#Get your dumb ass off my profile if you don't like my content

[lekkkkz]

Man, fuck everybody out there who saw the Miles post, it was just a fucking idea and if any of you dumb fucks could reader is said Older Miles. All you fucking dumbass if you don't like then fucning leave nobody told you to stay.

I must say, though, I like the way you answer everybody on the comments, though.

Así es bebé, fue una idea aleatoria que surgió a las 3 am, estas personas deberían guardar su mierda y seguir adelante. También cálmate las bragas y deja de molestar a personas al azar que no escriben lo que les gusta.

[tyuns-world]

⊹ My stalker ⊹

Stalker!Kai × Fem!Reader

Genre: smut

Warnings: stalking, nsfw (minors dni)

Summary: Kai has been secretly watching his neighbor for months, fantasizing about them, even going as far as trespassing. One night, he gets the opportunity to make his move.

Wc: 1k

Kai watched you sleep, eat, have friends over, and celebrate holidays. You had yourself a proper stalker, and you didn't even know it. You kept your bedroom blinds wide open, unaware that he'd rented a room adjacent to yours—a room that gave him a full view of you as you undressed to shower. He loved admiring the curves of your body, thinking about how soft your dark skin must be and how perfectly angelic you must smell.

He knew you preferred a vanilla scent, evident from your lotions and perfumes. He even bought the same ones so he could surround himself with your scent, touching himself while thinking about your perfect body: your large, round breasts, your smooth, slightly chubby stomach, your plush thighs, and that nice, round ass. Of course, he admired more than just your body; he wasn't a creep who only wanted you physically. No, that's what low lives do. He loved your expressive brown eyes, the way you laughed with your whole body, how careful and caring you were, and, of course, how naive and careless you could be. You never closed your bedroom blinds and sometimes even forgot to lock your apartment door.

Don't you know how easy it is for someone to sneak behind someone into your building, take the elevator up to the 13th floor, and enter your apartment? It always smelled lovely; you often burned incense and candles. He liked sitting on your soft couch, imagining how nice it would be if he were your boyfriend, watching a movie and cuddling with you. Then, he'd take it to the bedroom, where he loved finding the toys you hid. He often imagined it was his cock you were taking, not some dumb vibrator. He always slipped out before you came back, locking the door behind him. Wouldn't want some creep breaking in now, right?

Kai was good at keeping a low profile. As a pretty famous streamer, it was second nature for him to disguise himself when he went out. Despite being a little shy, he didn't give off creepy vibes to anyone. Whoever met him thought he was tall, charming, and attractive. So, of course, no one would suspect that he was a stalker obsessed with watching you. He first saw you in the grocery store months ago, back when you worked there. You helped him find the ingredients for a recipe he wanted to try, and Kai, admittedly new to cooking, was smitten with you from that moment. You were so kind, helpful, and patient, never getting angry at his inexperienced questions. He had never felt this taken by someone before, so of course, after that day, he followed you home. He had to know where his future wife lived.

You were Kai's first and only target. He had never been interested in dating or anything else, just focused on his living a bachelor life. But as soon as he met you, he put in more hours as a streamer and content creator. He needed more money so he could take care of you, so you'd never have to work. He never spent his paychecks on much—only on a room perfect for watching you, some gadgets to plant in your place so he could hear your lovely voice, and, of course, any scent you bought.

One night, Kai saw you get dressed in skimpier clothing than usual. Your skin glowed as you tie your curly hair up. He wondered where you planned to go, showing that much skin. Only he should see you in clothes like this. As your friends came over, he plugged his headphones into his computer so he could listen in. "This club is gonna be so fun, Y/N. It'll be a nice break from the boring, drab life you live," your friend said. Kai always thought your 'besties' were a bad influence, and he vowed to get rid of them when you two were ultimately together. The next few words you said sent Kai into a frenzy. "Yeah, maybe I'll find someone to bring home. These dating apps are failing me and my sex life."

Such promiscuous words leaving your pretty lips excited him but also angered him. How dare you think of sleeping with anyone but him? The reason your dates never pan out is because Kai always gets rid of them. He's not a killer, of course, but he pretends to be a bereaved boyfriend or ex to scare them off. The man you need is him.

Kai never put himself in a position to be spotted by you, but he had to go to this club and make sure any man who approached you was properly dealt with. This was a stupid decision on his end—he could get recognized and cause a commotion—but he didn't care. He needed to protect you from the creeps of this world. He called up a few of his friends and told them they should get drinks at this club he heard about. Despite spending his every waking hour tracking your movements, Kai hadn't killed his social life. So his friends weren't suspicious at all. Kai threw on his usual attire of black and grey clothing, complete with a baseball hat and mask to hide his face, and set out to the club. He had to arrive before you so he could scout the perfect place to watch.

