tiredmamaissy

[tiredmamaissy]

🙈 thank you for the reblog bbygirl!!

Eren Jaeger Knotting You

Clearly my first instinct when I have a hyper fixation is to create absolute filth from the darkest and most primal part of my brain. So, I want to formally apologize to those who are about to witness this grotesque creation (and Eren Yaeger himself, ofc) because all I can think about is Eren knotting me whilst I’m heavily pregnant for him. So, sorry in advance (but not really). But, where there can be a knot, I shall take it.

MDNI! Heavy pregnancy kink; breeding kink; knotting; creampie

Being in your final month of pregnancy has you feeling many things. Your hormones are out of whack, hot flashes, ache and pains, but there was nothing more bothersome than how horny you could get. It became like an ache that couldn’t be soothed, or an itch than couldn’t be satiated.

Lately, it’s been outright shameful, and it’s been even harder to keep it to yourself. Not that Eren would mind, but how could you confess…this? The thoughts that intrude late at night, keeping you from sleep. The thoughts that made you feel filthy and ashamed, yet so fucking aroused and on edge.

You stare at yourself in the mirror, lying in bed. Eren’s tucked behind you, his fingertips mindlessly skating across the taut skin of your lower abdomen as he drifts off to sleep. You’re half way there—your eyes are heavy and burn, but your clit just won’t stop pulsing.

What the fuck is happening to you?

No matter how you shift, the nub only grows harder in your dampened panties. You let out a heavy sigh and try to distract yourself to take your mind off of it, so you look back at Eren’s hand. It’s finally stopped, still and relaxed against your rounded belly. Your stomach has ballooned this past week and your thin shirt is barely covering it. No wonder he hasn’t touched you much recently.

“You’re huge.” You whisper to your reflection.

Eren shuffles behind you, startling you a little. You swore he had drifted off to sleep.

“You’re not huge. You’re pregnant.” His voice is gravelly, yet soft and reassuring. He props himself up on his hand, elbow sinking into the pillow as he meets your gaze in the mirror. “Besides, I think you look beautiful like this.”

You feel blood rush to your cheeks, heating them up as you shyly break eye contact. He’s just saying that, right? It’s what he’s supposed to say.

“I don’t know how you find me beautiful when I look like a whale.”

Eren chuckles, his hot breath pricking the back of your neck. He could see how your belly has grown—he’s not blind—and quite honestly, it was almost to the point of being comically large, but he can’t help but find you just as beautiful as ever. He caresses your belly once more, his thumb playing with your navel.

“Because you’re not a whale, you’re my wife.” He smirks a little as he teases you, planting a tender kiss on your shoulder, causing your strap to fall, “and you’re carrying my child.”

Your clit throbs at the possessive edge in his voice, and your thighs squeeze together on their own. His eyes dart down, just for a second before trailing back up to your stomach.

“Really?” You ask quietly.

He nods, eyes still locked onto your belly.

“Really.” He husks low, pressing his lips on that sensitive area right on the back of your ear. “Seeing you like this makes me want to keep you pregnant 24/7”.

You know he’s half joking, you can hear it underneath the huskiness of his voice—he’s teasing you.

“I wouldn’t mind that.” The words just slip out.

You watch as his gaze snaps up from your stomach to meet yours in the mirror. His eyes grow wide, as if he’s a little taken aback by your quick response. The certainty in your words. Then his gaze softens and a shit eating grin plasters to his face.

Oh, you’re in for it now.

“Yeah?” His tone is almost playful as he shifts closer behind you, his hand doing an exaggerated 360 around your bump. “You wouldn’t mind me keeping you full and round all the time?”

How could you not when he’s pressing so firmly against you, saying these words? You feel your back bow, and you witness your stomach subtly protrude even more. God, first your mouth, and now, even your body’s betraying you, acting on its own accord—backing up into him like you have no self-respect.

He’s watching you intently in the mirror, his grin dissipating by the second into a little smirk, his eyes glossing over with…something else. You swear you hear a low rumble vibrate his chest. He’s waiting, but for what? A response? Right, your brain is all foggy, you didn’t even realize that you haven’t replied.

“Mhm.” You hum, trying your damn hardest to keep it at just that. But the urge to come out and play is just too much. “I’d bear as many of your seed as you want.” Your voice is barely a whisper, but you know he’s heard you.

Eren instantly tenses behind you, and just as quickly, the shame washes over you. How could you say such a thing? You’ve never said the word ‘seed’ to him outside of the garden in the backyard.

You look away, avoiding his gaze as your already hot cheeks blaze. You peek up through your lashes to catch the sight of his smirk fading and his eyes darkening—filling with tempt. He looks like he’s contemplating something. Like, he’s seriously considering to breed you repeatedly, until his own selfish desires are satisfied. The idea makes your heart pound.

Unbeknownst to you, his mind is filling with thoughts of you taking his load, heavy and swollen with his seed, time and time again. He lets out a low, ragged groan, his hand slipping down to your thigh. His predatory gaze peering up at you through his brows, his lips pressed against the shell of your ear.

