summary: reader and satoru are both lazy and horny as fuck
warnings/contents: 18+ minors dni. dry humping and finger fucking. praise. satoru calls reader "good girl".
word count: around 1.1k
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A/N: repost cos it didn't show up in the tags the first time! first time writing for jjk, i hope you'll enjoy the read. feedback is always greatly appreciated! love y'all and take care. <3
lying in bed with satoru often ends like this: both of you in nothing but your underwear because you want each other so bad, but the day’s been long and exhausting and you can’t even get yourselves to remove the last layer of clothing separating you from each other.
there are some teasing words, him saying “c’mon, sweetness, how about you just ride me? it’s a win-win.” when he knows that if you could, you’d very much like to bounce on his cock until both of your brains grow foggy.
“how ‘bout you fuck me from behind, satoru? like that one time?" you laugh, taking a hold of his hand that’s been resting on his lower abdomen, then guiding it to your thigh, “i’ll lie here and be all pretty for you, hm?”
now he’s the one laughing, turning to face you and bringing his other arm up to rest his head on the palm of his hand, “you’d like that, me doing all the work?”
his fingers lazily running over your soft skin, he smirks, “you’re also very pretty when you’re on top of me. you know i always enjoy the view.”
the retort waiting on the tip of your tongue dies down to a surprised gasp for air when his thumb suddenly grazes over your clit, hard enough for you to feel the sensation through the cotton of your panties. he continues to circle the bundle of nerves, smirk still shining on his face.
“such a shame,” he breathes. “if only one of us would have the energy to take off our clothes, then we’d have so much more fun.”
his thumb still working your clit, gentler now; he presses his index and middle finger against your clothed folds, rubbing slightly. you nod at his words, “if only.”
he knows exactly how to get you riled up. switching between harder and softer touches, and it feels like it’s only been a few moments until you’re thrusting your hips up to meet his hand. fisting the sheets beside you, you turn your head to see him biting his lip, watching your movements through half-lidded eyes.
“always so desperate,” he coos and takes his hand away, causing you to let out a frustrated sigh. “and so impatient, too.”
bringing his hand up to you, you know exactly what he wants you to do. rolling your eyes at his comment, you open your mouth, inviting him in. he’s quick to follow, pushing both index and middle finger inside, leaving you to gag around them when you coat them in your spit.
“good girl-that’s right.”
his words alone are enough for the warmth in your stomach to grow, tingling down your thighs and up to your lower back. it’s always nice to hear him praise you for how good you suck his fingers - or his dick.
satoru loses no time when he finds you’ve done a good enough job. he runs his hand down your throat, over your breasts and finally, slips fingers under your panties.
you can’t help but moan when you feel the palm of his hand cupping your core, both middle and index finger already gathering the slick from your folds whilst his thumb goes back to circling your clit.
thrusting your hips up again, he lets out another breathy laugh, “eager today, hm?”
“shouldn’t-” you try to gather your words, “shouldn’t come as a surprise.”
you already feel your walls clench around nothing and the moment you feel yourself growing frustrated at him not offering you anything, he’s pushing his middle finger inside. with your panties still on, he’s having a hard time maneuvering his large hand, both his index and ring finger now pressing against your folds.
“satoru-”
the arm he’s been resting his head on now slipping under you, he turns you toward him, burying his face in the crook of your neck, “you’re right, it shouldn’t.”
grazing his teeth over the sensitive skin, you’re bucking against his hand, movements growing more and more erratic. middle finger joined by his index, you bring your arm up to his, holding onto his shoulder.
“nearly there?” you hear his words dripping with pride even when they’re mumbled against your neck, “doin’ a good job, hm?”
he’s pressed up against you now, rubbing his clothed dick against your thigh, and you feel the little patch of wetness that’s built up on his boxers, “y- yes.”
“good.” it’s more of a moan than a real word, “don’t want you to go to sleep unsatisfied.”
now you’re the one letting out a breathy laugh, wondering how he’s still able to form coherent sentences when all you can think of is the wave of heat that’s close to washing over you, leaving you to grip his shoulder tighter than before.
he’s going to have some crescent shaped marks come morning, you think, prominent enough for others to see and to know where they came from.
the thought alone is nearly enough to push you over the edge, because you want everyone to know satoru gojo belongs to none other than you. you’re moving against him with nothing more than sharp thrusts at this point, meeting his fingers mid-way.
“be a good girl and cum for me, yeah? wanna hear you moan my- my name.”
him losing a sense of his words, and the added ring finger that’s pumping in and out of your drenched pussy is what makes the knot inside of you unravel. burying your face in his chest, there’s only his name that’s leaving your lips - mixed with “fu- fuck” and hazy laughs, you feel the heat running down your body, pooling in your stomach.
riding his hand through your high, you’re left breathless when he pulls out. your walls clenching down on nothing now, he brings his hand back up to your waist. pulling you in even closer, he’s rutting against you, gripping down, hard.
“so good, satoru, so good.” you run your hand through his hair, tugging at the ends, scraping his scalp slightly. you’re trying to pull him in even closer than he already is, but right now there’s not even enough room for a slip of paper to fit between the two of you.
he’s soon to follow you over the edge, hand now clutching your waist even harder than before, leading you to inhale sharply. with his dick still trapped in his boxers, the sticky wet of his cum is seeping through when he’s panting against your neck, “shitshitshitshit.”
holding you in place for his thrusts, his movements turn slower with every passing second, your name still like a prayer on his lips.
you lie like this for a while, an entangled mess of limbs, when his laugh pipes through the silence, “i think the last time i came in my boxers was when i was 18.”
