and you were nearly as excited as Armin for what came next. Armin stroked his cock, covering it with the lube, and pressed his cock to the entrance to your pretty pussy.
“You ready? Going to be a double-stuffed little slut tonight, aren’t you?” Armin gripped a fist full of your hair at the base of your neck and pulled your head back to look at him. “Answer when I talk to you.”
“Yes Armin,” you answer obediently, looking at him sweetly. “Your stuffed little slut.”
He nods and releases your hair, beginning to push his cock into your cunt. It’s a tighter fit than normal with the plug in your ass and Armin moans deeply, the sound almost inhuman as he enters you further. You were so fucking tight he wasn’t sure how he was supposed to last longer than a few seconds. You weren’t much better; the stretch of the plug had his cock filling every inch of your cunt and pressing against spots you didn’t know even existed. You whined, dropping your head onto the bed beneath you and allowing your ass to push back on him until the tip of his cock was lightly resting against your cervix. He stayed still, allowing both of you to revel in the feel of you so full, until he couldn’t stand it and had to fuck you.
As usual, Armin fucked you with no remorse, his thrusts rough and hard, your hips falling until you were flush on the bed, his cock hitting so deep you felt like he would surely fuck you into the mattress.
Connie: Vibrating Cock Ring
“Oh fuck, right there!” you cried loudly as Connie buried his cock inside you. Sex with Connie was never boring and he was always willing to experiment, whether with roleplay, some exhibitionism, or toys. He thought sex should be fun and pleasurable, and he always followed through on both of those things. He did have favorites though, things he never got tired of no matter how many times you used them in the bedroom. The vibrating cock ring that was currently wrapped around his cock and pressed firm to your clit was one of those things.
You had bought the toy for Connie for a holiday a year or so ago and it quickly became a staple in your sexual sessions for both of you. Connie loved it, the way it sat against the base of his cock, squeezing just enough to stop him from cumming the second you turned it on, the vibrations traveled through his cock and even into his pelvis. It felt so good. For you, the ring vibrated against your clit as Connie fucked into you with hard, fast thrusts. It never failed to make you cream all over his cock, squeezing him better than the cock ring.
Connie pressed your knees to your chest hard, his hips jackhammering his cock into you at what felt like an inhuman speed. The cock ring was the slightest bit tight around the base of his cock, causing his cock to swell more than normal and stretch your walls deliciously. It was slamming against your clit, tingling with vibrations each time Connie’s cock was fully hilted inside you. Connie grunted as he started getting close. His whole body felt like it was vibrating. You reached out for him, bringing him down for a kiss and causing the ring to sit atop your clit, stimulating the swollen, throbbing bud. Your hips moved of their own accord, trying to grind up against him and the toy. Connie whined in your mouth, rocking into you as his mouth devoured yours in a wet, sloppy kiss.
Connie rutted fully inside you, cumming with a primal groan against your lips. He spilled into you, his cock twitching as his cum coats your walls. As he came, your hips swirled under him, grinding your clit on the vibrating ring until you followed after him, toppling over the edge as you reached your climax and clenched around his cock. Connie whined, overstimulation creeping in as your cunt clenched and squeezed tight around him and the ring kept vibrating. He knew it would hurt, the overstimulation, but he couldn’t stop himself from pulling out and slamming back in, fucking his cum even deeper into you. Even after cumming, he was still hard and he set a fast pace once more, even as he whimpered, fucking you with every ounce of energy in his body. He was addicted to the high and he kept chasing it, over and over.
Eren: Sex Swing
“Oh fuck, right there, feels so good,” Eren groaned as his fingers dug into the flesh of your back, pulling your suspended body toward his over and over, his cock sliding against your walls roughly. He had you lying back in the sex swing he’d bought with your ankles on his shoulders, a strap under your ass and another under the arch of your back. This was the sixth position tonight that he’d tried fucking you in the swing and he was showing no signs of slowing down. Words had long since left you, the only sounds escaping past your lips were the pants, moans, and cries of Eren’s name.
He pressed a kiss to your ankle, rough and wet, panting against your skin as he kept pulling you to him. One of his hands released the strap of the swing and reached around your legs, a long finger positioning itself against your already swollen clit. Your clit was oversensitive from the previous events and the simple touch had you clenching around him as your pleasure began to rush quickly toward its peak. Earlier in the evening, Eren had lowered the straps and hovered your cunt above his mouth, making you bounce and slide on his tongue desperately until you came hard with a cry of his name. Now, as he worked your overstimulated clit with his finger and his cock was fucking so deeply into you, it didn’t take long for you to cum hard around his cock, clenching and squeezing tight. You cried out his name and it simply made his actions even more purposeful as he chased his own high.
