#kenny ackerman x reader smut

[umeoniii]

daddy’s bestfriend, kenny

!: corruption kink, age gap, reader is 18+ obvi, innocent virgin reader, reader calls kenny “uncle” they aren’t related it’s just what she calls him, fem reader, guided masturbation, size kink,

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you sat on the couch of your parents spacious living room, skipping through the channels of the tv trying to occupy yourself until your parents left for their anniversary vacation.

they were leaving you at home for 3 days to your own discretion. you were happy to be alone for the few days, you could use your mothers makeup and look through her clothes all you wanted to now.

your mother walked into the living room putting on her earrings. you already knew she was going to try and set a bunch of rules.

“y/n honey, while we’re gone make sure to watch the house. also if you decide to invite over friends text me, and also make sure to feed princess, if we run out of food make sure to get ‘kitty’s delight’ not the cheap kind…” you drowned out your mothers voice, blabbing on about the same things.

“y/n! are you listening to me?” she says snapping you out of your trance.

you nodded your head watching your father come down the stairs in his suit.

you stood up and walked your parents to the door and kissed them goodbye. you walked back over to the couch plopping back down. before your father walked all the way out the door he turned around and walked back towards you, who was yet again skipping through channels.

“also honey, you remember my good friend kenny? the one who used to watch you alot when you were younger?”

your ears pricked up as soon as the name rolled off his tongue.

“yeah, why do you ask?”

“well he might come over to make sure you stay in check. so keep an eye out okay angel?”

you gave your father a long stare before opening your mouth, “im old enough to watch the house, i dont need a babysitter.” you whined standing in front of your dad.

“i don’t care honey, i’d feel safer if there were an older adult in the house with you.” he walked back to you giving you a kiss on the cheek.

you watched as he walked back to door standing with your mother, who blew you a kiss before closing the door. you stood at the window watching as their taxi drove them off.

turning back to the living room you turned off the living room tv and went into the kitchen getting yourself a snack. a piece of the strawberry cake from their anniversary gift.

after you finished your last bite you remembered, uncle kenny’s coming over!

you ran up the stairs, quickly going to your room taking out cuter lounging clothes. your bathroom was your next destination hopping into the shower washing yourself with the strawberry cream body wash you got from the mall the other day.

you wasted no time to shave your entire body and to wash and do you hair as well. you hopped out drying your body off, and greasing up.

you dried and combed through your hair fixing it into a ponytail with a ribbon. after you were done modding your appearance you ran back into your bed laying down. you checked the time on your phone. damn, it took me 3 hours to do all of that? n’ he’s still not here…

you looked over to your nightstand drawer and opened it taking out your diary as well as your pen.

you wrote, “today my parents left me home alone! they acted like i couldn’t watch the house, im in college im pretty sure i can… they’re gonna be gone for a few days, 3 at most. and guess who’s gonna come over? guess! kenny is! my, i’m lowkey nervous but im happy because i haven’t seen him in a lil while.”

it was honestly odd what you had for your father’s friend. you’ve always had a little crush on him. you found many of his attributes attractive. you liked how he towered over you, how he was always very nice to you and overprotective of you. you felt icky at times with the way he made you feel, but you couldn’t help yourself.

while thinking you heard a knock at your door.

it must be kenny! you got off your bed and peered through the blinds seeing kenny’s black truck. you ran down the steps quickly and stopped at the front door. you looked through the peephole seeing kenny’s tall form standing with a bag in his hands.

you opened the door swiftly to be greeted with a large smile on his face. you jumped and gave him a big hug, his large arm wrapped around your hips.

“hey kiddo” he said

“hi kenny” you backed up from the hug, motioning him to come inside. the two of you walked in standing in the living room.

“you’ve gotten older since last time i seen ya’” he said, you noticed how his eyes drifted to your breasts before he quickly looked back at your eyes.

“it hasn’t been that long.” you scoffed, “ what’s in the bag?” you inquired following him to the couch.

“nothin’ my stuff, also i gotcha something.” you watched him pull out a stuffed puppy out of a separate box he was carrying. it was pink with a white bow tied on it. you smiled with bright, wide eyes.

“i knew you liked this kind of cutesy stuff so i got it for you at the store.” you opened it, staring in awe at the white puppy plush that sat before you.

“what did you do with the last one i got for you?” he asked.

“oh, the bunny? well it sits on my bed!” you told him thinking about how you cuddle with it at night as if it were your uncle.

“that’s great, so where am i gonna sleep at?” he asked yawning.

“the room next to mine, you want me to show it to you?” you asked sweetly.

he gave you a nod. you walked up the stairs with kenny behind you. you walked down the long hallway past your parents room and yours and right to the guest room.

“here it is.” it was a nice cream colored room. it had a queen sized bed and a tv.

“you can use my bathroom kenny if you need it m’kay? my parents hate even when i use their bathroom.” you gave him a soft smile as he took off his boots. you walked out leaving him alone.

you walked back to your bedroom putting the dog plushie on your bed. you layed down on your back getting your phone and putting in your headphones listening to your music.

you sat on your bed lying down until you felt a light tap on your thigh. you sat up quickly turning to kenny. you saw his mouth moving not hearing a word leaving his lips. you took off your headphones to hear him clearly.

“huh?”

“i said im about to take a shower y/n, help me out will ya?”

you both walked inside of your bathroom. you showed him where everything was and how to work the shower. he took in the scenery of your restroom.

“damn even the soaps shaped like a lil animal.” he chuckled inspecting the soap, while you lit up your candle.

he pulled out his razor and you walked out sitting back onto your bed.

you pulled back out your diary writing more of the day’s events and also writing some reminders. a few minutes later you heard the door creak from the bathroom as kenny stepped out.

beard shaved off clean, towel wrapped around his waist, and dripping wet. you looked at his hair sticking to his body and you couldn’t help but look down at his happy trail that wrapped around his navel and went down. you looked at him lips parted before you turned around, the heat of your body almost making you sweat.

“sorry i left my clothes in the room, forgot to bring them with me to the bathroom” he chuckled, you watched as he walked out going to his room.

kenny left the clothes on purpose, so he can see your little flustered face as he stood half naked in front of you. he wanted to see just how long it would take to make you break.

he dried off in his room and put his clothes on. he stayed in his room letting the tv entertain him occasionally checking in on you until you came in asking him if he was hungry. you eyed the tight black shirt he wore, outlining his muscles and biceps. as well as the pajama pants he wore.

“hell yeah i am.”

“well i’ll be in the kitchen, i’ll make us something good to eat.” you smiled walking off.

when kenny heard you walk down the stairs he creeped into your room slowly.

he loved how you liked cutesy things, everything in your room was a pastel color or pink. you had cute trinkets and posters all over your room. he looked through your drawers looking at your lacy panties and bras.

what’d he do to see you in only them.

he turned around towards your bed catching a glimpse of the pink journal with stickers laying on your ditsy rose comforter.

he sat himself on the bed softly looking at the cover of the book y/n’s diary DONT read further.

he chuckled to himself before reading forward.

he wanted to know more about you and how your life has been since he last saw you. he hasn’t talked to you consistently in about a year and he didn’t wanna nag you by asking, so he took matters into his own hands.

and boy was he was surprised at the contents of the book. it started off normal about things you did in your day, what you ate, what you wore simple things. sometimes his name would be mentioned. and the things said with his name were always about your feelings twoards him or how you thought about him a lot. one struck his eye though.

“last night i had a dream about my uncle kenny, a very weird dream. i don’t even wanna write about it because it was so dirty and yucky. usually these kind of things come with your subconscious, i mean yeah i like kenny a little more than i should. but i don’t think i like him in the way shown in my dream, that’s weird and nasty. and i’m not like that, i’ve known him for so long, he’s like my uncle. i think i’ll just try to forget about it and get ready to go to work…”

you had a crush on your uncle kenny. and surprisingly he liked you a lot too, he thought you were always such a cutie. when he saw you on your 18th birthday something in him changed.

he knew your father would murder him mercilessly if he knew how he felt about you, but he couldn’t contain himself. kenny closed your diary and layed it back on the bed the way it was originally.

“kenny dinners ready!” you called out to him

he walked down the stairs to the scent of tomato soup and grilled cheese.

“smells good, y/n” he looked at you sitting down at the island

“really? i tried something different and quicker today”

“looks good as well.” he said nearly drooling over his plate. kenny ripped a piece of his sandwich and tossed it to the persian long haired cat meowing on the ground. the two of you ate quietly sometimes making eye contact with a soft smile.

“hey does your parents have a liquor cabinet or somethin’ ?”

you nodded, walking over to the cabinet standing on your tippy toes trying to reach it. kenny came up behind you with one of his hands on your hip the other reaching for your dad’s rum.

you felt a tingling sensation with his hand touching you so intimately like that. he went to another cabinet grabbing two glasses, the both of you taking your seats on the soft cushions.

“y/n you’re old enough to drink ain’tcha? have some.” kenny saud slyly pouring some into a glass for you

“well no kenny, i don’t really like it…” you said hesitantly

“c’mon it ain’t bad, i’ll help you out if you need it.” he smiled at you

you nodded sipping at the liquor and you hated it. you swallowed it only because kenny was watching you, but the burning sensation in your throat almost caused you to purge right on the table. he saw you were struggling and got you a bottle of water.

“here, i ain’t like it my first time either.” he chuckled rubbing your back as you downed the water.

a little while later you and kenny were finished, and you and him went up to your rooms separately. you sat in your bed and put your journal back into your bedside drawer.

you layed in your bed thinking about how flustered your uncle made you that day. the way you felt when he walked in front of you basically fully exposed and the way his big hand laid on your hip.

you got the weird sensation again, you tried to squeeze your legs shut in attempts to make the feeling go away. you turned off your lamp and drifted to sleep next to the barrage of plushies on your side.

you woke up later on to a suddenly heavier feeling in your bed, turning to your side you saw kenny asleep right next to you. you gasped audibly, slapping his arm trying to get his attention. he woke up giving you a confused look before realizing what he had did wrong.

“what are you doing?” you whisper screamed

“im sorry honey your bed looked more comfortable.” he said, you noticed his shirt was off which made the heat grow even rapidly.

he looked at you, a smirk tugging on the corner of his mouth.

“ya‘ know, i know yer’ lil secret” he whispered into your ear.

you looked at him genuinely confused, “what secret?” you grabbed the lighter next to your bed, lighting up your candle.

“don’t play dumb with me doll. the little book that was lying on your bed, i read it.” he said sitting up

you thought deeply into it before you felt your heart drop.

oh my god, kenny read my diary. you tried your hardest to keep your composure, but it was clear that you were shocked and scared.

“don’t worry honey, i ain’t angry or anything. tell me, what was your dream about?” he asked looking into your eyes

“i um, it was about…” you cupped you hands around his ear, “we kissed” you paused abruptly, “ an- and we had… sex but before things really got started i woke up.” you whispered shamefully into his ear.

he looked at you, your heart almost pounding out of your chest.

he picked up on how nervous you were feeling , “you okay?” he asked you, sultry voice making your hairs stand up.

“yeah well, it makes me feel… icky.”

“icky? how?”

“first of all it’s weird because you’re like my uncle, kenny. and second i get this weird tingly feeling sometimes.”

he pulled you closer to him, to where you were almost on his lap, he snaked his arm around your waist and layed his hand on your thigh. “what tingly feeling?” he hummed in your ear.

you hesitated embarrassed to tell him how it felt.

“c’mon tell me sweetie, i wanna help you try n’ get rid of it.”

you grabbed his hand and drifted it to your clothed heat.

“oh, so your cunnie’s what’s achy hm?”

he pressed his finger onto your panties making you gasp. he rubbed it slowly causing you to writhe under him.

“you a virgin y/n?” he said still rubbing your clit through your panties.

you nodded vigorously grinding onto his finger.

“good girl, i don’t want you being with any of those nasty little boys, okay?”

you nodded.

“have you ever touched yourself down here before?” he said nibbling at your ear lobe.

“n-no sir” you stuttered

he removed his hand feeling how damp your panties got.

“m’ gonna teach ya a little something okay?”

he grabbed your hand and trailed it to your panties. he took his hands and ripped your panties, the cold air on your exposed pussy made you tremble.

“kenny i really liked those.” you muttered softly

he held your hand with his and showed you how to touch yourself.

“whenever you get to thinkin bout me just get your fingers and rub em’ on that little bump right there you see?” he slid you all the way onto his lap. the hairs on his chest rubbed against your back. he layed his head in the crook of your neck taking in the scent of strawberry pound cake perfume.

you layed your fingers on your clit rubbing it slowly while he helped you move your hand.

“just like that.” he groaned into your ear.

you felt the tingly feeling become more disperse throughout your body. you moaned softly rubbing your clit. you felt how hard kenny was while sitting on his lap.

kenny moved your hand from your cunt, replacing it with own fingers. he sped up the pace making you squirm more, your thighs closing.

you felt the tingly feeling build up but then it suddenly vanished as your orgasm crashed over your body.

“mm kenny” you whined, your thighs squeezing his hand as you wiggled uncontrollably in his lap.

he kissed your neck as you breathed in and out. he then picked you up and layed you back onto your bed barely giving you time to recover. he spread your legs before pulling down his pants.

a look of dread and confusion took over your face as you looked at his cock. it was long and curved over his tummy. his head was swolllen and leaky. you closed your legs and shook your head.

“what’s wrong pretty? it ain’t gonna hurt, promise.” he said kissing your cheek and prying your legs back open.

he spit onto his fingers and rubbed it onto your vulva before lining his head to your hole.

“im gonna stuff ya like a fuckin’ apple pie.”

he pushed himself into you, softly groaning while doing so. you watched waiting for him to be all the way in. he pushed the last of himself in quickly, causing you to let out a yelp.

he was balls deep inside of you, your legs on his shoulders. he slowly thrusted himself in you. you whined softly to yourself. it was more painful than you imagined, he was so big compared to your virgin body. you felt yourself stretching out after every thrust.

you wrapped your arms around his neck, your headboard squeaking from all the movement.

“how would yer’ daddy feel? if he knew how dirty you were getting for me?”

“upset” you hiccuped, his skin slapping against yours.

“damn right he’d be, so you can’t tell him about this. that his best friend is fucking the hell out of his daughter.” he said rubbing your cheek

you felt guilty, but at the same time you couldn’t help it, you wanted more.

“kenny it feels so good, c-can you go a little faster.” you said shakily

he sped up causing tears of pleasure to run down your hot cheeks. you felt the way his tip rubbed against the ridges inside of you, it made you feel an emotion you’ve like none you’ve ever experienced.