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summary: your fave asked you to tie him to the bed, but he doesn't like how cocky you get all of a sudden. this can be read with any male-bodied character in mind!
warnings/content: 18+ minors dni. dom/sub dynamics. sub!reader. daddy kink, restraints, creampie. reader gets called princess, good girl, sweetness.
word count: around 1.1k
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A/N: y'all, i couldn't decide who this is so. you want your fave fucking you while he's tied up? then this is for you. have fun while reading and feedback is greatly appreciated! let me know who you thought of when reading this, i'd really like to know! and a shoutout to @peachycoreroo who i sent a very rough draft to on whatsapp and who pushed me to make something of it. <3 take care. xx
"C'mon, you know how to do it." though his words meant assurance, they’re dripping with sarcasm.
"You pull this-" strong hands coming up to grab the rope you've been holding onto, "through here-" tying a knot, he looks up to you with one brow raised, "and then tie it around this frame."
He leans back, one hand resting on the heavy wooden frame of the bed, the other still holding the rope in his open palm, an open invitation for you to take it back.
"But-but i don't want to hurt you," you chew your lip and lean forward, trying to crawl back onto his lap where you had spent the evening sucking and licking his dick until it leaked with pre and was practically drenched in your spit. It was then, with a hungry groan, that he had offered this.
That tonight, you should tie him to the bed. Tonight, it’s you having power over him for once.
With a click of his tongue, he shakes his head and places his hand on your stomach, holding you at an arm's length.
"We're gonna do this, princess." Handing you the rope, he brings both his hands together, "You're gonna tie daddy up so you can fuck yourself on his dick the way you want, hm?"
Gaze locked on his half-lidded eyes, you take a deep breath before nodding, "Okay."
Your hands still tremble when pulling the rope around his strong wrists, and you have a hard time tying a simple knot. But with him guiding you through it; eventually, you're leaning over him as you tighten the rope around the heavy bedpost. He has nowhere to go, not anymore.
Seeing him like this, leaning against the headboard of your bed and feigning helplessness, has your slick basically dripping down your thighs already. The dim light accentuating his toned body just right, you feel yourself getting lost in the sight before your eyes.
"Good girl, you’ve done well." A small smile playing around the corners of his mouth when he shifts into a more comfortable position.
The feeling of pride rushing through you at his praise provides you with enough courage to nod again, as if all you needed was just a little more encouragement. Though the tips of your ears are still growing hot, you climb onto his lap and reach down behind you. There’s a sharp inhale coming from him when the tips of your fingers graze his dick before you run it’s head along your wet folds. What was warmth this whole evening now turns into heat at the touch, tingling all through your body.
You lean slightly forward and press a hasty kiss on his lips before resting your forehead against his.
"Right, that's good-" he breathes, "Watch out, remember you're not able to take me all at once."
"I'm the one in charge now." You don't know what's gotten into you, and he seems equally as surprised at your answer, with his head just falling back against the frame and a deep laugh, he licks his lips.
"Okay, go for it."
I will, you think, knowing you can take him. You’re sure of it. Bracing yourself on his shoulder with one hand and lowering down on his cock, the fat head prodding at the first ring of muscle is already causing you to inhale sharply.
Maybe not all at once.
You try to hold yourself like this, to relax around him with deep breaths and the tip of your tongue between your teeth. But when you look up to his face again, you see a devilish grin haunting his expression.
Fuck.
It's then that he jerks his hips upward sharply, not leaving you enough time to scramble away from him and with a surprised “Oh,” you fall forward, right into his arms. Right where he wanted you to be, the angle perfect for him to thrust into your wet heat without mercy.
"What's wrong, sweetness?" His laugh comes breathless and his words are low, "I thought you're the one in charge?"
There's nothing you feel but the sensation of him continually pumping into you, making you bounce on his cock although he's the one that's tied up. Although he’s the one who shouldn’t have any power right now.
So all you do is babble incoherent words of "daddy" and "please" and, after he’s hit the bundle of nerves just right, all you say is “moremoremore”.
"That's what I thought, princess. Look at me."
You lift your gaze to see his face flushed with heat, beads of sweat on his forehead letting you know it's exhausting for him, too.
“You listening?”
“Mh- yes.”
"Either, you're gonna cum on my dick like this, and we're not going to talk about what you just tried to do." He thrusts up again and your toes curl. Feeling your heart beating somewhere in your throat, not in your chest where it's supposed to be, your arms wrap around his shoulders for leverage.
You nod eagerly into the crook of his neck, letting him know you’ve understood. “Y- yes, daddy," it takes everything within you to think straight. Lifting your hips for him to reach even deeper parts of you.
"Or-" he laughs, "or you're not gonna cum for a whole week and all I will use is that dirty little mouth of yours. Okay?"
“Gotta- gotta make sure you know your place, mh?” Though his words come harsh, he turns his head to press a kiss to your temple, “Want you to stay my good girl.”
At this point, all you want is his touch, his hands on your body, anywhere but where they are right now. Trying to reach up to untie him, he shakes his head no.
“Exactly like this, princess.”
When you try to suppress a whine at his words, he laughs again, low and deep growling vibrating against your chest, “Cum on my cock, I know you can do it.”
With him praising you although you’ve misbehaved, although you’ve been cocky, you finally feel the heat reaching a new high, causing your senses to dull and heighten at the same time.
Apart from him against you, in you, there’s nothing else your mind focuses on. “I’m- i’m close.”
“Me too.”
Leaning back to look into his face, you see him with his eyes closed and pleasure written across his face. “Hurry up, sweetheart.”
So you do, eyes locked on him when you clench down and feel like the knot that’s been building inside of you all day is finally bursting apart, leaving you to fall back forward when he stutters in his pace- following you over the edge right after.
He still thrusts into you, his warm cum already sticking to your thighs and you know that next time, he’s gonna want you to tie him up, again.