“You think you could handle that?”

You swear you feel a gush in your panties, and fuck, they’re already soaked as it is. They’re surely ruined now. Your thighs squeeze together, your clit pulsating feverishly with need. His eyes dart down once more, but this time they stay. They linger, admiring the thickness of your thighs and how they squish when you press them together. It only makes him want to force them apart for him.

You feel his fingers burrowing into the space between your thighs, and the instinct to spread your legs for him rides you. You can only muster up a shy little nod as you fight for control over your body. But when he peers back up at you, his eyes demand that you answer.

That you confess.

“I’d…want us to try every time.” Your whispering, watching him grip the fleshiness of your thigh, feeling his teeth graze against your ear lobe. You’re really confessing your dirtiest thoughts to him, right here c right now, and the feeling is…thrilling. “I’d want you to stay inside me as long as you can, s-so nothing leaks out. So…so we’re sure it sticks.”

He releases his breath through a depraved groan. His body fills with raw desire as he listens to you shamelessly, yet so innocently, speak about how you’d want to get pregnant again. It’s driving him wild, just the mere thought of him pumping you full another time. His hand bullies its way between your thighs, forcing your legs to spread for him, exposing your soaked panties and releasing the scent of your arousal into the air. He inhales deeply—longingly—shifting behind you so his face is nuzzled into the space between your neck and shoulder.

“Fuck,” he moans into your supple skin, peppering it with kisses, “you want me to use you to make my babies?”

“Haa—yes.” you huff, opening up your neck for his kisses to trail up your jaw. “Want you to keep me bred…want to take your seed everyday, Eren.”

Your words ignite something primal within him and suddenly he’s overwhelmed with need, and urges he’s never felt this intensely before. Like the urge to mount you, pin you down and take you from behind—right here and now. He reigns himself in, gritting his teeth in an attempt to remind himself that the deed has already been done—you’re heavy and full with his seed right now. And because of that, he needs to be gentle with you.

“Careful.” He growls a genuine warning, his self restraint, as thin as it already was, is ebbing away by the second. “Or I might just mount you right now.”

M-Mount?

Your chest heats, and your pussy weeps. You can even feel your slick slowly dribble down your thigh. Holy fuck. What’s happening to you? Everything is so hot, you’re flustered and your head feels like it’s full of cotton. You gasp for air, feeling like you can barely breathe—but the air is so thick. Thick with need and sex and arousal.

He tugs your leg back, opening you up so he can press his clothed bulge against your swollen mound. The friction is heavenly. You can’t bite back the moan in time, and it slips past your lips. “Eren.”

“Hm, baby?” His hips buck, rubbing himself against you. He’s so hard down there, so big.

“Please.” You whimper, completely giving into whatever instincts have been riding you tonight. You’re more than ripe and ready to be—mounted—all swollen and achy, soaked and throbbing. Your back arches reflexively, positioning yourself in a way that makes you easier to access.

“Please, what?” Eren growls, watching your body squirm underneath him, reacting, arching, shifting—trying to present your pussy to him.

It’s enough to make him burst.

“Please.” You mewl needily, feeling your last shred of dignity leave your trembling body. “Please mount me.”

His body moves with yours in synchrony, hunching over you, his teeth nipping your neck as he shuffles to his knees behind you. His hand supports your belly as you sink to your chest, and the other tugs down your panties in a hurry. You settle on your knees, pressing your face into the pillow to watch as a string of slick connecting your panties to your pussy stretches and breaks. You’re more than soaked. You look at your face, surprised to see how flushed you are. You’re a bright pink, and your glazed with a thin layer of sweat.

‘I look like an animal in heat.’

You blush at your embarrassing thought, turning an even brighter pink when you realize you’ve actually said it out loud. You see Eren yank down his boxers in the mirror, his face flush against yours, cheek to cheek. His cock springs up, smacking your clit and making your body jolt.

“Oh, darling.” Eren draws out the words, voice rough and thick as honey. “Are you in heat? Is that it?” He half groans, half chuckles. He’s never seen you like this before, but he’s enjoying every single second of this. “You need me inside you? Hm? Stretch you out and fill you up?” He mutters against your cheek, stuttering his hips to position his cockhead at the opening of your cunt, hands free. He’s gripping you tight, holding you in place just like he holds himself back, willing himself to be patient enough to hear the words.

“Need me to fuck you like an animal?”

Oh, fuck.

“F-Fuck. Y-Yes, Eren. Hurry and fuck me, please.” You beg shamelessly, squirming to hide your face from him. But he has you locked into place, trying to catch his cock just right on your weeping slit. You back up on him, spreading wider, sinking lower, every and anything to open yourself up more and shove him inside.

And when he feels your soft opening, he breaches it with an urgency, splitting you open with his thick cock, sinking himself inside you to the hilt. His swollen balls press firm against your clit, and he holds himself there, allowing you to adjust to him, huffing and puffing next your face.

