#ren flipping him off :))))

[rennarita]

[xx-angelslut88-xx]

NO MINORS/ NO AGE IN BIO DNI

So the girlie has a name! (At least a first one lmao ) anyways some things about her!

She met Ren in a therapy group esc form. She ended up meeting up with him eventually because they both happened to be beastkin and he seemed really friendly. Quickly learned otherwise tho. She probably doesn’t exist in the Tpof universe simply because so far what I have on them? She would not make it that long.

[pure-smut]

wind breaker boys - cockwarming headcanons.

featuring: Hajime Umemiya, Ren Kaji, Jo Togame

contains: f!reader, cockwarming (ofc), established relationship, pure smut

note: all characters are aged up to 18+!

MDNI | 18+ content

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Hajime Umemiya loves cockwarming.

Sometimes he’ll pull you onto his lap, your thighs on either side of his, as he helps you to slowly work his thick cock inside you. Umemiya is heavy on praise, eyes kind as he tells you how well you’re taking him. He thinks the way you furrow your brows and bite your bottom lip, so intent on taking him right to the base is so, so cute.

Once you’re nestled comfortably on top of him, his fat mushroom tip snug against your cervix, he’ll hold you there. Umemiya’s grip is hard on your hips as he stops you from moving.

“Just stay here, baby. Just like this,” he says, capturing your lips in a kiss.

So you do. His cock throbs inside you and you have to fight the urge to buck your hips as Umemiya deepens the kiss. When he parts your lips, you give no resistance, letting him sweep his tongue over yours.

His fingers trail featherlight touches up and down your bare back, tracing the curves of your body, committing them to memory.

If your pussy wasn’t squeezing him so tightly, he could stay like this forever. The intimacy, the closeness. To know he’s reaching inside the deepest part of you. Umemiya loves this. He loves you.

Ren Kaji has no patience for cockwarming but he tries, for you.

You straddle his lap, holding him snug inside you, as you suck rough kisses against his neck the way you know he likes. Kaji groans, his hips instinctively thrusting up. You pull back, huffing.

“No moving!”

Kaji growls, pressing his face between your tits to distract himself. He nibbles and sucks at the soft skin, leaving his own marks on you, before moving to your nipples. You gasp as he flicks his tongue over one nipple, causing it to stiffen, and Kaji tips his head back.

“Baby, I can’t keep still,” he groans.

“It’s only been two minutes.”

“That’s long enough.”

You squeal as he flips you over onto your back, somehow staying inside you. Kaji wastes no time, rolling his hips as he finally, finally gets to move inside you. His cock drags along your plush walls, sending sparks through your body.

“Fuck… That’s better…” he moans, burying his face in your neck.

Kaji picks up speed, grabbing the headboard to leverage himself, fucking you even harder. He scoops a hand under your ass, holding you in place at an angle he knows will make your eyes roll back in your skull.

All thoughts of protest leave your mind as the thick ridges of his cock rub against your g-spot. Stars burst behind your eyes as you clench down around him, creaming on his cock.

Maybe Kaji was right, maybe this is better.

Jo Togame likes to think of himself as a fan of cockwarming but he always runs out of patience in the end.

He loves it when you’re on top, of course. Sex generally starts off slow, Togame moving like he’s at 0.75x speed like everything else. So he loves when you climb on top of him, fucking yourself on his cock while he gets to watch.

Except this time, when you work him fully inside you, you stop.

You lie down against his broad chest, keeping him inside you as you wrap your arms around him.

“This is nice, isn’t it?” you say, sighing contentedly against him.

“Mhmm,” he hums, absently playing with your hair.

He is enjoying himself, he admits, but the way your hot walls are massaging his cock is making his hips buck. You stay like that for a while, as Togame’s cock starts to grow painfully hard at the tease of your sweet pussy without any friction.

Togame splays one large hand against your lower back, pinning you to him, as the other grabs your thigh. He thrusts upward, making you gasp.

“Sorry, sweetheart,” he mumbles, a small smile on his lips. “Couldn’t help myself.”

Togame keeps you pinned against him as he fucks up into you slowly, finally getting the delicious friction he needed so badly. Your welcoming walls squeeze him, milking his cock the way he loves.

Togame likes cockwarming but he loves what comes after.

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[kaiijo]

DATES WITH HIM — [WIND BREAKER]

characters: suo hayato, kiryu mitsuki, umemiya hajime, hiragi toma, kaji ren, togame jo content: gn! reader notes: i did not come up with the date idea in suo's! also i recommend reading the mentioned works in suo’s part and listening to the song in kaji’s! obvious togame bias i’m sorry (but i’m also not)

suo hayato ✶ bookstore date

you saw the idea of a bookstore scavenger hunt date and it was too cute to resist. with your list in hand, you and suo make your way to your favorite neighborhood bookstore. the old lady who runs it greets the two of you before attending to other customers. suo leans over your shoulder to look at the first item. “find a joke to make your partner laugh.”

you make your way to the joke book shelf, where suo picks up a paperback titled 100 dad jokes to make anyone bust a side! he flips through it and lands on a page. “which days are the strongest?”

“i don’t know, which ones?”

he stares at you dead in the eye as he answers, “saturday and sunday. the rest are weekdays.”

you can’t help but snort and roll your eyes, and suo says, “we’re counting that!” and you check it off the list because you don’t know if you can take another cheesy dad joke. 

you read out the next bullet point: “find a puzzle to conquer together.”

you find and complete a crossword puzzle in a magazine (you kept the magazine with you to buy later). your scavenger hunt list leads you through the travel section to talk about your dream vacation spots; the children’s section where you find your favorite childhood books; and the cookbook aisle where you find a recipe you both want to cook together. finally, the last task challenges you to find a poem that describes your partner.

you and suo split up in the poetry section for that. you thumb through pages and pages but nothing is able to capture just how you feel for suo. you find one finally just as he walks over to you, a poetry anthology in hand. you read to him kevin varrone’s “poem i wrote sitting across the table from you” and he recites joy harjo’s poem “for keeps.” 

your heart feels like its about to burst as he finishes and you take his hand in yours, bring it to your lips for a kiss. his gaze is soft as he leans forward and presses a kiss to your forehead.

kiryu mitsuki ✶ arcade date

you pout as you watch the final pac-man score flash on the screen in big, pixelated numbers: 150 to 170. kiryu ruffles your hair affectionately. “we’re all tied up again,” he says. “two to two. what do you want for the tie-breaker?”

you peer around the arcade, glancing at the flashing screens of various games. there’s street fighter, space invaders, and other classics but it’s the air hockey table that catches your eye. you nod at it. “settle the score over good old-fashioned air hockey?”

“sounds good,” he says and you two make your way over to it.

just as you arrive, another couple shows up. “oh, shit,” the other guy says when he and his girlfriend approach at the same time. 

“sorry,” you say. “you guys can have it if you want.”

“no, no, you two came first,” the girlfriend says.

“it’s seriously fine!”

“no, really, it’s cool!”

you’re all at a standstill, neither party willing to takeover the table. instead, kiryu pipes up, “there are four pushers, why don’t we play on teams? a friendly competition.”

“i’m down!” the girl smiles and turns to her boyfriend. “what do you think?”

“i say we crush ‘em!”

“ooh, those are fighting words!” you call, looping you arm through kiryu’s. “ready to kick some ass, mitsuki?”

“always.”

the competition is fierce — the other couple is a lot better than you thought and you’re playing best of seven rounds. it’s the tie breaker and you narrowly manage to block a shot from the other guy. the puck bounces off the sides, hurtling across the board towards kiryu, who easily deflects it back. the volley goes back and forth and there are far too many times it almost sinks into their goal.

the other couple just blocks a shot again and the puck is heading for you. you hit it at the right angle and it just ekes past the defense, sliding into the goal to end the game 4 to 3. you congratulate each other on a good game and kiryu sighs, “i guess that settled the score between us too, huh?”

“what do you mean?”

“you made the winning goal.” he holds out the tickets he’s won. “let’s go get you a prize.”

umemiya hajime ✶ farmer’s market date

“whoa! these squash look so good! how did you grow them? did you plant them in may or june?” umemiya’s eyes are wide and bright as he listens intently to the farmer’s answer. you don’t think you’ve seen him this excited before, which is saying a lot given his enthusiasm for almost anything. 

she smiles warmly at the two of you, asking, “how many would you like?”

“three,” you reply, reaching for your wallet, but umemiya is holding out the money for her before you can even open your bag. 

the farmer shakes her head, gently pushing his hand back. “it’s on the house,” she says, plucking a packet of seeds from a small wooden crate at the edge of the stall. “and i’ll throw these in too, all free of charge!”

“oh, please, we insist,” you begin to protest but she just shakes her head again. 

“it’s been a long time since someone has been this curious about my produce,” she chuckles, “and i’m not about to make a lovely young couple pay for this! all i ask is that you two raise the squash lovingly.”

“we will, i promise,” umemiya says, taking the bag of squash from her. as you two continue through the farmer’s market, umemiya interlocks your fingers, using his other hand to motion to the other stalls you pass. 

he says, “we have tomatoes and cucumbers already but we need mushrooms! oh, those look good!” he already leading you to another vendor, surveying the cartons of wood-ear mushrooms. you raise a brow in amusement as he buys five cartons, humming a cheery song. 

“what’s all this for, again?”

he beams at you. “the summer barbeque!”