After a while, Kai regretted bringing his friends along. Despite being a good cover, they were also a huge distraction, craving drinks, parties, and dancing. All he wanted was to watch his pretty angel. So far, you'd just been having a good time with your friends, with the occasional guy trying to approach but getting shut down. He was lucky you had high standards. He didn't know if he'd be able to control himself if you were dancing up on some stranger.Kai made the mistake of looking at you for too long, which piqued the interest of his friends. "Ah, she's beautiful. She got your eye, Kai?" Kai's friend, Yeonjun, teased, throwing his arm over his friend. Kai remained calm; if he freaked out now, his friends would get suspicious. "Yeah, she's pretty, but I doubt I'm her type," Kai shrugged. "Well, of course, you'd be nobody's type with this get-up you have on," Beomgyu piped in, taking off Kai's hat.

That made him panic a little. kai felt a surge of anxiety clawing at his chest. "We know you're a streamer and all," beomgyu says, his voice laced with doubt, "but I doubt anyone here will recognize you. I mean, most of them are drunk." In one swift motion, he reached out and yanked Kai's mask down before Kai could even react. Suddenly, Kai's face was completely exposed, and a wave of regret washed over him. He cursed himself silently; he should have just called in a bomb threat to the club. That would have been easier, safer.

But before Kai could even contemplate hiding his face again, one of your friends approached their group. "Hey, we’ve been watching you guys a while. do you guys wanna sit with us over there? We have a booth," she offered. Kai knew he should refuse, that every instinct screamed at him to protect his anonymity. But the mere thought of being close to you in person set his heart pounding, his legs moving of their own accord, faster than his brain could catch up.

Before he knew it, he was standing in front of your table, watching you sip on a drink. He glanced behind him, silently pleading with one of his friends to take the lead, to sit down first. But they betrayed him, sensing his infatuation and seizing the perfect opportunity. With a slight push, they nudged him forward, forcing him to take a seat next to you, while they settled in with the other girls in your group. It was a subtle action, one that went unnoticed by everyone except Kai, who felt like his world was spinning out of control.

The conversation flowed naturally between the group after Kai calmed down, the tension of his unmasking dissipating into the air. Despite the initial panic, he found himself surprisingly happy about the situation. It had provided him with a valuable opportunity to gather more intel on your friends, and he was definitely planning on doing some serious research once he got home. Every word that escaped your pretty mouth was already familiar to Kai, but he feigned surprise nonetheless, his heart fluttering each time you spoke.

"Hey, I've been meaning to ask, but aren't you KaiInteractive?" Sakura, one of your friends, spoke up, her voice cutting through the ambient chatter. There it was – his cover blown. Now he had to be extra careful to ensure you didn't spot him while he followed you around the city. Before, he could comfortably watch you stroll through the streets, jog along the same path as you, and even slip into restaurants unnoticed. But now, he had to ensure he wasn't anywhere close to your line of sight.

"Yeah, I am," Kai replied, his tone tinged with annoyance towards the friends who had stripped away his disguise. "That's so cool! I watch your streams all the time! Y/N and I were there for your first 24-hour stream. We love your stuff," Sakura gushed, her enthusiasm evident. You stiffened slightly at the revelation, and Kai couldn't help but feel a twinge of shock. He hadn't known about your presence at his 24-hour stream; it had happened long before you two had met at the grocery store.

Did that mean you had recognized him all along, and that's why you had been so nice? As Kai pondered this, he felt his obsession with you intensify. He needed to know absolutely everything about you. "Oh, is that right?" he teased, directing his playful remark at you. You grew noticeably quiet and shy under his gaze, a reaction that only fueled Kai's desire to unravel more about you.

"Let's dance," you interjected, smoothly changing the subject as you seized Kai's hand, guiding him towards the pulsating dance floor. In that moment, Kai's curiosity almost vanished entirely as he found himself swept up in the rhythm, his focus solely on you. As you moved with a captivating grace, dancing provocatively with him, Kai couldn't help but marvel at his incredible luck. Each sway of your hips, each sultry glance, etched itself into his memory, becoming a permanent fixture in his mind.

Though not lacking in dancing skill himself, Kai made sure to keep you thoroughly entertained, matching your every move with fluidity and precision. After a while of dancing, you turned around and stared at Kai with intensity. There was a heavy tension in the air, and you couldn't take it anymore. You smashed your lips onto his. Kai was overjoyed; he could die happily today. All those hours wishing your perfect lips were upon his, and now it was a reality. Kai matched your hungry energy perfectly, already thinking about how good it was going to be to get off on this later.

When you two parted for air, you got on your tiptoes and whispered into Kai's ear, "Let's go back to my place." All of Kai's self-preservation instincts flew out the window as he eagerly followed you out of the club and back to your place. As soon as he stepped through your door, you kissed him passionately. Kai grabbed your waist, eliciting a moan from you. He knew how much you loved that; he had caught you a few times pathetically trying to grab your own waist while masturbating. Despite the dim lighting, with only the faint glow from the kitchen lights, Kai expertly guided you both towards the couch.