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summary: fem!reader and porco get it on in the bathroom. porco has his phone to document everything for colt, who is reader's boyfriend. all aged up to be 21+.
warnings: 18+ minors dni. infidelity! semi-public sex, slight dacryphilia, heavy dirty talk, mirror sex, creampie - reader doesn't know he's filming at first but is okay with it. also poor colt :(
word count: around 1.6k
beta reader: the most wonderful @1252291 came through. love you to the moon and back. <3
A/N: contribution to my adult movie tropes collab!
pock brainrot is strong with this one. i hope you enjoy and feedback is always greatly appreciated. take care and lots of love. xx
you know it’s wrong.
the moment he closes the door behind him and turns the key, you’re torn between wanting to push him away and pulling him in even closer. leaning against the cold porcelain of the sink, you take a shaky breath. outside, they’re playing music and you hear annie’s shrieking laugh.
outside is the party colt took you to. to meet his friends, as he had put it.
now you’re here, in a small bathroom at an unknown house, not with colt – but with porco galliard. heart beating heavy in your chest as he lets his eyes wander over your body, you feel small and pathetic. still, the longing that has brought you here is slowly catching fire, turning into lust.
he doesn’t say a word when he takes a step toward you, placing his hands on your hips and grabbing them tightly. his grip is sure to leave a bruise but with how he breathes against your ear, you don’t care anymore. “i-“
“shh, you’re gonna kill the mood,“ porco chuckles and dips his head down, driving the flat of his tongue against your collarbone before pulling away and blowing against it, causing you to shiver and the tiny hairs on your body to stand up in anticipation.
you know it’s wrong, know you shouldn’t allow him to hook his hands under your thighs and lift you up so you can sit on the edge of the sink – so why are you wrapping your legs around his waist, pulling him in even closer than he already was?
“fuck, you’re needy, aren’t you,” he rests his forehead against yours, voice coming deep and stirring the heat in your belly, making you feel as if you’re about to implode, “he doesn’t know how to fuck you in the right way, huh?”
there’s no need for you to answer, no need to state the obvious, so you stretch your neck to close the small distance between his lips and yours, crashing against him. tasting the bitterness of the vodka he had just minutes ago, you close your eyes and let a whimper escape. he’s right.
he’s laughing against your lips now, knowing you agree with him.
“he shouldn’t have brought you here.” leaning back, his eyes seem to be darker than before and his pushed back hair is starting to come loose, “should’ve known i’d be all over his pretty little girlfriend.”
even though you hate yourself for it, you nod.
“that’s right,” he brings his hand up to your jaw, grazing his thumb against your lower lip and then pushing into your mouth, index and middle finger soon to follow, “make sure they’re nice and wet, we don’t have much time.”
he’s not nice and doting, not asking what you want like colt always does. he just takes with expectations – ones you are more than willing to meet. so you lock your eyes with his as you gag on his fingers alone, knowing to heed his warning; you try to soak them in your own drool.
when your eyes are brimming with tears, he pushes down even further, causing you to cough and the tears to flow over.
“crying, already?” he coos. “he must treat you like you’re made of glass, hm?”
leaving you gasping for air when he finally pulls out, he breaks free from the hold your legs had around his waist. there’s a short laugh leaving him when he’s giving you another once-over and then nods.
“stand up,” tugging at your dress, he seems impatient, “told you we don’t have a lot of time.”
as soon as you slide down, porco turns you around and presses you up against the sink, cold stone digging into your hips as he bends you forward. looking up, you see the reflection of yourself and him in the mirror in front of you. catching a glimpse of his smirk, you look back down.
as long as you’re not looking at him, you wouldn’t feel as bad and that’s why you train your gaze on how your hands are grabbing the edge of the sink.
his hands slip under your dress, he’s quick to pull your panties aside before gliding his thumb through your slick folds. “so wet already.”
one hand placed on your ass, thumb holding your underwear in place, he slides his fingers into you without any warning. your walls tighten around him instantly, causing you to bite down on your tongue to hold back the moan that otherwise would’ve filled the room.
“c’mon, tell me how good i feel,” his digits pumping in and out of your already throbbing cunt, obscene sounds bouncing off the tiled walls, “how much better i feel than he does.”
“some-” - trying to collect your thoughts while also fucking yourself onto porco’s fingers leaves you breathless, “someone’s gonna hear.”
all he does is laugh when he pulls out one final time and goes to circle your clit, leaving you to clench around nothing and bucking onto the ball of his thumb until he completely pulls away from you.
legs already shaking and head hanging low, you hear him unbuckling his belt and spit into the palm of his hand. the groan coming from him sends waves of heat up your spine and you try to brace yourself for what’s going to follow.
pulling your panties down and bunching up your dress in one hand, the thick head of porco’s dick is already pushing into of you, causing you to hold your breath because you know he isn’t planning on letting you adjust to his size.
and you were right. even with his fingers stretching you out, you’re struggling to fit him but he keeps on pressing into you, leaving you to suck in the air through gritted teeth.
“look at her,” you hear coming from behind, “how hard she tries.”
with your brain in a haze, you know you should wonder about what he’s saying but you don’t. you’re too concentrated on how good he feels inside of you. and how wrong at the same time, but this only makes your pulse quicken even more.
to know the others are in the room next door, having no clue about how you’re being spread open on porco’s dick, having no idea that you’re nothing but a cheating whore, has walls fluttering around his length.
and when he finally bottoms out, he starts pulling back out. at a mind numbingly slow pace, you feel him come to a halt before he leaves you feeling empty again.
“don’t stop,” being the only thing to leave your lips, “porco, i dare-“
“hear her begging?” he places his hand on your hip and pulls you back onto his dick, “i bet she never begs like this when you’re the one fucking her.”
driving his hips forward again, he hits the bundle of nerves inside of you that makes you forget about how you wanted to be quiet. the moan escaping your lips as he switches to a steady pace.
“oh, she sounds so sweet,” his laugh is breathless this time, “you never told me how good she sounds, colt.”
as soon as you hear the name of your boyfriend, you look into the mirror to see porco holding his phone in one hand, obviously filming himself thrusting into your cunt. stuttering in your movements, he lifts his gaze from his phone and smirks back at your reflection in the mirror.