“Holy fuck.” Eren pants, nearly cumming inside you right there. “Look at that.”

You both watch yourselves in the mirror, seeing how connected you are, the position you’re in, how he’s hunched over you and you’re curved so beautifully underneath him. He’s taken you, claimed you as his, filling you up with nothing but him. And you’re doing nothing but submitting to him, taking it with a sweet, embarrassed expression on your face.

Your lewd moan is delayed, and your face screws with pleasure—mouth hung open with pinched brows. Complete, blissful, unadulterated pleasure. He’s soothing the ache, just by being deep inside of your pussy, holding himself firm and letting you feel every inch, every vein of his cock. Your eyes water and that seems to send him over the edge, because he can’t seem to help what he does next.

He draws himself out of you, leaving just the tip of his fat cock inside you, and slams himself back inside. You whimper, a tear rolling down your cheek as you try to steady your knees, pushing your ass in the air to take him deeper.

Eren moans your name, panting as he fights to stop himself from sinking his teeth into your nape of your neck and pummeling you into the mattress. Perhaps it’s the titan in him but the intensity of the desire is unnerving. He feels as if he’s spiraling out of control and can’t get a good grip on his reigns.

But fuck, why did he have to stop? How much more dignity did you need to throw to the side for him to fuck you senseless? Mercilessly?

You begin to rock back and forth on him, whining and whimpering, reaching down with a shaky hand to swipe at your neglected clit.

Eren grits his teeth, already feeling himself twitch and throb inside your soft, wet heat. His mind is a haze and all he can feel is your cunt sucking him in. How could he set a steady, safe pace when all he wants to do is rut into you until you lose your voice?

He doesn’t want to hurt you.

“E-Eren.” You whine, your tears fall from frustration now, “Why’d-why’d you stop? P-Please.”

“Fuck. Baby, you’re gonna make me cum.” He admits, pushing up off you to look down at your cunt swallowing his cock. What a fucking beautiful sight. “Shit. I'm sorry.” He grabs your hips, and thrusts. And thrusts. And thrusts. Smack after smack, he fucks you into the bed, driving your face further and further into the pillow.

You mumble sweet nothings, eyes rolling back into your head everytime you close them to savour the sensation of him ramming into you. You’re already so close, right on the cusp. It’s embarrassing, really.

You feel his thrusts grow erratic and desperate, he is, too, chasing his high with your pussy, using you for his own selfish needs. You’re nothing but a hole for him to fuck right now in this moment and that awakens the filthiest desire you’ve ever had. You want to tell him, so badly. To beg him for it. But then if you did—you’d truly have no dignity left.

“I-I wish you could—” you mumble, catching yourself at the last second, biting down on your bottom lip to shut yourself up.

Eren hunches over you once more, pinning you under him. He didn’t want you to hold back any of your desires.

“Wish I could, what?” He groans between laboured breaths, he’s willing to do whatever you want him to. It doesn’t matter what it is, he wants to satisfy you.

You grow shy and try to bury your face into the pillow. How could you say this? There’s no way you could tell him something like this. Never. He’d never look at you the same. Surely.

He continues to rut into you, grunting into your ear. He’s close, his balls tighten and ache to empty themselves inside you. So you need to speak up, and fast.

“Tell me. Now.” He demands.

“I wish you could…knot me.” You admit quietly, voice bouncing from his incessant thrusts. “Lock yourself in me…and fill me up.” You can’t believe you just said that, you had sworn to keep it to yourself. To your grave.

Eren’s eyes widen as he processes what you’re saying for a moment, and his whole body shivers at your words. Especially how you spoke them so innocently and shyly, when they’re anything but. He knows exactly what you’re talking about. He’s not dumb, he’s read a book or two. And with that, the sliver of composure he had left goes through the door.

“Oh god, baby.” He groans in your ear, shuffling his knees even closer to keep you right where he wants you. “You…want me to knot you?”

You feel him pick up his pace, slamming his cock into you a little harder, a little deeper. You didn’t even know it was possible but here you are, being pummeled straight through this fucking mattress.

All you can do is nod frantically, trying to present your pussy even more to him, opening up to him like a blooming flower. He’s abusing that gummy spot inside you, teetering you on the edge of the abyss of pleasure.

“Fuck, say it for me. What do you want?” He’s out of control, bucking his hips in a frenzy.

Just as you feel yourself snap, you let loose a languid moan from the back of your throat, and your thighs shake. “K-Knot me, Eren!”

He struggles to form words, his mind is cloudy, full with the images you’re putting in his head. Images of him stuffing his knot into your poor pussy, spraying his hot cum inside your cunt, plugging you up so none leaks out. He wants to give it to you so fucking badly—he can see it clear as day.

He bites down on his lip to stifle moan, and there's a spark in the air.

Giving you a final, brutal thrust, he cums with a hoarse shout. His cock throbs and twitches inside you, as he balances on the balls of his feet to put his weight on you—staying stock still and ensuring you take every inch—every drop of his seed.