“fuck, you’re so tight honey, im trying so hard not to cum.” he held you closer to his chest biting the tender skin of your neck. you yelped from the sudden feeling of his teeth in your neck, but weirdly enough you liked it.

you liked the full feeling he gave you, the pang of pain you felt when his cock expanded your virgin cunt, you loved it. he slid his hands up your gown groping and squeezing your chest, you wrapped your legs around his waist holding on to him as tight as possible.

“you don’t know how many times i’ve imagined this day. how many times i’ve came into my hand thinkin’ about you.” he grunted, his body slamming against yours.

you started to feel a pleasurable sensation, like something intense was building up inside of you “k-kenny” you sputtered, voiced shaky from all the movement. he looked at you still thrusting, “i feel it again, the weird feeling.” you whined clawing at his back. he didn’t answer your inquiry and instead sped up.

you felt the feeling build up even more as the ribbon in your tummy snapped. you moaned loudly tensing your body and cumming all over your uncle kenny. you gasped for air while kenny continued to thrust into you, his pace getting sloppy.

he pulled out before grabbing your cheeks and forcing your mouth open.

“stick out your tongue like you’re licking a popsicle alright?” he said jerking himself over you.

you obliged.

a few pumps later his semen spewed from his swollen, dark red tip. white covered your tongue as you kept it hanging out of your mouth.

“swallow it like the good girl you are.” he said, his big hand resting on top of your head.

you swallowed the thick, salty liquid with a slightly embarrassed grin.

kenny grabbed you by your cheeks indulging in a deep kiss groping your body more.

little did you know he was planning to repeat this again tomorrow.

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a/n: only few ppl on this app will understand how bad i need kenny ψ(｀∇´)ψ

a/n2: i hate to be the bearer of bad news for the south park fans, but this is abt kenny ackerman from aot Σ('◉⌓◉’)

[chatterbox-73]

.Sugar Daddy.

Older.

Kenny Ackerman x Reader

This story is a smut story, I’ll more characters x reader one shots in the future and if you want to see a character please let me know.

You must be 18 years or older to read this...

🔞⚠️NO MINORS ALLOWED⚠️🔞

Summary/inspiration/prompt: you didn’t know you needed someone older until you got him.

Word count: 2.9k

CW: NSFW and adult content, fingering, oral (m&f!receiving), unprotected s*x, filming, drinking, smoking, dirty talk, name calling/degradation,

You sat in the booth with the hair stylist next to you, “I’m telling you, today’s shoot was really good” slurred the director, as he placed a hand on yours while he leaned over the table, “if you and Kenny had just a little bit more chemistry, we’d all be rolling in money” he hiccuped and looked to Kenny and the older man just puffed on his cigarette, “come on, you enjoyed yourself… you can’t deny that” the director continued on as if he was trying to set you and Kenny up on a date, “director Vanché, I think it’s time we finished, the actors are probably tired and you promised to show me your new kitten” smiled the producers, you looked to the young man and offered him a smile as to say ‘thank you’. The two man left and you sighed in relief, the hair stylist next to you giggled and you looked at her, “what?” You asked with a raised brow and she shook her head, “I don’t think you’re gonna like it, but he’s right… if the both of you had a little more of a spark, you’d be very popular… and not just for our company” she raised her drink to her lips and took a sip of her beer, giving everything a minute before continuing on, “it’d be very big paycheque for both of you… and honestly I think you’d both think it’s more then worthwhile, at least considering how much you’d both enjoy yourself” she chuckled along with the other two stylists sitting at the table, while you could only blush.

Of course you enjoyed it, Kenny has a perfect cock and he knows how to use it perfectly, he’s had many years to become an expert at sex and he’s been with more women then you could ever imagine, while you have really only ever relayed on your looks and body, which is exactly why you got into porn because you didn’t need to be good at pleasing others you just needed to look good while taking it.

You just couldn’t possibly imagine Kenny wanting to be with you outside of work, because why would he waste his time on a little girl who is as useless in bed as a bag of cold sand. You looked down at your drink, before quickly drinking down all of it in one go, your face beginning to instantly heat up as the alcohol began to effect you, “wow… that was quick, what ya so desperate to get drunk for?” Asked the man that had been silently sitting and puffing on his cigarette this entire time, you looked up at him, “can you believe this bullshit? They want us to fuck again… haha! Yeah right, like you’d want to do that” you laugh and throw your head back against the back of the chair, you heard chairs shuffling and moving, when you looked up again you noticed everyone but Kenny had left, “and what if I do, then what? Ya gonna deny me? Not let me have ya?” He asked as he put out his cigarette and stood, “or will ya only open those sweet legs, if yer gettin’ paid? Cause I can arrange that” he chuckled and leaned back in his chair, you stiffen for a moment, “you want to again?” You looked off to the side and he laughed sitting back in the chair before crossing one leg over the other, Kenny eyed you down and waited for more from you, however you just stayed silent and watched one of the wall intensely. “Alright come on… get up, we’re leavin’” he hummed and stood before leaning over the table and grabbing your arm pulling out of the booth with him.

You stayed silent as Kenny led you to some very flashy and modern looking love hotel, you stood on the other side of the lobby watching as Kenny chatted away with the receptionist who happened to be a very beautiful woman who was probably in her mid forties, she hand him the key and a paper bag before looking to you and giving you a wink, you smiled shyly and she chuckled, Kenny ushered for you to follow him down the dimly lit hallway, before you both reached a door with the number 850.

You sat on the bed only in your underwear, Kenny had discarded your clothing somewhere in the room, the man stood before you as he removed his shirt, he grabbed your face as he unbuckled his belt, “ya look so pretty, uh bet people love havin’ such a cute girl under ‘em” he chuckled and tucked some hair behind your ear, however you only blushed and looked away, “no no… don’t look away… look at me… focus on me… only me, doll” Kenny leant down to you and once getting your attention he stood again before opening his pants and pulling out his member.

You watched intensely as Kenny pumped his semi, you noticed he dropped his member and looked at you expectingly, “yer ain’t gettin’ fucked, if ya ain’t workin’ for it, sweetie” he smirked and you looked down at his still slightly soft member.

You move forward on your hands and knees, moving a hand up Kenny’s leg before gripping his shaft, you pumped him slowly as you looked up at him, Kenny chuckled at your doe eyed expression and gently rested a rough hand on your cheek, “suck me, doll” he spoke in a rasped whisper, you felt your cunt clench before you giggled, you bit your lip and shook your head. Kenny gave you a raised eyebrow however before the man could speak, you leaned in and began kissing over his hips, at first you gave his hip soft feather like kisses that made goosebumps form on Kenny’s arms and legs, before you moved onto more sloppy kisses and licking over his hips and lower abdomen, this caused Kenny to pulled your hair into a makeshift ponytail and pull your head back and up towards him. The man leant down getting right in your face, “start fuckin’ suckin’ bitch” he grunted out before yanking you back down to his member, Kenny straightened up and looked down his nose at you, you pressed a soft peck to his tip before slowly sliding him into your mouth.

Kenny’s pre-cum tasted funny, it was salty and bitter but it somehow made your cunt tingle and your mouth water, suckled on his tip, licking over his slit and wrapping your tongue around him with shallow bobs of your head, honestly you were more then ready to shove the man onto the bed before climbing him and going to town on his one-eye monster, however he told you to suck him, so that’s exactly what you were going to do.

Kenny groaned and brushed his fingers through your hair, you moaned and took him deeper, gagging and choking in the process, “woah woah, darlin’ yer tryin’ to kill yerself?” He questioned with a grin, looking up at the man had your cunt quivering, you ignore all your throats protecting and took him as deep as he’d allow, until nothing was left, your lips met the scruffy bush of pubs as your nails dug into his thighs, Kenny’s lips were turned up into a smirk and his eyes were narrowed while he watched you, the man took a sharp breath in and let out a hiss before pulling you off him, “that’s enough, yer pretty good at that” he chuckled before grabbing your hips and forcing your hip to the edge on the bed before placing a pillow under them, Kenny grabbed under your knees and forced your thighs apart and then pushed your knees right up to your chest, you groaned at the strain on your hips, however Kenny only chuckled and rubbed his thick tip between your quivering folds, “oh fuck… Kenny please!” You whined as the underside of his shaft rubbed over your clit, however the man only smirked and pulled back.

Whining and complaining you reached a hand down and began rubbing yourself before slipping a finger in, you moaned and moved the finger quickly in a desperate attempt to get off, “ya know, I’m likin’ the look of this… keep playin with that pussy baby girl” the man watched your finger disappear deeper and deeper inside you, though no matter how much you push and press you weren’t able to put enough pressure on your g-spot, “I- I can’t… not enough” you cried and felt Kenny release one of your leg.

Without warning the man push two of his fingers into you, not giving you a chance to pull out your own finger before his hand cupping yours, you gasped loudly at the fullness before the man began to move yours and his fingers in and out guiding them into your spot, you moaned and grabbed his wrist. “I can’t… it’s- it’s too much… dear god!” You cried out and involuntarily rocked your hips into his slow motion of both your fingers, “too much?” Kenny questioned with a chuckle before he leant down and wrapped his lips around you clit, the man switched between suckling and blowing raspberries on your sensitive bud, you cried and moaned grabbing his head pulling him impossibly close to you while your free leg squeezed around his shoulder, you pushed yourself into him as you quickly reached your high, you felt your cunt squeeze tightly around both yours and Kenny’s fingers.

Kenny felt his member throb and pre-cum leak from him, he was certain that if everything kept up like this he’d cum, he honestly began to feel like a young teenager again, desperate and unable to control himself, he felt eager and ready for you, your moans and pleas only encouraging him, Kenny pulled back while keeping his tongue on you, he laid his hot muscle flat on your clit, slowly beginning to massage it while watching you intensely as your body quivered and your face contorted, you fell over the edge as you watched him watching you, “oh dear god…! Fuck me kenny! Please Kenny… please” you cried loudly moaned between every word only getting louder the longer Kenny continued to lick you cunt, even after removing his and your fingers from you, his tongue continued to work you to a other orgasm, pulling away and grabbing your leg that was resting on his shoulder before moving it up to press it against your chest, after a few more slow licks over your cunt Kenny leaned up and quickly slipped his member into you.

It was silent as his hips slowly moved back and forth as his lips captured yours, you moaned and whined against his lips but the sound was just swallowed up, you wondered for moments if this was what your coworkers meant by good chemistry but that thought was quickly forgotten when Kenny pressed into your spot.

You completely lost yourself, your eyes watered and lips quivered as your toes curled and back arced, you moaned nonsense as the man’s hips pressed into yours, it was a stark contrast to your interaction earlier in the day.

Kenny was being sweet, slow and oh so gentle, it felt like heaven, it was so out of the ordinary, you had been railed plenty of times, almost with every partner you’ve had, however this was different in so many ways, “yer so warm baby” Kenny moaned as he pulled back and looked down at where your hips meant, “yer swallowin me up” the man groaned and let go of your legs, moving his hands to your waist holding you tightly in place, he took a deep breath in and closed his eyes, tilting his head back and contacting all his muscles.

Kenny’s muscles on arms and legs flexed and his chest expanded with his deep breathes, while his stomach tightened making his abdomen tensed up and his waist appeared smaller. The man looked like heaven itself, like a Greek statue, you could feel the throbbing of his cock and could tell why the man was calming himself down.

Kenny wasn’t ready to cum, but you sure as hell was ready for him, regaining all your senses you squeeze around him, trying to encourage him to continue, however this caused the man to slowly begin to pull out, in your desperation you wrapped your legs tightly around his hips, while also leaning up and grabbing roughly at his waist, your nails dug and stretched at his skin causing him to hisses sharply and glare down his nose at you. “Kenny… please… back in…” you moaned your legs tightening more and your fingers finally getting a good grip on him, as you push him back into you and locking him in place with your legs, “back in… nice and deep” you moaned as one of your hands move up Kenny’s arm while the other rest on the mattress before helping you raise up from the bed. You wrap your arms around Kenny neck and you lick his earlobe “Kenny… you have to fuck me… you have to fill me” you whisper dirtily and play with the hair on the back of Kenny’s neck, the man raised a leg on to the bed and began to slowly bounce you on his member.

Your hands grip onto his shoulders tightly as he moved his body to sit back on the bed, “yer being real confident baby…” he chuckled breathlessly while he laid flat on his back, he then guided your hips into as soft rock, “ya better get workin for this cum” he looked down at you swallowing him up, you moaned beginning to grind and roll your hips, Kenny’s eyes moved up your body, he seemed to be mesmerised by the way it moved, “ya got some nice tits on ya” he groaned as he moved his hand up your waist and to your chest squeezing and massaging the flesh.

You were certain you’d cum soon, despite your best efforts Kenny still looked calm, relaxed and nowhere near ready to cum, though the occasional twitch or throb made you second guess that, you mustered all the courage you had, “raise those knees for me, would ya?…” You slightly mimic Kenny’s accent still unsure, he look up for your breasts and gave a crooked smile, “now why’d I do that?” He grunted eyes shifting back down to your cunt before quickly back up to your face, “how else ya gonna see my pussy swallow up yer cum” you fully committed to the accent and moved yourself into a squatting position.

With a laugh Kenny lifted his knees and you leaned back resting your hands on them, you opened your legs and began grinding up and down on his cock, giving him a full view of everything. Kenny reach down the side on the bed and grab his phone, resting his other hand behind his head he tapped away on his phone before hitting record, “let’s show the boss how well we’re gettin along” he chuckled looking at you through the phone, you moaned surprisingly enjoying being recorded despite it normally feeling like work, you whined as you quickened your pace, “fuck Kenny… I’m gonna cum” you throw your head back and whined, reaching a hand down you began to fondle Kenny’s sack determined to get him to cum, the man hissed reaching up and grabbing one of your breasts, before giving it a good slap keeping the camera focused on you, “fuckin slut!” He grunted and grabbed you breast, squeezing it roughly this time, “dirty cum hungry slut!” His accent coming through heavier as his words slurred together. Kenny let out a loud groan then a harsh grunt before rutting his hips up, this caused you to lose your balance and almost fall forward, but it hardly mattered as you felt it, Kenny had finally given in, it was hot and felt amazing, you were certain you could get used to this feelings.

You quickly pulled Kenny out of you and turned over, you felt Kenny grab your ass, massaging the flesh before spreading your lips, getting a good view of your abused hole, you then decide to push and force a large amount of Kenny’s cum out of you, the man groaned and your felt his fingers start playing with your folds smearing his cum all over your cunt and then fingering it back in you, “baby, ya think we’re gettin along well enough for ‘em” he asked and you moaned as he scissored his fingers in and out of you, before pulling them out completely and showing the camera just how dirty they were.

