thinking about short top x tall bottom relationships
your partner’s friends believe that just because you were two feet shorter than him: that it would obviously mean that you would be the one taking it in the relationship. how could you blame those meatheads when your boyfriend was everything a stereotypical dominant man was “supposed” to be. muscles that could be compared to Greek gods, good looks, possessing a constant stern and confident attitude, and he had a successful career that made him good money.
your lover didn’t try to deny the accusations. probably too embarrassed to admit the truth. you had to hide your smirk when you saw your bf trying desperately to change the subject. looking tense and flustered as his gaze shifted from his hands to you to his friends. it wasn’t until you dropped his friends off and were now alone with him in your car that his mask finally cracked. before he could say a word, you place the palm of your hand on top of his shaking leg. dangerously close to his clothed pelvis. his breathe hitched when he meet your eyes. they were smug and hungry.
at that moment he knew it didn’t matter what excuses he spewed out. you were going to show him who was really in charge. he couldn’t help blood rushing south as his mind started fantasizing about what you were planning for him.
you grin devilishly when you catch sight of his cock straining against his dress pants. oh you were going to have so much fun breaking him.
. . . . . . . . . . . .
“oh! oh yeah— fuck! faster please please!”
you’ve seen many beautiful things in your life. but the sight of your lover presenting his bare ass for you to rail as he sobbed out your name like a prayer definitely topped them all. he let out choked moans when your cock continuously hits his prostate. his grip on the pillows rival that of a vice as his tears wet the covers. he thrusts back against your cock to the best of his ability as the bruising grip you had on his waist prevented him from moving the lower half of his body. forcing him to stay still and take it.
you let out a shaky breath as you gazed down at the so called ‘master in the sheets’. now a pathetic, beautiful mess as his tight hole took you in. just the sight of his tear stained face and velvety ass was enough to almost make you spill inside him. you increase the pace of your hips. your sweat slicked balls slapping against your lover’s ass as the volume of his moans and cries increased. the clap of your bf’s ass meeting your pelvis filled you with pride as you couldn’t resist the temptation of slapping his cheek. his hole tightened significantly around you.
“haha. guess your friends were wrong about you, lovely. was this what you wanted? embarres me so i can show you who you really belonged to? hmm?” you lower your torso as you teased him by slowly grinding against his sweet spot. he raised his head to look up at you.
“i’m yours. always make me feel good. go faster again please. i’m close, ‘m sorry— ah!”
your pace returns to rough and quick as soon as the words left his pretty mouth. “good boy- hah- cum for me,” you breathlessly command him. he followed your orders instantly, biting his pillow cover to muffle his pathetic sob as his cock spilled white on the sheets.
his climax triggered yours, you sigh as you fill him with warmth. you knew that this wasn’t going to be the last round, so you rest on top of your lover’s back until he gave you the ‘okay’ to continue. you could feel his chest rise and fall as he tries to catch his breath. if you weren’t paying attention intensely, you would’ve missed the breathless “i love you” he told you.
you cover his sweat coated back in soft kisses, you couldn’t even reach his neck, “i love you too, gorgeous,” you whisper back. you bite back a groan when he started grinding against your cock, signaling that he was ready for round two.
his jolt alarms you. he's jumping away from your touch – something he prefers not to do, such a clingy thing but today – rather, right now, he grunts in a whiny tone and pushes you away to turn on his side, your cock slipping out of his spongy walls.
he clenches his fist, knuckles turning white as he tries his best to keep them from shaking. his tan skin tinted red..
eren buried his face in the crook of his arm to hide his burning face. the tips of his ears wiggle when he realizes you're shifting above him, taking advantage of his vulnerable state to move his trembling leg over your shoulder.
he whines again, low and barely audible. he clenches around thin air, he knows what's going to happen now. you'll push back in and stuff him full until he weeps. then, you'll leave him debauched and needy for more.
he's spent nights biting his lip and shoving his fingers inside himself to reach that itchy spot deep in his stomach, wiggling them around only to find himself frustrated when he couldn't soothe himself.