“c’mon now, keep fucking yourself on my cock,” he reaches forward, wrapping his free hand around your throat, “be a good girl for me, and i might let you do it again.”
raising the phone, he now films your reflection.
and you know you shouldn’t look straight into the camera and push back onto porco. it’s too late now, you think, too late to go back so you might as well enjoy yourself.
“tell him how good i feel,” his words are coming slurry now.
and with his tight balls slapping against your clit, with him continuously hitting the right spot, you nod, “feels- feels so good.”
“that’s what i thought,” letting go of your throat, he quickened his pace, “little whore that you are- one dick isn’t enough for you, huh?”
his hand sliding down your side, he reaches in front of you to rub circles against your clit again. the sensation of watching him do that, hearing him moan as you clench your walls around his dick and at the thought of all of it being filmed for your boyfriend to watch has you losing your mind.
“you-“ you turn your head to him now, graze your lips against his jaw, “your dick is enough.”
“hear- hear that, colt,” he groans, “my-“
his hips stuttering against your ass, he places the phone on the counter in front of you, grabbing your hips instead.
seeing him losing his cool pushes you over the edge, slapping one hand over your mouth to muffle the sound of your moans as your whole body trembles, heat rushing over you with every thrust he makes.
porco shoves your hand away the moment he realizes you’re trying to stay quiet, “let him hear.”
and you do. you couldn’t care less at this point, so the breathed “you fuck me so good,” flows from your lips naturally.
his fingers dig into your soft skin as he pulls you down onto his dick and holds you there, pumping his hot load into you, his cock twitching inside of you as a low “fuuuck-“ leaves him.
you stay like this for only a few seconds, and then he reaches back for his phone, turning the camera to face him. he makes a peace-sign before bringing it back between the two of you, filming how he pulls out of your cunt.
“will you look at that,” he spreads your cheeks to allow a better view.
feeling his and your cum drip down your thighs, you shudder at the thought of what you’ve just done – and even more when you realize how badly you want to do it again.
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summary: college!au. all aged up. eren and reader continue with their sexual escapades. find part one here!
warnings: 18+ minors dni. dirty text messages, dirty talk. dom!eren and bratty reader (i suppose?). throat fucking and semi-public sex. (no p in v tho)
word count: around 3.5k
A/N: i have a love/hate relationship with this eren ahaha, he's been ruling my brainrot ever since the last part so i hope you enjoy! there will be a part three eventually, so be on the lookout for that! enjoy your read and feedback is greatly appreciated! xx
you awake to your phone vibrating somewhere next to you. the hope of it only being a one-time occurrence quickly proven to be false as it just wouldn't stop. brr-brr. a second of silence. brr-brr. pause. brr-brr.
taking a mental note to never go to sleep again without turning off your phone, you roll over to your other side and try to ignore it. you could simply answer the texts, but that meant you'd have to open your eyes. and that whoever was texting you would win this weird battle you've just come up with in your head.
"if you don't pick up your goddamn phone, i'll smack you over the head with it," sasha groans from the other side of your shared dorm, words coming slurry with her tiredness.
brr-brr.
"i could also stick it up your ass, your decision," a pillow comes flying to your head, serving as enough of a warning for you to sit up in your bed, rubbing the sleep from your eyes.
"quit moaning, i'll turn it off now," you yawn, feeling around your bed for your phone, "you never hear me complaining about the shit you do in the middle of the night."
"that's because my shit is funny and not fucking annoying," she scoffs, followed by a muted thump as she is sinking back down into her pillows. sasha's way of ending the conversation.
you find your phone half-tucked underneath your pillow, the display already lighting up again. someone is desperate for attention, you think to yourself and unlock your phone with an annoyed sigh. the messages were coming from an unknown number.
thinking about your wet pussy.
this is eren, btw. historia gave me your number. i told her you wouldn't mind
you don't mind, do you?
in a matter of seconds, your heart is beating in your throat once more, just like this afternoon in that godforsaken computer lab. ears growing hot at his words, you could almost imagine the sound of him laughing at you again. with trembling fingers, you scroll down further.
anyway, let's do it again sometime
i told you. i'll never let you forget about how you moaned my name
i'm also not forgetting about how badly i want to fuck that pretty mouth of yours, so it's a win-win
see ya, then
staring down at your phone, you don't know if you should answer him. and even if you would answer his texts, what the hell should you say? "fucking bastard," the words escaping your mouth before even realizing that you'd better keep quiet. the only thing that could make this situation any worse was if sasha were to wake up again.
scratch that, you think as you see eren's new messages.
how badly do you want to suck my cock?
you looked really hot today, covered in my cum
what, you're shy again?
there are two ways this could go: either you stand up, put on some clothes, and then go to eren's dorm to let hell rain upon him - or simply mute your phone and ignore him. deciding to go with the latter, you lie back down and save his number as "fuckhead", a small grin forming on your face. if he wants to be childish, then you can be, too.
the display still lighting up at a steady pace, you have to fight the urge to open his other messages. to physically prevent yourself from grabbing your phone again, you put your hands between your thighs and sigh. what the hell have i gotten myself into?
"so, who am i gonna have to teach some manners today?", sasha asks in the morning, "because there are only two valid reasons for sending that many texts in the middle of the night," she sits up in her bed and bends over to reach for her phone, "either someone's dead or there's a food sale."
cringing at the thought of having to read the countless other messages eren has sent throughout the night, you try to laugh at her comment, "of course, when there's food involved, you're all for it."
"girl's gotta eat," she claims, thankfully being too distracted by something on her phone to notice your strange behavior, "i'm gonna be back later than usual today, connie wants me to be his wingman again."
starting to go off on a tangent about how connie should just get a dating app already, sasha's words become more of background noise to you. you want to know what he wrote. what he has in store for you. at the same time, you curse yourself out. you're turning into a headless chicken and all of it because of eren fucking yeager?
you nod here and there, offering her a "yes" at what you believe to be fitting moments, desperately hoping she doesn't catch up on your restlessness. all the while the two of you are getting ready for the day. this goes on for a few more minutes and you have no clue what she's talking about now, so you decide to grab your phone and stand up.