“Ya sure…? Uh don’t have to send it, just keep it between us sweetie” Kenny rested a hand on your stomach while the other tap away on his phone, “well does it look good? I only want to send it if it looks good” you moved your foot up and out of the bath water, playing with the tap as it dipped water, Kenny laughed and moved his hand up your body to your throat tilting your head back against his shoulder, “yer fuckin kiddin me, right?!” He laughed more before kissing your cheek and leaning into your ear, “ya looked fuckin perfect” he whispered and moved your phone into your view, before hitting play on the video.

Hours later you sat in your living room watching all the replies to the video, Kenny had opted to sending the video file to the work group chat under the name ‘team building exercise’, and the replies have been coming in ever since, it was safe to say your boss was pleased with the outcome and had already begun planning the next few projects.

More from the ‘Sugar Daddy’ series:

Masterlist (coming soon)

Previous - Kōtarō Bokuto : Training Exercise.

[lazyexcuse]

*Y/n and Levi training*

Levi, wiping the blood from his lips with a smirk: “Oh yeah? Is that the best you can do?”

Y/n, holding back tears: “Yeah actually, I’m trying really hard..”

Levi, standing up straight, shocked: “Oh.. ok.. hey— it’s ok—“

[jeanbie]

Omg hi I don’t know if you take nsfw requests but I was wondering about aot’s favorite positions🥺 your writing is so so good!!

honestly.....i thought this was hard !!! i can't see any of them being overly picky on positions or even having all time favs; over the eras of aot, they all change so much it's actually hard to say...so i tried my best to think semi-objectively :3 absolutely feel free to disagree with ANY of these, everyone has diff interpretations (and i love all of em)

warnings: fem!reader (sorry), sexual content ofc, if u want the girl vers lemme know :D

AOT BOYS & FAV POSITIONS ★ masterlist.

MISSIONARY

“you look so fucking pretty right now—” is the only thing they can think of saying as they bow their chest over yours, watching your face twist as their cock sinks deeper into your cunt. one of your legs is wrapped firmly around their waist or hanging up over their shoulder; this way, they can watch you writhe and whimper whilst also watching the way you suck them up nicely, the way your body tenses and flinches with every thrust they give...

— jean, zeke, niccolo

RIDING

there is no greater joy than leaning back and watching you do your thing. their hands are on your waist, smoothing around your hips and stomach in an effort to distract themselves from simply filling you up and going wild — they love to watch you sinking down on them, your back arched and breasts rising with every rise and fall. they meet your hips by raising their own, finding pleasure in watching your face pull into contorted shapes, hearing the moans and whimpers from your mouth. from down here, they like the control they can have, and on occasion, the submission of doing whatever you tell them to

— levi, armin, porco

BENT OVER

if they can bend you over it, they can fuck you on it. tables, beds, tree trunks, fences, desks, sinks — it’s like they’re trying to fuck you on every possible or available surface they can find. they just love to see the sight of your ass tilted up, hips pressing into a hard surface, legs spread in a desperate attempt to stay upright, all while they drive themselves into you however fast or hard they want to. they can be as gentle or as rough as they want to be; running their hands up your back and between your shoulder blades, or smacking your ass and pulling your hair — everything about fucking you from behind is perfect for them, and by the sounds of things, perfect for you

— eren, floch

[bonus] s4!eren loves to fuck you over a sink or a vanity, anywhere he can pull you back by your hair and make you watch in the mirror. his eyes never leave yours through the glass, his lips whispering the dirtiest things he can possibly think of just to get you to cum around him, to watch yourself unravel in his hands

RIDING THEIR FACE

they are a seat. that’s all they are, all they ever want to be — a seat for their perfect partner. they could spend hours with their tongue up your cunt, hands pressed into your ass or hips as you ride the features on their face. they would happily die of suffocation down here, just as long as you were happy and they got to taste their favourite thing in the world

— connie, onyankopon

GIVING THEM A BLOWJOB

every position is good with their partner, but absolutely nothing beats you on your knees between their legs, their cock in your mouth. a hand in your hair, on your cheek or the back of your neck, they love to watch you take care of them, especially after a particularly long and otherwise bad day. whether it’s simply between their legs as they sit, or as they lie down before bed — or under a desk when there are other people around, nothing will ever top the feeling of your mouth running itself up their dick, or how warm and wet it feels as you take them. 

— ERWIN, bertolt

REVERSE COWGIRL

“comfy, darlin?” with their hands on your hips, they love to help you sink down onto them, using your hips as handles to bring you up and down at whatever pace they fancy. they just love the sight of your face turning back to him with a pleasured look, the muscles in your back tensing whenever he hits that perfect spot up your pussy. seeing you looking like this makes him feel so proud — you’re taking him like its no problem, your ass bouncing on his stomach, toes curling as you set your hands on his legs for balance. he’ll let you take control until you tire, and then the fun can really begin

— reiner, kenny (help)

[luc1-anna]

Riding your someone's face felt so good, but your boyfriend's? Whatever doja cat said about noses must be true since,

You were already an overstimulated crying mess, his hunched nose poking at your folds, tongue throbbing inside your pussy, begging for him to stick something inside of you. Switching from the inside to tasting your outer lips. Your hands gripping onto his head, trying not to fall off as his face was soaked with your bodily fluids.

[leviismybby]

Y'all ever think about Levi's abs flexing when he is fucking you or you're sucking his cock? Because same.

[salaciousdoll]

꒷︶ ̇ ̟ ෆ ‿︵‿ The Salacious Exploits ‿︵‿ ෆ ̟ ̇ ︶꒷

You’re a girl who was brought into this world with riches. Many thought that you had it all but the act of abandonment done by your father says otherwise. Don’t get it misconstrued though, your father is still alive and in your life just doesn’t even glance your way even when you broke into the famous stadium near your house with your friends, leading to sending you away to boarding school. Boarding School was an experience. Getting through that obstacle only to end up at a nice 4 year University. Easy-peasy for you right? except two and a half years later you’re sent to Private College. You hated your mother for thinking what’s best for you but “The Kaizen of Maria” Private College was a risqué experience, way better than boarding school, am I right? Am I? See how you deal with being with the social classes you don’t usually be in. Hardships, flowing red and orange leaves hitting the ground in the opening season of fall, volleyball practices, majors, sexy instructors and classmates, and finally realization of issues.

Be apprised of the warnings before you read below: smut, heavy smut, plot build-up, angst, heavy angst at the end chapters and maybe beginning too, chubby reader in mind but everyone could read, age gap, reader is in her early 20s( 21-23), tw.taboo, teacher/student relationships, reader could be considered hyper feminine and Bimbo/ditzy, very different and wrong depictions of boarding school( just for the plot), trauma( heavy and light), power dynamic relationships, sex with no relations on one side( yours), large age gaps so please be aware, written with black reader in mind but again everyone could read, volleyball player!reader, fashion major!reader, chubby reader in mind but everyone could read, daddy issues are high here but this in no way to describe it in a sexual manner only( this also goes into depths of it), heavy drug use! But the reader is not doing it just watching + dark content!, threesomes, classroom fucking, under the desk, Pervert reader and some characters, size kink but not major, false!corruption kink, reader is very seductive without even doing anything, body fluids( squirting, creampies, cum on body), mention of the younger cast of each series( not everyone though), Fem!reader, the men and Hange are between the ages of (30-50, so exit out this series if you’re uncomfortable), some fluff here and there, a little self indulgent, small descriptions of body parts( cocks, pussy, hair, etc.), heavy body worship, oral( f & m receiving), mentions of alcohol/parties off campus, strict teachers( Nanami, Erwin, and Levi), toxic!relationships, unrequited love( male wise), modern!au, joint modern au, crossover au!

Characters: Erwin smith, Levi Ackerman, Onyankopon, Hange Zoe, Miche Zacharias, Gojo satoru, Geto suguru, Nanami Kento, Toji Fushiguro, Shiu Kong, Hiromi Higuruma, Keith shadis, Kishibe, Eren Kruger, Principal Yaga, Zeke Yeager, Atsuya Kukasabe, Grisha Yeager, Kenny Ackerman, and Choso Kamo

Wc: tba ( tie it up at the end of the series)

ෆ ‿︵‿୨♡୧‿︵‿ ෆ ̟ ̇ ┈•ﾟNote from Salaciousdoll: Thank you to Deja for the pictures/headers, I adore you so much for this because you did this for free and just for your own entertainment, I was so scared to ask you but we up!! 😭 read the warnings carefully everyone. As always, MDNI; 18+ only

Taglist

｡ﾟ•┈୨ CHAPTERS ୧┈• ｡ﾟ

i. The opening of Fall 9/19/23

ii. Friends? 10/1/23

iii. You can’t always get what you want 12/16/23

IV. I wouldn’t do a thing like that, that’s for sure! 1/16/24

V. Be my Daddy(1/24/24)

VI. Ridin’

VII. I put you down because I want you

VIII. Slut Pop

IX. Strawberry Pound Cake

X. Thee Five Star Bitch

XI. Cherry Cola

Xll. Ten men on my line tryna fuck me, your daddy’s the biggest spender

XIII. He calls me lavender

XIV. Just wanna have fun’

BONUS CHAPTERS

XV. Holding hands with an bad old man

XVI. Allure

XVII. Wanna know how red taste?

XVIII. Blood Rush Slut

XIX . Candy Necklaces

XX. French Restaurant

｡ﾟ•┈୨ SALACIOUS PLAYLIST ୧┈• ｡ﾟ

1. Boarding school- Lana Del Rey 2. Party Girls- Victoria Monet

3. Love Language- Sza 4. Open Arms- Sza ft Travis Scott

5. Mermaid Hotel-Lana Del Rey 6. Girl that got away- Lana Del Rey

7. Go Go Dancer- Lana del Rey 8. Off to the Races- Lana del Rey

9. I’m that girl- Beyoncé 10. Rocket- Beyoncé 11. You can be the boss- Lana del Rey

12. French restaurant- Lana del Rey 13. Fucked my way up to the top- Lana del Rey

14. Attention- doja cat 15. Daddy issues- The Neighborhood

16. Older- Isabel larosa 17. Naughty Girl-Beyoncé 18. Valley of the doll- Marina

19. What was I made for- Billie elilish 20. Baby doll- Mariah Carey

21. The roof- Mariah Carey 22. Body Electric- Lana del Rey

23. All Up In Your Mind- Beyoncé

Tagging: @chosoist @honeybleed @emomanswhore @simpingfor-wakasa @happygoluckyalexis @mastermindenoshimaalicia @angelshub and if anyone else wants to be tagged in future chapter, fill out the taglist form.

｡ﾟ•┈© all right reserved to salaciousdoll, she does not give permission to steal, plagiarize, and translate.

[slutforthanatos]

18+ ONLY || MDNI

Men who looove to choke you.

His hips picked up speed, while you moaned beneath him. While his hands were busy pinning your wrists down to the bed, he couldn't help but wonder what it'd be like to see one around your throat.

His hips still, quickly asking you if it's okay. You think on it, and then respond with a small "yes". His hand grabs your throat, not applying too much pressure. He begins to thrust, as you attempt to moan but it comes out in a hoarse whine.

The feeling of his big, veiny hand around your throat while his thick cock is inside of you makes your eyes cross. You arch your back as you cream all around his cock. He mercilessly fucks you until he fills you up with his hot load. He brings his hand back and kisses you passionately, before looking at the very obvious marks on your throat.

Eren, Jean, Kenny Ackerman, Gojo, Toji, Choso + Your Faves!!

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[saintgoths]

ᴛʜᴇ ᴍᴏᴏɴ ᴀɴᴅ ʜᴇʀ ꜱᴇᴄʀᴇᴛꜱ

LEVI ACKERMAN X READER - THE MOON AND HER SECRETS. [AOT AU]

[PART SIX TO THE REALM'S DIAMOND SERIES].

WORD COUNT - 2,413.

RATING - 18+. [slight angst, soft Levi, jealous Levi, m/f sex, riding levi].

[she also has other pairings thus the hashtags but its mainly levi x reader]. comments, liking, following and reblogging would be appreciated!

SUMMARY - levi learns of the blackmail against you and decides to do something about it.

previous chapter - chapter five.

Sometimes you had wondered if you were the most unhappiest girl in the world, destined to fall into society’s chain of what is supposed to be a woman. You had thought your title and connections were to aid you to allow you to be a bohemian, yet alas, men had controlled the world, and you were just a pawn.

Your family had invited the Ackermans to dinner, chiefly, Levi had thought it was best for everyone to get to know each other before the engagement party. You had sat beside Levi, arms low as you had avoided your brother’s look, hands under the table, one had wrapped around your main suitor’s paw, Levi, a keen man had noted the sick look you had attempt to hide, observant, the Ackerman glanced towards his suitress from time to time.

“[Y/N] would fit perfectly in our family,” Kenny smiled, prideful he had sent a charismatic wink towards your way, his brief motion had actually aided you to gain a pinch of confidence, and in response, you had gently smiled towards Levi’s uncle.

“I’m glad to hear that,” your mother smiled, excited that you were marrying into one of the most famous and influential families in du Aurous. Sometimes you could catch the excited bite lip your mother would pass onto your father, and as kickback, you’d scrunch your eyebrows. “Grateful to hear that my dear daughter has been able to gain a suitor like Mr. Ackerman.”

“Call me Levi,” your suitor said and content, your mother’s face brightened. With a quick look towards you, Levi returned his gaze towards your family. “She charmed me.”

Alert, Alan coughed. Annoyed, you had finally looked at your brother before you spoke. “Do you have a problem?” You kindly asked, your sweet tone laced with an underlying distaste.

With bare eyes, your brother clenched his jaw ere he shook his head. “No, no problem,” he said before he picked up his glass and took a sip before he reminded himself to sit up and raise his cuo as he stood up. “I send cheers for my dear sister and Mr. Ackerman,” Alan said, the atmosphere quiet and focused on your brother’s slight tipsy state, the warm candles placed carefully on the long table that had been covered by a fine white cloth made by the best silk, you had still wondered how it never caught on fire.

“I wish my sister, the best and safest life, and a happy future engagement,” Alan said and as he raised his glass higher, the rest clapped their hands together before they had cheered at his hasty speech.

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Before you had stepped outside with Levi, your mother had encouraged you to take one of your shawls fore you stepped into the night cold. Levi had wanted to speak to you privately, in the gardens that he couldn’t help but admire, as his eyes had painted over the setting, you had looked up at the moon, bottom lip tucked behind your teeth as you had gently thought about your future and what was to come.