"eren, sweetheart. relax.. i know you can do it. you're my sweet thing-" he shakes his head at your enticing coo, twisting his upper body to pick up his pillow so he can shove his face into it. however, the motion has his chest brush against the sheet, his brown and bitten nipple catching onto it.
he panics and arches his chest away, his abdomen flexing inwards and violently pushing himself to his back
he wasn't able to get far due to the hold you had over his legs but at least his chest wouldn't get touched. you grin wickedly. he's acting like an amateur.
but Eren is far from a virgin, not since you came crawling into his life.
"can't- ... hah i can't.."
"yes, you can. c'mere." eren nods and lies still as you position yourself near his clenched hole. "biiigg stretch, now.. you can take it.."
eren gasps as he watches the head of your cock disappear from his view. the stretch of you has him withering his hips off the bed. a cry tumbles past his lips.
he shakes his head. no, no- wait.
"...you running from me?" the mighty titan shifter squealed quietly and his emerald eyes peered up at you between wet lashes..
you groan at the sight.
"you, eren? really? what's the matter? can't take me anymore? i thought you were such a big man. i thought wrong, i assume."
"i-" He swallows thickly, "i can't right nghh right now.. this feels like a sin, i need a break.. please!"
tags/warnings: nerd!eren x mean!fem reader, college au, eren is a subby loser, lowkey perverted, mentions of other aot characters, (probably ooc because i haven't seen the show), porn with plot, masturbation, flashback to first time, riding, dacrphyllia, voice kink, mentions of creampie, dumbfication, brief nosebleed, orgasm denial/retention, eren likes being used I fear...
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Eren couldn't help himself.
He missed you. He missed you so much, he tried distracting himself with doom scrolling, just to see you in a photo Jean tagged you in. On the beach, in the bikini, you tease him about wearing during study sessions.
Maybe it was the way the spandex hugged your curves, or how little your top covered your breasts. Maybe it was that seductive look you gave the camera, lowering your gaze, as if you knew Eren was going to see it - taunting him with the memory of when you two were alone.
“Have you ever even felt the touch of a woman before?” Eren's eyebrows pinched, biting his lips, as you trapped him against the wall.
“S-So what if I haven't?” He tried to sound unbothered by your bullying, but once again, your knowing smirk shot his ego down to zero– you both knew who had the upper hand. But you didn't abuse it, oh no. You gave him an option, gracefully wrapping your arms around his tense shoulder, gold bangles barely brushing past his pink cheeks, focusing on the nerd with a new look in your eyes–it was warm, and alluring, staring deeply into his eyes, and then to his lips. His chest heaved, forgetting how to breathe, as you moved to fix his glasses.
“Would you like to?”
Before he knew it, he was hard. Precum leaked through his boxers, as his hand ached to touch himself. It was wrong, he shouldn't but the more he stared at the picture, the more his mind slipped out of his control. He slowly pulled his length out, red and dripping. Shamefully, he began to stroke, shuddering at how sensitive he's become. He continued pumping, filthy wet sounds filling his ears as he closed his eyes to fantasize about you better.
You did this. You took his sanity and virginity, haven't called him back for weeks and now all he can do is remember the way you were on top, taking him in and out of a warm, sopping cunt, and your moans softly fanning his skin.
“Ah ~ you feel so good~ fvck~” You mewled into his ear, as he gripped tight to the sheet watching you fvcked yourself with him. Tears began to stream down his face, feeling himself getting closer and closer, stifling a loud sob as he tried to use his voice.
“[name] I-I-I need to-”
He let out a choked moan, as you sat up, taking in all of him, “you need to cum?” You asked coyly. he nodded desperately as he pleaded and chanted your name like a prayer. a smile stretched on your face as you started bouncing on his throbbing cock, forcing sweet, cracked moans out his dry throat. he began to mindlessly beg for mercy, tears and snot running down his face. “ngh, no, no please~ i’ll~”
“You want me to stop?~” You threatened to slip off but he quickly grabbed your waist, hugging you to stay. You giggled, holding up his chin to make him face you. His green eyes were glazed over, begging for release, but he didn't know how to. You tilted your head, “Do you need help to cum?”