“ahh, right!” you smile. “the infamous summer barbeque.” you glance around the market, pointing out a stall selling sausages and other meats. “i think we’ll want to get some protein, then, since your boys eat enough for a hundred men.”

“babe, you’re a genius!”

hiragi toma ✶ cooking date

make dinner at home for date night, they said. it’ll be fun, they said. you think anyone who said this is a fun, stress-free date is a total liar.

“alright,” you sigh as you clean the frying pan of egg residue for the third time. “well, fourth time’s a charm!”

hiragi pops a stomach tablet out of its packaging and chomps down on it. “you said that the last two times.”

“this one’s going to be the one!” you chirp, reaching for the egg carton. “it has to be, since these are our last four eggs.”

hiragi lets out a long, heavy breath before slipping his apron back on. “okay, one more time.” 

hiragi throws a large tablespoon of butter down the pan, tilting the pan from side to side as the melting butter coats the surface. you crack the four eggs into the measuring cup and beat them with a whisk, tipping a little drop of it onto the butter. it sizzles promisingly and you and hiragi share a glance and nod, then you pour the eggs in.

you stir the eggs quickly with a pair of chopsticks, stopping as you see the omelet beginning to smooth. hiragi tilts the pan to let the uncooked egg mixture start to cook, doing his best to keep the curds even and level. 

the new portion of eggs scramble and you spoon your chicken rice mix into the center of the omlet, roughly shaping it into an football-shape as hiragi kills the heat. “good?” you ask him, motioning with your chopsticks at the pile of rice.

“good.” he lifts the pan. “hot pan, coming through!” he places it on the damp rag on your counter. you slide the omlet to the edge of the pan, carefully wrapping the rice with egg on both sides. hiragi’s already moved to get a plate and you hold your breath as he slides it carefully onto the plate.

success.

you let out collective sighs of relief. 

kaji ren ✶ concert date

you had spent hours in an online queue to get kaji tickets to see his favorite band for his birthday. luckily, the venue isn’t too long a train ride from makochi but when you severely undersold how many people can cram themselves into the venue.

kaji’s grip is firm as you weave your way through the crowd, pushing closer to the stage. some guy jostles you, grumbling under his breath, only to apologize when he faced kaji’s cold glare. your boyfriend manages to get the two of you to a decent spot near the front, just off right of the center. 

“what song are you most excited for?” you ask him, speaking as close to his ear as possible. the din around you is getting louder and the crowd more electrified, so you know it’s starting soon.

“wasted nights,” he replies easily. 

you hum, “that sounds familiar. it’s on the playlist you made for me, right?”

his mouth lifts into a small smile. “yeah, i think it’s number eleven or twelve.” just as he is about to add something, the lights around you begin to flash and pulse as the ambient music dies down. the band comes out to thunderous cheers as they take up their instruments. 

even though you don’t know the band well, you can’t help but jump and dance with the crowd, and you sing along to parts you can remember. kaji’s not one for rowdiness himself but he thrives off the energy from it — you can see it in the way he bobs his head in rhythm, the way he seems completely in his element. as the fourth songs in the set transitions into the fifth one, a slower ballad this time, he wraps an arm around your shoulder and pecks your cheek. “thank you again,” he says. “i’m glad i’m here with you.”

you burrow further into his side, swaying to the music. “happy birthday, ren.” 

togame jo ✶ pottery class date

you tilt your head as the pottery wheel slows to a stop, examining the mug you were instructed to make. the rim is uneven and it’s leaning towards the left. togame’s isn’t any better given that his mug looks shorter and stouter than the rest of the class and the handle is fully too long. when the pottery teacher walks over, she offers a sweet smile. “beautiful work,” she says. “they both have a unique charm to them.”

“thanks, we totally meant to make them this way,” you say and she carefully brings them to the shelf where the other attendees’ mugs sit waiting for the kiln. 

oddly enough, seeing your mugs together makes them look somewhat normal, almost like an eclectic set, and when you glance at togame, he meets your eyes and you two try to suppress your laughter, togame’s broad shoulders shaking with effort. as you stand side by side, washing your hands in the classroom’s sink, togame smirks. he reaches over and claps a hand on your shoulder, leaving a large, damp terracotta-colored handprint on your shirt. 

you narrow your eyes and do the same, this time on the side of his own t-shirt. his hand touches your back and yours grazes his chest. you could probably do this forever but someone clears their throat behind you and you apologize as you actually finish cleaning up, stepping aside for another couple to wash themselves off. 

togame drapes an arm around your shoulder as you leave the building, saying, “i think i won, babe.” 

you know he’s talking about the stains all over both of your clothes but all you do is smirk at him. “i think i won, actually, since this is your shirt.”

he shrugs. “i wish i could be mad, but you look too good in my clothes to complain.”

bonus!

you return two weeks later when your “unique” mugs are primed for glazing. you two agreed to keep the final designs on your pottery a surprise so you sit as far away from each other with your backs turned. in the end, you two had similar ideas — he chose your favorite color as a background and painted on a pattern of your favorite flowers while you glazed your mug in orange and black with an attempt at a the lion face on the shishitoren jackets, albeit yours is way less threatening and much cuter. 

your mugs sit in each of your cabinets at your homes in all their uniquely beautiful glory, your new favorites — well-used and well-loved. one day, they’ll be together again, side-by-side in a cabinet that you two shared together.

[kurokawaia]

❛ HIS THIGH KINK ❜

Kaji Ren X fem!Reader

WC; 1.4k+ | TW/CW; kaji and you are in an established relationship, afab reader, x fem! reader, nsfw, thigh kink (obvi), mating press, slightly rough sex, piv, prone bone, no protection (pls wrap before u tap), cum eating, kaji is a lil mean >.<, slight manhandling?? implied orgasm denial, no plot just smut + probably more

⋆·˚ ༘ * 𝒮𝒴𝒩𝒪𝒫𝒮𝐼𝒮 :: it's no mistaking that out of the three, ass, boobs, and thighs, that thighs are his favourite.

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Your legs were thrown on to his shoulders as his dick lay inside your drenched folds, prodding beautifully against the spongey spot in your gummy walls. Kaji's mouth was pressed tightly against your own, his tongue intertwining with your own as his hips rolled into yours, slowly.

The moans that slipped past your lips were swallowed by Kaji, who was eagerly relishing in the moment. His pretty girl trying so hard to keep up with him, your legs over his shoulders where your knees were next to your head on either side.

Kaji pulls away from you lips, a whine emitting from your mouth at the loss of contact, just wanting to be close to him. "Quiet," he mumbles into your ear before flipping you over onto your stomach, a small huff of surprise falling from your swollen lips.

His weight was heavy against your own, your breasts being squished by the mass pushing you tightly to the mattress. Kaji's abs were prominent against your back, you could feel the shape and crevasse of them.

Kaji's hands moved slowly, changing his grip so that one of his hands held both of you over your head, being cautious not to get your hair entangled within the movement. A content sigh leaves your mouth as Kaji raises his body ever so slightly.

His free hand followed the length of your silky back until his fingertips met your sleek entrance. The gasp that came from both his fingers slipping past your throbbing clit and his weight gently lifting off your body to allow you to breathe.

You gasp at the abrupt action of him sliding a finger into your cunt as he murmurs, "Look at you," against your ear before nibbling at the flesh.

Then, you groaned at the slight touch as a thick, pulsating tip pressed against your clit. You attempted to wriggle out of the enjoyable situation, but Kaji was more familiar with your physique than you were, so he anticipated your attempt to flee from his body in response to the pleasure. That's why he weighed down on you again.

When Kaji plunged his pulsating cock into your soft walls, you held your breath as every curve in your soggy cunt pinched his length. You both let out a moan when Kaji's length touched the centre of your being.

Kaji groans, "Look at you, taking me in so well." You sigh with pleasure; he understood that you were somewhat of a worshipper and that you relished his words, which had a profound effect on him and caused him to stutter.

However, he remained motionless, content to observe your need to create friction and your inability to move away from his contact. Kaji's penis poked so far into your gelatinous walls that it caused you to whimper with ecstasy, yet it didn't stop him from remaining motionless. He was still comfortably warm inside.

Warm and dense kisses extend from your ear to the hollow of your neck and end at your shoulder. A panting exhalation left your mouth open before Kaji inserted his hips into yours. A soft groan escapes your lips as his dick grazed every tender spot in your pussy.

"Ren!" you murmured, annoyed at his slow motions.

Kaji's knees split your legs wide apart, guaranteeing that any move on your part would be met with resistance, keeping you positioned beneath him, your attractive physique appearing insignificant next to his huge size. He anticipated that you would be immobile in his ensnaring grasp.

His motions quickened, and as strained grunts and whines from your throat, his cock plunged into the bottom of your eager hole. Your cunt fluttered tightly around Kaji's length as he was panting in your ear and occasionally letting out a deep groan.

Kaji was giving you the full effect, making me scream with satisfaction as his pulsating pink tip found that soft, sticky region in your cunt. He sighed, "Shhhh," and you moaned and sighed, your body trembling with ecstasy. "Take it," Kaji grinned.

Your body attempted to curve away from the pleasure, unable to withstand Kaji's powerful hip rolls, but as you turned your back on him, his thrusts only went farther and harder into your G spot. You cried, mascara running down your face, "But, 'Kaji, too much. "Go slowly, you're going too fast."