His hips began to move erratically, losing the pace he had set, gripping the straps of the swing with all his strength as a primal cry unleashed from his throat and he thrust deep into you. He held this position, your legs shaking against his body and his cock spilling, coating your walls. He stood with his cock pulsing inside you, intentionally taking deep breaths to regain control of himself and his faculties. Once again, both of you had strong, powerful orgasms, aided by the swing and Eren was thanking whatever higher power could exist that he bought this thing. You might walk with a limp tomorrow, you thought as Eren helped you out of the seat, but fuck if this wasn’t the best sex you’d had in years.
It had been a week since Eren had bought and installed the swing and in that time, it had become his favorite thing in the bedroom. You’d tried cock rings, vibrators were a frequent addition to your play time, and Eren was an expert rigger and loved to tie you up. However, in his mind, this sex swing took the cake. The way he was able to bend and fold your body into the swing, using it as leverage to fuck you harder, deeper, faster; he just couldn’t get enough of it. You had been enjoying it as well, the way he went feral, unhinged as he fucked into you, the swing allowing for such a wider range of motions and opening up a world of positions to you both. Your favorite had been when he lay back in the swing and you rode him, bouncing on his cock. The swing added an extra bounce from your movements, causing Eren’s cock to hit deeper than ever before, tapping against your cervix. You had been so sore the next day but it was worth it. As for Eren, he had found a website with ‘101 Positions To Try In A Sex Swing’ and he was quite determined to try them all.
Erwin: Riding crop
Erwin had noticed the way you looked at him when he rode his horse. Your face always betrayed your emotions and he could see the way you looked at him with desire. He simply assumed at first that you had simply thought he looked regal atop a horse, knowing you’d called him your knight on many occasions. When he confronted you with it, you had been shy, trying to change the subject until he finally pulled it out of you. It wasn’t Erwin riding a horse that had you flustered, it was the riding crop or whip that he often used when riding that had your thighs clenching together. You begrudgingly expressed how you found him wielding the objects very attractive and arousing. That same night, Erwin had brought them into the bedroom for the first time and discovered new things about both you and himself.
Erwin had tried the riding crop first. He dragged the flat end across your body, starting with your face. Trailing, teasing over your soft skin. He dragged it down the front of your throat and to the valley between your breasts. He took his time, letting the cool leather caress your nipples until they were hard, giving gentle swats to them as you whimpered, nerdy for more. He brought the riding crop down your stomach, smirking as you squirmed. When the crop ghosted over your cunt, you let out a loud moan and Erwin felt his cock stir, twitching within his uniform pants.
He instructed you to roll over, onto all four with your ass in the air and your legs parted so he could access your pretty cunt. He slid the riding crop up and down your folds, parting them and collecting the wetness on the leather. He did this for several minutes, teasingly rubbing the crop against you, until finally, he gave a light swat to your cunt. You had cried out loudly and Erwin had checked on you, afraid he had gone too far, but you’d simply looked up at him with tears in your eyes and a perfect, pleading pout and asked, “Please do it again Commander.”
He had done it again and again and again until you were dripping down your thighs, your holes clenching around nothing with each swat of the riding crop, your voice crying and begging him to fuck you. He’d fucked you well that night, his cock harder then it had ever been, sliding into your velvety cunt, soaked with your arousal. That night he’d discovered what fun he could have with the crop, but also just how far he could push you, taking you to the very brinks of pain and pleasure and keeping you there until the pleasure finally overpowered the pain.
Hange: Electroshock/ Electro play wand
“Be still,” Hange commanded, “Or my hand might just slip with this thing!” Their voice was somehow both light and playful, as well as dark and sinister at the same time. The little metal wand was being dragged down the valley of your breasts, a giddy laugh leaving Hange as you squirmed against the cold touch. As they circled the wand around your nipple, you let out a deep moan that quickly turned to a shriek as they pressed the button and a shock coursed radiated out from where the two small prongs were resting on the tip of the hard bud.
“There there,” Hange crooned, leaning down to press a quick but hard kiss to your lips. “You know the rules. You need to stay quiet and still or I’ll have to tie you up. Do you want that?” You shook your head ‘no’, even as you thought that maybe being tied up wouldn’t be so bad. Last time you’d been tied up for Hange, they had experimented with your body to see how much you could take until you passed out. You weren’t sure you could handle that again so soon.