“If there’s something you want to say, you can tell me,” Levi proposed.

Lips tight, you had thought of what he had just said, you clenched your shawl between your fingers before you moved your face to view him. “I can tell something is bothering you, correction, has been bothering you,” he continued, eyes soft, less cold than they usually were when he spoke to other people.

“Does it have anything to do with what happened yesterday?” He questioned as he then turned his body to face you properly. “If it is, I apologise---”

“It isn’t what you said yesterday,” you eventually said with a sigh. Eyes shyly trained on him, you looked at your main suitor with sad eyes before you spoke. “I’m not sure if I am supposed to marry you.”

Confused, Levi made himself laugh. “After what you have done to make me your main suitor?” He asked, astonished at your indecisiveness.

Arms now crossed; you had forced yourself to pull back your tears that you had felt creeping behind your orbs. You had wanted to speak, so deeply, and keen to know what had made you like this, the Ackerman had brought himself closer to you. “[Y/N],” he softly called. “What made you change your mind?”

With your hands now on your hips, you breathed in deeply to encourage yourself. “I don’t think it’ll be safe for me to do it.”

Confused, Levi pulled his head to the side. “Just tell me.” He painfully encouraged, in distaste of the anticipation.

“I’m being threatened by Sir. Argent,” you had said. “He wants me to marry him and if I do not, he will expose me to the public,” you explained as you pushed the shawl closer to your neck, you looked at your main suitor with wet eyes. “About my time with other men, especially Eren Yeager, he wants me to call off the engagement, along with my brother he has told everything to.”

“My brother, Alan, he is forcing me to marry him.”

“Do not call off the engagement,” Levi said, his voice husk and serious, he looked at you, his once soft eyes, steel with gravity.

Unsure, you shook your head. “I’m not sure.”

“[Y/N], I’ll protect you, I promise,” Levi persuaded, hands on your shoulders, you had gently smiled at his comment. “Come back to my home with me,” he said. “Stay for a while.”

With a frown, you had looked down at the floor. “I don’t think my family will allow it.”

“Do I have to remind you that you’re a suitress?” Levi teasingly asked. “You can do whatever you want. Especially since you’re under my protection.”

With a laugh of relief, you pulled yourself to hug Levi, satisfied of by protection.

༶•┈┈୨♡୧┈┈•༶

With the handle of a small bag within both of your hands, you had stood in front of the outside of the van Richesse manor, you had been surrounded by your family along with the Ackermans, it had been cold, Levi had offered to give his suit jacket to you but you had kindly rejected his attempt. So now, he had directed his attention towards your brother.

“She will be protected,” Levi carefully shared and as you could feel your brother share a look with you, you had awkwardly pulled your hands behind you.

“I hope the two of you will be talking about the engagement and the wedding,” your mother happily chimed and grateful for your mother’s warm presence, you bared your teeth.

“I promise that we will,” you reassured.

Hands clasped; your mother moved towards you. “Oh, that means I’ll have to come over soon, perhaps tomorrow! So Kuchel and I can help plan everything. You know how us mothers cannot be not excited when we our little ones are going tie the knot,” she shared happily, and as if her sentence had flipped a switch in everyone, the rest of the group invited themselves to speak. Levi who had been against the idea of being acknowledged as the “little one.”

As your personal coachman gathered you and Levi to the stagecoach, the both of you had shared your goodbyes before you had moved into the vehicle.

Most of the ride had been quiet, you had sat opposite each other; you who had enjoyed the night sky, and how big the moon had shone over the city, had felt Levi’s metal-like eyes steer into you, as if he had calculated how much your chest moved up and down in breaths and how much your eyelids had blinked. You had turned to him, curious to what was in his mind, he had looked beautiful, his greyish-blue eyes that usually bore into yours had appeared more inquisitive, thoughtful and curious.

His eyelashes had covered most of his eyes, and his usuall full lips were tight, as if he had prepared himself to ask a question that would move you uncomfortable. “You look like you want to say something,” you said and as he properly sat himself up, you spoke again. “Levi, is there something wrong?”

“You used to spend time with Eren Yeager?” He asked and awkward, you had moved your sight to your fingers ere you nodded. “And he had you after we danced at the Annual Ball?”

“Does it bother you?” You questioned. “I wasn’t even sure you were interested in me.”

Sour, Levi looked out of the carriage window.

“Eren and I do not speak any longer,” you softly explained. “We hadn’t, not for a long time.”

“That’s good to hear,” Levi muttered, and with his left hand clenched, he moved his hand towards his lap, unsure if he had wanted to speak any longer, you had pushed the back of your head against the seat and allowed yourself to enjoy the silence.

༶•┈┈୨♡୧┈┈•༶

You had brought your legs close to your chest, comforted by the warm water that had been provided to you by one of the maids that worked in the Ackerman home; you had brought your chin to rest against your kneecaps and softly blew through your mouth as you gently traced your thoughts.

The maid had offered to help you bathe but you had wanted to be alone. Levi had been in his office and you had pampered yourself. You had speculated to what Levi and Kenny would do to protect you, two men who have never known you for a month doing their best to aid you, whereas your brother, who you have known your entire life had been ready to sell you to the bitter man just for the sake of reputation.

As you had comforted yourself in silence along with listening to the quiet splash of the movement of water, you had been aware that the door had creaked open, unmoved and keen that it had been Levi, you heard the way he had taken off his clothes and as you had opened your eyes, you greatly smiled. “Joining me?” You had asked and with a look of tease, the man had carefully moved towards you.

“Of course,” he confirmed and as you gently pushed yourself backwards to make more space, you trained your eyes on your main suitor who had made way to sit opposite you.

Of course, he’d look amazing wet, was what you had thought, he had such an intimidating stare, but the look he normally wore had always moved you into a lustful manner. You had watched how he damped his hair with his currently wet hands, Levi had used his digits to stroke through his straight raven locks, eyes keen on you, aware with the growing redness that spread in your cheeks.

“What are you going to do about Sir Argent?” You asked and as he pulled himself closer to you, you felt the pad of his thumb gently stroke your chin.

“Kenny and I will have it under control,” Levi responded, his voice soft and romantic but anxious, you had furrowed your eyebrows.

“You told Kenny everything?” You questioned.

“I told him of the things that mattered, not of what happened between you and Eren.”

Thankful, you had rested your face against his shoulder. “Thank you, Levi.”

“I want you to feel better,” he muttered and comforted, you had lifted your face to look at him to bring yourself to kiss him.

He had been accepting to your movement, his wet hand pressed against the back of your head as he gently embraced your lips. Softly, you had moaned, smoothly you had dragged yourself to properly sit on his lap and wrap your legs around his waist; Levi who had been quick with his movements had pushed his fingers between your thighs, his mouth had hastily moved up your neck while his lips sucked on your skin leaving his love against you body.

“You like that?” He whispered and responsive, you had nodded, eyes twisted shut you had aided yourself to rub your cunt against his fingers, figure tight as you could feel herself easily cum against his hands, embarrassed, you had pulled yourself back, your eyes doe as you could feel your body ached for more. “Don’t be embarrassed, I normally make you cum that fast.”

Humoured, you had wrapped both of your arms around his shoulders. “So arrogant,” you giggled fore you pressed your mouth against his lips. “Now make me cum again.”

“My pleasure,” he smirked as he smoothly pushed his cock inside of you, his girth had relaxed your body and in content, you had licked your lips as you could feel both of his hands move towards your hips, his arms had possessively folded around your figure and you could feel his warm chest press against yours.

You couldn’t help but moan loudly as he started to roll his body, and while the size of his shaft had stretched you inside, the man had begun to thrust his hips upwards, the length of his sex kissing the softness of your hearth, your hands moved to his shoulders as your moans attempted to keep up with his movements.

“Oh—Levi!” You whimpered as you had arched your back as reflex to the tip of his cock reaching to the depths of your cunt, moved, your eyes had watered. “So deep!” You breathlessly moaned. “Just like that, don’t stop---please!”

“Keep moaning for me,” he sighed, his hold tight as he continued to jerk his hips upwards. “So perfect,” he had moaned. “[Y/N], my [Y/N]!”  He moaned, the heat of his high had hastily made through his body but he had used his strength to hold back his climax. “Keep bouncing like that,” he encouraged.

“Yes! Yes!” You moaned fore, her nectar surged through your body, tired, you had rested your body against his, gratified with how he had resumed to use your body until he began to milk his ropes into you, his eyes heavy as he leaned back against his bath tub, using the time to catch his breath, you could feel the Ackerman pull himself out of you ere he commenced to stroke your hair before he started to whisper sweet nothings in your ear.

“I’ll always protect you pretty bird,” he commented and content, you had smiled as you had tried your best to not fall asleep.

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[killerbananas]

Kitten

Imagine sitting pretty like a good kitty for Kenny.

🔞 mdni | masterlist | 537 wc | afab!reader x Kenny

Warnings: smut; thigh-riding, Dom/sub relationship/lifestyle, Kitten mentality, nipple piercings/chains/collared, degradation/humiliation, punishment, boot humping, overstimulation, creampie, buttplug, double penetration, anal creampie, control kink, breeding, cock warming, probably an over-usage of “kitten”

AN: Repost from my old account.

“C’mon, I thought you knew how to ride anything I put between your legs like it’s second nature to you?”

He’s got you straddled along his thigh, pink collar clasped delicately along your throat, thin, rose gold chains stemming from a heart pendant and connected continuously between each pierced nipple. All it takes is a little tug from the finger he has resting on the looping metal, his finger massive compared to the tiny ringlets stringing your sensitive buds together.

A tug when you slow down, panting. A tug when you get too sloppy, worked up. A tug always to remind you that he knows best what you need, that he will take care of his little kitten.

“Tell me what you want, use your words, and I might give it to you, but you gotta show me you can keep your hips moving for me first. I have to know how serious you are, babygirl.”

It’s too overwhelming and a touch of embarrassment bolsters an obstinance. You stop moving and stare at his scruff-shadowed face, challenging his position.

“Oh, you think you can make me give you what you want just by reading your needy mind? That doesn’t sound like a good girl to me. Now, get your snatch snug to my boot and hump that instead while I get back to work. I’ll tell you when you can stop. That’s how you can earn back your speaking privileges.”

Of course, it can be hard to find the right line you need to tiptoe for him to get the picture, but you remember he knows what’s best for you in these moments and do as you’re told for the time being. A little sniffle gets past your defenses, but you gently work your body to the floor and carefully bring your steaming cunt, barely protected by your ruined panties, right to the black material of his boottop. The small catches for the laces soak up your sopping arousal and stimulate your sensitive folds. As Kenny brings his attention back to his desk and what you’d interrupted him from, you wrap your arms around his calf and get to start writhing in the rhythm requested to slake your soul and cunt clean of misdoings.

He only makes you come twice because you’re not allowed to stop before he gives you reprieve. It comes in the form of the vibrating buttplug he covers in your ample juices when he flips you across a footrest under the table and slowly inserts it past your tight back hole. He keeps his thumb on the shiny jewel that rests between your cheeks while he fucks you open on his cock. He knows how to keep his kitten full, she just has to work for it sometimes. He’ll even take his time, if you really ask nicely, to come in your cunt, let you warm him, then replace the plug with his cock and fuck a load into that hole too.

“My cute cumdumpster. Maybe I should just fuck a litter into you if you’re this damn insatiable. Want me to make you a mommy, kitten?”

You keen a whiny mewl, music straight to his emptying balls as he unloads blissfully deep.

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[tisakoko]

kenny ackerman?? say less

kenny would be the type to fuck you infront of a mirror and have a tight grip on your neck to make sure you’re seeing how well he’s fucking you, every time you would break eye contact he would gently slap your face and remind you “keep lookin’ away and you gon’ get punished baby”

kenny would be the type to have you in doggy style and to pull your hair to bring your back to his chest to bite and whisper sweet nothings into your ear. “you like that doll?” he would ask with a sly smirk on his face, knowing that the only thing you can respond with are unintelligible whines.

kenny would be the type to give you the meanest strokes in doggy too, everytime you put your hand against his pelvis to slow him down, he would just grab both your wrists, hold them against your back and speed up the pace even more.

kenny would be the type to have you in a tight mating press, your legs pressed up against your chest, every deep stroke he feeds you is followed with a little bulge at the base of ur stomach, which he doesn’t refrain from touching.

kenny would be the type to fuck you standing up, your back against the wall, your legs locked behind his back and his strong beefy arms wrapped around ur backside, supporting your weight.

kenny would be the type to have you in the speed bump position, a small pillow residing under your lower abdomen, him laying on top of you, resting his full weight on u with every pound he gives you, he even puts you in a light chokehold between his beefy bicep and veiny forearm ughhh.

kenny would be the type to sometimes let you have full control over him, ride him till he can’t cum no more, sit on his face until you feel satisfied.

kenny would be the type to make you ride his thigh when he’s too busy to fuck you properly, he has one hand on your waist, guiding you back and forth on his thigh, the other, busy writing down stuff for work, he’ll let you get off like this till you feel like your desire has been quenched.

overall, kenny is just nghhhh

[umeoniii]

breeding w/ aot men 4 100 followers!

starring: eren, levi, reiner, kenny , & armin

!: fem bodied reader, nsfw, breeding kink obvi, eren bein a meanie, orgasm denial kinda in erens, age gap 4 kenny, lil bit of toxic relationship in armins, lowkey all the men are whiny ;)

a/n: rq ik yall looking like “KENNY?! LEVIS FUCKING UNCLE KENNY?!” YES, please guys you guys don’t understand how bad i need this old man, i want him to breed me frl. also for any1 new jean isn’t on here bcs i literally just did breeding 4 him!!

∘❀♡❀∘

eren:

 “so fuckin’ good for me.” eren panted, thrusting his dick into you. you never thought joking about wanting a baby to eren was gonna result to him putting you in a mating press on the bed. 

“hell yeah eren i would love a baby. a cute lil’ mini us. wouldn’t that be amazing.” you laughed holding up some baby clothes to your figure.

“what if i were to give you one?” he asked with a straight face looking at one of the shirts. it was a cute pink onesie that said “daddy’s girl.” 

you ignored him trying not to start anything in the store. 

on the way home you saw a look in his eyes through the mirror. you knew the look, the look of aggression and hunger. he was serious about the question he asked in the store, you weren’t.

when you got home and started to cook in the kitchen he came behind you, huge hands placed on your hips. he stood behind you his head placed in the crook of your neck. you sat quiet, waiting for him to speak first. 