He sighs, "That doesn't matter, you're going to take it," observing your thighs quiver beneath him as his hips begin to move more quickly. He loved how your cunt squeezed his cock despite your wishes for him to slow down. He found your words to be contradictory, as you were depriving your body of the release it so desperately needed.

As he hammered into your tight heat, you let out repeated groans. It was as if an instinct had taken hold of you, forcing you to press into his length, but you were powerless against his increasingly powerful thrusts because of his weight.

"So big, you feel so big, Ren!" you cry out mewling. "Please, I wanna come."

"You'll cum soon," Kaji says, pulling your lips into a kiss, he pulls away, watching the saliva break. "Just keep making those pretty noises for me."

You were on your back once more, put your pulsating hole was filled with nothing, his cock laying between your folds. Your legs thrown over his shoulders once more. Kaji was teasingly rubbing his length against your clit, wanting to look at you tremble beneath him and how your thighs quivered.

"R-Ren!" you whimper out.

Kaji scoffs, "you can take it."

He rubs his shaft again through your puffy folds and you whimper as tears well once more in your eyes in the need for him inside me, your thighs clamp shut, ripping from his clamp-like hold. Kaji lets out a moan at the tightness from the grip of your thighs clamped around his shaft. "Look at you. So pretty," He mumbles trying to keep his moans in. "Stay like this for me, my love."

Kaji was in a fog from your soft thighs hugging his length so closely; it made him feel elevated. Although he adored every aspect of you, there were moments when the softness and squishiness of your thighs sent him reeling.

Too overwhelmed and dependent to act otherwise, you comply. He pushes forcefully back and forth between your thighs, squeezing your thighs closer together while clitting against your folds, causing us to both sigh and complain. His balls bump up against your ass base.

As he continues to drive in between, I wriggle and moan in despair as one of his hands leaves the soft skin of your thighs to stroke your clit. You groan, "Feels s' good, Ren," causing him to sloppily force himself farther into your cosy cocoon. "'m love you, Ren. Making me feel so good," you say, slurring as you hear his whimpers get louder, indicating that he is about to be released.

"Gonna cum," He pants as his load spills onto your lower abdomen, some gooey liquid still seeping out of his bulging tip. Just by looking at your cunt and inner thighs covered in his cum, Kaji is almost back, almost coming again. Your chest heaves from the release as you wash over your second orgasm of the evening.

Your legs are carefully placed on the bed when he gently removes them from his shoulders. He hears you whimper as you felt his shaft being drawn away from your entrance and you covered your face with a wince. You could feel Kaji's warm breath caressing your skin and his lips leaving a trail of soft kisses along your neck. He spoke to me in a whisper, his words comforting and loving.

"See, you took it," Kaji mumbles

Kaji's body changed, his back now resting on the wooden headboard as his weight was gradually adjusted in the direction of the pillows. He ran his fingers through his tangle of hair. You shakily sit up, straddling his hips and snuggling up against him because you love the way his arms are wrapped around you.

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[sintiva]

just some eren!

nerd!’ren and reader took it slow when they first met. trips to the library, the icecream shop to get your favorite caramel and pralines double scoop. then his or your dorm when you two had to study some more. it was preferably done in your room, cause he just loved getting the chance to see what new things furnished your dorm. maybe another pillow? a fluffy crocheted blanket? some decor? a new candle. whatever it was it made him happy seeing you swell and overflow with joy.

you’d get all bouncy, dancing around your room on the tip of your toes. slipping off all your clothes till your in nothing but a tank top and some really short shorts with no panties. then eren proceeds with his usual. he goes to bathroom, he’s gotta piss or so he says. but really he’s just a weirdo, he stares at your hamper. eyes glazed and fixated on the black laced thong that sat at the top of the pile. he moves quickly. he plucks them from the top and balls it up in his hand. then he’s putting up to his nose, inhaling every inch of you relishing in the scent that gets him harder then ever. his back’s to the door and he’s tugging his sweats down. he’s gulping down his whimpers as his fists wraps around his cock. his thumb is shaky as he swipes it over his tip. translucent beads of precum pearl at his tip, and drip down his sides flowing down the shape of each vein as they flow to the base of his cock. for the most part, he keeps himself trimmed, but he’s been so stressed with school it’s gotten a bit messy.

from the other side of your bathroom door you can hear him groaning. there’s a lewd air that permeates through the door as the sound of his palm, wet and sticky against his cock, grows louder. your fingers don’t do enough to stimulate your clit. you feel like such a loser. why can’t you just open the door and tell him every time he comes over your pussy gets all sticky and that playing with yourself doesn’t quell the thought. why’s it so hard to tell him that you want him to take you over and over again. seeing his print through his loser sweats, the brunette strands that travel down them. he’s a curse, a big freaking loser who you need in between your legs. but it only gets worse. you hear him groan your name and your stomach does flips. it’s not only your name, it’s the things he says after. like how he wants to put a baby in you, he wants to knock up the pretty girl who only cares about herself and her grades. he’s moaning about how he’d give you the best dick of your life if you’d give him a chance. you always look like you want to give him a chance too, so is he wrong for assuming.

on the other side of the door, he’s dripping profusely. his knuckles are trembling as he milks himself, his tummy jerks with each pull. he’s thrusting his hips, fucking his hand and losing himself in the smell of you. then he gets the big idea to cum on your panties. his balls twitch from overstimulation, but his slit pulses as more cum trickles out into your panties. he pants weakly, ‘fucks’ and ‘shits’ spew from his mouth. he’s hot, his dick won’t go down, and he made a fucking mess of your panties. you can hear him shuffling on the other side. you hear the turmoil, the disgust with himself for being such a whimp. “um, ‘ren? you okay in there?” you slightly shout as you step away from the door.

“yeah...ha- totally! i-i just made a little bit of a mess so i just have to clean up…a-around the sink…haha.” he’s damn awkward and such a terrible liar.

[erensangel444]

obsessing over eren again sorry

you were fumbling to get the key into the keyhole, eren laughing softly at your antics before you finally got it in. you twisted the key to the right, unlocking the door and pushing it open. 

you walked through the living room, eren trailing behind you as you made your way into the bedroom, full on jumping and plopping onto the bed. 

you felt eren’s hand brush against the top of your thigh, coming up to pull your skirt back down over your ass. he laughed softly at you lying on the bed, jumping up and plopping down beside you, the action making you giggle loudly.

you turned to look at him, finding eren’s eyes were already on you, a soft smile on his face. “had so much fun tonight, ren,” you were pretty sure you slurred that sentence, but you know eren didn’t mind.

“me too, angel,” he sat up now, scooting up to lean against the headboard. you couldn’t take your eyes off of him, he was just so pretty. his white collar tee was unbuttoned, and a few wisps of his brown hair were falling from the half-up, half-down hairstyle he head, framing his face.

“you’re so pretty, baby, you know that?” you said, coming up to perch yourself atop eren’s lap. eren smiled up at you, his eyes fluttering between your eyes and your lips. “n you’re so pretty did ya’know that?” 

eren began to litter kisses all over you, starting at your neck, drifting to your collarbone, lingering at your shoulder, and slyly pushing the spaghetti strap of your dress down. 

“so pretty could jus’ kiss all over you all day,” eren mumbled into your skin, pushing the other strap of your dress down. “could be my new job,” he laughed softly, looking up at you as he pulled your dress down over your breasts, your nipples going stiff at the rush of cold air and eren’s proximity.

“huh? what do you think pretty girl?” eren continued, his hands coming down to your backside, lifting you higher in his lap so that he could wrap his lips around your nipple with ease. 

you were unable to form words, panting as you watched eren play with your breasts. he had always been infatuated with your tits, finding any moment to squeeze them, kiss at them. your favorite was when he would give them a quick squeeze in public, resulting in a slap on the hand and you chastising him. 

“where’d you go, pretty girl?” eren pulled away from your nipple, pinching the other between his thumb and forefinger. he looked so pretty, his lips slick with spit giving them a slight shine under the dim light of your bedroom, his pupils dilated.

“get your tits played with n suddenly you can’t talk anymore, is that it?” eren was enjoying teasing you now. he always loved the fact that he could make you like this. and he wasn’t stupid enough to miss your not-so-subtle grinding against his thigh. 

you shook your head at his statement, eren laughing softly, “oh so you can talk?” he teased, his hands groping at your breasts. “then you gotta tell me what you want, baby,”

you were whimpering now, and eren shifted you so you sat right over his cock. you continued to move your hips, the action making eren throw his head back with a low moan. 

“w-want you,” you sighed softly. you knew your panties were drenched by now, and you couldn’t take anymore teasing. “need you inside please, ren’, need you.”

“all you had to say, angel,” eren said, flipping you over onto your back and peeling his shirt over his head.

you would never get tired of looking at eren. his toned abdomen, the way his v-line dipped into his hips. “you like what you see?” eren laughed softly, “sit up for me a lil’, baby.”

you did as told, lifting your butt off the bed ever-so-slightly so that eren could peel your dress of completely. above you, eren’s eyes trailed down your body, stopping at your soaked underwear. 

“aw you’re drenched, pretty girl,” he said, thumbing at your clit through your underwear. “you need me to fill you up that bad?” eren asked, to which you nodded your head, practically delirious at this point. 