He knew your apartment's layout like the back of his hand. As you fell onto the couch, Kai admired the way you looked: heavy breathing, smudged lipstick, dress hiked up revealing part of your panties, and the lustful look on your face that drew him in. He could get addicted to this.

Kai pulled his shirt over his head and discarded it on your living room floor. Despite being a shut-in, Kai had a perfectly muscular body. He knew your type and had trained hard to become it. As Kai moved to lay on top of you on the couch, you stopped him. "Let's head over to my bedroom," you said, interlacing your fingers with his and pulling him towards your room. Kai didn't even take in the lovely vanilla scent of your room; he was too focused on the angel stripping in front of him. He couldn't concentrate on the decor or think about wandering into your bathroom.

The scene before him was far better than any information gathering he should have been doing. Kai already knew what your naked body looked like, but to be able to touch it and confirm his thoughts about its scent and smoothness was way better. He didn't waste another moment, pulling you into another breathless kiss, touching you in all the right places as if he knew your body inside and out... because he did. He had studied you and was overly prepared for this moment. He knew exactly what you liked and to what extent. He knew you enjoyed your breasts being sucked on rather than flicked. He knew which dirty words elicited a response from you.

You felt as if Kai was made for you in that moment because he had molded himself to be. Every kiss, stroke, and word was perfect, and he knew it. Kai was in complete control of you as you lay in a pleasure-induced daze beneath him. Everything he did felt amazing to your body, and you surrendered completely. His cock even felt like it was made for you, as you easily adjusted to his length and girth, utterly fucked out of your mind by him.

Kai loved being able to control you like this, relishing how desperately you wanted him, how you needed him in this moment. He was overjoyed, teasing your body and leaving his love marks all over your neck and chest as he fucked you just right. you were his only his and from this moment thats all you will be. Every touch, every thrust, was a testament to his meticulous preparation and intimate knowledge of your desires, intensifying the electric connection between you two.

Kai could feel your body tensing beneath him, your moans growing louder and more urgent. He knew you were close, and he matched your rising need with his own fervor. His hands roamed over your body, caressing and gripping, driving you wild with desire. He whispered dirty words into your ear, knowing exactly which ones would send shivers down your spine. Your vision blurred as the pleasure became too much to contain. With one final, deep thrust, Kai pushed you over the edge.

You cried out, your body convulsing with the force of your orgasm. Kai came just from the sight of you finishing. you left breathless and trembling and Kai was proud of himself; all that watching and learning had paid off. He got to see the ultimate sight, one he now couldn't live without. He must be with you—he had to speed up his timeline and integrate himself into your life. everything was perfect you were perfect.

After you both came down from the high of your orgasms, you looked up at him with soft eyes. "Will you stay the night?" you asked as Kai started to slip back on his boxers. As tempting as the offer was, Kai needed to get back and update his Y/N journal and he must get up early to watch your daily jog. "Yeah, it's late and my place is pretty far," the lie slipped easily from his lips.

"Oh, but don't you live right across from me?" you said mindlessly, hoping to get the boy to stay. Kai stopped in his tracks, and you realized what you had said. Fuck, you just blew your cover. How will you explain this? Maybe he's too tipsy to even realize? You don't want to have to get rid of another.

[kairiscorner]

do one where peter accidentally catches miguel giggling and smiling like a dumb ahh bc of our rizz on text 🤪🤪 (ooc ik but let me live k)

ofc dracuilina bc i wanna see that too :> HOPE YA LIKE THIS MWEHEHEHHEE

(reblogs are greatly appreciated, it helps get my content out there! if you guys like what you see, please reblog it too <:D)

photo creds: @atreus1526 on tiktok !! (though i got the pic from pinterest, do lmk if they have a tumblr !!)

a/n: yes, i finally made something like a text fic, sorry if it isn't very good 😭😭😭 also if anyone steals it, two things: 1) why would you 2) i will fuck you up don't you dare (・∀・)

when you rizzed him up too good – miguel o'hara x reader

miguel was having a slow day at HQ, not many anomalies needed to be captured and sent back to their home dimensions, and no canon events were disrupted any time this week. it was a little too quiet in the usually rowdy and chaotic halls of the spider society, what broke the pure silence that filled his dim office was the sound of your text.

miguel saw your messages, and immediately texted you back. he could never leave you on read for too long, that was his guilty secret. he loved, yet hated, indulging you–you always got a little too comfortable and sometimes pushed his buttons, but he loved you nonetheless.

miguel sighed as he saw those three white dots dancing on his screen, and he was questioning why his profile picture had his sleeping face with a horse's ass on the blanket. he should've burned that gift from peter b, he never should've accepted any gift from that man.

his phone dinged and tore the silence asunder with another message from you.

and he thought that'd be the end of it–well, partially thought, because it was you he was talking to–but it clearly wasn't. and nothing could prepare him for the next couple of messages you sent him.

he sounded desperate, but he kept reminding himself he wasn't desperate, you were desperate–he was just giving you what you wanted. which was what he also wanted. badly. right now. especially when he had barely anything to do.