He feels your pussy pulsate on his cock and you writhe underneath him. He hears a faint yelp but the sensation of your pussy milking his cock is all too consuming for him to care.

As you come down from your high, you feel your pussy stretching to accommodate him. It fucking burns but it’s…delicious. It’s exactly what you want to feel. Stretched thin, full and stuffed to the brim. Then you feel his hot load flood your cunt and your legs instinctively snap closed so it doesn’t leak out and make a mess on the bed. But when you move you feel a sharp tug, and you yelp out.

To your surprise, you can’t feel a single drop dribble down your legs, and he’s getting so big that you’re not sure if you can take much more of it. You whimper and squeal, your toes curl and your pussy aches. As if he were actually— Is he actually—? He can’t be. It’s not possible.

“Eren?” You can barely find your voice. All you hear are his ragged, loud breaths and the occasional grunt. You try to move but his grip tightens and keeps you in place.

“Wait. Wait.” He grimaces, looking down at where you’re connected with dazed eyes. “Stay—haaa—don’t move.”

“What? What’s…happening? Did you really…?” You were more than satiated, your brain feels like mush in your skull and your arms and legs feel like jelly. You let your body go limp, and that’s when you feel it full force—

You’re stuck to him.

“Shit, baby. Careful.” He hisses, moving forward with you, supporting your belly as he gently positions you both on your sides. “I…I did.”

“What? H-How?”

You’re dumbfounded, looking in the mirror with him behind you, your shirt scrunched up over your belly and your dark nipples peeking over the laced hem. Your eyes trail down, catching the sight of your panty hanging off your left ankle…the sight between your legs. He’s still inside, like, deep inside.

He’s talking, but it’s like background noise. He’s saying something about using the beast titan, biting his lip—something of the sort. You watch in a daze as he rests his hand back on your stomach, in the same place it was earlier tonight, drawing circles around your belly button.

You drag your gaze up to your face, and there’s an expression on there that you’ve never seen before. You look…fucked out. Completely and utterly destroyed. Satiated. Eren peppers kisses against your neck, still trying to catch his own breath.

“You okay, mama? I didn’t hurt you, did I?”

“Mmm, ‘m okay.” You let out a satisfied sigh, smiling lightly, feeling your eyes grow heavy. “Doesn’t hurt…feels good.”

“Good, good.” He whispers, relieved. It occurred to him way too late that this may hurt you, given your condition. He tugs at the sheet, covering the two of you. “Not much longer, baby. Can you manage that?”

Truthfully, he had no idea how long this would last, but he was sure of one thing, and that was that you were locked together. With no strength to respond, you nod your head and close your eyes—drifting away. He chuckles, and kisses you goodnight.

“Sleep well, my love.”

[tiredmamaissy]

teyam have I told you recently how handsome you are 🥺

“Oh, darling. Don’t make me shy now. You know what happens to me when you speak like that, my beautiful mate.”

[tiredmamaissy]

Was actually counting down the hours until the last chapter segment was posted😍😍 And I do have to say, I was 110% squeamish and feeling sick throughout the whole chapter(because birth and pregnancy absolutely terrifies me)((AND it’s also because you’re such an amazing writer that you can write scenes like that whole piece in such great detail it genuinely feels real))BUT I made the choice to read on, cause you can’t skip Ra’lak meeting his son for the very first time 🥹🥹 and also I’m sure you were very proud of the tie up of the birth and of us(the readers) bringing sweet little baby boy into the world, so I wanted to push through so I could write an as much in-detail response as I normally do💗💗💗

Bby how am I just seeing this ?? I’m going through my inbox and I’m seeing so many messages that I didn’t before!! I’m sorry 😭 also the fact you pushed through the chapter to see him meet his first born!! Eee. Thank you so much ❤️

[tiredmamaissy]

Just woke up from the most amazing, mouth-watering, mind-melting Ra’lak dream🤤🤤Someone knock me tf out, I just wanna go home to my mans🙏🏽😩😩

👀👀👀👀👀 do tell !

[tiredmamaissy]

first time w neteyam and he cums after a couple thrusts bc he can’t hold it in 🤷‍♀️🤷‍♀️ he’s never felt that good beforeee

he’d be embarrassed as hell after tho

Oh for sureeee. 👀🔞

He’s shy from the beginning, fumbling and getting all flustered with you that by the time it actually happens he’s so fucking wound up that he can’t help but cum after the second thrust. Shit, he didn’t even have the strength in him to pull out of you. He unloaded his balls inside of you with a gruff shout and stayed inside until he went soft. It’s only when he caught a glimpse of his cum leaking out of you did the wave of embarrassment wash over him. Not to worry though, because just from seeing that sight alone was enough for him to get hard again and beg for another chance to fuck your pussy.

[tiredmamaissy]

I feel like rereading & watching solo leveling but I know that will only result in some filthy Sung Jin-woo smut 🥲 are we down for that? I dunno guys at this point I’m debating to make a new account for anime smut ??