“alright jus be patient for me, baby” eren said softly, standing up from the bed. coming down with his sweats was his boxers, revealing his leaking cock. 

eren, still standing, grabbed your ankle, pulling you towards him at the edge of the bed. he was pressed right up against you now, his cock laying over your stomach. 

eren loved to do this, to show you how deep he would go every time he was inside of you. to remind you that he was the only one who could hit all those spots. 

eren wrapped a hand around the base of his cock, sliding his tip between your dripping slit. every so often, the tip of his cock would bump against your clit, causing you to jolt softly with a whimper, prompting a soft chuckle from eren.

his free hand came down to your hip, softly rubbing circles into your side, “you ready for me?” eren spoke, eyes set on yours. 

“please, ren’,” you said, voice airy. eren just grinned before pushing his tip into your hole. he was met with slight resistance at first, but the second his tip pushed inside of you, the two of you were throwing your heads back and letting out simultaneous moans.

slowly, but surely, eren was pressing into you, inch by inch. 

finally, he was pressed fully inside of you, and you could feel his cock twitch as you squeezed around him. “fuck,” eren sighed, nails digging into your hips now, “always milk my cock so good, baby.”

you were in heaven. just eren’s cock filling you up and stretching you out was enough to have you entering that hazy space. “need you t-to,” you were saying softly, eren slowly sliding in and out of you. 

“huh? what d’ya need, angel?” eren spoke softly, voice slightly hoarse. “need you to pound me,” you said in a quick breath, hips grinding towards eren’s. 

“pretty girl wants to be fucked like a slut,” eren grinned, “i should’ve known better than to try and take it slow, huh?” 

“your wish is my command.” eren said before pulling out to the point where his cock was barely inside of you and then slamming back in. 

you were in for a long night. 

i am 5ever an eren girl n im not sorry

i decided to maybe split this into two parts depending on the feedback! so if you’d want to see a part two, let me know!! thank you so much for reading, and i hope you are good n happy n healthy and im sending you lots of love<33

[the7thheroine]

Ren hana red String of fate au

(Honestly I’m trying to get the ball rolling on someone writing a string of fate Ren hana x Reader because i hate reading my own work as a fic so if someone else did it I would be so greatful 😭)

(During Strade)

• When Ren had the string during Strade, often Strade would threaten Ren with it and tried to make him cut it off a few times

•when he’d be alone in the basement or in his room he would be contemplating you, what you were like, where you were, and if you were a beast kin like him.

•He’d almost always go to the basement when there was a victim to ensure it wasn’t you. If it was you he’d freak out and beg Strade. (You’d probably die tbh)

•Ren would love you no matter though, even if your millions of miles away and he doesn’t know where. He’s always praying that one day if he gets free, he’d be able to hunt you down.

During btd 2

•now, this is probably the worst time to meet Ren as he’s going through a crisis without Strade and being stuck between being a killer or getting help

•if you met him he’d kidnap you 🤷‍♀️ your his so why is it wrong is what he thinks.

•He’d be so in love with you and would always be touching you and holding onto you

•If he met you in the bar with Lawrence he’s definitely ditching Lawrence and putting the drug in your drink in order to take you home.

• He hates if you try and leave or if you insult him. he doesn’t want to hurt you! But if you keep disobeying and being a bad soulmate he’ll result to it.

•he refuses to make “content” with you. Your his for his own personal pleasure and he’d never share anything remotely physical of you!

(The price of flesh)

•by now Rens gone cold. he’s hardened up and is no longer the soft guy he was.

•he doesn’t really think of you much as he’s now focused on work and his “toys”

•your always there though in his head, always lingering. He can never keep a toy too long as he feels like he’s betraying you and your trust.

•When he meets you though, it’s like a switch flips. He becomes obsessed.

•he was going to target you as a victim, but now he knows your his soulmate? Not a chance.

•he stalks you for a long time. Watching, and learning about you. And eventually he sets up the perfect way to meet you to your preference. So you’ll fall for him immediately.

• He does Trust you and love you, but he can’t be without you now he has you. So he locks you up in a fancy house with everything you need.

•Punishments are far and few but if you do miss behave he’s taking you to the chop shop and your getting streamed buddy.

•He treats you extremely well, however if he’s ever in a bad mood or just feeling particularly sour over his past he’s going to give you a few scratches.

[mosaickiwi]

Hide and Seek

950ish word Ren(dacted) drabble off a spicy hide and seek prompt from da discord except I didn’t do the NSFW ending because I’m cringe, my bad. GN reader.

14 Days With You is an 18+ Yandere Visual Novel. MINORS DNI

Prompt: Playing “Hide and Seek" with Ren in his spacious apartment, except no room is off limits, and he has to wear a Ghostface mask while seeking you out. And if Ren manages to find you, he gets to fuck you. I'M SORRY

~

Ren had given you fourteen minutes to hide. Fourteen much needed minutes to take stock of his pitch black apartment while he waited outside. 

You'd been overly thorough, going room to room, crossing off some spots and keeping note of others, both silly and serious—you were momentarily tempted to hang ass-out of the washing machine for a cheap laugh. At the moment, hiding in the shrine-turned-storage room was your top choice. It was piled high enough with stuff that you were sure you'd sneak by him to some other hiding spot if he tried to corner you. But just in case, you made your way into his bedroom to find another option or two.

You hurried across the room to open his closet door and turn on its light. The rows of hanging and neatly folded black clothes on either side of the spacious walk-in didn't give you much to work with; even if you crouched down, he'd find you in an instant. Maybe you would hide in the storage room.

As you flipped the light switch and turned around to do just that, the front door loudly slammed shut. Your heart sank. You were out of time. There was no way you'd make it to your hiding place now. Halfway panicked, you fell to your knees and slid as quickly and quietly as possible under the bed. An obvious cliche—but it was already too risky to leave the room. You thanked your lucky stars you’d closed all the doors on your way here. It’d at least buy some time.

With bated breath, you waited in the dark, heart practically beating in your ears. The noisy sounds of them opening and closing doors echoed through the apartment. You could clearly hear his footsteps as well. He wasn’t normally anywhere close to loud, so he was definitely making all that commotion for your benefit. You weren’t sure whether to appreciate it or not, thanks to your steadily growing fear mixed with anticipation.

The noises got closer much faster than you expected them to. You only pressed yourself tighter against the floor. It was impossible to see much in the dark, but not even a brief flicker of light showed through the gap at the bottom of the bedroom door. He wasn’t bothering to turn the lights on. You were a bit miffed that he knew the layout of his apartment this well.

A few more loud footsteps, and you knew he was just outside the room. The doorknob faintly clicked as he turned it. The door opened, but thankfully you didn’t hear it shut. You could feel his footsteps, heavier than usual, thumping against the floor. Barely visible, the toes of his boots came into view right in front of you.

“I know you’re in here, Angel,” sang his voice from above you, the taunting muffled by the mask. The bed slightly dipped from his weight as he began to kneel down. Your heart only beat faster against your rib cage as you tried to stay calm. Did they really find you that quickly? You silently cursed yourself for being so picky.

All of a sudden he seemed to change his mind. The bed shifted and he moved back into complete darkness, out of your limited field of view. You squinted, trying your best to keep track of him. But it didn’t do any good. His footsteps reverberated once again as he walked around the room. There was a faint creaking noise from what must’ve been the closet door, then the footsteps got the tiniest bit quieter and quieter until they stopped once more.

You had to take the chance while he was occupied searching the closet. Otherwise, they’d just come back to look under the bed. With your heart in your hands, you trembled as you inched out on the side furthest from the closet, getting ready to bolt. If you were lucky, you’d make it to the storage room. One deep breath, and you started to run like your life depended on it.

Except you didn’t get far at all. You reached blindly in the direction of the door as an arm wrapped firmly around your waist, then a hand clasped over your mouth to mute the absolutely terrified shriek you let out.

“Y’really thought I’d gone in the closet, huh?” they laughed from behind while you struggled for a moment. “Of course you’d try to run.” 

The rather violent thrumming of your pulse seemed to settle in his embrace. He moved his hand away from your mouth once you stopped flailing, and you heard fabric and rubber rustling as he took off the mask. You forced yourself to speak—in spite of the adrenaline still coursing through you, “I thought… I thought a chase would be more fun.”

His arm still around you skimmed low on your stomach before his other hand came to toy with the hem of your shirt, making you tense in excitement. “It would be fun, but we’re not in a movie. Can't make things that easy f'you,” he teased, along with placing a soft kiss to your temple.

You were thankful not to see whatever smug face he had. "You could've humored me a little bit." Your prep time felt like a waste, so you really wanted to put up a better fight.

He pulled you closer in response. The press of his body against you served as a crystal clear reminder for how your little game was meant to end. Eerily confident, his words took a moment to sink in when he began to push up your shirt, lips lingering at your ear to whisper, “Sorry, Angel. You aren’t ever getting away from me.”

[superiorsturgeon]

A Dream Deferred

Announcer: …and the Atlas Wolves shoot!

Atlas Hockey Player: *slaps a shot on goal*

Jaune: *slides to the side in a full split, snatching the puck out of the air with his glove*

Announcer: OOOHHH!!! BIG save by Arc! With a score of 2 - 2, no timeouts, and only ten seconds remaining in the championship game, JNPR has one last chance to pull ahead and take home the cup!