he felt his cheeks heat up and his eyebrows furrowing out of a unique kind of frustration, one that didn't fully piss him off, but made him wish something. wish that... he was there with you, could have that steamy hot shower date with you and just...

fuck, you decided to be all cutesy again. you know how much that riles him up. and makes him do things he usually wouldn't be caught doing.

he felt a small smile crack on his face as he saw your little kaomojis, your petty texts of sarcastic revenge, and how snarky you could be... it made his heart beat a little faster, made the muscles in his cheeks raise and his smile widen; you made him chuckle. that was how much he loved you, loved everything about you, and you made him go a little crazy over you and your natural charms.

it was just then that peter b swung into miguel's office all casually, asking him if he's seen the horse ass blanket that he gave miguel. "yeah, uh, that was apparently a wedding anniversary gift mj got me. if i don't get it soon, i–" peter b rambled as he looked up at miguel, who was preoccupied with his phone.

he raised an eyebrow at two things: 1) miguel knew how to use a phone? 2) was he... smiling?

peter b swung over behind miguel and peered over his shoulder, seeing his texts with you for a hot second before miguel whipped his head around and replaced the gleeful grin from earlier into a frightening scowl.

"parker." he greeted him monotonously as miguel put his phone away. peter b smiled, knowing that you made miguel's day a little brighter. "nevermind, keep the blanket." he said as he pat miguel's shoulder and swung back out of his office, trying to keep in the urge to laugh aloud at the image of miguel's head sticking out with the horse's ass on the blanket.

tags !! @miguelswifey04 @binibinileonara @fiannee @arachnoia @fictarian @yuridopted0 @ophanimgold @meeom @melovetitties

[sweetrays]

Warning: rant about negative things & controversial opinions ahead

!!this is not an active discourse post!!

Block if you disagree with the following. This will not turn into a dumb online argument. (I'm just screaming into the void leave me alone)

Not meaning to offend anybody but something that's been pissing me off lately is people who have the most outlandish intro DNI I have ever seen.

I'm talking about the people who have a whole ass 3 page paragraph consisting of every type of person they do not condone.

Semi-hyperbolic example of some of the shit I've seen:

DNI: MAPS, zoos, transphobes, homophobes, abelists, sexists, racists, proshippers, transmeds, right-wing, n*zis, murderers, cannibals, skinwalkers, cryptids, serial killers, John Travolta, vampire supporters, Ted Bundy, DSMP supporters, (insert any media with a canceled creator here)

Like it's so oddly specific. And half the stuff they put in there isn't even something to not condone. Like for instance 'proshipping' just means that you're a normal person who understands that people can enjoy dark things & thought crimes are not real crimes. There's no such thing as an 'illegal' ship/dynamic/character/personality. Characters are like NPCs in a video game, do what you want with them.

Also the 'zoophillia' they do not condone is usually referring to online attention seekers who label themselves as such for clout.

And same goes for 'transmedicalism' which is just about understanding that being trans is not a choice and there is no such thing as a non-dysphoric trans person. Like why have we as a society gotten to a point where medically proven facts are up for debate in the leftist communities?? I don't understand

It's ridiculous honestly and I blame the pandemic for making people like this. Before 2020, literaly no one cared what people wrote about in fanfiction. Now everything is 'problematic' ಠ⁠_⁠ಠ

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The other half of the stuff in their DNI is just pointless to put on a platform like Tumblr.

Tumblr is a platform where the majority of users are leftists or left-leaning so I don't understand why people find the need to put things such as LGBTphobes, n*zis, Trump supporter, etc in their DNI. Even if there were right-wing accounts who saw your blog, they would probably just block you on sight without reading your introduction because of your instant-red-flag picrew profile picture.

My final issue with these DNIs is the fact that they usually don't condone people who view content made by problematic creators. For example, people who watch DSMP videos on YouTube. As if those people are inherently as 'problematic' as the creators. (Half the time those creators haven't even done anything really wrong)

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To conclude this rant, I'd say that your average 'woke' fourteen-year-old's general DNI criteria is a waste of time to put in your bio. Besides, a lot of the time, people who see themselves in your DNI will just get offended and try to argue instead of not interacting with you. Instead, just use the block feature when you see someone online that makes you upset or uncomfortable.