“i was serious y/n.” he paused, digging his nails into your hips, kneeding the flesh. “i actually wan’ get ya’ pregnant. you’d be so cute, we’d be tied for life.” he said, you felt his stare burn holes into you. 

you put down the wooden spoon and stopped stirring the pasta. “s-sure.” you mumbled under your breath. 

“sure what? that didn’t specify anything.” you felt his hot breath against your neck, goosebumps started to raise throughout your body. 

“you can attempt to get me pregnant.” you turned towards him seeing the greedy look in his green eyes. he walked off to your bedroom leaving you standing before the stove. 

you turned around turning off the stove and walked to your bedroom where you saw eren sitting on the bed fully undressed with nothing on but the necklace you had got him with your initial on it.

as soon as you got in the room he pulled down your trousers and panties, pushing you onto the bed. he pushed your thighs up to your boobs leaving your tummy with slight rolls. 

“i don’t even feel like taking off that fuckin’ shirt, need to get you filled.” 

he muttered aligning his cock to your achy hole. 

he rubbed his tip through your folds then your clit. he smirked while teasing you. 

“eren st-“ you gasped as he pushed himself into you so aggressively. his long strands of brown hair tickled your face as he thrusted into you squeezing your thighs. 

“ m’ for reals baby, im gonna knock you up , you can’t do anything about it.” he groaned holding your shaky form close to his broad chest. 

“fuck eren, feels so good.” you whined grabbing at his back. 

“i bet it does you slut.”

if this is how it felt to have eren impregnate you, you’d have 1 million kids. your brain was still foggy as you saw his bulge in your abdomen.

“you feel so fuckin good, u want the baby to be in you just like i am right?” he said chuckling to himself.  you nodded eyes tightly shut.  you felt his heavy balls slapping your pussy. 

you felt as he slid his hands under your shirt, playing with your  hardened nipples. you yelped softly from the contact. he quickly bought your lips together, kissing you harshly. his tongue swirling around your mouth and licking at your lips and cheek. 

he backed up away from the kiss.

“im gonna cum into your pretty pussy, ‘n give you so many kids.” he groaned into your ear, his fat cock twitching and pulsing inside of you. you looked at him as his eyebrows knitted together.

 he moaned and grunted as he released his seed into you. “fuck fuck fuck.” he gripped onto you breasts harder. 

he pulled out kissing you on the cheek. 

“don’t worry about cumming baby, we’ve got plenty more times we’re gonna try.” he panted.

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levi:  

levi gave you a confused look asking you to repeat what you just said. 

“i said i wanna have your baby.” you said looking up at him. 

“please vi’ baby, i think im ready to have a baby, i know it’s a big responsibility but we can do it.” you whined while he still looked at you confused. 

“im not sure y/n. the way you talk about a baby… it sounds like you’re begging for a puppy.” he scoffs looking at you laying on his belly. 

you turned around away from him. and the two of you sat in silence for a while. 

levi was contemplating it, children were a lot and they’d be there for your whole life. he didn’t really have an issue, he wanted you to prove just how much you wanted a child though.

“how do i know you just don’t wanna have sex, unprotected at that?” he said.

you laughed softly to yourself, “no im so serious, i actually have very bad baby fever. i want you to be a daddy levi.” you turned looking at him with a sparkle in your eyes and a cute smile. 

the way the word slipped out of your mouth, daddy, it aroused him. he wanted you to say it more. 

“okay then.” he said sitting up and patting his lap. 

you sat down on his lap and wrapped your arms around his neck giving him a soft kiss on the lips. he ran his hands up and down your body looking up at you. he pulled off all of your clothes and you took off his. 

he was quick to attach his mouth to your breasts licking and sucking on your sensitive buds. he squeezed and played with your free breast. you looked and ran your fingers through his raven black hair, slowly riding his thigh hoping he wouldn’t notice. 

he continued licking, leaving your breasts warm, you gasped and moaned from the pleasure he gave you. 

“shit, i want you on my cock hun.” he detached from your breast a string of saliva following. 

you moved his erect dick and lowered yourself onto him. you both groaned when he was inside. 

you held levi close to your chest as you started riding him slowly, soft grunts escaping both of your lips occasionally. it felt so good having him inside of you, he made you feel like you were on a one way trip to heaven. he knew just the way to touch you, just the way to thrust. you heard him mumbling from inside your breasts. 

“cant wait to be a daddy for you. for us. and for you to be a mama. you’ll do so good, you’re already a good mommy without a baby inside you.” 

your soft thighs and his rubbed together, your cream coating his cock. you went blank as you felt your orgasm coming, levi’s head was still close to your chest. 

“im about to cum levi. are you close baby?” you brought his head up with you finger tips.

he nodded, his eyes shutting close. 

you continued riding him feeling him get deeper. you felt your orgasm wash over you like a wave. you came undone, feeling euphoric as you held levi close. 

he felt how you tightened around him and held you tightly. whispering inaudibly about how much he loved you. 

cumming inside of you he held you closely, groaning into the crook of your neck.  

you sat catching your breath, feeling your cum and his seep onto his lap slowly. you looked into his eyes in a daze. he was out of it as well, he leaned back onto the head board holding you to his chest. 

he kissed your head rubbing your back slowly. you couldn’t wait to have his children.

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reiner: 

you and reiner had just came back from dinner. he had taken you to a rooftop restaurant for your anniversary, never settling for less. 

you had entered the cool apartment sending a chill down your spine.  the two of you sat on the couch, the lights and moon from outside being the only thing illuminating the two of you.

you and reiner had a little bit much to drink, you could tell by the way his grabby hands lingered on your body. he pulled you closer, sitting you on his lap. your ass brushed against his hard cock. he kissed at your neck the scent of tequila persistently swaying in the air as he whispered in your ear. 

“fuck y/n i love you, i got you some more gifts, they’re gonna be here tomorrow.” 

“okay reiner.” you groaned rubbing his leg.

he kissed you on the cheek, his stubbly beard and mustache scratching you softly. 

“that necklace looks so good on you babe.” he said looking at the pendant.

you smiled at him, kissing him on the lips.

“fuck, i need you so much baby, let me show you how much i need you.” he whispered into your ear. you looked at him and brought your hands to his hard cock, palming him through his pants. 

“really?” you whispered teasingly

“yes really” he breathed shakily 

he didn’t even wait for an answer, he grabbed your cheeks pulling you into an aggressively hungry kiss. squeezing your fleshy ass in the process. 

still making out with him, you worked your hands down twoards reiner’s pants. unbuttoning them, you slid your hand into his underwear pumping him softly. the kiss started to vibrate as he moaned from the pleasure. 

“fuck y/n you gotta stop before i cum already.” he laughed breathily. 

he layed you on your stomach onto the couch, pulling off your red silk dress, underwear and bra.

“fuck you’re such a cutie y/n, seeing you like this is enough to make me finish.” he pushed your hair behind your ear to whisper.

he pulled down his pants, and boxes freeing his fat cock. his crimson tip leaky with precum.

he put his large hands over your ass for leverage, shoving himself into you as quick as possible. 

the sudden feeling of being full prompted you to yelp inside of the fluffy pillows on the couch. 

“fuck baby you’re so wet and tight, im already outta breath. gonna make you feel so good.” he grunted thrusting slowly. 

you whined as he thrusted very slowly, hands on both sides of your waist. 

“reiner go faster.” you hiccuped, his slow pace doing almost nothing for you. 

he sped up a little, whimpering in the process. 

“you feel so good y/n ‘m gonna fuck a baby into you. ‘s gonna feel so good.” he said as he stuffed his cock in between your puffy lips.

he leaned down, his chest making close contact to your back. 

“you love it dont you y/n?” his deep sultry voice whispered into your ear. 

he sped up his pace, his balls slapping your ass and the back of your thighs. 

you mewled deeply into the pillow, black stains now covering them from the mascara running down your cheeks. 

“just like that reiner, so so good.” 

he gripped your hair, the sound of your bodies slapping together being the only sound in the whole apartment.

reiner’s pace started to slow as he was getting closer. his hips bucking into your thighs. 

“ im gonna cum inside of you gorgeous.” he said as he filled you up, his pace becoming irregular as he tried to get you to finish. 

you cried out his name into the pillow, your nails digging into the arm of the velvet couch. 

your pussy tightened around his cock, draining him even more as you came all over his dick. 

he pulled out of you slowly, your cum and his spilled out of your pussy onto your thighs. 

 reiner fell on top of your back laying down on your. kissing your back and your cheeks.

“happy anniversary gorgeous.”

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kenny: 

“yer’ quiet the lively one ain’tcha?” you looked up at the older man hovering over you. 

“yes, sir’” you said, completely stopping from dancing. 

“ya know, you’re a very beautiful girl. how’d you like to party with a cowboy, i can tell it wouldn’t be your first rodeo.” he winked 

you thought about it long and hard. he was clearly way older than you, but oddly enough he was attractive for a man who could be your father, hell maybe even your grandfather. he stood very tall, black hair to his shoulders and a cowboy hat. 

you did question why a random older guy came up to you asking for sex. maybe it was the way you had dressed tonight. or maybe the way you were dancing provocatively onto a few girls you had met earlier that night. 

either way you weren’t gonna fuck an old guy with no money. 

“so how bout’ it?” he said grinning over you.

“ $350, no lower.” you stated, staring at your pedicured nails. walking over to a table sitting down with your drink. 

“why so high? you’re not tryna trouble an old man like me are ya?”  he said jokingly sitting next to you, alcohol lingering from his breath. 

“im serious, it wouldn’t go well with my conscious having sex with an old man for no money.” you looked at him batting your eyelashes. 

“what are ya, a prostitue?” 

“no, i just have morals and having sex with a man well over 40 ain’t one of ‘em.” 

he chuckled.

“just cause you’re stubborn i’ll give you $400.” 

“really?!” you looked over at him, pupils large. 

“yeah, what’s your name sweetie?”

“what’s yours”

“i asked you first darlin’ “ he said slightly aggravated 

“i’ll only tell you if you tell me first.” you slurped your caipirinha. 

“you can call me kenny hun’ “ he rubbed your thigh.

��it’s y/n” 

“that’s a very pretty name, say y/n let’s take it on somewhere else.” 

you nodded. 

you thought he was gonna take you somewhere more civilized. like a motel or his home. instead he took you out to his truck, it was surprisingly not that messy. he pushed you into the back seat and ordered you to take off your clothes.

“are you gonna at least take me to a motel or something?” you whined aggravated.

“im a busy man princess, i can but just know it’s gonna come out of that $400.” he chuckled holding your chin.

“fine.” you removed your clothes.

he looked over you, “you’ve got a mighty fine body.” he said groping your breasts. soft mewls leaving your mouth. 

he licked at your soft nipples, turning hard from his warm tongue. he bit and sucked on your bud causing you to writhe in his padded car seat. he licked down your whole body to your soaking wet pussy.

“yer’ cunnie’s even cuter.” he groaned kissing your folds. he slipped his long thin fingers inside of you, curling them slightly going in and out. 

you covered your mouth in attempts not to let him know that it felt nice. 

“it’s okay pretty, sing for me.” he smirked rubbing at your thighs. 

he took off his hat putting it onto your head. he removed his fingers replacing them with his mouth. smacking and slurping at your pussy while rubbing your clit. 

“feels so good, mr kenny sir.” you gasped your hands entangled into his dark black hair. he stuffed his tongue into your tight hole, rubbing just the right spots. 

it felt great, until he stopped. before you can inquire why, he undid his belt, pulling down his trousers, revealing his happy trail, then his hard heavy dick. 

he spread your legs then sat in between them, entering himself

into you. he pulled you onto his lap  as he started fucking you. your held him tightly moaning his name aloud. 

“fuck sweetie yer’ makin’ me feel so good.” he grunted slamming into your gspot. 

“fuck you’re gonna let me cum into ya right? im gonna knock you up princess.”  you nodded your head tears pricking at your eyelashes. 

he kissed you deeply the taste of rum and lime mixing in your mouths. your cream coated his cock and balls as he nibbled on your neck, his large hands sitting on your breasts, twisting and pinching your sensitive nipples.

“oh god kenny i think im gonna cum.” you hiccuped in his ear. 

“go ahead cowgirl.” he grunted heavy balls slapping your pussy. 

you held on close to him, your pussy gliding on his shaft. you shut your eyes as your cunt gripped onto him, white cum coating his dick. he continued bouncing you on top of him, the truck shaking from all of your movements. 

he gripped onto your ass harder as his cock twitched, releasing his hot semen inside of you. 

he panted, hair sticking to his forehead from his sweat. you leaned your head on his shoulder out of breath.

“that was so good sir.” you said in between breaths 

“do i still gotta pay you?” he said breathy

“no, you’re fine. let’s do it again though.” 

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armin: 

you and armin had gotten into your  100th argument that month, or at least it felt like it. it was always over petty things and armin never tried to make things better. 

“well maybe if you’d never moved my stuff this would’ve never happened.” armin groaned

“armin this wasn’t my fault, it shouldn’t have been on the floor like that, all i was trying to do was get it out of the way so no one would step on it.” you crossed your arms. 

“you know what never mind let’s just stop.” he said clearly aggravated. he walked into the dining area and sat at the table by himself for a few hours. 

you got up and told him that you ordered some food and that it was here. 

“leave it, i’ll get it later.” he said quietly scrolling on his phone. you nodded going back to your room, continuing to get ready to go off to a party with your friends. 

when you came out it the tight, revealing black dress armin stared at you in disbelief. 

“where are you going?” he stood up.

“out with my friends.” you put on your earrings,  “you’ve been giving me a hard time lately, i gotta cool off, get drunk, smoke, i don’t know but i gotta do something.” 

“please y/n don’t go, im sorry about earlier.” he came up behind you giving you a hug. 

“im serious im going out, you just eat. and no i’m not gonna cheat on you while i’m out. so don’t even try to start it” you said grabbing your purse and leaving out the door. 

while you were gone armin sat alone at the table, by himself. getting up to take a shower and go to bed.

when you came back a few hours later you went into the room to see him sprawled on the bed in nothing but his sweatpants. you sat on the bed taking off your heels when he grabbed your arm.

“hm what is it baby?” 

“did you have fun?” he asked sleepily trailing his fingers down your forarm.

“yes it was fun.” you laughed thinking about the night’s events. 

“im glad you had fun.” he kissed your cheek. “lemme help you undress.” 

he slid your dress straps off your arm and you pulled the rest of the dress down. revealing the white and red lingerie you were wearing under.