Ren: *pops his mouthguard in and squares up to face off* 😠

Referee: *drops puck*

Ren: *snaps puck away like lightning and passes to Pyrrha*

Announcer: …and JNPR wins the face off…

Nora: *shoulder-slams two Atlas defenders aside into the wall, rattling the glass* 😠

Announcer: OOOOH!! That’s a big hit from Valkyrie! Nikos is now wide open! And only four seconds left on the clock!

Pyrrha: *breaks away with the puck and bears down on Atlas goalie*

Atlas Goalie: *setting up to block* 😨

Pyrrha: *narrows her eyes* 👿

Pyrrha: *suddenly breaks right*

Atlas Goalie: *throws himself to the right*

Pyrrha: *flips the puck between her feet to the left and slaps it into the now-open goal* ⛸️🏒⛸️ 🥅

*Goal Horn*

Announcer: NIKOS SCORES!!! JNPR TAKES THE CUP!!!

Pyrrha: *skating on one leg and pumping her fist in triumph* 😆

Crowd: JU-NI-PER!! JU-NI-PER!! JU-NI-PER!! 🤩

Jaune/Nora/Ren: *dogpile Pyrrha in a group hug of pads, happy tears, and hockey sticks*

Jaune: *lifts his goalie mask and slams his mouth onto Pyrrha’s* 🥰

Pyrrha: *grabs Jaune’s sweaty hair and pulls him into the kiss* 😙 ❤️💛❤️💛

Announcer: A victory kiss for the team captain and her goalie husband!

Crowd: *watching the kiss on the Jumbotron* AWWWW!!! 😍

Nora: *lifts both Jaune/Pyrrha up in the air*

Ren: *raises championship cup in front of his team*

Crowd: JU-NI-PER!! JU-NI-PER!! JU-NI-PER!! 🤩

———————————————————

Pyrrha: 🤤

Ruby: PYRRHA!!

Pyrrha: *jumps* EEP!!! 😨

Ruby: I said, what do you think we should do with the Staff of Creation? 🤨

RWBY: 😕

JNR: 😕

Oscar: 😕

Winter: 😕

Maria: 🤨

Pietro: 🤨

Penny: *glitching and twitching* 😅

Ambrosius: 🤨

Pyrrha: ☹️

Pyrrha: 😖

Pyrrha: 😫

Pyrrha: *holds out staff* I…suppose we should help Penny…! ��

Nora: I recognize that look. Team JNPR hockey team fantasy again?

Pyrrha: Our kids looked SO CUTE in their little jerseys…😭

[fountainpenguin]

I've said this before, but one of the funniest things that happened on Double Life has gotta be BigB informing Ren that he's been gone so long, their child has grown an arm in his absence and even said its first word ("Ren")... and Ren following this by proudly telling his partner that he's joined a singles support group.

BigB's response is "Oh, that's- That's awesome, dude... Y'know, I thought you were going to leave me for Martyn."

BigB thinks Ren is cheating on him, which is WHY he sneaks out to give Grian cookies and accept him as a secret admirer.

And Ren's alibi? Oh, it's less of a singles support group and more of a cult for the demon he blames for killing them both and that he's now dedicating himself to demon worship.

And BigB's response to hearing this is that they should go find Scott and get couple's therapy.

That's what's so funny, actually- They don't even go to therapy because BigB met with his secret admirer. Ren FLIPS post-therapy session when he finds out BigB met up with the mystery person, but he didn't know until after.

No. BigB wanted couple's therapy because his partner failed to be home to see their baby say his first word and the reason Ren wasn't home is because he was out worshipping the demon who killed him without telling BigB where he was. And supposedly it's a singles support group. While they're living together and raising a child.

Box Boys drama is so off the wall, for real, for real.

33 minutes into BigB's Episode 3

[wehaveimagineshere]

Request for Ren! Could I request a scenario for Astarion to react to his gender neutral crush said they would sleep on the couch while he sleeps on the bed when both of them had to share a room with one bed? Even though the bed is big enough for both of them!

I woke up at like 3 in the morning (don't worry, I went back to sleep), saw this, and spent like 20 minutes thinking about it. I think I even dreamt about it! Thank you so much for the ask, and I hope you like what I wrote!

~*~*~

While you wouldn't necessarily complain about sleeping in the wilds, with the stars above your head and the sound of creatures going about their business, you had to admit having a roof to block out the rain and a comfortable bed to cushion your back was a nice change of pace.

"We don't have enough rooms for everyone in your party, unfortunately," comes the innkeep, flipping through her books. "Hopefully you aren't against rooming up."

"It would be cheaper that way," voices Wyll with a shrug.

Karlach laughs. "I don't care if I have to sleep on the floor. Give me a nice fluffy pillow and I'll sleep like a babe."

You catch the innkeep's eye and smile. "I think that answers your question."

Setting four keys down on the counter, she motions to the stairs to her right. "Well then, breakfast will be ready in the morning if you're interested. Enjoy your night."

As you grab the keys and turn to your companions, you grin as everyone eyes each other up. Shadowheart and Lae'zel would have to have separate rooms lest you wake up to one of them dead. Maybe the druids wouldn't be against wild shaping into cats that could sleep at the ends of the bed to free up space. Astarion--

Is staring at you with mischief in his eyes.

The moment he sees your eyes lock on his, he sidles up next to you. "What was that, darling? You want to share a room with me?" He puts a hand to his heart. "I'm honored, of course I'll agree. You needn't even ask."

Fighting the smile and giving him an eyeroll, you wave the remaining keys and set them back on the counter. "Figure it out, you guys. I'm tired."

"I would be too," you hear Gale mutter, eyes darting between you two with a raised eyebrow.

Slipping an arm over your shoulders, Astarion turns you toward the stairs. "I wouldn't bother trying to add yourselves to our room. We'll be...busy."

You hear Lae'zel scoff while Wyll laughs, "We know."

Letting him lead you up the stairs and to your room, he leaves you at the door while he sets his pack down on the bed. A single bed, large enough for two, yet... Glancing about the room, you spot a small fainting couch and make your way to it.

Rifling through your pack and grabbing up your nightwear and blankets, you start undoing your clothes. "I can take the couch."

His ruffling stops, and you turn to see his shirt half off, a confused look thrown your way. "What?"

"I can take the couch," you repeat, motioning to it for good measure.

Furrowing his brow, he looks between you and the bed. "Are you blind? There's enough room for both of us, darling."

Raising an eyebrow, you study the bed. While there was enough room to stretch out comfortably, and the thought of cuddling up against Astarion all night makes your heart flutter...

"You'd be comfortable with that?"

He gives you an incredulous look, then you watch as it morphs into a confused look once again, then shifts into one of surprise. Tossing his shirt onto the bed, he approaches you slowly and doesn't stop until your chests are mere inches apart.

The emotions you see in his eyes closes your throat.

"My love," he starts softly, quietly, feathering his fingers down your arm before gently wrapping them around yours, "you always continue to surprise me." Bringing your knuckles to his lips, he places a soft kiss upon them. "I wish for nothing more than to wrap my arms around you, feel you pressed up against me, and keep you all to myself."

Feeling your cheeks burn, you squeeze his fingers and give a smile. "How long have you wanted to tell me that?"

He grins with a wink. "I'll leave that to your imagination. Now!" Pulling you forward, he tugs on your shirt. "Get dressed so we can cuddle and be mushy and gooey and make myself want to throw up."

Laughing, you pull your hand out of his and do exactly as he demands.

[thejacketscloset]

Replaying the beginning of p5 again and every time I see people sticking the whole "You're a troublemaker if you do ONE THING WRONG you're screwed and your probation is over and you're going to jail" I'm in agony. How are you gonna look at this kid and say all that shit to him? How are you gonna look at this scared kid with the sweetest eyes ever, who acts completely reserved and timid, who very clearly tries his best to uphold his manners and stay out of the way and sink into the background so misunderstandings don't happen and think "yeah I need to scare him straight."

I LITERALLY FEEL SO BAD FOR REN I FEEL SICK SOMETIMES. I CANT IMAGINE HOW FUCKIBG SCARY THE ENTIRE EXPERIENCE AT THE BEGINNING MUSTVE BEEN. He had NO support system, the guy who was housing him practically hated him, everyone assumed the worst of him no matter how kind or polite he tried to be, and considering how fast he was shipped off with only a single box of necessities I doubt he gets any support from his parents. His entire life was flipped on its head in a matter of a day because he tried to help somebody. HES UNDESERVINV OF ALL THE FUCKING SHIT HE FACES IN THAT GAME AJD IT MAKES ME UPSET I SWEAR TO GOD IM EMO ABOUT HIM

[salemoleander]

"My teeth hurt," Martyn says.

He and Scott are on the deck, enjoying the morning sun before it has the chance to get humid; Scott is busy crafting sugarcane into paper while Martyn is (ostensibly) trying to carve a bowl.

"What, like- cavities? We've only been here for a few days, and I know you're eating the same fish and dried kelp as me." Scott pauses, holding a fresh sheaf of paper. "-and if you're not, and you've been holding sweets out on me, I'll be pissed."

Martyn huffs a laugh, then grimaces when pain shoots up through his sinuses. Ambling over to the table, he half-sits, half-leans on the back of one of their deck chairs.

"Nah, same food as you. Man, I don't know what I did. TNT to the face carry over, d'you reckon?"

He grins, and Scott blanches. Well, shit.

"Alright, what's wrong with my mouth?" Martyn asks, stress rising when Scott doesn't answer. "I've still got teeth, right?"