[eremiie]

pretty for the camera

❥ nsfw | 4.8k words | camboy!eren x reader

❥ content - breeding kink, exhibitionism, choking, dumbification

❥ you had no problem just being behind the scenes of eren’s little livestreams until you catch a glimpse of his comment section. maybe it was time he needed to bring on a guest.

based on this ask here!

ty to @murmikaa @arlerted for beta reading, ily guys!

ewrose: wanna replace ur hand w mine

min1103: fuck u look so good

yasminab: holding my phone with one hand rn

lyssa1997: if only i was there to help you out<3

you made a disgruntled sound as you scrolled through the comment section of eren's live. it was comment after comment, and even though your face would scrunch up in displeasure at each lewd remark, you continued to let your finger drag across the screen to see more.

you didn't know why it made your stomach turn, you were the one who told eren it was okay. you told him you were fine with him recording videos of himself for the internet to see, you told him you were okay with him live streaming while you twisted in a chair in the corner of the room.

you had no reason to be upset when he was the one who repeatedly said, "are you sure, baby? i don't have to do this." and you repeatedly brushed him off and said it was fine. on the plus side, it put a few extra bucks in his pockets for the both of you.

you weren't the jealous type. if you were you probably wouldn't even be able to sit in the same room with him as his hand worked himself in front of a camera in front of hundreds of people. but it was something about the way they talked so explicitly about what belonged to you that made you pout, that made you sink into the chair and glance eren's way one too many times.

but what good would come out of you complaining? watching eren with envy as if he didn't fuck you good every other night— as if that couldn't be you beside him, showing his stream what belonged to you, or better yet having him show his stream what belonged to him.

your legs falls from the seat of the chair until your toes touch the carpet. your hand slips under eren's shirt that you wore, unclasping your flimsy bra and letting it fall around your waist. grabbing the hem of the shirt, you scrunch it between your hands and pull it over the top of your head. once you're in nothing but your panties, you stand up from the chair, making as little noise as possible and toeing over to stand next to the camera.

catching sight of him again almost left you awestruck. the imagery of his head being thrown back and him grunting while his attention lied on the tip of his cock. he must've felt you staring at him because he pulls forward again, half-lidded green eyes meeting yours, making you blink a few times and snap out of the trance he put you in.

catching sight of him again almost left you awestruck. the imagery of his head being thrown back and him grunting while his attention lied on the tip of his cock. he must've felt you staring at him because he pulls forward again, half-lidded green eyes meeting yours, making you blink a few times and snap out of the trance he put you in.

a warm smile was thrown his way and his gaze trails down your body, taking every inch of you in before he looks to the camera. It's amusing how he quirked his brow when his eyes met yours again.

you didn't blame him. you had never done this before, never had the courage to do this. but once again, it needed to be known that you were an actual person, that there was someone behind the camera that got eren's attention when it was off.

he doesn't speak and doesn't even try to, he just lets his eyes tell you all about it so subtly. you were interrupting his stream but he couldn't let the people watching know that.

your finger points to the camera while your other hand trails from the curve of your breasts to the soft skin of your stomach, passing the hem of your underwear and rubbing at the fabric, a silent message to eren that you hope he'd understand.

eren's hand slows in his strokes and his tongue smoothed over his bottom lip, eyes meeting yours again. a raise of his eyebrow asks you if you were sure. you've never joined one of his streams before; this is a first and he wanted you to be certain.

miathesl4t: what is he doing

mochibts: ??? the show must go on

you nod your head and step one foot forward, pausing for a moment until eren scoots back on the bed. he lets go of himself and watches you saunter over until you stop between his legs.

you're aware that hundreds of eyes were on you now. they're probably studying the curve and dimples of your back, the cotton fabric of your underwear, and the soft skin that only eren got to feel under his hands.

the light highlighted every dip of your body and every inch of you while the camera stared at you so dauntingly. it made your body tense. you want to shy away, but this was a decision that you made. you get as close to eren as possible, wanting to feel his skin up against yours to feel that comfort that he brought to you, help you ease up.

yasminab: wait who's that

mayle.e: omg um???

your leg swings over one side of him, then the other, straddling his lap. warm hands settle on your hips while his cock sat taut against his stomach between you both.

"what's up?" he murmurs, only low enough for you to hear.

your hands come up to cup his jaw, tan skin hot in your grasp. he turns his head to press his lips to your hand,softening up at the feel of you. he almost completely forgets he's recording because that's the effect you alone have on him.

his reputation precedes him— someone who has never met him before, who only knows him from his streams, his filthy videos, and pictures would say something completely different about him than you would.

you, however, knew how tender he could be, how loving he could be. you also knew what he put up for the camera wasn't completely a sham because well... you've experienced it first hand, and you reckoned if you asked kindly you could experience it again.

"want you to fuck me." your nearly whispering to him as you spoke.

"on camera?" he's not taken aback, he knew that you knew what you were getting into the second you stepped foot in front of the camera. if you wanted to back out now he wouldn't mind. he'd never force you to do something you didn't want— even if it would disappoint the watchers, even if it would disturb his live.

"on camera." you roll your hips forward, his hands on either side of you tightening as he hums. pink lips press against your shoulder before he rests his head on it, verdigris eyes meeting the camera again with a small smirk.