“why’re you wearing this?” he asked 

“i was planning on trying to get things right with you when i came home.” you whispered in his ear sending shivers down his spine. 

he sat up sitting next to you, admiring your body in the lingerie. the curves of your breast, the way he could see your pussy through the panties. he pushed you down on to the bed softly, sinking into the covers he rubbed his hands up and down your body.

he moved his hands down to your panties rubbing your clit through them. you moaned softly, bucking your hips against his fingers. 

he pulled your panties to the side stuffing your wet pussy with his slim fingers. you gasped softly just as he touched the right spots. 

he used his free hand to unhook the back of your bra freeing your breasts. he then groped your tits, squeezing and pinching your pebbled nipples causing you to squirm.

when he got up, you could clearly see the print of his cock through his sweatpants. causing you to get more aroused thinking of the things he’d do to you with it.

you slipped your underwear off as he pulled down his sweatpants. he teasingly rubbed his tip through your wet slit a few time before stuffing himself inside. he put your legs around his waist, fucking you softly. 

“fuck you feel so good armin.” you moaned looking at the ceiling, your breasts bouncing up and down. 

he moaned softly sliding his cock in and out of your wet greedy cunt. as he thrusted back and forth you could feel him in your abdomen, with the way he was fucking you it felt like he was hitting your brain.

“god y/n you make me so mad sometimes, but i still love you either way, can’t help but adore your adorable face and body.” he grunted while trying to contain himself inside of you. 

he thrusted even harder his hands gripping your sides as his skin slapped against the  back of your thighs,  getting more red from all of the harsh contact. 

“im gonna cum armin.” you hiccuped 

“i want you to come all over my dick.” a smirk tugged on his lips 

“im gonna cum inside of you y/n, im gonna cum so much it’s gonna give you a baby.” moaned into your ear

his words bringing you closer to climax as you gripped onto him, nails red painted nails scratching onto his back. leaving marks that would be tended to later on.

“ah armin.” you gasped as you tightened around his dick, practically squeezing him dry.

his pace became sloppy as he tried to keep up with himself, “im gonna stuff you. im gonna fill your womb with a baby. ” he whimpered in your ear releasing himself all inside of your cunt. he thrusted riding out his high before he stopped, mouth agape panting. 

he indulged in a soft kiss from you groping your breasts. 

“fuck sometimes it’s so hard being mad at you.” 

                               ♡

a/n2: sorry this took a lil long… i hope u guys like it, sorry if i’m not perfect at writing with breeding. also ik i said i was gonna do 6 men but that was lowkey a lot considering i couldn’t really think of anymore characters… but thank u guys for 200 i love you all <33

[kenny-ackermanswife2]

SOMEBODY PLEASE DO MORE KENNY ACKERMAN SMUT!!! I please you guys there isn’t enough stories PLEASEEEEEEE!!

[lazyexcuse]

Y/n, sighing: “I.. have something to get off my chest Sir..”

Levi, internally: “please be your shirt, please be your shirt—“

[starstruckkittensweets]

“Snowdrop” Pt. II (Kenny x Reader)

Fandom: Attack on Titan  Pairing: Kenny x Reader  Words: 8.1k 

A/N: It’s been...84 years since I last posted the first part. It stands on its own but it doesn’t dabble into *the good stuff*, and thankfully this one does! It’s strange returning to a fic after so much time has passed, especially with a character I don’t always write for! Nevertheless I hope you guys enjoy this one! 

Warnings: 18+ only (minors please DNI), medieval setting, fallen kingdoms, heavy swearing, hunting and animal death, talk of killing and fighting, Reader practices archery and actively hunts, soulmate bonds, Reader realizing she may or may not be h-word for her soulmate, Reader is also a virgin, oral sex (f. and m. receiving), dirty talk, hair pulling 

Part I | Part II | Part III 

Through some unspoken arrangement, you start traveling with him officially. He no longer talks about leaving you, and you no longer berate him about the queen. Instead, the two of you spend your days traveling through the remains of the kingdom—the same one your parents loved so dearly—eager to get as far away as you possibly can. At night, you sleep beneath the canopy of the nearby forest, or right underneath the stars, if Kenny is in a particularly good mood. Those nights are few and far between, but they’re your favorites.

Slowly but surely, you realize life with Kenny Ackerman isn’t as bad as you thought it would be. Sure, he’s still rough around the edges, and his mouth seems to grow fouler every day, and there’s no changing his huntsman nature any time soon. But he talks to you a bit more than he used to. He actually shuts up and listens when you tell him the stories your father used to tell you—about the vast forests, the rushing rivers and crashing waterfalls, and everything along those lines. Once in a while, he’ll even ask you about your old life, back before Frieda took over the kingdom and became queen. Those seem to be his favorite stories to hear, although he’ll probably never admit it.

It’s the little things you grow to enjoy. The usual tossing of the scratchy brown blanket on colder nights. The exaggerated grumble in his voice as he pays for your meals along with his own. The way he tips his hat over his eyes, as if he thinks it’ll hide his face completely—and sometimes, if he’s really annoyed with you, he’s swipe his hat off and slap it right on your head, before walking off as though nothing had happened. That’s happened more than either of you care to admit, but every time it does, you always have a hard time wiping that damn smile off your face.

Maybe it’s the soulmate thing. Yeah, it has to be.

But life with him has been far from easy. There are still ruffians out there, secretly working for Frieda, searching every city and village for even the faintest trace of you. They’re all the same to you, whether they’re castle guards, off-duty knights, or just simple villagers looking for a reward from their beloved queen. Although you’ve traded your torn skirts for tunics and trousers (at Kenny’s suggestion), your face is still recognizable. You’re nowhere near safe, despite the lies you tell yourself at night. It’s a hard truth to accept, but one of these days, you know Kenny will no longer be here to protect you.

You have to be ready when that day comes.

“Teach me to fight.”

For the first time since you met him, Kenny looks genuinely shocked. He lowers his blade, the small cleaning cloth dangling from his fingertips. His eyes are wider than you’ve ever seen them; in this bright afternoon sun, in the heart of this forest’s clearing, you notice just how strong those flecks of blue are—and how…captivating they can actually be.

You expect him to laugh, like he always does whenever you say something he deems ridiculous. Or brush you off, or ignore you completely. But instead, he keeps staring at you, his mouth pressed into a thin, tight line.

“No.”

You blink. “Why not? Isn’t it better if I should know?”

He must know it, too. He can’t keep protecting you forever. Worst case scenario, if the two of you end up being separated, you have to be prepared to defend yourself. Besides, it would take some of the weight off his shoulders, if he knew you could handle yourself in a fight. So why is he against the idea in the first place?

He lowers his eyes, scraping the cloth along the blade once more. “You shouldn’t have to learn.”

“But why not?”

When he doesn’t answer you, you take a seat across from him on the forest floor, crossing your legs in front of you. His eyes flicker up to meet yours, but only for a split second. Finally, with a heavy sigh, he decides to give you an answer.

“It’s dirty business. A hole you can’t crawl out of. It’s hard to stop once you start. And I know you wanna learn and all,” he cuts you off, the moment you open your mouth, “but just listen to me. You shouldn’t have to do that to yourself.”

You keep your lips sealed, waiting for him to continue. He clears his throat, places his blade down, and leans in close to you. His knee brushes against your own, rustling the red-brown leaves below.

“Listen, kid. You think you’d be able to kill someone, if you had to?”

You want to say yes so badly, just to prove him wrong and insist you can take it. But as the words sink in, you realize the weight of what you’re asking of him—and what he’s asking you, right now.

You remember that fight in the tavern, just a few weeks ago. How you flinched away when Kenny brought his knife to the balding man’s throat. How you kept replaying the sound of his blood spilling onto the stone floor, over and over again in your head for nights on end. How the sound haunted you, every time you closed your eyes.

Could you really be able to do that to someone? End their life with a clean stroke, just like that? Even if they were totally deserving of it…would you be able to swing that blade?

Maybe taking a life had more weight to it than you’d originally thought. Maybe, just maybe, being a huntsman for most of his life had taken a toll on Kenny, in ways you couldn’t even begin to imagine.

Still, you’re persistent as ever. You shake your head and look him directly in the eye, hoping you’ll be enough to convince him.

“If it came down to it—if it’s my life or theirs—I think I could do it.”

He stares at you for a long time after that. Seconds blend into minutes, and for a moment, you wonder if you’ll spend the rest of the day here, staring at each other until the sun goes down.

Suddenly, Kenny shakes his head, tipping his hat over his eyes—and a breathless laugh leaves his lips. Not a mocking one, but a real one.

“Fine, have it your way, kid.” He pushes himself off the ground, and you’re quick to follow his lead. “You have any experience with weapons?”

A silly question to ask a princess, but you were lucky enough to have a father who had a passion for hunting and fighting in his spare time. “I used to practice with a bow.” You used to spend hours out in the meadows with your father, hitting that silly red target until your fingers ached from the cold.

“Tch, a coward’s weapon.”

Your skin prickles at his voice. “No it’s not!”

But Kenny seems so sure of himself—and judging by the smirk on his face, he’s having way too much fun riling you up. “Sure it is. You like to stand back and hit your target from a distance. Stay away from the actual fight. I’ve seen it before.” His fingers dance along the handle of his blade, the one he always seems to go for in the heat of battle. “Now this—this will win you fights. Not some shitty bow and a few arrows.”

You roll your eyes at his dismissive tone. He might be right, but you’re not about to give up. You have a special bond with shooting a bow. Even now, nearly a decade later, it still reminds you of your father.

“I don’t care. My father taught me how to use a bow. I’m not going to give up on it.”

For a moment, Kenny’s face softens, and you think you see something flash in those dark blue eyes of his. But then he’s turning away from you, heading over toward the pair of horses you’ve tied up a few yards away, right at the edge of the clearing. His black stallion snorts, and the silver mare blinks sleepily at you.

A spare gray blanket is draped across his stallion’s back, hiding the stash of weapons Kenny always likes to cart around. He’s picked up a few new blades over the last couple weeks, adding a new sword or two to his collection. But his favorites have always been the knives—especially the curved one he always polishes. It’s probably the only one he ever bothers to clean and keep nice.

“Stubborn little shit,” he grumbles, tossing the blanket off to the side. “No use in changing your mind, is there?”

You tilt your head, lips already parted to ask what he means by that—but then he turns around, and your throat tightens at the sight before you.

It’s an old bow, but still strong and sturdy. You’ve seen this kind before; in fact, it’s the same kind of longbow your father used to practice with. Made of yew with a strong bowstring, and a simple but elegant look to it. Beautiful in its own fierce way.

How long has he had this for? This is the first time you’ve seen it, and you definitely would’ve remembered him snatching up a bow as beautiful as this one from the knights and guards you’ve encountered. Has he been hiding this from you, for all this time?

He all but shoves the bow into your trembling hands. The yew is smooth, practically polished, and the grip made of firm leather. You trace your finger down the curve, savoring the gorgeous sight in absolute silence.

“Take it,” he grumbles, and his hand lifts up to touch the brim of his hat. “Don’t have much use for those kinds of weapons, anyway…”

A soft thank you dances along the tip of your tongue—but your mouth is too dry to get the words out. And when he reaches around to hand you a small quiver, your throat begins to burn.

“If you want, I can get you some more arrows. They’re always easy enough to find. So just deal with these for now.”

There are six arrows in the quiver—more than enough to practice with. Steel arrowheads, white feathers, and just as sturdy as the bow itself. Seeing them now makes you think of all those memories you have, of watching your father practice shooting his bow in the meadows behind the castle. Of the whistling sound each of the arrows made, and the slice of the bowstring in the warm summer air. And then, of the smile he would send your way, and the way you eagerly clapped for him, before begging him to teach you how to shoot. Even at a young age, you were desperate to be more like him.

Your chest feels tight. For the first time in almost a decade, you feel as though you have a piece of your father right beside you. As though he’s not completely gone—at least, not anymore.

“…Well?” You tilt your head up and blink at the huntsman, who stares at you expectantly. “Aren’t ya gonna thank me, or what?”

Heat crashes over your face. “Oh, yes! Thank you… It really means a lot to me, Kenny.”

It’s rare that you ever use his first name, just as he never really uses yours. But hearing it now seems to soften his face, and he pulls his hat even further down his face. A moment later, his hand is against the top of your head, fingers ruffling through your messy hair.

“Just don’t point that thing at me. Ain’t lookin’ to get killed just yet.”

So you practice. For hours and hours, until the sun starts to sink against the horizon. Leaves are tinted with orange, dark shadows coil around the forest floor. The bow feels natural in your hand—strong, dependable, and part of you.

But it’s also been so long since you’ve actually held a bow in your hands, much less shot an arrow and hit your target. Six years in the castle dungeons has taken its toll on you, and you’ve nearly forgotten how to reign in your strength and position your body in all the right ways. It’s strenuous work, but you’re more than happy to have a bow back in your hands.

You barely pay any attention to Kenny, who’s seated in the shade of a nearby tree, still polishing that stupid curved blade of his. Once in a while, you’ll catch him staring at you, before he scoffs, rolls his eyes, and turns back to his work. You only shrug your shoulders and continue practicing. He can make his comments all he likes—nothing can put a damper on your mood now.

You start out small, getting a feel for the bowstring and how it snaps against the yew. Then, you try it with an actual arrow. You’re not surprised when you completely miss your target. You just have a lot of catching up to do.

Arrow after arrow, you practice your aim and your stance. But you’re so engrossed in your training that you barely take note of your surroundings, or the footsteps that inch closer to your spot in the center of the clearing. You don’t even notice until something warm rests on your shoulder, and a shadow crosses your own on the orange-tinted grass.

“Don’t curl your shoulder,” Kenny grunts, setting your shoulder back. “And relax your arm. No wonder your aim is shit, with a stance like that.”

You have half a mind to snap at him, but you follow his advice. Rolling your shoulder, relaxing your arm—it all starts to feel natural. The lessons with your father come flooding back to you, one after another.

And suddenly, you’re back in the meadows behind the castle, with your father positioned behind you. His hands are over your own, directing the bow to the center of your target, whispering words of encouragement in your ear. Lessons with him used to make you feel so warm and safe—only on those days did you feel truly safe, that no one would dare try to hurt you. Now, you feel something a little similar, with Kenny helping you instead of your father. But his warmth is much different than your father’s, if you can even call it that to begin with.

The tips of his fingers press into your lower arms, calloused palms brushing along your skin. His breath falls over your shoulder, and for a brief moment, you almost forget to breathe. That’s when you feel the inside of your wrist begin to burn—right where those three damn words are written into your skin. You grip your bow tighter and take aim at the tree, but almost immediately, Kenny tugs your shoulder back.

“I said don’t curl it,” he grumbles, and you can almost see him rolling his eyes. “For fuck’s sake, kid. Listen for once.”