Scott nods sharply. He wavers on an answer for a moment before sighing. "Yeah. You've just got some new ones, seems like."

‐---------------------------------------------------------------------

The hard part of suddenly having shark teeth, Martyn quickly discovers, is that they are not particularly designed for beings with lips, and certainly not ones that talk.

He tells Scott this, nursing several sore spots on his lips and tongue.

"Have you considered talking less?"

"Oh, screw you."

Scott rolls his eyes, and they go back to sorting through chests in companionable silence. Waves gently lap against the edge of their island, while bamboo canes creak and shift. After a few minutes Scott says, "In the- last time. I remember being relieved, a bit, that even though Cleo and I chose each other-"

"Exactly the conversation I wanted to have," Martyn deadpans.

"Would you shut up? Honestly." Scott smiles, but his jaw flexes as he does and Martyn resolves to shut up and let him say this, whatever it is. At least for the next ten or fifteen seconds. Probably.

"Anyways. I was a tiny bit relieved that I was paired with Pearl, because she was human. And I'd seen how it was for BigB getting canine features and Joel getting whatever the hell from Etho, and you, y'know..."

"Rotting?"

"Eugh. Yeah." Scott looks through their fence-lattice walls and out to the water. "But Pearl didn't stay human."

Martyn raises an eyebrow. (For effect. If Scott is doing a dramatic monologue towards the ocean, Martyn at least gets to make faces, whether or not Scott sees him. Them's the rules.)

"She got kind of... wolf-y? Or more accurately, the game made her wolfy. Not like Ren, not nearly that elegant a combination."

Scott's voice is bitter, an edge to it that Martyn associates with fireworks going off too-close by. "I woke up one morning and my teeth were sharp and there were too many for my mouth. And it hurt, and the worst part was knowing this wouldn't be happening if we'd just done what the game wanted."

Blinking, Martyn says, "Oh." Brilliant. Nailed the response, there.

"I just wanted to tell you. That it might- those might be my fault, because it seems like whatever runs this game doesn't like me very much. There's a reason I set up alone out here."

Martyn- ignoring the ache from his jaw and the kernel of self-interest that tells him to get while the getting is good- scoffs. "None of that, thank you! I don't care if bloody Herobrine has it out for you, we're sticking together."

Relief washes over Scott's face. Martyn adds, "If whoever runs this circus thinks unlimited knives for teeth is a punishment, they're mad."

"Clearly! You were already enough of a menace." Released from whatever tension kept him still, Scott reaches over to flip another chest lid up and starts rifling through. "It's like trying to annoy Joel by giving him too many TNT minecarts."

Martyn snorts. "Right! Once my mouth gets the memo about where everything is now I'll be doing fine- probably better than I was before! A supernatural entity trying to tell me who I can be friends with? C'mon, nothing that stupid is busting the Mean Gills up."

He almost believes it.

[russic]

A Taste of You: The Attack on Titan Edition

Warning: 18+ Below Cut - Twitter Links Included

Can I ask you a question? 

With the return of Attack on Titan, did you notice that the men hit different? Yeah, me too. Just imagine getting a taste of these guys in the bedroom:

Eren Jeager

1. Swallow; don’t spit. 

If there is one rule that Eren had to require in the bedroom, it would be no spitting. You’re only swallowing when it comes to Eren Jeager’s cum. 

When you attended Jean’s small get-together, you never imagined yourself at the mercy of Eren Jeager on Jean’s bed. What began as light flirting quickly turned dirty; so dirty that your styled hair was deeply entangled in Eren’s large fingers as he guided your willing mouth to fulfill his pleasure. 

“You’re such a good little cock sucker.” 

Eren praised you as he trapped himself in a trance looking into your big eyes. He could fall in love with your wild gaze that refused to leave his own as your throat closed around him tighter and tighter. 

Starting to witness your delicate face turning red, Eren, unfortunately, pulled your mouth away from his pulsing cock. He was mesmerized by the line of saliva that connected your tongue to the part of his body that already missed the warmth of your throat. 

Leaning down to your ear, Eren gripped your hair tighter pulling you close. When his soft lips touched the tip of your ear, you fought to beg him for more. Instead, you gasped for air missing the desperate way your body succumbed to his every need. 

“To think the throat of such an innocent woman is this good. I had to pull you off before I busted in your little mouth.” 

Eren nearly gasped when he heard a soft whimper escape your mouth saying, “please.” 

“Please?” He repeated. 

Locking your eyes together, your orbs held a pleading look as you begged the long-haired man with the little amount of air you managed to capture in your lungs.

“Please, I want to swallow your cum, ‘Ren. I need to taste you.” 

Knowing he had finally had you hooked, Eren satisfyingly responded, “As you wish, baby.” 

Nearly two minutes flew by as you savored Eren’s cock attempting to make the toxic man blow a huge load into your mouth. As Eren proceeded to move you head back and forth on his dick; you continued to suck deeper and deeper. 

As a single tear began to escape from your eye, Eren’s legs began to twitch. Adjusting his tough grip on the back of your head, he slammed his cock to the back of your throat feeling you begin to gag. Quickly, you felt him spill a load of his thick and sticky cum into your throat. 

You swallowed. 

Once. 

Twice. 

You gasped the third time as a few drops of cum escaped your mouth. Eren watched as the drops danged from your full lips and dropped onto Jean’s dark comforter. Chuckling, Eren forcefully pulled your face up to his own.

“Swallow, don’t spit.” 

“Sorry, baby. I’ll do better next time.” 

“Oh, I know you will. Open up, baby. Show me how much you want to be my little whore. Try again.” 

2. Doggy Style 

Eren loves being deep inside of your body. The deepest position to hit your cervix is doggy style. He won’t hesitate to throw your body on its knees and make his hips connect with your plump cheeks because the position has grown to become his guilty pleasure. 

If there was one position Eren would call his favorite, it would be seeing your body flipped over waiting on your hands and knees to be fucked anywhere Eren will chose. 

Tonight, Eren knew that he wanted to feel your pussy clench around him as he drilled inside of your cunt; pushing you closer and closer to your final goal: your fifth orgasm of the night. 

As the bed shook violently beneath your sweaty bodies, Eren couldn’t help but watch as his veiny hands grabbed onto your hips as he repeatedly slammed your ass back onto his pelvis. Beneath your cries of pleasure, he could hear the clap of your skin hitting together; music to his own ears. According to the selfish titan shifter, nothing sounded better than the joining of your bodies. 

You gasped over and over again as your cunt contracted several times around his cum-covered cock giving Eren what he calls, “the greatest feeling of his life.” 

“Please, ‘Ren; harder; deeper.” You pathetically begged as if you had a choice of what the man above you would be doing to your submissive body. Each time you had sex, Eren already determined how he was going to wreck your body, but tonight he pushed over the edge; you asked to be torn apart. 

Growling, Eren’s arm reached up. He wrapped his right hand around your throat from behind. As the circulation to your throat was cut off, your eyes nearly bulged out of your head. When you began desperately gasping for air, Eren pounded into your cunt the deepest he has ever been inside of your pussy. 

“You asked for this, you little slut. You asked to have this pussy fucked; didn’t you?” Eren demanded an answer. However, no words escaped your drooling mouth; nothing could. The pleasure Eren forced your body to withstand overdrew every thought in your head. You could hear nothing; only feel the throbbing of his cock against your gushing walls. 

Suddenly Eren stopped his vicious assault on your cunt. Trying to find the words to plead him to continue, you looked back as he gripped onto your neck harder. 

“Answer me.” 

Gulping, you managed to speak a quiet, “Yes, baby.” 

Armin Arlert 

1. Eye Contact

Armin Arlert is known to be the sweetest man on the face of the globe. Time after time Armin praises your features declaring you, “the most beautiful woman on Earth.” One of your greatest features is your eyes. Thats why when Armin hovers over your body giving you the ultimate amount of pleasure, he enjoys seeing how he’s breaking and pushing against your walls. 

Hovering above your shaking figure, Armin cannot help but study your body as he thrust in and out of your hungry pussy. The way your breast bounce each time his cock reaches your cervix and the way legs shake from overstimulation always drives him wild. 

Stopping his thrust, your eyes open wide. Lightly, you pout as you miss the feeling of Armin’s cock pushing its way inside of your cunt. Noticing your disappointed reaction, Armin chooses to take a moment to lift his hand to your face. Slowly, his thumb traces the outline of your plump lips as his stare doesn’t drift away from your eyes. Leaning down to your ear delicately touching his soft lips to your lobe, Armin smiles and whispers, “You’re such a pretty angel, but even angels are sinners.” 

Pulling out, Armin harshly trusts back inside of your pussy causing your head to throw back from the sheer pleasure you adored too much. Stopping again, you lifted your head to make eye-contact with the teasing blonde yet again. 

“Please, don’t stop.” You begged, acknowledging you were too close to an intense orgasm to endure Armin’s cruel teasing episodes. 

The blonde chuckled before muttering, “Then don’t let your eyes leave mine.” 

2. Lingerie 

To Armin, there is nothing more beautiful than your body adorned in the finest lace and silk that only his eyes are permitted to see. As soon as Armin sees you wrapped in some gorgeous lingerie, he can’t help but fuck you in it. 

Seeing your lovely figure wrapped in an adorable pink and black lingerie set was one image Armin could never forget. The way the colored lace adorned on your delicate skin until it ended was nothing short of the phrase “remarkable.” 