Hange dragged the electroshock wand down your body, occasionally pressing the button and unleashing the jolt of electricity throughout you. When they brought the wand down between your legs, you spread open wider. Hange had trained you; you knew exactly what they liked for you to do and how they liked you to act when they played with you. The wand was dragged up and down your wet folds and you did your best not to flinch in anticipation.
Hange giggled maniacally as your body twitched with each drag of the wand up your slit, never knowing when they would decide to press the button. They reached their hand across your body and palmed your breast, kneading the tender flesh and pinching at your nipple. When you didn’t squirm or utter a sound, Hange smiled delightfully and leaned down to kiss you, slower and more intense this time. Once they pulled away, it was back to the wand.
“Hold your knees apart and to your chest,” Hange ordered. “Today we’re going to see how many times I can press this button and send a shock through you, right on your clit, until you squirm or make a noise. Of course you might pass out first like last time. Just don’t forget the magic word this time, promise?” You nodded and whispered out the safe word to show you remembered. “Good girl.”
Without any further warning, Hange pressed the button and white hot electricity coursed through your lower body, starting at your clit which twitched against the metal prongs. You remained silent and unmoving even as the shock from the wand dulled and you were filled with a numbness. Hange giggled once again at the way your tight little cunt clenched, winking at them as it spasmed, and your clit twitched against the inactive wand. Hange gleamed at you, smiling wickedly as their hand patted your pussy. “Good job, that’s one and you didn’t even move a centimeter! Let’s keep this going!”
Jean: Vibrator
“Fuck, Jean,” you cried out as he pressed the small bullet vibrator against your clit again. He had been teasing you for so long, dragging it slowly up and down your folds, dipping the tip inside you, pressing it to your clit and fucking around with the settings until you were writhing under his touches. Jean had a grin on his face, enjoying the way you reacted to his teasing and how he kept your orgasm just barely out of reach. “Please, Jean, need more. Need you. Please Jean, fuck I need it.”
He listened to your pleas, reveled in the sound of your sweet voice begging for more, but he wasn’t quite ready to give in. Instead, he pressed the tip of the vibrator to your clit with one hand and grasped his cock with the other hand. His hand were messy, covered in your slick from how long he’d been teasing you, and he used wetness to pump his cock. He pressed the head of his cock to your entrance as he adjusted the speed of the vibrator and smirked evilly as you thought he was finally giving in to your desires.
He wasn’t though. Jean barely started to press his cock into you before he moved it up and down your slippery folds, catching on your clit and hissing as he felt the vibrations on himself as well. A whine left your lips as you cried out, begging him once more with a symphony of pleas. He kept moving his cock up and down your slit, running his tip over the vibrator once, twice, a third time. Once he was ready, Jean grabbed your hand from where it was fisted in the sheets and forced you to take control of the vibrator.
“Hold that to your clit, don’t fucking drop it,” he ordered. He used his hands to spread your thighs wider, pressing them closer to your chest and opening you to him. Finally, Jean pressed his cock inside you, the swollen head stretching you nearly to discomfort even after all the prep he’d given you. Jean pushed in slowly, marveling at the way his cock disappeared inside you, captivating him every time no matter how many times he’d fucked you since the first time. He could feel the vibrations from the toy still as he slid inside you and groaned deeply at the sensation. You kept moving the vibrator in tight circles on your clit as he eased himself inside, the coil in your gut tightening to the point you knew you were about to cum just from this. Jean must have known, must have felt you tighten around him, because he looked up from where his eyes were trained on your cunt and smiled dangerously.
“You about to cum? I’m not all the way inside you yet.” He leaned forward, dropping his weight on you and seating his cock to the hilt inside you, his lips next to your ear. He reached down to grab the vibrator from your fingers and pressed a button, turning it up to the max setting. You arch up into his body as much as you can with your legs pressed to your chest and his weight crushing down on you, your cunt beginning to flutter as you can’t hold it back any longer. “Cum for me now and then I’m going to fuck you properly. Now.”
Levi: restraints
“Good girl,” Levi said, his voice low as he tightened the last of the restraints to your left ankle. You were completely bare in the middle of his bed, spread eagle as your wrists and ankles were secured to each corner of the bed with leather cuffs. The inside of them was soft, velvety so as to not hurt you if you squirmed, as long as you didn’t move too much. “Give them a tug for me, I want to make sure you can’t get out of them.” You did as Levi commanded and he gave a satisfied nod when he was sure you wouldn’t be able to escape him.