“I am,” you hiss between clenched teeth. But to your surprise, there’s no real malice in your tone. “Why are you even helping me? I thought you said this was a coward’s weapon.”

“Shut it. If you’re gonna insist on using it, you might as well learn to use it properly.”

You take aim again, purposely refusing to curl your shoulder (and rolling your eyes when you do), and point the arrow in the direction of the tree. The bowstring rests against your lips, the familiar tension sending a shiver down your spine. The huntsman’s hands trail down your arms, keeping them steady against the warm wind.

“Don’t forget to breathe.” You can feel your skin pebble at his voice, hot breath spilling down the back of your neck.

Breathe in, breathe out. You close your eyes and reopen them. The wind caresses the loose strands of your hair, pressing gentle kisses along your face.

The bowstring snaps forward, and there’s a thunk as the steel arrowhead lodges itself into the rough bark of the tree.

“Ha! I did it!” You beam up at Kenny, who watches you with a lopsided smile on his face. “I finally hit it!”

His palm covers the top of your head, mussing up your hair for the millionth time today. For some reason, though, you feel cold when he pulls himself away.

“Nice job, kid. Keep it up and you’ll be a sharpshooter in no time.”

Is that so? The thought makes you smile. If only your father could see you now…

But when Kenny starts to turn away from you, your heart drops to your stomach. Suddenly, your mouth moves before your mind can.

“Thank you, for helping me out. I really appreciate it. You know, even if it’s a coward’s weapon.”

The inside of your wrist itches when the words leave your lips. Kenny stares at you, eyes a dark shade of blue in the light of the dying sun. Perhaps it’s just the orange tint of the sunset—but you swear you can see a splash of pink dancing across his cheeks.

“…Whatever.” He turns away fully, tugging the brim of his hat down over his eyes. “Just keep practicing. And don’t get yourself killed.”

He doesn’t talk to you for the rest of the night, but you don’t mind. In fact, this is the first time you actually enjoy the silence between you. It actually feels natural.

For the first time in years, you fall asleep with a smile on your face, with your fingers curled around the yew bow, and Kenny’s stupid scratchy blanket draped over your shoulders.

The next few weeks are spent wandering the forests, practicing your aim and your stance. When you get tired of shooting at trees, Kenny suggests shooting at animals—the smaller ones, of course. At first, you’re appalled, but then you realize winter’s only a few months away. The two of you won’t be able to rely on tavern food forever.

Kenny helps you with picking out game. Squirrels, wild turkeys, rabbits—it’s all food, one way or another. Meat is meat, and as Kenny insists all the time, “It tastes much better if you kill it yourself.”

It makes you sick, the first time you bring down a rabbit. But once it’s skinned and cooked (and the urge to vomit has left your throat), your growling belly wins you over. The meat…isn’t as bad as you thought it would be. But maybe that just has to do with the way Kenny prepares it.

But once you get comfortable with the practice, Kenny leaves the hunting to you. He prefers to set snares around whatever campsite the two of you make for the week, instead of going after game himself. You can see his reasoning—one morning, the two of you woke up to see a belt of fat rabbits hanging from the snares he set a few days before. When you ask him about it, he simply shrugs his shoulders.

“Don’t really like to get my hands dirty out here. Snares are cleaner than knives, anyway.”

Yet, he doesn’t have a problem with killing people. But you keep your mouth shut. You don’t want to get on his bad side so early in the morning.

It takes about a month or so for you to realize the changes in your behavior—both professional and personal. You don’t stick your nose up to hunting for game anymore. You’ve gotten used to the nighttime chill that settles in your bones when the sun goes down. Kenny’s soft snores become a comfort, rather than an aggravation. In fact, when it comes to the huntsman—your soulmate, the voice in your head is quick to remind you—you’re starting to find yourself feeling more and more at ease with him. Dare you say it, you’re starting to trust the man.

You blame the marks on your wrists, the stupid promise of soulmates written on your skin. But something tells you there’s more than that. There’s more than the words that keeps drawing you toward him.

And as the summer months go on, you suspect he might be feeling the same way.

He ruffles your hair more often than not. He gives you gruff compliments every time you bring back game. On colder nights, you lean in close and drape half of the brown blanket over his lap. This particular practice quickly becomes a ritual, and even when it’s warm out, you rest your head on his shoulder and snuggle in close. He mutters under his breath about it, but he never shoves you away. Instead, he lets you stay and sleep with him, silently watching over you with his knife in his hand.

You’re starting to feel safe with him—but that’s what scares you the most.

Because these feelings of warmth and protection and security…aren’t that simple. You enjoy the way he feels against you at night, with his shoulder pressed against your cheek. You enjoy the constant head pats and scarce compliments—even if they are a little backhanded sometimes. The way he looks at you, the way he holds you, the way he pulls you close every time the two of you come across a new village or town—everything sends a shiver down your spine.

You enjoy his attention. You want more of it.

No, not attention.

You just want him.

In the dead of night, when Kenny is fast asleep beside you, you bury your face into his shoulder and breathe in his scent. Musk and pine, with a touch of smoke. Smoking used to be a hobby of his, in the earlier days of your traveling. He always used to laugh when you scrunched your face up in disgust. But he only smokes once or twice now, just to get on your nerves.

The scent clings to his clothes, his skin. The pine of the forest around you, the sweat of his brow, the scratchy blanket around you two—all of it just feels like home.

Your eyes burn with tears, but you press your face deeper into his shoulder before they get a chance to fall. The words etched on the inside of your wrist begin to itch.

Maybe this is what your mother always meant when she talked about soulmates. This overwhelming sensation, when your chest feels full, your mind can’t stop racing, and your fingers quiver uncontrollably. All you can think about is how much this man means to you, how much you want him to remain in your life.

Love.

The word tastes funny on your tongue, and you almost laugh, in spite of yourself. You’ve got to be kidding. The words Kenny Ackerman and love belong nowhere near each other.

But you can’t stop yourself from thinking about it. There’s a part of you that loves this man—this aging, foul-mouthed, murderous man.

You don’t get much sleep that night.

The summer breezes turn icy. Leaves sprinkled with red and brown and yellow begin fluttering to the ground. The air grows crisp and cool. The dirt of the forest floor is no longer soft, but hard and stiff. It crunches beneath your boots with every step you take.

Autumn is fast approaching. You need to find shelter, to wait out the upcoming winter months.

The nights are getting even more unbearable—apart from the shift in weather. It’s getting harder and harder to keep your distance from Kenny. Bumping into him on the road, giving him backhanded compliments more often, even stealing his hat right off his head to wear it. When the moon is high and the owls sing, you find yourself snuggling close for warmth. He allows you to stay, but there’s always that little voice in the back of your head, wondering how long it will last.

“I’ll set a few snares,” he says, his voice ripping you out of your thoughts, “try to see what I can find. You alright out here for a bit?”

You flash him a smile and tap your bow, hanging from your left shoulder. “I’ll be fine. Try not to get into any trouble out there, okay?”

He scoffs before reaching out to touch your hair. “Should be telling you the same thing, brat.” His fingers feel warm, brushing along the skin of your forehead. “We’ll head out tomorrow. Deal?”

“Deal.”

With that, the two of you split up, and you sling your bow off your shoulder and draw an arrow, eyes pried for any lingering game.

It’s becoming more difficult to find good animals out here. What with the colder months looming over you, game has been growing scarce. It’s not long before the animals become nothing but skin and bones. Of course, you always have a supply of dried meat that Kenny likes to keep around, but until you find some shelter and properly store it, it won’t do you much good.

There’s a river a few yards away—you can hear the water crashing all the way from here. A spark of hope comes to life in your chest. Water means animals. You’re bound to find something over there, if you’re patient enough.

As you head for the river, you think back to your conversation with Kenny, and the smile you gave him just before he left. A forced smile, one you practiced in the halls of your castle, before and after Frieda took over the kingdom. It kept you alive for nearly a decade, trapped under her rule and caged within your own home.

You haven’t smiled like that in months… So why are you starting to do it now? And with Kenny, no less?

The answer swirls around in the pit of your stomach: it’s the only way you can cope with these growing feelings inside of you.

The two of you are soulmates, and that’s something neither of you can escape. Your fates are intertwined, you’re destined to stay by each other’s sides. For any other pair, it would seem logical to enter a relationship. But with everything you’ve seen of him so far, you can’t see Kenny committing to something like that.

You can’t see him devoting himself to something as silly as soulmates, especially with the life he’s led.

It would be easier if you didn’t have to deal with these bothersome feelings. Why do you want to be near him so badly? To hold his hand and have his arm around your shoulders? To see that rare smile of his and be the only one who can make him laugh? And maybe, just maybe, to feel his mouth against your forehead, and perhaps even your lips—

The thought makes your skin crawl, but in the most pleasant way possible.

A rabbit leaps out of the bushes just as you make it to the river. In a flash, the bowstring snaps and the rabbit squeals. It lands in a heap of light brown fur, an arrow lodged in its neck.

A pool of red spills out onto the dark forest floor. You heave a sigh as you yank the arrow out and grab the animal by its hind legs.

At least you’ll be able to eat good tonight.

Nights with Kenny are always the same: meals eaten in silence, with the fire crackling between you, before splitting up to do your bedtime routines. Kenny’s mostly consist of cleaning his beloved blades and checking the snares one last time, and yours consisting of wrapping yourself in that old scratchy blanket and fighting to get at least a few hours’ worth of sleep. Recently, you’ve started waiting for Kenny to finally settle down, so the two of you can share the blanket before falling asleep.

But tonight, you crave something different. You don’t just want to sleep by his side anymore. You don’t just want to feel his warmth seeping into your left shoulder.

The writing on the inside of your wrist burns. It hasn’t stopped itching since the day you realized these feelings for him.

Something hot slides down your cheek. Your voice gets caught in your throat as you raise a hand to wipe it away.

There’s a groan from the man beside you, and immediately, you feel your heart drop to your stomach.

“Kid,” he mumbles, voice still groggy with sleep, “what’s wrong?”

There it is again—kid—that simple nickname you’ve grown to hate and love, all at the same time. Before you know it, the blanket falls off your lap and into the dirt below—and your hands are curled around the front of his shirt, mouth crushed against his own.

You pull away almost immediately. The taste of salt and smoke is splashed across your lips; dark blue eyes burn into your own in the darkness. Your fingers quiver against the collar of his shirt.

I’m sorry. I shouldn’t have done that. Please forgive me. I didn’t mean it.

All the words you want to say—all the words that you should say—are right at the tip of your tongue. But for some reason, not a single one leaves your lips. Your mouth trembles beneath his gaze, and for a moment, you want to kiss him again, and the thought simply terrifies you.

But then his hands are cradling the back of your head, pulling you in for another kiss.

You start to lose yourself in him: the faint scent of smoke, the sting of salt, the scrape of his teeth against your own. His fingers twist in your hair, bringing you closer to his chest. The skin of your inner wrist burns like nothing you’ve experienced before; and when you bump against Kenny’s arm to hold him close, he lets out a pleased groan.

Looks like he’s been feeling the exact same way about you as you have been about him.

Suddenly, kissing him isn’t enough. You want to feel him, in every way you possibly can. You want to give him something to show your gratitude—not just as a soulmate, but as a protector. As a shield from all the evil in this wretched world.

You lower your hands, fisting the threads at your waist—and that’s when he stops you, fingers clasped over your own.

“You don’t have to.” His voice is a bit raspy from the heated kiss, but firm all the same. “Not now. Not like this.”

“…Why not?”

He sputters for a moment, eyes dropping down to the forest floor. For a moment, in the dying embers of the campfire, you think you see a faint shade of red dusting his wrinkled cheeks.

“Are you serious?” he grumbles, still not meeting your eyes. “I’m not—you’re just…fuck, kid. Are you really gonna make me say it?”

You know exactly what he’s insinuating. You know exactly what you want to do with him, what you want to do to him. Six years under Frieda’s close eye hasn’t made you completely clueless to the human body, and what it can be used for.

Obviously, you were far too young when your mother was alive for her to explain the concept of love and sex to you. And your father was always too bashful to bring up the topic himself. But people talk, especially in the underground dungeons. You caught bits and pieces from stories, asked questions to the women trapped in the cells around you. You don’t know everything there is to know, but that doesn’t mean you can’t learn.

And right now, you’re confident enough in yourself to reach up and tug at the first few buttons of Kenny’s shirt.

He groans when you pull apart the fabric, exposing his collarbone to the cool night air. You lean in and kiss the soft skin below, subtly moving yourself into his lap. He doesn’t stop you; his hands remain in their place right against your hips.

“I don’t mind,” you murmur against his heated skin. “I want this. Do you?”

He swallows hard, before his voice comes out in a groan: “Of course I do. Just don’t push yourself.”

You have half a mind to ask him what he means by that—but then your hand brushes against his lower half, and you feel something pressing into your inner thigh. Something hard.

The dying embers illuminate his roguish grin. “You sure you can handle it, princess?”

Your whole body flushes with heat at the name. It’s supposed to be a title, spoken with respect and admiration from those around you. But when it comes from Kenny, you suddenly feel dangerous. This is all wrong, very wrong—princesses aren’t supposed to give themselves to huntsmen like this—and yet, it all feels so fucking right.

“I think so.” Your fingers fumble with the thread of his trousers, sliding them through one another as fast as you can. Then, as he lifts his hips, and you slide his pants down to his thighs, you gaze up at him with wide eyes and ask, “Can you teach me?”

His fingertips dig into your hips, so hard you start to think you’ll have bruises by tomorrow morning. Within moments, you’re lying flat on your stomach, elbows propped up against the dead leaves of the forest floor, and Kenny’s rough hand fisting itself in your hair. The slight pain sends a shiver down your spine. It scares you, but in the most pleasant way possible.

You’re far past the point of thinking Kenny will hurt you. You trust him with your life. You feel completely safe with him. And for that, you’re willing to let him do anything he wants with you, both your body and your soul.

“Start slow,” he growls as your hands brush the growing bulge in his boxers. “No need to rush.”

You smirk at the thought—you have no intention of doing so. You’re going to savor this moment for all it’s worth, every little bit.

The waistband of his boxers catches against your fingertips—and suddenly, his cock is in your hand, hard and red and leaking and simply massive. You almost choke at the sight. How is he this big?

His dark chuckle sends a chill down your arms. “Too much for you already, princess? You’re barely even touching it.”

You pout only for a moment, and then you’re dragging your fingers up and down, gently massaging his throbbing length. The bead of fluid that gathers at the tip catches your eye, so you smear it across the head with your thumb. He groans again, hand tightening against your scalp, heavy boots scuffing up the dirt and leaves from below.