Leaning down to your plump lips, he loved the way your soft skin felt against his own. He adored the feeling of his member pressed against your wet thong teasing you. Lovingly, Armin’s slender fingers danced across your skin praising each cell he touched. Armin wanted to make you aware of your beauty, thus, he whispered something he considered vital; a key phrase you wanted to keep hearing every day of your life:

“You’re the most beautiful woman on Earth,” the mesmerized blonde spoke.

 Looking into his deep blue eyes, Armin smashed your lips together and trailed his hand slowly down past your bellybutton.

Moaning against his soft lips, you gasped at the way Armin’s fingers lightly danced across your cunt perfectly. Just from your intimate sessions, you knew Armin was meant to be near you, inside of you, and beside you, forever. 

Looking down, Armin tore his eyes away from yours to memorize your body’s twists and curves as the small sheer fabric still adorned your body. And though he craved to see the skin lying underneath, he remained perfectly content by staring at your body because he knew you were the most gorgeous woman in the world. 

“Armin, baby.” You called softly. Your fiancé looked up at you and smiled. 

“Yes, baby.” 

“Wreck me; fuck me full of you.” 

Your naughty command had Armin grinning ear-to-ear. Taking a handful of your pink panties and hovering your awaiting lips above his own, Armin answered, “You got it, baby.” 

Immediately, you felt the fabric tear in two pieces. Staring down at your pelvis, you saw your underwear was shredded. Armin softly pulled away the undergarment from your body as he adjusts his position above you. 

“Ready, baby?” 

Jean Kirstein

1. Eating Pussy 

Jean is such a selfless man; he’s always thinking of your needs first. Thus, whenever you’re ready to be taken to the bedroom, Jean’s first immediate thought is imaging himself burying his tongue deep within your pussy as you moan his name out of pure pleasure. 

From your lips escaped a soft moan that caused Jean to look up from his position. Maintaining intense eye contact with you at the bottom of the bed, Jean cockily smirked into your wet cunt. The brown-haired sex addict managed to separate his cum-coated lips from your cunt to tease you. 

“Such a pretty pussy baby. God, I’ve been craving a taste.” Jean muttered watching your face twist in pleasure as he slowly slides his fingers up and down your cunt spreading your pussy lips to see the inside of what he adores calling, “his.” 

Spreading your legs as far as you could, you harshly knit your fingers into his brown hair. Teasingly, he slides his hands under your ass and begins to caress the inside of your thigh with his tongue. Slowly, for what felt like an entire year, he kissed his way towards your core until you could feel his warn breath on your pussy again. 

“Please, baby.” You breathlessly begged for him to continue. 

“Say it again, baby. Beg, you sound so fucking good when you cry like a baby.” Jean teased. 

“Please, eat my pussy, Jean. Please.” You begged relentlessly. 

Smiling like a kid of Christmas morning, Jean leaned down and allowed his tongue to caress your pussy, your clit, and your outer lips drawing from the wetness that desperately continued to leak out of you. 

At his stimulation, you felt as if you had no power. Jean’s tongue was too talented for its own good. You were controlled by it’s sheer movement. 

Up and down; round and round, slow and fast, as he french-kissed the place you needed him the most. He went faster, increasing his passion and even adding a finger pumping it in and out of your desperate body. He went faster and harder adding to the suspension until your cunt couldn’t control itself any longer. Clamping down on his long fingers, your legs began to shake from his tongue caressing your puffy clit. 

Immediately feeling your release, Jean pulled away from your cunt smiling with your juices dripping down his chin. 

“You taste so good, baby girl; time for the main event.” 

2. Ride ‘um Cowgirl 

Jean loves seeing your sex-craved eyes as you’re bouncing up and down on his dick desperately chasing your release. Just attempting to switch his gaze between your determined eyes, bouncing tits, and wet cunt swallowing his dick provides him with the greatest pleasure. 

Your hips moved in perfect circles causing your boyfriend’s cock to sink in and out of your pussy as he stared intensely at your body, mesmerized. You were talented, that's for sure, and if Jean loved anything more than your heart, it was the way you could ride his cock. Thus, beneath your bouncing body became Jean’s favorite place to be. 

“So fucking beautiful, princess.” Jean lightly muttered watching was his pulsing cock bury deep inside of you. Moaning, you threw your head back shooting a large smile to the stars as you sat yourself on his pelvis. 

Looking through your messy hair, you looked into Jean’s big brown eyes and hovered closer to his mouth. Leaning into his ear, you whispered,

“You’ve come to adore this image; don’t you, baby?” 

Jean’s eyes traced over your flawless body. Loving his line of vision, Jean bit his lip and gently caressed the skin residing over your waist and hips. He knew you were right. He loved his awaiting body underneath you more than he loved anything in the world. You gaining pleasure off of something he had to offer only you; there was nowhere else he’d rather be. 

Seeing Jean nod, you smirked. You adored the control Jean allowed you to have over his lean body. Resting your hands on his abs, you pushed your body up so Jean’s hard cock nearly slipped out of your cunt. Biting your lip, you smiled as you intensely pounded down on your boyfriend yet again. Grunting, Jean knew he was in paradise. 

Loving his reaction, you increased your pace faster and faster until the slightly submissive brown-haired man was nearly shaking from sheer pleasure. Watching his defined legs move uncontrollably, you chuckled. 

Grabbing a handful of his hair, you forced Jean to look into your eyes impatiently demanding, “cum inside of me, handsome.” 

Reiner Braun

1. Stomach Bulges 

It is no secret that Reiner Braun has a size kink. Literally, everyone knows about it. Could you blame the man though? Reiner’s huge and he enjoys seeing his well-defined body make prints and indentations where they do not belong. 

“Fuck, babygirl.” Reiner couldn’t help but loudly moan as he couldn’t manage to separate his drenched cock from the feel of your pussy walls tightly gripping him. He concentrated on nothing but the way your cunt perfectly engulfed every crevasse of your cunt, including your cervix. 

“Y-Yes, Reiner. Just like that, baby.” You barely managed to breath out as you entangled your nimble fingers with his worn hands. Reiner grunted only fucking your cunt harder as your body began to wither beneath his own. 

Realizing your body was too close to bursting; Reiner’s pace softened. He leaned down to your ear. Smiling against your lobe, Reiner’s voice raised goosebumps across your skin as he proceeded to ask,

“Where do you feel me, baby?” Reiner asked as if he was an innocent angel. 

Acknowledging that you couldn’t utter a phrase through the moans escaping your mouth, you managed to trust one of your shaking arms. Harshly, you brought your entangled hands to your stomach and placed his palm over your belly. 

Paying attention to your staggered movements, Reiner’s heart nearly stopped when he could feel his cock forming stomach bulges inside of your body. 

“Do you love that baby?” Nodding, you tossed your head back onto Reiner’s shoulder and proceeded to beg your bulky boyfriend for more. 

“Yes, please. Please fuck me, Reiner.” 

“Anything for my angel.” 

2. Titty Bouncing  

Reiner loves a plump ass, but he’s ultimately a boob guy. He adores a nice pair of breasts and is not scared to admit his adoration towards your own. Thus, when Reiner has any opportunity, he won’t hesitate to place your awaiting body in a missionary position and watch your tits bounce to the rhythm of his trusts. 

Staring down at your body excreting sheer pleasure, Reiner never felt more satisfied with himself. He was the reason why your mouth hung open as satisfied moaning-noises poured itself from your red lips. Your legs shook intensely as you approached your release, and your hands gripped the bedsheets. However, the best part (in Reiner’s opinion) were your plump breasts bouncing back and forth matching the rhythm of your lover’s heavy thrusts. 

Reaching towards your chest with his right hand, Reiner’s palm fit perfectly around your breast. He held your chest roughly squeezing it between his fingers as it continued to bounce. Reiner’s grip caused you to gasp and open your eyes to look into your lover’s blue orbs. 

Staring at your chest, Reiner spoke, “Who’s are these, baby?” He asked as if he didn’t know your answer. 

“Y-yours,” you muttered through the series of moans that forced their way out of your lips. “All yours.” 

“Who’s?” The blonde asked again gripping your other breast. Reiner moved his hands in circles twisting and turning your tits as he rubbed his thumbs over your nipples proceeding to pump his cock in and out of your cunt. 

“REINER BRAUN’S” You yelled. Immediately, you could see the short-haired blonde’s satisfied grin growing. A light chuckle sounded throughout the dimly-lit bedroom as he slowed his assault on your cunt. You pouted from disappointment as Reiner’s thrusts slowed down. 

Reiner suddenly released your tits from his grasp only to lean down. Looking into your eyes, Reiner’s mouth wrapped around your nipple licking the sensitive bud. Your back arched from pleasure as you indirectly begged Reiner to thrust inside your cunt again. 

Separating his mouth from your breast, Reiner locked eyes as a devious smile spread across his face. Pulling complete out of your pussy, Reiner rammed his cock inside of your body hitting your cervix. 

“REINER!” You screamed. 

Satisfied with your loud and desperate tone, Reiner muttered, “say it again, princess.” 

Levi Ackermann

1. Duct Tape 

Having your whimpering body at his mercy is amazing, but having complete control over your “loud-ass mouth” is even better; Well, according to the captain himself. 