"we have a guest guys." his voice is sing-song, eren failing to hide his excitement because he was excited. excited to show you off, excited for his followers to see you in all your glory, to see what was his like you wanted them to, to see who fucked you dumb every chance he got.

erenwhore21: i did not sign up for this

you turn your head to the side so your profile is showing, fluttering your eyes at the camera as if you were a natural-born star that was made for it, and you give a shy smile as you lean forward into eren. his body on yours was a haven. "hi."

erenwhore21: but i am not complaining

lillilyx: HE GOT A GF omg

erenwhore21: he didn't say that

"she wants me to fuck her on camera." eren's hand comes up to turn your head towards him, pulling you closer by your jaw and pressing a kiss to your bottom lip while his other hand moves down to squeeze at your ass— an abrupt slap making you yelp. "isn't that nasty?"

your eyes roll at the irony of his words— as if not moments ago he was getting off for the eyes of strangers.

"so what do you want, baby? tell them what you told me."

your hands slip over his shoulders and your arms dangle behind them. you lean forward to peck eren's lips as his hand slides underneath your underwear to grip the flesh of your cheeks. "i said, i want you to fuck me."

he reciprocates your kiss and his lips upturn as he does, happy with your compliance. your arousal pools in your stomach, not only because you're about to give yourself to eren, but because you're going to let him have you on camera for everyone to see.

"you hear that?" he's not talking to you although his eyes are on you. he's searching for a sign of hesitation in them, a sign that you don't want to do this anymore, but you're too giddy. so when he finds none he pats your side, "turn around."

and with that same lack of hesitation, you listen, pulling your legs from over him and turning to face the camera.

the light felt brighter than it was when it could only see your backside, the camera felt farther than it was before you were facing it, and you press back on eren as much as possible. your eyes dart around his set up while you get comfortable in his lap, sitting pretty— a doll on display. "this is my girlfriend, she wants me to slut her out for you guys."

lillilyx: eren shes HOT

yasminab: thought he was single :((

b3li3v3: bI pANIC BC WHEW

eren's hands travel to your breasts, kneading both of them while pressing soft, wet kisses to your neck. you can't help but squirm in his lap— you wanted to feel something down below, you were already ready for him from the moment you stepped foot in front of the camera.

"she wants to show you guys how i fuck her when no one is around. she's dirty; my little whore, right?" the way his voice vibrates through your body from where he speaks against your neck sends a shiver through it, your back unintentionally arching and your hips trying to gain friction from your position on top of him.

one of his hands drops from your chest to your clit, giving it a few taps over top of your underwear. "right?" and only then did you realize he was speaking to you.

your eyes were focused on the camera, the thought of what was to come racking your nerves delightfully. "right... yours, no one else."

he nods his head, rewarding you by slipping his hand down past your underwear. your lips part in surprise as his warm fingers brush against your clit before dipping down further to your folds. "then show them."

eren draws a small whine from you and your hands scramble to tug at your panties, begging eren to take them off without opening your mouth. and he listens, helping you pull them off with his other hand while you lift your hips.

he slips them down far enough so that you're able to get them down your legs and let them fall to your feet. sliding out of them you open your legs further while his hand covers your cunt as if he was hiding it from his— your audience.

"you guys wanna see?" he taunts, and your head falls back onto his shoulder. you ached for him to really touch you, to really make you feel good. the camera moves into your subconscious and it almost feels like every other time when it's just you and eren.

his palm cups your heat while his fingers dance across your slit, and you find yourself trying to grind against him, trying to get more from him.

"she's so wet... don't even think i need to prep her," and as if he was testing his theory, his two fingers plunge into you making you moan at the feeling. his fingers always stretched you open so nicely, even if it was in the slightest bit.

your pleasure was short-lived. as fast as he buries his digits into you he pulls them out, and your eyebrows furrow in discontent, muscles in your leg tensing beside eren.

"eren," you whine his name, chest jutting out— god was he such a tease, you could hear him chuckle from over your shoulder before bringing his fingers up to his lips to taste you.

he made a noise of satisfaction, another small peck to your shoulder, reassuring you you'd get what you wanted. his hands come down to massage the skin of your stomach as he looked up to the camera. "i should just fuck her, yeah?"

lillilyx: YES

mira928: please do

it was funny— it didn't matter what the chat said; eren wouldn't be able to read the comments from the distance away he was from his set up. it was his decision to make. it was always his decision to make.

you found yourself nodding your head, jaw brushing against the side of eren's with every up and down motion before he pats your side, signaling you to stand.

"all fours," and you stand, the camera getting a clear view of your backside while you crawl onto the bed. eren stands up as well, positioning himself behind you, as his hand follows the curve of your spine before giving your ass a firm spank that made you wince from below him.

his eyes flit to the camera for a minute, and you reckon he was trying to make sure you were centered enough for them to see you well before his hand presses down on your back making you rest on your forearms.

his dick slides against your folds and you shudder with anticipation, letting your head rest against the sheet and pushing back on eren as he teases you.

it was teasing for him too. as much as he wanted to fuck you he had to take his time, let his viewers indulge in everything, let the camera pick up everything from the sounds of your slick coating his cock to the soft impatient whimpers that would fall from your lips.