[tiredmamaissy]

Girly, I miss you 😢… pls upload something… like an smiley face or a sad face or anything you like… I miss you

🥹🥹 I’m here now!! I’m sorry I left oh gosh

[tiredmamaissy]

Hi Issy! I'm not sure if you'd be able to read this because you might be busy but I just want to say that you, are awesome!!! And I'm a very big fan of your ralak ff😭 (Im gonna read your other ffs too soon) I wanted to tell you to always be safe and take very good care of yourself and don't tire yourself out😠😠😠, make sure you rest and always have a great and wonderful day!!! And whatever problem you have (if you have any) you will get through it! Trust, that's all, LOVE YAAA🫶🫶🫶

-s&s💋

Hi my love this means the world to me !! I’m so happy you’re enjoying Ralak. That big hunk of a man ugh 🤤 I’m ready to write for him some more (or maybe some other creations of @zestys-stuff ?? 👀👀)

[tiredmamaissy]

Heyyy Issy!! Not request but was wondering if little secret with Lo’ak and Jake is still getting a part 2? Have a wonderful day hun💜💜

Gurrllyy I reread this one yesterday and wooooo 😮‍💨 I’d be down to do a part two for sure. I need some inspo tho! Some ideas about what it could be about 🤔 we’d be Jake’s little secret but how far does it go? 👀

[tiredmamaissy]

We miss you mama issy, hope you are doing well 💙💙

Ok I’m crying 😭 cus wow guys I missed you all so much!

[tiredmamaissy]

Hello i was just wondering how you were doing. It has been a long time since you last appeared so i starting to wonder if you are still alive and well. I hope you are okay please just give us a sign that you're alive if you read this. Take care <3

You’re so sweet 👉🏼👈🏼 thank you my love I’m alive and well!!

[tiredmamaissy]

WE MISS YOU SO MUCH WE GON DIEE

EEEEE im here!!!!

[tiredmamaissy]

Are you ok friend? I hope you’re doing well, we miss you and we love you

Yes love I’m good! I miss and love yall too 🥰thanks for checking in

[tiredmamaissy]

Gurl i just want to say that i come back and reread your ralak’s series and neteyam’s series 1818282882991#%^*times 🤪😭💗

😭😭 actually blushing rn that’s so sweet and crazy and ahhhhhh ❤️

[tiredmamaissy]

omg you followed me I’m squealing literally squealing right now

You’re too cute 🥰

[tiredmamaissy]

Eren Jaeger Knotting You

Clearly my first instinct when I have a hyper fixation is to create absolute filth from the darkest and most primal part of my brain. So, I want to formally apologize to those who are about to witness this grotesque creation (and Eren Yaeger himself, ofc) because all I can think about is Eren knotting me whilst I’m heavily pregnant for him. So, sorry in advance (but not really). But, where there can be a knot, I shall take it.

MDNI! Heavy pregnancy kink; breeding kink; knotting; creampie

Being in your final month of pregnancy has you feeling many things. Your hormones are out of whack, hot flashes, ache and pains, but there was nothing more bothersome than how horny you could get. It became like an ache that couldn’t be soothed, or an itch than couldn’t be satiated.

Lately, it’s been outright shameful, and it’s been even harder to keep it to yourself. Not that Eren would mind, but how could you confess…this? The thoughts that intrude late at night, keeping you from sleep. The thoughts that made you feel filthy and ashamed, yet so fucking aroused and on edge.

You stare at yourself in the mirror, lying in bed. Eren’s tucked behind you, his fingertips mindlessly skating across the taut skin of your lower abdomen as he drifts off to sleep. You’re half way there—your eyes are heavy and burn, but your clit just won’t stop pulsing.

What the fuck is happening to you?

No matter how you shift, the nub only grows harder in your dampened panties. You let out a heavy sigh and try to distract yourself to take your mind off of it, so you look back at Eren’s hand. It’s finally stopped, still and relaxed against your rounded belly. Your stomach has ballooned this past week and your thin shirt is barely covering it. No wonder he hasn’t touched you much recently.

“You’re huge.” You whisper to your reflection.

Eren shuffles behind you, startling you a little. You swore he had drifted off to sleep.

“You’re not huge. You’re pregnant.” His voice is gravelly, yet soft and reassuring. He props himself up on his hand, elbow sinking into the pillow as he meets your gaze in the mirror. “Besides, I think you look beautiful like this.”

You feel blood rush to your cheeks, heating them up as you shyly break eye contact. He’s just saying that, right? It’s what he’s supposed to say.

“I don’t know how you find me beautiful when I look like a whale.”

Eren chuckles, his hot breath pricking the back of your neck. He could see how your belly has grown—he’s not blind—and quite honestly, it was almost to the point of being comically large, but he can’t help but find you just as beautiful as ever. He caresses your belly once more, his thumb playing with your navel.

“Because you’re not a whale, you’re my wife.” He smirks a little as he teases you, planting a tender kiss on your shoulder, causing your strap to fall, “and you’re carrying my child.”