"i'm gonna go for a run around campus, you want coffee?" you blurt out, interrupting her monologue. the device in your hand feels as if it's burning through your skin. slipping into your trainers, you're already halfway out the room, her perplexed "uh- yes, please," being muffled by the door closing behind you.
it's still warm outside - not as hot as yesterday, but warm enough for you to be glad to have forgotten your cardigan earlier. you let out a deep breath, trying to clear your mind. even though you told sasha you'd be out for a run, you walk at a slow pace.
some people are already wandering around campus, most of them on their way to a lecture. at this time in the morning, everyone has their heads full with their own worries so no one notices you slowly making your way off-campus.
arriving at a little park surrounded by trees, you sit down on the bench farest off. you notice your heart fluttering like the wings of a hummingbird when pulling the phone out of your back pocket. fuck him, you think once again while typing in your code. fuck him for making me feel this way.
12 unread messages.
didn't seem all too shy when i had my hand wrapped around your throat
no need to play hard to get when i already had you
if that makes sense? haven't fucked you yet
doesn't mean i won't get to fuck you
all you want is to feel appalled by these messages. to screenshot them and send them to the dean. maybe even to his mother. sickened with yourself though, you already feel the familiar warmth creeping up your body, curling up in your abdomen.
i know you want it, too
how fucking needy you were for me
getting yourself off in public to the thought of me
maybe you can tell me what exactly you were thinking of?
gonna make sure to let your dreams come true, princess
pet names? you clench your fist at the thought of eren leaning over you, breathing the word princess into your ear. you have an inkling that he'd say it mockingly; spitting it out whilst gathering your hair in a ponytail, arching your back forcefully, and slamming his length into you without mercy.
no. you hate pet names. at least, you've always hated them.
i'm gonna find out if you're ignoring me right now
remember, you're not the best actress. fucking suck at it, actually
wouldn't want to be punished now, would we?
his last message echoed in your head. still coming to terms with the fact of what happened yesterday, now you have to deal with a whole new revelation: eren yeager being a cocky motherfucker pushing all the right buttons for you. even though you want to blast his ass for this, the mere thought of him being near you again is too sweet of an imagination.
you want to play this game, too. for whatever reason keep on riding this high, and you just know that no one could do it quite as well as eren can. somehow you can only imagine taking him on this ride with you, no one else.
so, in that manner you decide to ignore his messages. if he's desperate enough to keep on sending them in the middle of the night, you're sure it won't be long until he sends another text. and it would give him enough reason to try and punish you, whatever that might entail – you're excited to find out. fucking nervous, too. but then again, who wouldn't be?
you stand up and put your phone in your back pocket, a sense of excitement surrounding your steps as you turn left to make your way to the nearest coffee shop.
"something tells me you're ignoring me," of course, the moment eren's voice comes up behind you, you fucking flinch like a little bird that's been scared away, "mostly because i've seen you reading the messages, but what do i know?"
you turn to see him clutching his heart dramatically, "don't play with my feelings like this," he swoons, bringing one hand to his forehead. he's laughing again, all white teeth and bright smiles – you realize this is the kind of eren you rarely get to see. not the cocky bastard he normally portrays; right now, he seems to be a happy-go-lucky kind of guy, just enjoying himself. still, you want to show him that you can play just as well as he can.
crossing your arms in front of your chest, you slightly raise a brow, trying your hardest to not look as nervous as you feel. it's a lost cause though because you can already feel the tips of your ears glowing with heat again. can't things go my way for once? just once? you think and chew the inside of your cheek. you felt so sure of yourself just moments ago. how the hell can he have this sort of effect on you?
suddenly, his whole demeanor changes. before, he seemed laid-back, entertained by the game he played with you. now he leans forward, hands in the pockets of his jacket and an almost cruel smile forming on his lips, "don't try to challenge me in this. you'll lose."
you know that you should feel frightened. terrified, even. he's looking like a lion preparing to jump the antelope, a sense of alarming calmness around him that's causing the small hairs on your neck to stand up. but alas, the way he's looking at you seems to have the same effect on you his scent has.
"i told you not to ignore me," eren says and takes a few steps closer to you, "yet here you are, doing it again." the chuckle leaving his lips a stark contrast to his stern gaze, still trained on you. somehow, you feel awfully small again - still not frightened, though. you stare right back at him, tilting your head slightly as if you wanted to say "so what?"
"are you seriously that desperate to be punished?"
better now than never, you think and once again place a courtly smile on your lips, "seems like it."
for a split second, you see eren's smug look turn into a genuine smile. realizing that you're up for his game, he lets out a smooth whistle, "you do surprise me."
"if you wouldn't always be so full of yourself, i'm sure you'd have recognized this sooner," you can feel the confidence growing in yourself again. clinging on to it, you take a step toward him, "i'm full of surprises."
"oh, yeah? i bet you are," from the corner of your eye, you can see him lifting his hand. before thinking twice about it, you bat it away, "i'm not one for public displays of affection."
oh, it is on– eren's smirk turns into a full-fledged grin as he takes a grip of your wrist, "you sure about that?" lifting your hand to his face, for a short moment you think he's going to suck on your fingers again. but all he does is place a faint kiss on the back of your hand, "didn't seem like it yesterday."
"you weren't supposed to see."
"but i'm so glad i did," he leans forward, the two of you standing so close you can feel his breath on your face, "or else we wouldn't have this kind of fun right now."
still having a hold of your hand, he lifts his other to your jaw, gently tracing his thumb across your lower lip, "you looked so pretty in your skirt yesterday."
taking a leap of faith, you grab his hand, holding it in place and letting your tongue run across the tip of his thumb before biting down playfully. there's a hiss and then eren pulls away and grabs your arm, "come with me."
finally, you think and let him guide you to wherever he wants, let's have some fun, then.
on your way out of the park, you pass jean and marco. even though they stand to greet eren, he just raises his hand whilst not breaking his pace, "gotta go, have an assignment to work on."