"ready?" you can't tell if he's talking to you or the camera, but you nod your head faster than expected anyway, pressing back on him before he adjusts your hips. "gonna fuck you so good."

your mouth can't help but drop open when eren's tip meets your cunt and your breathing stutters as he slides into you. although you were slightly aware so many faces could see you, this time felt no different from the rest.

he grips your hips and sheathes himself fully inside of you, a low groan emitting from his throat as he bottoms out completely.

you feel so tight, so good, better than you usually do— and eren isn't sure if it's a trick of the camera or not. either way, he indulges in the feeling of you sucking him in, slicked up and ready for his cock.

you bury your head into the sheets to smother your moan, the way every inch of eren settles inside of you making your body quiver and your eyes roll.

eren doesn't seem to like this, his hand reaching forward to grab a handful of your hair and exposing your face again. he angles his grip facing you towards the camera, the red light winking at you, taunting you; almost like it was telling you to smile.

"look up, they can't see your face."

this is what you wanted. if you were gonna disrupt his stream the least you could do was listen to him. so you stable yourself on your elbows and keep your head up. his hand falls from your hair and onto your shoulder to keep himself steady as he begins to move.

the way he moves his hips back and forth 'til they're flush with your ass is enough to make you shudder. you can feel every movement of him sliding in and out of you through your whole body— and it feels better than ever. you're sure the attention on you has something to do with it.

"god, eren,"

eren speeds up his pace and the smack of his hips can be heard throughout the whole room alongside the sound of your juices getting pushed around every time he fucked into you. it was lewd— disgusting, but what was even nastier was the comments.

they were enjoying this, much to eren's satisfaction and possibly yours too.

jjjohn21: fuck she's hot

cumslxt0: turn her more to the camera ;p

itachiwife: need to see more tits!!!

guest37657: i wanna fuck someone like this

"god," as if eren could read what they were saying he adjusts your body by pulling you up by your neck, hands warm around your throat while your back presses up against his chest. he's radiating heat, it makes you even more warm and gushy than before, and a small whimper leaves your mouth. "you like this?"

another whimper and your eyes slide sideways so you can see the camera in your peripheral, the image of it jumping every time eren slammed into you.

"yes, yes, yeah," you gasp, your words choked.

"you like everyone watching you?"

your eyes flutter for a few seconds, mouth open to speak but only small croaks slip from your lips.

you did like everyone watching you. you liked them seeing how eren fucked you; how his cock slid in and out of you swiftly. deep strokes that made you dazed, unable to utter anything but quick confirmations to his words, and even then— barely that.

if it wasn't for the pleasure that swallowed you whole you would've felt embarrassed, would've been trying to sink into eren because of the eyes on you, because of the way you stupidly stumbled when trying to be coherent. and it was all at the hands of eren.

you didn't feel embarrassed, you felt hedonistic. felt devoted to this way of pleasure, like this was the only way you'd ever feel so euphoric— on top of the world. you could do this a million times over.

the vulgar comments no longer bothered you because you were sure they were about you. you were sure people's free hands were typing away trying to appraise how hot you looked. from your chest moved with each forceful thrust, to your ass clapping every time eren reached your cervix, small uncomfortable cries tumbling from your mouth that were a blend of pain and pleasure.

you'd try to speak again. "shit—" maybe hearing your sultry voice would help the image of you that they all had burned into their heads by now. "eren,"

maybe it would help the mirage they'd form at night from here on out. it'd be them fucking you, running their hands over your soft curves and helping you bounce over the top of them while you whispered obscenities in their ears. "hah,"

you could see why eren liked the camera so much now.

despite your hokum, you felt like a star, and you played the role so well. eren must've been long forgotten the minute you stepped foot into his spotlight.

but he couldn't have that either.

first and foremost, the only reason they were able to see you in this state was because of him. he's the one who fucked you so stupid, so dumb that you couldn't speak. you were his and as if he knew what you were thinking he'd let it be known.

"you can't speak baby?" he hums condescendingly ashis fingers crawl up from your neck, the tips prodding at your lips, slipping into your mouth to make sure of it.

your tongue lolls out so gracefully, the sloppy surface of it wetting eren's fingers and making him push up in your mouth so he could get a better grip. "fucked you so dumb?"

you nod your head, his fingertips grazing the back of your throat and eren's chuckle turns into a guttural sound when you clench around him at his words. "shit— you like that? like showing everyone how well i can fuck you?"

another nod, another whimper.