He walked around you, appraising the way you looked spread open, completely at his mercy, and a smirk spread slowly across his lips.
“Perfect.”
He rolled up the sleeves on his button up until they were above his elbows before sitting on the bed between your spread legs. He moved up, shuffling up the bed on his knees until he was close to you. He maneuvered your body within the restraints and placed a pillow under your hips, lifting you up while he laid down, dragging his nose and ghosting his lips up your inner thigh. You tried to squirm, his breath hot against your skin, but the restraints kept you firmly in place and unable to move. Levi chuckled darkly and looked up at you from between your thighs, his eyes sparkling with mirth.
“Trying to get away from me already?” He placed his hands on your inner thighs and spread apart your folds, the glistening little hole and swollen bud exposed to him. He leaned in, licking a stripe up your slit with the flat of his tongue, looking at you the entire time. “Not this time. I’m going to take my time and devour this cunt until I’m satisfied, and then I’m going to fuck the cunt I devoured until I’m satisfied. You, you’re going to lay there and be good and let me do as I please. Understood?” You nod, eyes nervous and Levi’s expression softens. He reaches a hand up to caress your cheek, tone more kind and less firm, “You have the safeword if you need to stop darling. Are you good?”
“I’m okay Levi, I trust you,” you reassure him. He gives a quick nod and slips right back into his position of power. He settles between your thighs once again and wastes no time in spreading your folds apart and beginning to lick at the slick leaking from you and sucking on your clit. His fingers move expertly inside you with a finesse you’d only known with him, curling against all the right spots and playing your body like an instrument made only for him.
Levi pulls orgasm after orgasm from you that night, taking pleasure in the way he can devour you and fuck you without you being able to squirm away and try to run as he overstimulated your body until you were clinging to the last bits of consciousness.
Mikasa: a strap-on
When Mikasa wears a strap, it’s not about her. She doesn’t even care if she cums at all that night, all she cares about is taking care of you, watching as you take everything she gives you and pulls orgasm after orgasm from you until you just can’t take it anymore.
“Are you going to be good for me?” Mikasa whispered in your ear. She was standing behind you, grinding the sizable toy against your ass. Mikasa had never been one for a small strap. She liked the ones that made you whine and whimper, the ones that brought pretty tears to the corners of your eyes as she stretched you wide around the cock attached to the leather harness. “Are you going to let me fuck this pretty little pussy?” she whispered, this time biting the shell of your ear softly. You whined in response, nodding for her. “Use your words.”
“Yes, Mommy,” you replied, voice shaky as your ass pushed back against her, wanting more.
“So needy,” she remarked. “Bend over for me. Legs apart.”
You did as told, bending over and widening your stance. Mikasa used two fingers to swipe up your folds, plunging them inside you to check if you were prepped enough. Not quite, but it would do. Mikasa grabbed the lube and poured it on the thick dildo attached to her strap, stroking it and making sure it was well coated. She moved, lining the strap up with your cunt, sliding it up and down wet folds and tapping the hard tip against your throbbing clit.
“You ready little one?” Mikasa said firmly, the tip of the toy pressed against your entrance. Mikasa smirked as you tried to push back and impale yourself as you nodded, a chorus of the words ‘yes’ and ‘please’ leaving your lips. Mikasa sank the cock into you, pushing deep inside you until she bottomed out. She gave you a moment to adjust to the stretch, massaging your ass soothingly and whispering words of praise about how good you always were for her. When you have the go ahead, Mikasa began to thrust slowly, deeply, reaching parts of you that only she ever had. She wouldn’t stop, not limited in how long she could go by physiology, Mikasa would fuck you on the toy until you were on the brink of consciousness, after you both lost count of how many times you came for her. After all, this wasn’t about her, not really. This was about how much she liked to take care of her sweet baby.
Sasha: double-ended dildo
“Oh fuck, Sasha!” you whine as she starts fucking the long dildo into you, a faster pace than you were used to. The woman has an excited expression on her face as she watched the way a white ring forms on the toy, your pussy dripping all over it as she continues to move it. She’d already made you cum on her tongue multiple times, her hunger for feasting on your cunt near insatiable. Her fingers move around your clit, mimicking the motions she uses when she touches herself and delighting when they seem to have the same effect on your body. She fucks you with the toy, her fingers aiding in your next impending orgasm, until you grasp her wrist and guide her to stop.
