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Imagine Levi sticking around after your Halloween party to help you clean up. He knows no one usually does with these things and while it helps his conscience a little, there are other ways it touches him. He's watched you all night, saw you fret over everything being perfect, and it had been. He's quiet about it though and somehow you mistakenly believe he'd left with the others. As you think you're alone, it's beyond surprising when you glimpse him in the doorway as soon as your hand travels between your thighs in the laundry room. You decide not to stop, simply raise your eyebrow a bit, biting your lip, anything to distract from the thunder in your chest. The bravery is returned when he slowly crosses the entryway, eyes glued to yours, hand reaching out to reverently move your hair off from your face before dropping to his knees to help you out how he's really wanted to for much longer than just tonight.

⭕ bull!Erwin is huffing chuffing impatience when he finally catches what has his nose all twisted, following it to find he's downfield of you

⭕ bull!Erwin can't help how his cocks pop out from his sheath as soon as he catches you bent over in the garden, but he's quiet when he has to be, especially if it's going to net him a lush cunt to sink them into

⭕ bull!Erwin knows the second his bright eyes meet yours that his strut is all he needs to win your favor and get you mesmerized at his heavy sac that's commensurate with that entire big fucking rig set up just leaking prespend in rivulets biologically engineered to help you submit pretty to the monstrous stretch

⭕ bull!Erwin knows you feel safe behind the fence when you approach like a timid doe just to see if your eyes are tricking you or if he really does have two-- you gulp. He could stomp the fence to pieces or clear it readily, but he wants a prize that presents itself, not render the female he's about claim and breed immobile. That's bad for carrying babies.

⭕ bull!Erwin doesn't even have to do more than let out a groaning sigh as he shifts, fat cocks slapping wetly against each other and his muscled underbelly lined with that soft fur you want to pet it looks so gentle

⭕ bull!Erwin knows when you drift into his personal space that he need only lift under your arms, making you reach for his impressive horns as something to keep your balance. The sensation of you gripping them makes his cocks throb, but once your thighs find their rightful place over his shoulders, he hones in on invading your cunt with that thicker than you expected tongue of his

⭕ bull!Erwin thinks the way you squirm on his tongue is only just recompense for the arousal he can smell overwhelmingly close to his face. His eye contact is reverent dominance, committed to showing you he's the perfect leader for you to submit to, so capable of undoing you twice before nudging your legs down

⭕ bull!Erwin let's you sink over the fat head of one cock, the second getting pressed between your bodies while you breathe through the stretch until he's speared your cunt on his width and his balls are pressed close to kiss your backside

⭕ bull!Erwin can lean back while you take the time to consider how you got here, impaled on a prick so massive and wide you're pretty sure you could finger the lip of his head through your tummy 🥺 you didn't know if he could actually impregnate you, but the shear heat of the sac pressed beneath you while you straddle his lap is making you fucking question it...

...is it such a bad thing? To let this big bull breed you?

You get a closeup view of the head of his second cock as he waits for your signal, chest gently heaving as the purple-hued skin weeps silky prespend from the flat n wide almost pulsing head.

It wouldn't hurt to just... lick some while you make up your mind, right? It even smells a bit sweet though still unmistakably musky.

Erwin rumbles an odd purr when you find yourself so focused on getting the entirety of his crown behind your wisdom teeth, but still he waits for you to move further.

When you begin slowly canting your hips in barely manageable ruts on his lap, he paws at your plush cheeks, tugging and pulling at the pillowy skin of your thighs, anything to help you begin riding his length until the obscene sound of your cunt meeting his base is a hedonistic hymnal.

He's flooding your poor body before you can blink, catalyzing your orgasm and simultaneously making you choke on the load that ends up escaping your mouth, bathing your torso in the liquid until you feel so unbelievably turned on at the realization of what is going on again when the post orgasmic haze starts fleeting.

How the fuck-- you're caught like a deer in headlights when his icy orbs strike arousal straight to your clenching cunt, considering that second dick with enthusiasm and determination.

His horns are the perfect leverage to cling to as you perch on both cocks and he holds them together for you to keep nestled at your gradually accommodating pussy. His thumb coaxes you through another orgasm that must finally send enough encouragement to your abused little fuckhole that it's time to be the best cockhost you can be for the bull doing you the favor of breeding your womb.

It's as he has you laid back on your crumpled clothes, legs held so your knees beg to kiss your forehead and keep you tethered to the ground that you find yourself begging for the seed infiltrating your every defense to be as potent as his behavior implies. His sharp eyes don't miss a thing as he ruts his thicknesses through your cumsloshed cunt, mind driven to impregnate his new female, radiating pride at your reception, submission, pleas to be bred.