"never seen you that determined, but go off," jean laughs.
before you know it, you're inside one of the countless maintenance sheds. pushing you against the wall, eren's movements seem to become more and more erratic by the second. pinning your arms over your head, he's looking down at you, breathing heavily. "you have no idea what you just got yourself into," licking his lips, he chuckles.
"oh, but i think i actually do," you smile innocently, fucking glad to have found your normal self again. admittedly, eren threw you off your game since yesterday – but it's just going to play into your hands now. he won't see it coming until it's hitting him straight in the face; that you're just as messed up as he seems to be.
"then prove it," he breathes against your ear, "tell me how badly you want it."
the stuffy air inside the dimly lit shed doesn't help with keeping eren's scent away from you. being so close to him, looking up into his shadowed face and right into his dilated eyes; you're like putty in his hands. you try to move forward, to touch him in some way because you just know that he'll feel so good under your skin.
"now now, princess," he moves even closer, wedging you between himself and the wall, "how about we learn some patience, first?"
you nod, but then grind up against his thigh, hissing through your teeth, "i worry i'll be a real handful." you know you could very well move your hands, too – eren seems to still be testing the waters as to how far he can go with you. but with him actually letting you grind on him; you decide to play into his hands.
your breaths grow quicker as you keep on, pace becoming erratic. all you want is to get rid of your track pants – come to think of it, what you actually want is eren under you whilst you continuously bounce on his cock. you want to hear him call you princess and immediately after call you his little whore because that's exactly what you are.
eren has a little smile on his lips and you know you should ask yourself why – because you're doing exactly what he has forbidden you to do – but you're too far gone. the heat growing, you feel your knees buckle but he's holding you up; one hand now resting on your waist for support. you're so close –
and then he pulls away from you, nearly causing you to topple over. chest heaving, you place your hands on your knees for balance, "what the fuck was – "
"patience is a virtue," interrupting you with a laugh, but his voice heavy with lust, "thought i might give you a lesson you're ought to remember."
you look up to see eren palming his erection through his pants, standing about an arm's length away from you, "but i have to admit, hearing you getting yourself off is fucking hot."
biting your teeth together, you straighten up and take a step toward him – only for him to click his tongue in disapproval, "you're gonna stay right there," tugging at his pants he raises his eyebrow, "i told you what i want, get on your knees for me."
"the fuck i will," you spit out and make a move again, grasping for his waistband. but eren is quick to take a hold of your hand and pushes you back to the wall, "come on, now, princess," he chuckles but his eyes are concentrated at you, "you want this, don't you?". he's asking for permission, the thought feeling very comforting to you. and also, very excited for what's about to come.
"of course, i do," you answer him earnestly, resting the back of your head against the wall, "or else i wouldn't be here."
"fantastic," he breathes, a little smile playing in the corners of his mouth, "then get down on your knees," placing his hands on your shoulders, weighing you down, "i won't ask again."
the change of tone in his voice has you nodding, slowly sinking onto your knees, you're bursting in anticipation. one hand finally pulling down his pants, he runs his other through your hair, then down your jaw until it comes to rest on your chin.
thumbing at your lower lip, he groans "do i have to be careful?"
you just shake your head no. then you break away from his gaze, fixing your eyes on the bobbing cock in front of you. it's tip leaking with precum already, you remember how badly you wanted to lick it away yesterday.
taking his cock at its base, you bend forward and slide your tongue around its head. the salty taste sending shudders down your spine, you make sure to lift your eyes again once you prepare to take it all down your throat. your other hand snakes up to his balls, slightly tugging them which earns you a moan from eren, and fuck, you're so wet at the sound alone, you let go of his cock and slide one hand down to your own center.
he gathers your hair in one hand, taking the base of his throbbing cock in the other, "bet this is what you thought of yesterday," he slowly but surely pulls your head in closer, "of how i fuck the words right out of you."
bucking your hips into your own hand, you can do nothing but whimper at his words. because yes, this is exactly what you imagined. he's only halfway in and you're already struggling to breathe, but not wanting him to stop you hold your breath and push down even further; trying desperately not to moan.
the tears in your eyes causing your vision to be blurry, you attempt to blink them away.
"shit – ", he's pumping into you now, rubbing the tears from your cheeks and then placing both his hands on your head, "you're doing so well – "
getting lost in his words, the fear of being caught is so far away; you finally moan around his cock. saliva soaking the hem of his shirt, you can't seem to take his whole length, no matter how hard you try. you're a fucking mess under him and the thought alone is nearly sending you over the edge.
he's trying to pull away now and you know he's close, so you snake your hand around his hip, hoping this is enough of a sign to him that if he dared to cum anywhere else than down your throat, you'd bite him.
"you really – " his voice is hoarse, "fuck – this is fucking perfect," he moans as he comes to the realization. leaning his arm against the wall behind you, he's fucking himself into your mouth, his panting and the sound of your choking filling the room.
you close your eyes to blink the tears away again, but eren pulls on your hair, "no – look at me."
with this the knot in your belly explodes, leaving you holding on to eren's hip as you ride the waves of electricity that are running through your body like lava.
"such a good little whore – " he's gone as well, holding your head in place as he's pumping his load down your throat, leaving you no other option than to swallow – which you eagerly do. you feel his legs shaking under your hands.
once again, eren hands you his shirt to clean your face. this time, you take it with a smile, noting that, "i still have your other one."
"don't worry, i'll come get it sometime when sasha's away," the two of you know exactly what this means – neither of you are planning on this to be over anytime soon.