Your clit throbs at the possessive edge in his voice, and your thighs squeeze together on their own. His eyes dart down, just for a second before trailing back up to your stomach.

“Really?” You ask quietly.

He nods, eyes still locked onto your belly.

“Really.” He husks low, pressing his lips on that sensitive area right on the back of your ear. “Seeing you like this makes me want to keep you pregnant 24/7”.

You know he’s half joking, you can hear it underneath the huskiness of his voice—he’s teasing you.

“I wouldn’t mind that.” The words just slip out.

You watch as his gaze snaps up from your stomach to meet yours in the mirror. His eyes grow wide, as if he’s a little taken aback by your quick response. The certainty in your words. Then his gaze softens and a shit eating grin plasters to his face.

Oh, you’re in for it now.

“Yeah?” His tone is almost playful as he shifts closer behind you, his hand doing an exaggerated 360 around your bump. “You wouldn’t mind me keeping you full and round all the time?”

How could you not when he’s pressing so firmly against you, saying these words? You feel your back bow, and you witness your stomach subtly protrude even more. God, first your mouth, and now, even your body’s betraying you, acting on its own accord—backing up into him like you have no self-respect.

He’s watching you intently in the mirror, his grin dissipating by the second into a little smirk, his eyes glossing over with…something else. You swear you hear a low rumble vibrate his chest. He’s waiting, but for what? A response? Right, your brain is all foggy, you didn’t even realize that you haven’t replied.

“Mhm.” You hum, trying your damn hardest to keep it at just that. But the urge to come out and play is just too much. “I’d bear as many of your seed as you want.” Your voice is barely a whisper, but you know he’s heard you.

Eren instantly tenses behind you, and just as quickly, the shame washes over you. How could you say such a thing? You’ve never said the word ‘seed’ to him outside of the garden in the backyard.

You look away, avoiding his gaze as your already hot cheeks blaze. You peek up through your lashes to catch the sight of his smirk fading and his eyes darkening—filling with tempt. He looks like he’s contemplating something. Like, he’s seriously considering to breed you repeatedly, until his own selfish desires are satisfied. The idea makes your heart pound.

Unbeknownst to you, his mind is filling with thoughts of you taking his load, heavy and swollen with his seed, time and time again. He lets out a low, ragged groan, his hand slipping down to your thigh. His predatory gaze peering up at you through his brows, his lips pressed against the shell of your ear.

“You think you could handle that?”

You swear you feel a gush in your panties, and fuck, they’re already soaked as it is. They’re surely ruined now. Your thighs squeeze together, your clit pulsating feverishly with need. His eyes dart down once more, but this time they stay. They linger, admiring the thickness of your thighs and how they squish when you press them together. It only makes him want to force them apart for him.

You feel his fingers burrowing into the space between your thighs, and the instinct to spread your legs for him rides you. You can only muster up a shy little nod as you fight for control over your body. But when he peers back up at you, his eyes demand that you answer.

That you confess.

“I’d…want us to try every time.” Your whispering, watching him grip the fleshiness of your thigh, feeling his teeth graze against your ear lobe. You’re really confessing your dirtiest thoughts to him, right here c right now, and the feeling is…thrilling. “I’d want you to stay inside me as long as you can, s-so nothing leaks out. So…so we’re sure it sticks.”

He releases his breath through a depraved groan. His body fills with raw desire as he listens to you shamelessly, yet so innocently, speak about how you’d want to get pregnant again. It’s driving him wild, just the mere thought of him pumping you full another time. His hand bullies its way between your thighs, forcing your legs to spread for him, exposing your soaked panties and releasing the scent of your arousal into the air. He inhales deeply—longingly—shifting behind you so his face is nuzzled into the space between your neck and shoulder.

“Fuck,” he moans into your supple skin, peppering it with kisses, “you want me to use you to make my babies?”

“Haa—yes.” you huff, opening up your neck for his kisses to trail up your jaw. “Want you to keep me bred…want to take your seed everyday, Eren.”

Your words ignite something primal within him and suddenly he’s overwhelmed with need, and urges he’s never felt this intensely before. Like the urge to mount you, pin you down and take you from behind—right here and now. He reigns himself in, gritting his teeth in an attempt to remind himself that the deed has already been done—you’re heavy and full with his seed right now. And because of that, he needs to be gentle with you.

“Careful.” He growls a genuine warning, his self restraint, as thin as it already was, is ebbing away by the second. “Or I might just mount you right now.”

M-Mount?

Your chest heats, and your pussy weeps. You can even feel your slick slowly dribble down your thigh. Holy fuck. What’s happening to you? Everything is so hot, you’re flustered and your head feels like it’s full of cotton. You gasp for air, feeling like you can barely breathe—but the air is so thick. Thick with need and sex and arousal.

He tugs your leg back, opening you up so he can press his clothed bulge against your swollen mound. The friction is heavenly. You can’t bite back the moan in time, and it slips past your lips. “Eren.”

“Hm, baby?” His hips buck, rubbing himself against you. He’s so hard down there, so big.