Listen this is just my ode to monsterfucking and breeding I can't even show my face to myself rn do not perceive me pls I'm asking aggressively

The music is loud and your vision is a little vibratory at the edges of everything as you make your way out to the porch and backyard of the party you’re taking a break from, a titch tipsy and still favoring the dredges of your alcohol before setting the empty cup down on the patio table and excusing yourself from the scattered guests. The moonlight is stunning as it splashes pale azure beams of gentle radiance across the shadowy lawn and what looks to be a guest house; a flickering cherry dot breaks the darkness the lunar ambience cannot touch, drawing you in like a moth to the embers.

The smell of marijuana flirts with your senses as you near, making a grin bloom across your face when you realize that you might have found some good, possibly quiet, company to enjoy. You feel adventurous in the serene, enchanting atmosphere. Bertholdt is surprised, but only just, when you join him on the porch of the deserted guest house; he’s here for no other existing reason than to puff off some of his stress from the party, but your company isn’t unwelcome as he finds you his focus and apprehends how richly the glinting celestial rays accent your captivating features, particularly your smile.

He can feel your gaze as he offers the joint to you, cordially polite in his calming demeanor, yet bringing it to your mouth thoughtlessly, intimately as you inhale accordingly, reveling in the plush touch of your lips to his fingertips. You both stare at each other as it happens, realizing the situation is spreading a shared warm cerise stain across your visage that blends purple in the cool tone of the moon, smoke wisping shadows between your bodies that swirl and swish with your breaths, smiles, deepening the blush sanguine-mauve when it hits you how his face is so subtly handsome, lips bewitching.

Laughter from the minor faux pas clears the remaining smoke and encourages light conversation that passes easily, bestowing the knowledge unto you that your moonlit paramour of lanky but toned proportions is truly kind and candid as you exchange quips and banter while the pair of you continue to imbibe until he offers you a seat with him. The thing is, you realize quite swiftly the only available seat is his lap and he is making it readily available as he lounges back with languorous leisure, his smile inviting and curling sweeter when you accept by lowering yourself gently onto him, boldly straddling him and earning a poised eyebrow raise.

He gets comfortable, keeping his hands in slightly appropriate places, at least until his swelling cock starts begging him and he cannot filter out the question as it flies quietly past his lips and into your ear, so close to his, “Wanna fuck?”

As your tired eyes had glimpsed the midnight hour and still not found the sheets or clothes, you brushed your hair back in a sigh of exhausted anguish.

“Hey, don’t worry. I’ll drive back over and check the old place.”

“It was spotless when we left. Where would they be?”

Eren knew you were right, had abandoned the plan quickly, and then Zeke butted in.

“I’ll drive over to the local store and just grab some blankets.”

“That would work, but they’re closed. Everywhere is closed now.”

“Well, we can pile in the car and use the heater?”

“How could that be any more comfortable? That’s not good for the car anyway.”

“Where are my keys?”

“Don’t do this to me.”

With the revelation that neither sets of car keys could be found in the midst of the moving turmoil, boxes and scattered nonsense galore as you’d ravaged the place searching for the damn blankets, you finally just gave up and let your first thought fly.

“We’re dogpiling in the bed for warmth. Take it or leave it. I’m too tired for this. What have we got for makeshift coverage besides the single fitted on the queen?”

Sure, you’d be on the floor with the brothers, frame also MIA, but with the snow coming in the wee hours of the morning, no keys, and a shoddy heater in the house, you were ready to just turn out the lights.

As thoughts of fluffy, raspy, whisper-crisp comforters danced in your head, Eren’s hand snuck along the chilled midsection where your shirt rode up, erroneously caught on your jacket. He thumbed the prickled skin and dipped teasingly into the lip of your pants, cold fingertips making you want to jump out of your body.

“Hey!”

“We’ve got the clothes on our backs and body heat. Maybe that ratty blanket that you always keep in your car.”

“That look is pretty impressive.”

“I’d call it deserved.”

Eren did not believe he earned the glare you shot his way.

“What?”

“My blanket is not ratty. It’s just my favorite and it’s a little old. And are you really judging it now when it’s the only one we have? I’ll go grab it. Don’t be weird.”

“Don’t be weird?”

“Y’know. The brothers thing. Bed. Me. I don’t know. I’m tired and rambling.”

“Weirdo.”

For a moment, the two had just looked at each other, as if sizing the other up. A blush snuck up the back of your neck and you plucked the blanket off of the chair as you passed it on the way to the bedroom. In your hurry, you missed the words the two exchanged, but now, smack dab in the middle of them, you wondered.

What caused your wonder was the way both men had eventually decided to settle down: with their heads smack dab on your tits. They played it off as blasé incidental, like questioning it would make you the weird one after grumbling for over thirty minutes of trying to get comfortable. Your blanket was on the smaller and thinner side, but with the two of them snuggled up like this, it barely managed to suffice. Zeke’s old jacket had been piled on top of your old blanket as one more prayer of a layer.