“Sasha, the toy is double ended for a reason,” you remind her as you attempt to remain still on the toy she has shoved inside you. “I want you to feel good too baby.” She pulls the toy from you and you guide her to lay down and hold her legs to her chest. You work her open, drawing the most beautiful noises from her lips as your fingers slide into her, pumping delicately and curling to press against all the right spots inside her. When you lean down to lap at her cunt, she releases her thighs and they all but crush your head as she wraps them around you, pulling your lips closer to where she wants them. It doesn’t take long until she’d cumming, creaming on your face as she grinds against your tongue and holds you in place.
Once she came down from her orgasm, you grabbed the toy, pressing it to her stretched little hole and pushing inside her. Once it was inside, you gave it a few thrusts, enjoying her little pants each time it filled her. You maneuvered your position and hers to allow you to sink onto the other side of the toy. It wasn’t too long, only about twelve inches, with the two ends now settled into your cunt and Sasha’s, but it was perfect. As you and Sasha held one another and began to grind and move against the toy, using each other as leverage, you would meet in the middle, cunts grinding together as they met.
It was bliss, feeling her so close, her hands scraping down your back as your own hands dug into her ass, the toy filling both of you, her pussy sliding against yours and the toy becoming wet with the slick from you both. Sasha’s fingers found your clit and yours found hers as you both helped one another reach yet another high, this time trying your best to reach the peak at the same time and holding each other close as your bodies tremble and shake from the overwhelming orgasm.
Reiner: paddle
“Come here and sit with me angel,” Reiner commanded, his voice gruff and tired from working all day.
You huffed, looking at him with a hand on your hip and an expression filled with sass. “Make me.”
Reiner looked up and you could see the shift in his face, his tired expression darkening as he took in your words. “You want to try that again? Come and sit with me. Now.”
You looked at him with all the will and defiance you possessed: “Make. Me.” Each word was emphasized, eyes hard as you stared at him from your position standing before him. Before you could blink, Rein had leaned forward to grab your wrist and he pulled you toward him. Falling off balance, Reiner maneuvered you mid-fall so that you fell onto his lap, your back pressed to his chest as his arms trapped you.
“I’ll fucking make you,” he seethed, voice low and dangerous. He stood, carrying you with ease to the bedroom and soon enough, you found yourself propped up on all fours, your clothes discarded and leaving you bare on the bed, as Reiner paced behind you.
“Had such a long day, just wanted you to sit and cuddle with me,” he ranted. “But no, you had to go and be a fucking brat that needs punishing.” Reiner dragged the hard, wooden paddle slowly across your ass cheeks, the cold making you shiver. “Anything you want to say to me?”
“No,” you huff, still defying him, breathing heavy from the way he manhandled you into position. You allow your bottom lip to jut out in a pout before looking back at him in time to see the paddle brought down on your ass. Hard. You give a yelp, crying out with surprise and pain from the harsh smack. Reiner watched, admiring the way your flesh rippled as he brought it down again on the other cheek. Your body jolted forward and you struggled to remain on all fours. Reiner watched as the skin darkened, a bruise blossoming immediately from using so much of his strength.
“You want to try that again?” Reiner all but growled. You remained quiet, defiantly looking straight ahead, even as the stinging pain spread across your cheeks. Reiner sighed and ran a hand down the paddle. It was his favorite. He had several that he enjoyed using on you: a leather one, one studded paddle, a paddle with a cut-out of the word ‘brat’. This one though, long and wooden with a dark, almost onyx stain to the wood, was his favorite. It was also the one that typically got you to behave the quickest. From past experience, you knew when he used the wood paddle, sitting would be rather uncomfortable the next day. With your silent defiance, Reiner brought the paddle down swiftly on both cheeks once again. This time, a cry escaped your throat and tears prickled the corner of your eyes. The sound caused his cock to twitch, hardening within his pants. Even as he was inflicting this punishment upon you, he could see how aroused you were, your folds becoming slippery with your slick, dripping down to the space between your thighs. You were enjoying it as much as he was.
“Fine,” he states, voice a bit softer as his hand smoothed over your ass, touching the marks he left. “You want to be a brat tonight, I’ll treat you like a fucking brat. You won’t be able to sit tomorrow.”
Reiner spent the rest of the night bruising your ass until you finally relented, crying out an apology to him for misbehaving. After that, he was tender, sweet as he fucked you, rewarding you with his thick cock for finally being good.
Note: THIS WAS IN MY DRAFTS FOR TWO MONTHS BECAUSE I COULDN’T WRITE EREN’S! I made myself finish last night and I am DONE with this! It’s posted, I can finally move on to something else 💙If I forgot a TW, let me know; it was hard to get them all.