Eren couldn't speak. He looked up to if you were a goddess, basking in the small moments you were nice to him. He nodded, blocking out everything else in the world except you. He only wanted you.
You forced him to maintain eye contact as you slowly began to rock your hips, shuddering at your stimulation but pushing through it. You wanted to see him go dumb.
“Let go at one, ok” ?You whispered against the shell of his ear, he moaned in response.
“Ten”
You tightened around him, overstimulated yourself.
“Nine~”
His mouth fell open, twitching underneath you.
“Eight”
He hid himself in the crook of your neck.
You gasped, “Seven.”
Muffling his pathetic, loud whines and cries against you.
“Six”
You pushed him back against the headboard.
“Five. Don't make me start over.” You warned as he keened to your hand around his neck.
“Four, fvck~”
You moaned, feeling yourself getting close too. Meanwhile, Eren was on the brink of filling you up to the brim. He sniffled, holding himself back.
“Three!”
Eren's vision blurred as his bottom half went numb. So close.
“Two”
You paused to catch your breath. Looking down to see him absolutely gone. Drool flowed from his mouth as he lay there whimpering like a puppy. He looked too cute to not be awarded. You went closer to his face, feverishly closing the space between your lips. It was sloppy, desperate, and gross. Leaving a string of saliva between you two.
Eren let out a shaken “thank you” as his eyelids began to droop, still trying his best to look at you. You bit your lip, holding back a smile, but you couldn't help it.
“One. Let it all out like a good boy~”
In reality, he's thrashing around in his twin-sized bed alone in his messy dorm. Clear-frame glasses skewed and foggy on his face, hair disheveled, left hand covering his mouth squeezing and twisting his cock, until warm seeds slowly cascaded down his shaft–pooling onto his abs.
He removed his hands as his body shook and convulsed. Eventually, he laying motionless, bordering sleep until his eyes began to flutter open, and he recollected himself.
Once the clarity kicked in, so did shame.
He rolled over, stuffing his face into a pillow. “Why did I do that!?”
He wasn't sure what he regretted the most, letting his desires gain control over him, or letting you be first, so now his only desire is you. Eren Yeager, top of all his classes, who never let anything get in his way, fvcked with someone who he knew deep down would be the death of him and still indulged.
That's what he gets for falling for someone who hated his guts.
He reached for the box of tissues as his phone buzzed.
Groaning in irritation, he forced himself up to fix his glasses and pants, picking them up with his unsoiled hand.
“unknown number”
Must be his lousy roommate, Jean Kirstein, calling from the county jail.
“What?” he rasped harshly, expressing his annoyance before Jean said anything. There was an unusual pause on the other side.
“...Is that how you pick up the phone, Yeager?”
Eren choked on nothing, falling into a coughing fit. It was you. After all this time, it was you! Why did you have to call now? He put the phone back to his ear, but was too scared to speak.
“You good?” You voiced concern.
He gets himself together, attempting to play it cool. “Uh huh,” His voice betrayed him. “Um, how- how are you? I haven't heard from you in a while.”
You noticed but mercifully didn't say anything. “I lost all my contacts after I got a new phone. Mikasa gave me yours. Why? Did ya miss me?”
You had no idea, but he couldn't let you know that. He steadied his voice, “No, because you missed 5 study sessions, I was getting worried about your…studies.”
You audibly blinked “...Lame.”
“Yeah, that was lame, " Eren thought to himself, pinching the bridge of his nose from an upcoming headache.
You smacked your lips, “But you're kind of right? I need to finish this history project tonight to save my grade, and I'm hardly finished. Can you come over?”
Eren froze. Did he hear that right? You never invited him to your house before, let alone your space, unless it came at the expense of his rationale. He cleared his throat. “Sure. Um, when?”
“Now, duh!” You dropped the call, leaving him back with unsanctified thoughts and feelings. That night with you replayed through his head like a broken record. His thoughts, his sounds, your sounds, your smell, your body, came back like a flood. You've completely intoxicated him
It made him dizzy.
Stumbling into his shared bathroom, he caught a glimpse of himself in the dirty mirror– his brown hair all disheveled, his eye bags were more visible, and sweat riddled his acne-prone skin, causing strands of his hair to stick to it. And to top it all off, dark red blood rolling down his nose.