"i'll let you know, then," you nod and stand up, hoping you don't look as well-fucked as you feel, and make your way to the door, "she's gone most of the time."
summary: imagine reader being a real bitch to eren, in a sense. sums it up quite nicely. find the second part here!
warnings: 18+ minors dni, cum play (i mean, kinda), toxic relationship (if you squint)
word count: around 650
A/N: this is my first writing. please be nice and i'd really appreciate any kind of feedback! not proofread because if i don't post this now i think i never will. hope you enjoy! (also not me being a simp for levi but the first thing i post is about eren)
just imagine eren being intoxicated by your fire. you not taking shit from anyone, especially not from him.
every time he'd come home to bitch about whatever the hell happened at work and you'd be sitting there, asking "oh, we're a little brat again today?"
you'd be the only one not impressed by his temper outbursts - not like the other ones who'd back away from him every time he'd raise his voice. he'd really like it, come to think of it.
eren would turn it into some kind of power play which would always be so close to getting out of hand - if others would ever come to see the two of you interacting behind closed doors, they'd be genuinely concerned for the two of you.
but you'd like it, too. him pulling your hair when you laugh at him for doing something wrong, or grabbing your wrist and turning your arm onto your back, pressing you against the wall whenever you'd made a backhanded comment.
you'd be squirming under his weight, trying to push back and wriggling around in his tight grip, just as long as it would take for him to feel safe. kicking his shin, diving out under him, and then it would be you pushing him against the wall. you being the one in power.
he'd chuckle, "come on, we both know how this is gonna end."
of course, he'd be stronger than you so you'd move to grab a fistful of his dark hair, pulling his head so far back he'd nearly topple over. your other hand would slide down his groin, under the waistband of his pants, toying with his dick.
"hard for me already, love?" you'd laugh into his ear, first nibbling the lobe and then biting down, hard.
he'd curse you out, trying to move away yet your teeth would be holding him right in place. you were so small compared to him, so fragile, but in this situation? you would be in control.
your fist would get back to working his dick, thumb sliding over the tip and smearing the thick droplets down the slit. his cursing would turn into hitched breathing so quickly, he'd be like putty in your hands.
"such a tough guy, aren't you? don't you just hate me for what i'm doing to you?" you'd let your teeth slide down his neck, leaving marks along their way.
"fuck, y/n," he'd gasp "let go of my hair and i'll show you how tough of a guy i am"
you'd consider it, only for a moment though, and would bring his head down even further, "i don't think i will"
just holding him in place would let the warmth in your belly grow, stretching out to your thighs and moving upwards, anticipation making its way through your body, electrifying you. "come on now, love," you'd let go of his dick, chuckling at the desperate moan escaping him, and bring your fingers up to his lips.
sliding your thumb across them - still sticky with his precum - you'd coax them open, letting him first suck and then lick your whole palm. you'd waste no time once your hand would be wet enough, in bringing it down again to massage his throbbing cock.
"pants - off," he'd breathe.
this was the moment you'd been waiting for, you felt him go limp against you, his head falling back on your shoulder, nearly knocking the two of you over with his weight.
you'd know you should do exactly what he was asking of you. it'd be fucking torturous if you didn't.
but then again, the punishment you'd receive if you'd dare to leave him high and dry? absolutely delicious.
you'd let go of his hair, ruffle through it before bringing both your hands to his chest and pressing a soft kiss on his temple. "maybe later," you'd whisper before turning and leaving him to stand alone in the hallway.
there would be hell to pay, and you'd be gladly awaiting it.
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summary: my thoughts on modern!eren comforting reader when she's having a rough time.
warnings: themes of depression/mental health problems, not too much detail, but still. other than that, just fluff.
word count: around 650
A/N: i've been feeling like shit today so this is very self-indulgent. if you want eren to take care of you, then this might be comforting to you, too. i hope you enjoy the read and take care. xx
he keeps on ringing your doorbell and nagging you through the closed door.
a muffled, "c'mon now, it can't be that bad!" finally compelling you to stand up from your bed with a groan – you don’t know for how long you’ve been buried underneath your blankets, but you’re beyond the point of caring about it.
his head peers through the small gap and for a moment you see some sort of worry in his eyes. you must look really shitty for eren to lose his composure like this, but he's back to normal in a matter of seconds, shrugging off any kind of emotion other than his weird grin.
pushing the door open, he proceeds to hand you some take-out, the scent of fried chicken immediately filling your nose. "i'll have them on a plate, please."
he makes a beeline for your sofa, zapping through your netflix recommendations, and complains about your shitty taste in movies. "the kissing booth? seriously?". all the while you're still standing in the hallway, white plastic bag heavy in your hands – he brought a lot of food.
when you go to get the plates and napkins, he'll turn on some shitty horror movie in hopes of making you laugh. something like 'the ultimate killing machine' – so bad it’ll leave you breathless with laughter on normal days. and when you sit down next to him, wordlessly placing the plate on his lap, there’s the look of worry again. usually, you would’ve knocked him over the head twice already but right now, all you want is to feel better.
“you wanna watch some sappy rom-com instead, or what?” he teases and nudges his index between your ribs.
you know he plans to get you so agitated with him that you'll forget whatever clouded your mind. it’s not as if there is something tangible for you to forget, it’s much rather a fog you can’t seem to find your way out of. if it hadn’t been eren knocking on your door, you would’ve kept it shut, too. but from previous experience you know he’s willing to set up camp in front of it. just like a determined dog, waiting for its owner to come back from the store. it’s easier having him inside with you.
you shake your head no. “’s good, i always wanted to see it.”
“well, that’s a fucking lie, but i’ll take it.”
it’s silent for a while, apart from eren commenting on how the movie really does deserve to be on the list of worst movies ever.
the moment you’re done eating, eren takes the plate from your lap and places it on the coffee table in front of you. “i know you don’t want to talk about it, and –” lifting his hand to stop you from interrupting him, he continues “and you don’t have to.”
you try to smile, but give up. “why are you here, then?”
“i knew you probably haven’t had good food in a while.” he shrugs his shoulders and smiles, “and the others worry about you. they were about to barge in here if it wasn’t for me putting my foot down.”