“Please.” You whimper, completely giving into whatever instincts have been riding you tonight. You’re more than ripe and ready to be—mounted—all swollen and achy, soaked and throbbing. Your back arches reflexively, positioning yourself in a way that makes you easier to access.

“Please, what?” Eren growls, watching your body squirm underneath him, reacting, arching, shifting—trying to present your pussy to him.

It’s enough to make him burst.

“Please.” You mewl needily, feeling your last shred of dignity leave your trembling body. “Please mount me.”

His body moves with yours in synchrony, hunching over you, his teeth nipping your neck as he shuffles to his knees behind you. His hand supports your belly as you sink to your chest, and the other tugs down your panties in a hurry. You settle on your knees, pressing your face into the pillow to watch as a string of slick connecting your panties to your pussy stretches and breaks. You’re more than soaked. You look at your face, surprised to see how flushed you are. You’re a bright pink, and your glazed with a thin layer of sweat.

‘I look like an animal in heat.’

You blush at your embarrassing thought, turning an even brighter pink when you realize you’ve actually said it out loud. You see Eren yank down his boxers in the mirror, his face flush against yours, cheek to cheek. His cock springs up, smacking your clit and making your body jolt.

“Oh, darling.” Eren draws out the words, voice rough and thick as honey. “Are you in heat? Is that it?” He half groans, half chuckles. He’s never seen you like this before, but he’s enjoying every single second of this. “You need me inside you? Hm? Stretch you out and fill you up?” He mutters against your cheek, stuttering his hips to position his cockhead at the opening of your cunt, hands free. He’s gripping you tight, holding you in place just like he holds himself back, willing himself to be patient enough to hear the words.

“Need me to fuck you like an animal?”

Oh, fuck.

“F-Fuck. Y-Yes, Eren. Hurry and fuck me, please.” You beg shamelessly, squirming to hide your face from him. But he has you locked into place, trying to catch his cock just right on your weeping slit. You back up on him, spreading wider, sinking lower, every and anything to open yourself up more and shove him inside.

And when he feels your soft opening, he breaches it with an urgency, splitting you open with his thick cock, sinking himself inside you to the hilt. His swollen balls press firm against your clit, and he holds himself there, allowing you to adjust to him, huffing and puffing next your face.

“Holy fuck.” Eren pants, nearly cumming inside you right there. “Look at that.”

You both watch yourselves in the mirror, seeing how connected you are, the position you’re in, how he’s hunched over you and you’re curved so beautifully underneath him. He’s taken you, claimed you as his, filling you up with nothing but him. And you’re doing nothing but submitting to him, taking it with a sweet, embarrassed expression on your face.

Your lewd moan is delayed, and your face screws with pleasure—mouth hung open with pinched brows. Complete, blissful, unadulterated pleasure. He’s soothing the ache, just by being deep inside of your pussy, holding himself firm and letting you feel every inch, every vein of his cock. Your eyes water and that seems to send him over the edge, because he can’t seem to help what he does next.

He draws himself out of you, leaving just the tip of his fat cock inside you, and slams himself back inside. You whimper, a tear rolling down your cheek as you try to steady your knees, pushing your ass in the air to take him deeper.

Eren moans your name, panting as he fights to stop himself from sinking his teeth into your nape of your neck and pummeling you into the mattress. Perhaps it’s the titan in him but the intensity of the desire is unnerving. He feels as if he’s spiraling out of control and can’t get a good grip on his reigns.

But fuck, why did he have to stop? How much more dignity did you need to throw to the side for him to fuck you senseless? Mercilessly?

You begin to rock back and forth on him, whining and whimpering, reaching down with a shaky hand to swipe at your neglected clit.

Eren grits his teeth, already feeling himself twitch and throb inside your soft, wet heat. His mind is a haze and all he can feel is your cunt sucking him in. How could he set a steady, safe pace when all he wants to do is rut into you until you lose your voice?

He doesn’t want to hurt you.

“E-Eren.” You whine, your tears fall from frustration now, “Why’d-why’d you stop? P-Please.”

“Fuck. Baby, you’re gonna make me cum.” He admits, pushing up off you to look down at your cunt swallowing his cock. What a fucking beautiful sight. “Shit. I'm sorry.” He grabs your hips, and thrusts. And thrusts. And thrusts. Smack after smack, he fucks you into the bed, driving your face further and further into the pillow.

You mumble sweet nothings, eyes rolling back into your head everytime you close them to savour the sensation of him ramming into you. You’re already so close, right on the cusp. It’s embarrassing, really.

You feel his thrusts grow erratic and desperate, he is, too, chasing his high with your pussy, using you for his own selfish needs. You’re nothing but a hole for him to fuck right now in this moment and that awakens the filthiest desire you’ve ever had. You want to tell him, so badly. To beg him for it. But then if you did—you’d truly have no dignity left.

“I-I wish you could—” you mumble, catching yourself at the last second, biting down on your bottom lip to shut yourself up.