"and i'm the only one who can fuck you like this, yeah?" he slows his strokes and when he's buried inside you his hips grind against yours as if he's trying to get as deep as possible. trying to reach your stomach— hell, you can feel him in your stomach.

your yes is so mumbly, but eren can understand it all too well— you're not sure about his viewers though. "that's my girl." he lets his fingers fall from your mouth, a string of saliva connecting his index to the tip of your tongue. your spittle is smeared onto your nipple by him before he lets go of you completely, letting your body fall to the bed with a plop.

you don't even realize how you're circling your hips against his until eren pulls out of you, falling onto his knees and shuffling to the edge of the bed to pull you into his lap. you're straddling him, cunt searching for his dick— fluttering at the empty feeling.

eren couldn't have taken any longer to position you, you wanted to be full again. "let's show them how your slutty pussy takes my cum too."

lillilyx: they r so hot im crying

nbhdluvr: bestie THIS is so hot

laur7n: (s)CREAMING /s

eren's dick is coated in your slick and it glistens as light reflects off of it. eren's thankful for his setup, it makes the sheen of sweat coating the both of you look like an intended glow, accentuating your best parts and making you camera ready.

he pumps himself a few times before lining himself up and pushing into you again with a sound that's near titillating.

your moan is so breathy as you accommodate his length so easily. eren hisses at the feeling of your squishy walls squeezing him again. it's like he's fucked you so many times that you're molded to him, a perfect fit for him— cinderella's glass slipper.

"oh god— eren," you're becoming spent, leaning almost all your weight against eren, wrapping your arms around his shoulders and burying your face into the crevice of his neck.

you mouth at his skin, hot open-mouthed kisses being planted on the tan of his neck, and he reciprocates the gesture by smoothing his thumb over your ear, holding you by your nape as he leans back.

he presses a small subtle kiss to the side of your head that may have gone unnoticed by the camera but not by him and you squeeze your eyes shut relaxing against him.

"fuck me." you mutter. it's so quiet that you're not sure if eren begins moving because of you or because he would've anyway.

eren's movements are steady, bucking up into you so you don't have to do much work— only taking him and taking him so well. he's proud of your performance and he's a little sad the two of you were already in the last act of it.

he speeds up a bit when you tense up, back arching and you putting in a little work as your orgasm creeps up on you. your head lifts from eren's neck slightly and you begin to let out small pants of breath. "eren..."

"yeah?" his voice is shaky and his pace begins to falter. he's just as close as you are.

"almost there," now your meeting eren's thrusts, slamming down onto him as he bucks up into you. your hand finds its way to your clit, rubbing small circles into it to the best of your ability, squeezing around eren and your mouth dropping open to let out larger pants, let out moans. "'m almost there, 'mma cum,"

"me too, me too." stray brown strands stick to the sweat coating eren's forehead. his hand on your nape falls down to the small of your back pushing you as close to him as possible. there's a furrow in his brow as he stares straight at the camera. the heat bubbles in his stomach, that familiar build-up, and it doesn't matter that he's looking at the camera— he can barely see it, eyes half-lidded and his mind blanking as all he's focused on is you and him. his high and yours.

"come," your tone pleading, you wanna be filled to the brim with his cum. want it to leak out of you for everyone and have him push as much in because you can't waste a single drop! you want eren to claim you on camera for your last act and your body shivers at the thought. "please!"

eren groans at your voice, the tremble of it is almost enough to send him over the edge. he leans back even further so you're more on display and his breathing gets heavier. "shit— want me to.. to cum inside you? fill you up?"

"yes, eren, please!"

his body tingles, that same pleasurable sensation spreads. "breed that pretty pussy, like the little slut you are, yeah?"

"yes!" you're practically sobbing for him, sobbing for it.

"fuck, baby take my cum..." and eren shoots inside of you, warmth filling you up. you cream all over him at the same time, your cunt clenching him so tightly. an unintelligible cry of his name escapes your lips. you sound so consumed, so weary, and eren loves it.

he tenses up underneath you, eyes rolling to the back of his head as he fills you up like you wanted, like he wanted.

yasminab: omg

guest11923: ughhh sexy

it was no doubt you belonged to him now.

your body still twitches, and eren has yet to pull out. the two of you are calming down, it's only your heavy breathing that fills the room.

after a moment eren finally speaks, tapping your side. "come on, get up." and as much as you didn't want to you do, lifting yourself up slightly on weak knees— eren's cum following his cock out of you and dripping onto his leg. he sighs at the sight and you sigh at the feel. what a finishing touch to your performance.

your skin gets prickly and cool albeit the warmth of the room, and you're hyper aware that the camera's on you once more. the exterior you built up begins to fade, and as if eren can read your mind he stands up to shut it off and end the live as he usually does.

you relax, watching as he turns off some of the extra lights, and heads to the bathroom, coming back to clean you and him up before sinking into the bed with you wrapped in his arms.

you're tired, your eyes are droopy, and you know eren's holding off the few more things he needs to do to cuddle with you, to lull you to sleep.

he's peppering kisses along your cheek, massaging the fat of your stomach, and holding you so close to him. "you did so good," is what he mumbles between every kiss.

the softness in his voice is what makes you feel tender, feel loved.

your envy was absurd. it's the way he gently kisses your skin that makes you realize that on or off camera eren belonged to you. you didn't need to show out for his viewers (not that you regret it), or prove anything to them. sitting behind a camera was fine as long as it was you who had eren in his entirety at the end of the day.

even after your realization, you're not so sure if this would be the last time you'd step foot in front of a camera, with or without eren.