“how very brave of you.”
“i am your boyfriend, after all,” the smile turns smug as he pulls you onto his lap, his arms wrapping around your waist as you bury your head in the crook of his neck, breathing in his scent – you know it like the back of your hand. feeling warm and protected, there’s a sudden rush through your body, the weight that has been resting somewhere on your chest feeling a bit lighter, leading you to breathe out shakily against his collarbone.
it’ll still be there tomorrow, you know that. but with eren running his hand through your hair, the other rubbing circles on your lower back – you also know that he will be there tomorrow, too.
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addendum: this has been heavily inspired by not only my depression, but also by @1252291's absolute lovely headcanons on how reiner and jean would react to reader having depression. you can find them here.
summary: what it says on the tin. headcanons of modern!eren celebrating his birthday with you!
warnings: none, just slightly suggestive fluff
word count: around 500
A/N: happy birthday to my favorite war criminal, love you bub! please enjoy this mess of headcanons (can you even call this headcanons? idk but i had fun writing this). feedback is greatly appreciated! love y'all. xx
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he definitely wakes you up by pinching your sides, jabbing his index finger between your ribs and tugging at your hair, saying "wake up, sunshine, it's my birthday!"
he won't even check if you've woken up, he'll stumble out of bed and most likely tangle his foot in the sheets and - thump - he's falling flat on his nose. "ah shit, it's the same every year."
he's giddy as fuck when seeing your gift sitting on the kitchen counter, neatly wrapped. you even added a pink bow, just to tease him a little. he doesn't care though, or maybe he just fails to notice over his excitement. "i'll open it later tonight."
the whole day is a celebration to him. morning coffee? that's "eren yeagers birthday coffee" for today. cereal? "eren yeagers birthday cereal" - you see where i'm going here.
also! cooking him his birthday dinner is the most precious experience ever. he dances around you in the kitchen, trying to help but just knocking over some pots and pans in the process.
he'll cut his finger whilst chopping some onions and you'd have to rush to the ER because he is somewhat of a drama queen. you'd take him there anyway and hold his hand through the whole visit.
he's now wearing his bandage like a badge of honor and won't shut up about how he "nearly cut my finger off, babe! why are you laughing?"
you'll try to salvage whatever of the food you can - however, you ultimately fail and order some pizza for when your friends arrive in the evening.
eren isn't mad about it, he likes pizza. he'll whistle "eren yeager birthday pizza!" the moment the doorbell rings.
he's extremely into board games and you know he's very competitive so be prepared to play the same game for the better half of the evening until jean gracefully lets him win "only 'cause it's your birthday, shithead."
he's so fucking happy. his eyes glow more and more as the evening progresses and you just want to press a soft kiss to his forehead whenever you get the chance. like, when he reaches over to grab the game instructions (he'll read the rules out loud to jean because he simply has to prove that he's won fair and square) and you'll just take his face between your hands and peck his cheeks. "thanks babe, we can continue later, yeah?"
as the crowd slowly clears, eren gets touchy. "i haven't forgotten about your gift," he places a hand on the small of your back and gingerly slides a finger under the hem of your shirt. his touch leaves a tingling feeling.
you get nervous once he's unwrapping your present. but seriously, you could stuff his used socks into a box and call it a day and he'll cherish them to the end of his days. he's cute like that.
at first he'll think the collar you got him is meant for you, but you laugh "no, you idiot, it's for a dog. we'll go to the shelter tomorrow"
good thing is you have another surprise waiting for him in the bedroom.
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summary: reiner, eren and reader do the do. all three of them. together. not just the two with reader but - you get the gist.
warnings and content: 18+ minors dni. bisexual threesome, established polyamorous relationship. praise and dirty talk. top!eren. fem!reader.
wordcount: around 440
A/N: thanks to nia i am fucking thirsty for this. it's been running around my head the whole day and y'know what - let a woman live out her dreams, pls. if you don't like this kind of content, kindly move on. other than that, enjoy this thirst! xx
reiner fucking into you, trying to hold himself together every time eren bottoms out - your arms wrapped around his neck, whispering you're doing so good, into his ear.
eren not breaking his gaze with you as he keeps on driving his hips against reiner's ass, a smirk on his lips whenever he teases a moan out of the blonde who's trapped between the two of you, elbows planted on either side of your head, trying to balance the weight of the man on top of him.
reiner shaking with how good he feels - how full and warm and taken care of. head buried in the crook of your neck, sweat dripping down and trying to keep eren's rhythm but fuck he's the first to go - collapsing on top of you, pumping you full of his seed. spent smile on his lips when eren bends down to kiss the nape of his neck.
eren pulling out, getting rid of the condom in one swift motion the second reiner lifts himself up again, moving away from you - leaving you to feel empty for a short moment but then eren's right where he was.
him holding you close as he pounds into your already used pussy, your juices mixing with reiner's and now eren's, too.
reiner having his eyes on the two of you, head resting on one of his muscled arms, his fingers running through your hair, caressing you, she's about to cum again, eren, good job
and he's right, you feel the high rolling over your body like a wave - eren's chuckled such a good slut for us ringing in your ears.
c'mon, eren, fill her right up, reiner's calm voice always has this effect on him - he'd deny it but you feel his hips stutter against yours, his movements erratic as reiner keeps on telling him exactly what eren should do with you.
you still feel me inside of her, don't you? reiner's hand coming up, sliding down eren's curved back, coming to a halt between his thighs and tugging his heavy balls.
through heavy-lidded eyes you see eren nod, a hoarse yeah i do breaking from his lips before he follows reiner and you over the edge, spending himself into you, reiner's cum already leaking from your cunt.
wrapping your legs around his waist, you place a faint kiss on eren's collar bone. reiner's offer to cook up some eggs has both eren and you humming in approval
good thing we have a housewife here, eren's words are met with a playful smack from reiner and all you think is:
fuck, i really got lucky with these two.
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