He let out a deep exhale as he reached for a tissue. “Who am I kidding? [name] would never date someone like me.”
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a/n: may or may not have a part 2. please don't count on it
Why are you doing that? Why are you acting like you don't notice how much he needs you?
Your shy subby boyfriend wants to feel you inside him, not his own fingers in the bathroom late at nights. One thought pulsates in his mind: “How can he explain that he wants you?" His shyness prevents him from asking you to fuck him. His Google page is a whole story about how he tries every day to find a way to seduce you. He tried all possible methods:
He took out his perfume, the ones you once called your favourites. He sprayed them on his neck, on the wrists, then passes them through the collarbone and chest, trying to create an elusive fragrant veil for you. He did it with the hope that when you get closer, the smell of the perfume you love will make you want to. But all he sees in response is your restrained smile.
Realising that the perfume didn't work, he decides to take bolder steps. He bought ice cream, enjoying it in front of your eyes. He ate it slowly, sensually licking his fingers, and watching your reaction with awe, but in response the same indifferent look.
In his head, he goes through various images that, in his opinion, can ignite passion in you. He tried on transparent lace lingerie, choosing the most seductive, hoping that you will not resist this seductive appearance. But again, he only got a light nod.
One of his most daring actions is the photos in which he poses in short tennis skirts. He chose the perfect angle, trying to make his image look both innocent and exciting. Every detail in the picture is carefully thought out: from how the fabric flows on his hips to the gentle blush on his cheeks. He sent you these photos, burning with the desire to get a compliment or a text that you're already coming, but only got "👍"
touchstarved boys who always need to touch you one way or another, whether it's a hand around your waist, fingers laced with yours, nuzzling his head into your neck.
that whine at the slightest touch anyways, keening when you run your fingers through their hair. holding back a moan when you scratch gently at their scalp with your nails.
who glow under your love, shuddering with the sweet praise that drips your lips.
who try to do their very best so you'll call them your good boy and maybe if they're very good you'll let them touch your body, let them lay between your legs and taste you--if they're good. a tantalizing carrot on a stick that leaves them panting with need.
touchstarved boys that can't bear to be apart from you long, and can hardly keep sane without you in their line of sight,
who grip at your wrist when you try to leave for work, begging you to stay as they drop onto their knees, hugging your legs.
who plead and plead for you not to leave them, whining and sniffling when you try to shake them off.
who nudge their nose against your thigh, sweet big eyes looking up and only then can you tell deep inside where this was always inevitably going to go.
touchstarved boys who you could never seem to say no to.
In a mood for spanking *sigh* all bc of this fucking manhwa…
Dom!reader x sub!character NSFW
Telling your adorable little sub that it’s a punishment, even though the mistake he made as such a small one! But because he is such a good boy, he accepts it nonetheless. Asking you nicely, “please punish me.. I deserve it.”
Have him bend over the nearest table, counter, or lean against the wall, then make him raise his hands above his head while you spank him. One slap after another, the pain and sting gradually gets more intense and so does his moans. Cute little sobs can be heard from him, as well as the occasional pleads. He’d beg in such a sweet tone, that your heart starts to melt, “Hnngh.. master, forgive me..!” Though sadly for him, it just made you want to continue! Grabbing his hair as you tell him, “count until we reach five slaps, then I’ll stop. Don’t make another mistake.”
Such an obedient boy, he’s trying, he’s really trying his best! There is nothing he hates more than being a bad boy and see you mad. Oh he’d be so eager and desperately, whining and trembling as he follows your command. Not to mention the tears rolling down his cheeks~ Despite all that, he’s enjoying it. His pants got a wet spot after all. Never did you knew hearing someone count was so erotic!
After he finally reached the number five, his legs are shivering to the point he collapses to the ground. Poor baby was so overwhelmed and exhausted he couldn’t stand by himself anymore. Now, he is shaking on the ground, while the some white fluid starts to seep through his pants. Guess what it is~
Levi Ackerman was never meant to fall apart for anyone—but he did for you. Now he’s on his knees, clinging to something that’s already slipping through his fingers. And you? You never promised to stay.