You can clearly remember staring into Levi’s eyes as he applied the shiny black duct tape over your lips after bounding your hands together. He stared at you with a sense of lust and admiration lying within his dark eyes. 

Typically, you weren’t the couple to get too crazy considering you both were busy everyday of your lives, but after sneaking a peak at Levi’s search history and discovering his wish to bound you, you couldn’t help but purchase a roll of duct tape and beg humanity’s strongest soldier to, “tie me up and fuck me like the whore I am.” 

Who was Levi to deny your request?

Just ten minutes later, your wet cunt squeezed Levi’s hard member as he drilled himself into of your pussy at a fast pace. Though he couldn’t hear your sweet cries of pleasure, he was turned on by the way your encouragement spoke through your pussy. It begged to be fucked by sucking him in and out of your sopping gushy walls. 

“Thats it, baby; you’re doing so good.” 

Your muffled moans could be heard as he pounded into your cervix. You 

could only throw your ass towards his hips waiting for his order to release your pent-up orgasm. Only then could he fill you to the brim and stay inside of your cunt to enjoy the warmth you will provide him. 

“You’re such a good fucking girl when that filthy mouth of yours can’t speak a fucking word. What? Is this cock too much for you?” You shook your head hoping Levi wouldn’t stop only to lay your head on the bed. You didn’t have the strength inside of your body to hold your head up anymore. 

Levi chuckled at your submissiveness as you pressed back against his hips again. 

Raising his right hand, Levi laid a loud smack on your ass creating a red handprint. Your eyes widened. You thought your cunt couldn’t get any wetter, but you were nearly cumming because your Levi decided to smack your ass. 

“Oh no, you’re not cumming, yet.” 

2E. 2H. Threesomes with Erwin or Hange  

Everyone believes Levi Ackermann is a greedy man, but I beg to differ. This man wouldn’t mind sharing your gorgeous body with his two closest friends that he knows have yearned to hear your pleasureful moans for years. Other people, yeah no. 

“Stare at him.” Your vicious husband ordered. 

Looking up through your innocent eyes, you stared at your commander meeting his baby blue pools. Slowly, the blonde trailed his tough hand through your hair and smiled down at you. 

“Grab it, (y/n).” The commander ordered. Looking ahead of you, you stared at the massive cock dangling in front of your face just begging to be touched. Reaching out, you wrapped your nimble fingers around the large member only to hear your husband behind you chuckling. 

To your surprise, you gasped as your husband rammed himself into your cunt in one fluid motion like pounding inside of your begging pussy was second nature. You continued to breathe hard as Levi began rocking harder and harder into you causing your hair to bounce and your face to repeatedly hit Erwin’s cock that still lied right in front of you. 

“Fuck,” you muttered looking back to see your husband’s eyes watching you as you pumped the commander while be plowed from behind. 

“Thats it, baby.” Levi muttered loving the view in front of him. Nothing looked better than you silently begging him. Seeing you look to his eyes, pleading him to rip you apart while the commander watches. Levi knew Erwin always loved you deep down, and showing him who owned your cunt was his plan. This was how Levi perfectly executed it; sharing you, but really only claiming you. 

Russic’s Masterlist

[chris-slut]

GIRLS NEED LOVE

pairing; jealous!matt x heartbroken!reader.

summary; matt has always been jealous of reneé and her boyfriend. he has always wanted her to himself since he first met you. when she had came to him crying, telling him that they broke up, he had to act as sad as he could even tho he really isn’t. he tries to comfort reneé but she needs more. she needs everything she can get.

! 3rd person p.o.v !

!warnings!; SMUT, pet names (baby, good girl, sweetheart), oral (fem!receiving), p in v (protected!), little angst, slightest aftercare. nickname; ren, slight praising??

authors note; this one’s dedicated to my wife reneé, hope you enjoy it baby ☺️☺️!!

blue = matt

pink = reneé

CURRENTLY, RENEÉ IS sat next to matt as his arm is rested around her shoulder. “it’s okay ren, don’t worry. he wasn’t good for you anyway,” matt whispers to the girl as his cheek is pressed against hers. their cuddled as close as they could possibly be. they had always been like this with each other for ages. little did they know, the pair wanted it to get more intimate.

“matt i just don’t get it, what did i do wrong?” reneé mutters as she wipes the dried mascara tears off her face with matt’s hoodie sleeve which she had on. a frown plasters across matt’s face as he looks at the girl in disappointment. he had always been warning her that he was no good, but she would never listen. “i mean.. do you need some kind of distraction?” matt asks and reneé whips her head quickly, noses practically touching.

“what do you mean..” reneé asks the boy as he lets out a husk chuckle. “come on ren, you know what i mean. the tension between us is fucking killing me and now is the time i can finally show you what i’ve been thinking about. please tell me you’ve felt this to baby, please,” matt’s eyes beat into hers, she’s biting her lip trying to hold back the smile that’s trying to take over her face. “of course i’ve thought about that matt, it’s all i’ve ever wanted,” she mutters as matt smirks at the girl. “it’s always been you.”

that was all matt needed to hear as he pulled her over closer to him by her waist and flipped her over, now crawling on top of her. “always wanted to see you under me baby, always,” he tells the girl as he places a wet kiss against her neck, biting down on the area then licking it to soothe the pain. a whimper falls past her lips as she runs her hands through his brown curls. “fuck— don’t talk like that matt,” reneé tells matt as he smirks to himself, placing more and more kisses against her jawline. “why? do i make you nervous baby?” reneé bites her lip and smiles as she nods slightly.

“take it off,” matt tells the girl as he messes with the hem of her—his— hoodie. wasting no time, she rips it right off as she’s now under matt in her tank top and short pajama pants. his cock twitches at just the sight of her. and of course she wants to be a tease and wear no bra under her white tank top. “only fair if you take off your shirt too you know,” reneé tells matt as he quickly rips his shirt off with one hand.

matt practically rips her tank top right off and wastes no time placing one of her nipples in his mouth, swirling his tongue around the sensitive bud. “mm, feels so good,” reneé whimpers out slightly as matt just smirks to himself. after some time, he moves to the other one, trying to give them both the same amount of attention.

his hands move to the hem of her pajama pants, grabbing ahold of both the pajama’s and underwear at the same time. “can i?” matt asks as reneé just nods at the boy, he shakes his head and lets out a low laugh, “words,” matt practically demands. “yes matt.. please!” she tells the boy as he takes them both off in one swift motion. his head moves right between her thighs as he places soft but wet kisses against the inner part of her thighs, inching closer to her clit. whimpers fall past the girls lip’s as she tries to suppress her moans by biting down on her bottom lip.

“cmon, be a good girl and let your noises out,” matt tells her as she nods, letting a moan finally pass past her lips. this is matt’s approval to finally move his lips from her thighs to her clit. a loud moan comes from her mouth as he does so, her hands immediately running to his hair as she slightly pulls on it. matt’s tongue licks up her whole vagina as she squirms under him in surprise.

he kisses her clit as begins to put his tongue into her. “matt— matt!” she moans as his tongue digs deeper into her. he sucks on her and goes back to flicking his tongue up and down a few times before pulling away— earning a sad whimper from reneé.

“i know sweetheart, i know, but i can’t let you finish on just that,” he murmurs as he places his lips against hers softly and grabs a condom from his drawer. “blue or yellow?” matt asks as she points at the blue one, “good choice baby,” matt tells her as he rips it out the packaging. just seeing matt do things like this sends reneé right over the edge. she can’t wait any longer as she rips his sweatpants down for him as she notices the bulge in his underwear.

“you can wait 10 seconds baby,” matt tells her— “i kind of can’t matt, i’ve been wanting this for who knows how long.” his eyebrows raise as he laughs at the girls sudden boldness. he slides his underwear to his thighs as his cock springs out, hitting near his belly button. all of these years knowing matt, ren never known he had been this big. it had shocked her for sure. “is that gonna fit matt?” the girl asks as matt nods, “trust me, it will. and if it doesn’t it’ll have to find a way cause this won’t be the last time this happens baby.”

he slides the condom over his cock and lines himself up against reneé’s core, groans coming from both of their mouths. he pushes himself into her core farther as he thrusts out of her. “oh fuck matt— so good,” reneé tells the boy as he pushes in and out of her faster and faster. “such a good girl, fuck— making me feel so good baby,” matt praises he thrusts into her harder. a loud moan comes from ren’s mouth which makes matt smirk— letting him know he’s doing a good job.

his hands hold onto her hips as he watches her eyes roll to the back of her head. all of the fantasies about reneé he had been having are all coming through within even thrust. she quickly starts to feel herself tighten up around matt, letting him know that he’s close. he thrusts harder into her knowing this.

“so close, so close!” she calls out to the boy. it’s been such a short amount of time but it’s all she’s been thinking off, so cumming won’t be hard for her. “me to baby, so close, cum with me alright?” matt tells her as his thrusts get sloppier and sloppier by the second. a loud groan escapes past matt’s lips as his load shoots into the condom.

matt slowly pulls out as he takes the condom off and ties it, throwing it into the trash bin that’s next to his bed. “i’ll clean you up, stay there baby,” matt tells her girl as she nods, not being able to speak. he comes back in a short amount of time with a wet paper towel, wiping her legs off. “you did so good, you know that right?” matt asks as she gives him a tired smile.

being the tired pair they are, matt grabs her and lays her down on his chest. whatever has happened tonight will be pushed off and talked about in the morning.