Eren hunches over you once more, pinning you under him. He didn’t want you to hold back any of your desires.

“Wish I could, what?” He groans between laboured breaths, he’s willing to do whatever you want him to. It doesn’t matter what it is, he wants to satisfy you.

You grow shy and try to bury your face into the pillow. How could you say this? There’s no way you could tell him something like this. Never. He’d never look at you the same. Surely.

He continues to rut into you, grunting into your ear. He’s close, his balls tighten and ache to empty themselves inside you. So you need to speak up, and fast.

“Tell me. Now.” He demands.

“I wish you could…knot me.” You admit quietly, voice bouncing from his incessant thrusts. “Lock yourself in me…and fill me up.” You can’t believe you just said that, you had sworn to keep it to yourself. To your grave.

Eren’s eyes widen as he processes what you’re saying for a moment, and his whole body shivers at your words. Especially how you spoke them so innocently and shyly, when they’re anything but. He knows exactly what you’re talking about. He’s not dumb, he’s read a book or two. And with that, the sliver of composure he had left goes through the door.

“Oh god, baby.” He groans in your ear, shuffling his knees even closer to keep you right where he wants you. “You…want me to knot you?”

You feel him pick up his pace, slamming his cock into you a little harder, a little deeper. You didn’t even know it was possible but here you are, being pummeled straight through this fucking mattress.

All you can do is nod frantically, trying to present your pussy even more to him, opening up to him like a blooming flower. He’s abusing that gummy spot inside you, teetering you on the edge of the abyss of pleasure.

“Fuck, say it for me. What do you want?” He’s out of control, bucking his hips in a frenzy.

Just as you feel yourself snap, you let loose a languid moan from the back of your throat, and your thighs shake. “K-Knot me, Eren!”

He struggles to form words, his mind is cloudy, full with the images you’re putting in his head. Images of him stuffing his knot into your poor pussy, spraying his hot cum inside your cunt, plugging you up so none leaks out. He wants to give it to you so fucking badly—he can see it clear as day.

He bites down on his lip to stifle moan, and there's a spark in the air.

Giving you a final, brutal thrust, he cums with a hoarse shout. His cock throbs and twitches inside you, as he balances on the balls of his feet to put his weight on you—staying stock still and ensuring you take every inch—every drop of his seed.

He feels your pussy pulsate on his cock and you writhe underneath him. He hears a faint yelp but the sensation of your pussy milking his cock is all too consuming for him to care.

As you come down from your high, you feel your pussy stretching to accommodate him. It fucking burns but it’s…delicious. It’s exactly what you want to feel. Stretched thin, full and stuffed to the brim. Then you feel his hot load flood your cunt and your legs instinctively snap closed so it doesn’t leak out and make a mess on the bed. But when you move you feel a sharp tug, and you yelp out.

To your surprise, you can’t feel a single drop dribble down your legs, and he’s getting so big that you’re not sure if you can take much more of it. You whimper and squeal, your toes curl and your pussy aches. As if he were actually— Is he actually—? He can’t be. It’s not possible.

“Eren?” You can barely find your voice. All you hear are his ragged, loud breaths and the occasional grunt. You try to move but his grip tightens and keeps you in place.

“Wait. Wait.” He grimaces, looking down at where you’re connected with dazed eyes. “Stay—haaa—don’t move.”

“What? What’s…happening? Did you really…?” You were more than satiated, your brain feels like mush in your skull and your arms and legs feel like jelly. You let your body go limp, and that’s when you feel it full force—

You’re stuck to him.

“Shit, baby. Careful.” He hisses, moving forward with you, supporting your belly as he gently positions you both on your sides. “I…I did.”

“What? H-How?”

You’re dumbfounded, looking in the mirror with him behind you, your shirt scrunched up over your belly and your dark nipples peeking over the laced hem. Your eyes trail down, catching the sight of your panty hanging off your left ankle…the sight between your legs. He’s still inside, like, deep inside.

He’s talking, but it’s like background noise. He’s saying something about using the beast titan, biting his lip—something of the sort. You watch in a daze as he rests his hand back on your stomach, in the same place it was earlier tonight, drawing circles around your belly button.

You drag your gaze up to your face, and there’s an expression on there that you’ve never seen before. You look…fucked out. Completely and utterly destroyed. Satiated. Eren peppers kisses against your neck, still trying to catch his own breath.

“You okay, mama? I didn’t hurt you, did I?”

“Mmm, ‘m okay.” You let out a satisfied sigh, smiling lightly, feeling your eyes grow heavy. “Doesn’t hurt…feels good.”

“Good, good.” He whispers, relieved. It occurred to him way too late that this may hurt you, given your condition. He tugs at the sheet, covering the two of you. “Not much longer, baby. Can you manage that?”

Truthfully, he had no idea how long this would last, but he was sure of one thing, and that was that you were locked together. With no strength to respond, you nod your head and close your eyes—drifting away. He chuckles, and kisses you goodnight.

“Sleep well, my love.”

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