Contains: (dominant!male reader × Levi Ackerman, emotional manipulation, power dynamics, obsession, soft control, slow unraveling, psychological tension, angst with heat underneath)
Levi was crying.
He was on his knees, clinging to my leg like his life depended on it, trying to stop me from leaving. Who would’ve thought? The great Levi Ackerman, reduced to this, begging for me.
“Please… don’t go,” he sobbed, red-eyed and trembling, his hands gripping my pants tighter.
I clicked my tongue, annoyed, and gave him a light push with my foot to make him let go. I was getting tired of this scene.
“Pathetic…” I muttered, looking down at him with disgust.
And he really was. Utterly pathetic.
I watched him flinch at my words. He didn’t dare lift his head. He just knelt there, silent, his gaze fixed on the floor. I remained standing, towering over him. He stayed down, head bowed, the picture of submission.
A faint smile tugged at the corner of my lips. So the effect I had on him hadn’t faded after all.
I crouched down, slowly, until I was at his level. I raised his chin with a single finger, forcing his eyes to meet mine. In that moment, I saw it all—his sadness, his fear… maybe even love?
My expression didn’t change. I studied him, watching how his body tensed under my gaze. He squirmed slightly, uncomfortable, but said nothing. Just let me look.
I sighed and stood back up.
“Don’t follow me. I’ll contact you when I need you,” I said, coldly, not even glancing back as I walked toward the door.
It had been interesting, getting to know him—his preferences, his fears, his weaknesses.
Could I request Levi from AOT + dildos/toys plays + double penetration + male dom reader?
— levi ackerman • aot —
cw: dom reader, sub levi, dildo, toys play, double penetration, male reader, sweet reader.
niilue’s 3k event
levi's ass feels so hot and tight around my cock as i begin to thrust, faster and harder. i can feel the head of my dick pressing against his prostate, and he lets out a moan that sends shivers down my spine. i grab his hair roughly and yank his head back, watching as he arches his back further, offering himself to me completely.
my other hand finds its way between us, teasing at the entrance to his body before slipping inside, finding the thick, velvety length of the toy I'd prepared earlier. i push it against him, slowly at first, feeling the slick heat of his body as I push the dildo deeper and deeper inside. he lets out a gasp, his muscles tensing as he adjusts to the foreign intrusion.
"that's it, baby," i murmur, my voice rough with desire. "take it all." i begin to thrust the dildo in and out of him, harder and faster now, feeling his body stretch and accommodate me. I grab his hips, guiding him up onto his knees as I stand behind him, giving me deeper access to his ass. my cock is still buried within him, thrusting in time with the dildo, stretching him to his limits.
i lean down, my lips pressing against his ear. "you're so fucking amazing, levi," i whisper, my voice shaking with need. "i can't get enough of you." my other hand finds its way back to his cock, already hard and leaking pre-cum. I begin to stroke him in time with my thrusts, feeling him grow hotter and harder in my grip. "come for me, baby. show me how much you need this."
as if my words were a trigger, levi's body tenses and arches forward, his breath hitching in his throat. his fingers scrape against the mattress as he tries to steady himself, his ass clamping down on me in response to the building pressure within him. his moans fill the room, echoing off the walls and surrounding us like a symphony of desire.
as the pleasure overtakes him, his moans grow louder and more urgent. "i'm… i'm close… i need… more…" his voice is pleading, desperate, and I can feel the tension building in his body as he fights for release. i pick up the pace, thrusting harder and deeper into him with the dildo, my cock still buried inside him. "come for me, levi. let it go."
his ass clenches around me, squeezing tightly, and I can feel the heat building inside him. "please… more…" he gasps, his head falling back as his orgasm takes hold. his body shudders with release, his muscles relaxing as he cums around my cock and down the length of the dildo. the tension finally releases, and I collapse on top of him, panting heavily.
my cock twitches inside him, still hard and demanding more, but for now i'm content to just hold him and feel his body pressed against mine. "god, levi," i whisper, kissing the back of his neck. "you were amazing."