It was relatively toasty for you, but you did notice that Eren kept twitching in his sleep and Zeke would shiver occasionally. Eventually, Eren finds his way to the nape of your neck for more warmth and to be a bit further from Zeke, but you cannot go to sleep with the two erections pressing into your thigh and hip. Eren is slowly torturing you in his sleep with these mewling breathy whimpers in your ear while you swear you feel Zeke’s lips mouth over your shirt-covered nipple.

A bright bloom of heat blossoms on your face, rendering tears to your eyes as frustration rolls through you, causing your legs to clench together in a useless bid for friction. It rouses Eren, who groggily chooses to trail his fingertips down to your shorts and sneak them up the leg to your ache.

“Mm, shh, baby. ‘S ok. Got you.”

Eren maintains a pace that is slow enough to pull the tears flirting with your lashes, but just enough to make you come while he mimics the motions in molasses-paced ruts of his hips, cock wedged hot at where your shorts are riding up. He smears prespend in pearling dewdrops as he realizes you’re getting close when he nips at your neck playfully.

“Shh. Keep quiet or you’ll wake Zeke.”

Keeping quiet is a monumental effort that your pending, cresting, merciless orgasm is robbing you of by the millisecond.

“Wouldn’t want him to wake up and see his brother’s girlfriend coming like some slut, huh?”

Your fingers dig into his hair painfully as you bite your lip and will yourself still as pleasure ripples and releases at your core, orgasm blanketing your mind in hazy hues of afterglow.

“Only problem in your logic is that I’m already awake.”

“Ngh?!”

“Perk up, sweetie. It’s time for the next cock and you’re drooling a bit. Maybe we should keep your mouth full.”

He shoves two fingers full of come from your dripping snatch to your gasping, parted lips.

“Honestly, honey, don’t you wanna clean up before,”

Another.

“You entertain more guests?”

His third swipe is imploring, exploring, exposing the liquid gold that seeps from within, deep. You clean them diligently, thoroughly sucking every beading drop. Then pluck them out to whisper into Erwin’s ear, tugging him forward by his hair, almost snarling into the rough motion,

“Next.”

He makes stoically cool eye contact with your fiery glare and you get an inkling you’re poking a bear, struck with the stomach dropping arousal his predatory intent steamrolls over you. He’d been reaching for a fourth dip into your pussy, halfway in and already covered in more than one man’s creamy contributions, but stopped with his stare.

He nods at Miche to come over from his spot on the couch, the hulking male partially tenting his thin shorts, palming the beastly member to waken stiffly, but pausing at Erwin’s cue. His head tilts in question, then mirth with understanding.

“Give me both of your legs,” he’s pulled his cock out and used the remnants on his hand to slick himself up and, “gonna do one nice thing for you princess, but only because it’ll make it easier for me to fuck your asshole. I’m going to make Miche watch me stretch your cunt for him first. And I’ve got a plan for that mouth.”

The plan is to wrench your torso forward to stuff Miche’s dick as far as you can take it down your throat when Erwin finishes playing with your pussy and begins sinking in between your cheeks like pillowy plush heated heaven sheathing his rod in silks. Just as he bottoms out in your butt, he tears your head off Miche’s cock by your messed up ponytail and moves you back to give the second massive dick access to your empty hole.

It’s so filling, Miche only halfway in, you almost tap on the scene. Erwin knows your limits and he grips Miche’s shoulder, letting your calf rest on them together. It does enough to bring his attention to your reaction, tensing where you shouldn’t. It’s easily solved when the pad of Miche’s thumb strums relaxing and powerful flutters of arousal that rip your orgasm from your body without your consent. It robs the air from your lungs, but the giant cage of supportive limbs surrounding you keeps you just where you’re meant to be, stuck balls deep now on two huge cocks.

A smile sticks to your face while Miche rides out the rippling aftershocks of your orgasm nonchalantly. He tugs the failing hair tie from your strands and carefully gathers it in a fist to yank back.

“That was my one kindness. Now, we’re going to use both of your holes like you’re not here. Be a good girl and maybe I’ll touch your clit again.”

You can only nod, which makes them both chuckle. He’d said it like he was treating the furniture kindly. You lose your focus when they find the perfect tantric rhythm to fuck into you with. They’re alternating depth as synchronous as a jog in the park when it’s mentally rending your sanity.

Being torn asunder is paltry poetry for penniless witless miscreants when you’ve experienced the fluttering waves of colliding stars concussing your pelvis in erotic fury. They’re pressing you together between them, still rutting overstimulating strokes in the short area they can thrust from. They’re so packed, Miche’s balls keep pulsing at the warmth and intimacy of the closeness.

You’re conscious enough to yelp when Miche unplugs your cunt and lets the flood trickle and flow from your abused, stretched, empty pussy. You’re all cockdrunk compliance when both their thick fingers, covered in the substance, repeat stuffing it into your mouth without issue.