It’s amazing, watching such a strong and seemingly fearless man writhe and moan like this. It gives you such a powerful feeling—and suddenly, you want more.

You lick your lips and lean down, sliding your mouth over his cock. Words spill from his mouth, but you don’t catch them. You’re too busy hearing your heartbeat echo in your ears, too focused on the taste of him in your mouth.

It’s strange at first, when your only instinct is to pull back and gasp for air. But you breathe through your nose, leaving your mouth free to pleasure him. Slowly, you start to move your head back and forth, relishing the soft moans that fill the darkness around you.

Leaves crunch under heavy boots. Calloused fingers lick at your scalp, your cheeks, your throat, before pulling back and wrapping themselves in your hair. The sound of your name between those ragged breaths of his make you shudder.

“Princess,” he hisses, barely managing to compose himself, “you alright?”

It’s hard to talk, so you pull away with a wet pop and smirk lazily up at him. “I’m okay. You sure it’s not too much for you, though?”

And then his hand is at your nape, pushing you even further down his body. “Fine—but you won’t be if you keep running that pretty little mouth of yours. Now suck.”

You take him into your mouth again, but this time, you bob your head even faster than before. He’s getting desperate, you can feel it in the way he grips your hair, moans your name, your title—as though you’re the most precious thing in the world to him.

You jerk your hand upwards, sucking on the tip of his cock, big eyes fluttering up to savor the sight of his face. Jaw clenched, teeth bared, eyes half-open—seeing such a powerful and dangerous man fall apart like this is simply beautiful.

Especially when you’re the one making him feel this way.

His nails dig into your scalp. His cock twitches violently against your tongue. A low moan slips from his mouth, in the form of your name, and suddenly, something hot and salty spurts onto your tongue. You pull away slightly—Kenny loosens his grip on your head but still keeps his hand steady—and you lap up the remains of his release.

When you’re finished, and his body sinks further against the tree he’s propped against, you press a soft kiss to the head of his cock and tug his pants back up. But you barely have time to buckle his belt before he’s pulling you into his chest, kissing you roughly, even though your lips are sticky with his cum.

“Fuck it,” he grumbles hoarsely, and suddenly you’re straddling his lap, as his fingers pull at the threads of your trousers. “Lay back. Fair is fair, right?”

His wolfish grin sends a shiver down your spine. Your trousers loosen around your waist, and he tugs them down to your knees before slipping them completely off your legs. Your cheeks burn when he presses you down on your back, using his overcoat as a barrier to protect your warm skin from the freezing forest floor.

“I’m gonna fuck you properly, once we find a place to stay,” he murmurs against your cheek, and a moan bubbles up in your throat. His fingertips hook beneath your panties, pulling away the last scrap of fabric that shields your body from him. “But for now… Spread those legs for me, princess.”

You obey him at once, and he settles himself between your bare thighs, your panties barely hanging on by your ankle. You’re needy, skin practically burning with desire—but now, having him so close to you, so close that you can feel his hot breath against your most intimate parts—oh gods, you can already feel how wet you are—it makes you blush and bury your face in your hands. Suddenly, those dark blue eyes are too much for you, as handsome as they are.

But his hand curls around your wrist and tugs it away from your face, and you’re forced to meet that roguish grin you’ve grown so accustomed to. “I don’t think so,” he remarks slyly, wetting his lips with his tongue. “I wanna see your face when I make you cum on my tongue.”

His words send a tremor down your spine; your thighs tremble against the palms of his hands. Never before have you heard something so foul, so filthy—and yet, with every word he speaks, you can feel yourself getting wetter. He seems to realize this, too, and he drags a long finger against your slick folds. You gasp when he gathers some of your wetness onto the tip, only to lap it up with his tongue.

“Just as I thought,” he growls, but to himself or you, you’re not sure. “Come on, princess. Don’t be shy, let me see.”

You shudder violently at the first swipe of his tongue, his hot breath clouding over your slickened skin. You reach down and twist your fingers into his hair, matching his movements from earlier. He starts out slow, licking from top to bottom, occasionally swirling his tongue over your clit. And for a moment, you start to relax—and you have to admit, it feels nice.

Maybe this won’t be so bad after all.

But then he slides a finger in, long and thick, and your toes curl in the dirt. You slap a palm over your mouth at the last second, muffling your moans as you writhe against his overcoat.

Kenny. You want to say his name, but you don’t have the strength to speak.

“Aww, come on now, princess.” There’s an edge to his voice, a dangerous glint in his eye as he glances up at you. Your face burns with shame as his tongue pokes out from between his lips, already glistening with your slick. “If you can’t take a couple fingers, how do you expect to take my cock?”

He starts moving his hand at a gentle pace, curling his finger in an upwards position. Your head falls back against the coat, thighs tightening around his wrist—only for him to push them away with his other hand and wrap his lips around your little clit. This time, you cry out his name into the darkness, arching your back as tears gather in your eyes.

“That’s my girl,” he growls against your clit. He sucks a bit harder, teeth scraping against your sensitive nub, and your head begins to spin.

“Kenny,” you choke out when he slips in a second finger, “Kenny, I-I…”

He leans up and smirks down at you, thrusting his fingers into you at a faster pace. His lips are shining in the moonlight, traces of your juices still glistening on his chin.

“Use your words, princess.” Your back arches again when he curls his fingers just right, hitting that special spot deep inside you. “Tell me what you want.”

Too many thoughts racing through your head, too many words buzzing on the tip of your tongue. It’s all just right there—just like the winding coil deep in the pit of your stomach. The pressure slowly building up inside of you, clenching your thighs and whining out when he forces them apart once more.

“C’mon, you can do it.” Another thrust of his fingers, another pitiful whimper of his name. “What do you want me to do to you, princess?”

Something hot and fierce claws its way from your chest—an animalistic urge, one that compels you to sink your nails in his hair and yank him closer, closer to your burning clit. Tears are slipping from your eyes, your voice scratching your throat when you finally find the strength to speak.

“You… I want you…to move your fingers… Give me more.”

His smirk only grows wider at your confession, his tongue tracing along the outline of his lips, and you’re quick to jolt away when he shamelessly presses his face against your clit. Flicking his tongue and curling his fingers and snickering when you moan out his name into the cool night air.

“That’s my good girl. That’s what I wanna hear…”

Your head twists against the fabric of his coat, fingers scraping through the dark roots of his hair, thighs clenching as that damn coil keeps winding inside your stomach. It’s getting so tight, too tight you almost can’t breathe—gasping for air with every brush of his tongue, every thrust of his fingers.

A tear slips down your face when you feel him add a third finger. The stretch is too much, it’s too tight, and you’re struggling to breathe as it is—

But you can’t deny it feels so fucking good.

“S-so close… Kenny, I’m…”

“Hm?” Through your tears you can see him glance up at you, lips still wrapped around your clit. “You say somethin’, princess?” But he’s still suckling in between his words; it’s almost impossible for you to answer him.

“…I-I wanna…”

“Y-you wanna what?” he mocks, tearing his face from your slick—and you nearly sob as he slides his fingers from your heat. “I told you to use your words, didn’t I? So use ’em. Go on, I’m listening.”

That primal urge bubbles in your chest once more—not unlike the adrenaline after a successful hunt or atop a racing horse in the fields. You can feel it under every inch of skin in your body, prickling with fire, searing with such heat it’s almost unbearable. And the sight of his smug face only makes it worse; it makes you bare your teeth and clench your fists and squeeze your thighs around his hand. Trapping him against your burning flesh.

You’re a princess—the true princess of this kingdom. A title granted to you at birth, passed down from generation to generation, royal blood and power coursing through your veins. And you will answer to no one, especially this rugged huntsman who’s hell-bent on driving you insane.

Even if he does have your words engraved on his wrist. You refuse to yield to anyone.

Including your soulmate.

“I didn’t tell you to stop.” Your voice trembles, but it’s enough to make his eyes widen and his jaw tighten. “I…I want you to use your fingers. And your mouth.”

“…Is that right?”

And suddenly he’s hovering over you once more, forehead pressed against your own, his hands unbearably hot against your thighs as he pulls them apart as wide as he can. Your heart leaps in your throat, hands quivering beneath those steely blue eyes, in the faint light of the campfire beside you.

“A bit greedy, but at least you’re learning to use that mouth of yours.” His fingers are teasing your entrance, his thumb swirling over your clit at a soft and gentle pace. “You really want that, sweetheart? You want my fingers deep inside your pussy? Want me to fuck you with ’em, lick your pretty little clit until you cum on my tongue? Is that what you want, sweetheart?”

You swallow hard, trembling arms resting around his shoulders. “Y-yes, I do…”

“Then I wanna hear you say it.”

A deep breath—and then you’re staring right into those steely eyes, your blood singing in your veins.

“…I want you to fuck me with your fingers. Make me cum on your tongue. Please, Kenny—I need you—”

The plea in your voice pushes him over the edge. He’s groaning into your mouth before moving down the length of your body, sliding two fingers into your slick heat, his lips finding purchase against your swollen clit. And suddenly your fingers are tangled in his hair once more, hips rolling against his mouth, that familiar coil winding up in the pit of your stomach.

Your whole body is throbbing, skin ablaze against his own, stomach rolling and tightening with every thrust of his fingers, thighs clenching around his head as your eyes burst open to meet his own and suddenly—

“Kenny!”

Your voice echoes in the air as your vision sparkles with stars. As the coil finally snaps and you’re tumbling over the edge, barely registering his tongue lapping up your release between your thighs. Moaning when he slides his fingers out of you and replaces them with his tongue, shivering when the scruff of his chin brushes along your inner thighs.

A minute or so passes before he pulls away, dipping his fingers into his mouth before caressing your face with his free hand. His palm, albeit rough and scarred, is comforting against your cheek, and you don’t hesitate to nuzzle into its warmth when he positions himself over your body for the third time tonight. Your eyelids are heavy, chest still heaving from the heights he’s taken you to. Heights you didn’t think were even possible until tonight.

You can only hope there will be more nights like this one in your future.

You find yourself dozing off as he cleans you as best he can, with a spare rag from one of the saddlebags and some water from his canteen. A soft smile stretching along your face as he wipes down your thighs and dries you off, before slipping your panties back over your legs. Reclining against the tree closest to the campfire and tugging you into his chest, before throwing the familiar scratchy blanket over your lap and tucking it around your body.

You’re too tired to speak—honestly, you have no idea what to say, even if you could talk right now. So instead you lean up and press a kiss against his cheek, right above the line of scruff on his chin. He grunts and shrugs his shoulders, mumbling something about getting too soft, but you can’t really focus on it now. You’ll ask him in the morning, after the two of you get some rest.

But you’re awake enough to hear him chuckle as you curl yourself into his chest, arms wrapped around his waist beneath the blanket, as he pulls you in close to press a kiss against your sweaty forehead.

“Sleep well, princess.”

[daisynik7]

“Earned it” by The Weeknd for Levi Ackerman- Smut + Fluff

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Earned It

Pairing: Levi Ackerman x f!reader

Rating: Explicit – MINORS DO NOT INTERACT

Word Count: ~7.0k

cw: yakuza au, modern setting au, adult themes, gang-related violence, mentions of blood, explicit language, fluff, smut – fingering, cunnilingus, PIV sex (doggy style), cream pie, unprotected sex

Summary: Levi is the current leader of a Yakuza organization called the Ackerman Clan. Fearless, ruthless, cold-blooded. Your deadbeat father owes a debt to his Uncle Kenny after borrowing a sum of money to gamble on horse races many years ago, a debt that hasn’t been forgotten. He has since abandoned you and one day, the Ackerman Clan tracks you down, claiming that you are now the owner of this debt. Without the means to pay for it out of pocket, Levi employs you to be his personal housekeeper until you’ve earned the money to pay it off. 

Author’s Note: Wow okay my first Levi fic EVER and I totally got carried away! I had so much fun writing this one, so I hope the rest of you enjoy it! Thanks for the request for the y2k karaoke party! This gave me the perfect excuse to finally write for Levi. MDNI divider credit to @/cafekitsune. Thank you for reading! Tagging @crazychaoticizzy!

It's an average Wednesday when you receive a call from your mother in the middle of your workday. She usually doesn’t call unless it’s important, so you answer, already nervous for what she’s about to tell you. “Mom? Are you okay?”

Her tone is somber. “Honey, please come home. Now.” You can hear other people speaking in the background, alarm bells immediately ringing in your head. It’s been you and your mother alone for the past decade now, abandoned by your father before your high school graduation. You have no idea who would be in your home at this time. Freaking out, you ask, “What’s going on? What’s happening?!”

Before she can respond, there’s shuffling, then a man you don’t recognize on the other line. “You should listen to your mother.” His voice is cold, terse, sinister. It sends a chill down your spine.

Immediately, you excuse yourself from work, briefly describing a family emergency to your boss. You hop on the closest train, jittering in your seat, sweating bullets, stomach tight with anxiety. All you need to know is that your mom is safe. As soon as you’re out of the station, you remove the heels off your feet to run home. When you arrive, you notice a black car with tinted windows parked in the driveway and the front door already swung open. Winded and out of breath, you double over with the impulse to vomit, already expecting the worse. You swallow down the urge, collecting yourself, and walk inside.

You’re met by three strangers: two men and a woman. She looks young, gaze cold on yours, studying you carefully. The taller of the men is significantly older, hunched over, lanky, with a cigarette between his crooked smile. The other is short, but his domineering presence seems to overwhelm the rest of them. The cold gaze, the stagnant frown, the tightness in his brows. There’s an aura to him that shows he’s not one to be messed with. Before you can even confirm, you know that this man is the one who spoke to you earlier on the phone. Their leader. 

Your mom is seated on the couch, cowering in fear when she calls out to you. “Honey!”

You step towards them, wanting to approach her, but you’re stopped by the woman, staring daggers at you, her hand concealed inside her jacket, ready to attack if necessary. It’s a warning: Don’t come any closer or else. “Mikasa, relax. She ain’t even armed,” the older man says. He points to her, winking at you. “Sorry about my niece; she’s got some anger issues. Runs in the family, actually.”

Without removing her gaze from you, she mutters, “Shut up, Kenny.”

He laughs, puffs of smoke escaping his mouth. He removes the cigarette, tapping the ashes onto the hardwood floor of your living room before stepping closer towards you. “I should be the one upset here.” His eyes scan your figure up and down, smirking. “Right, Levi?”

You shiver from his wicked expression, glancing at your mother who stares wide-eyed at you in a panic. “What’s the meaning of this?” you ask shakily. 

The shorter man, apparently named Levi, comes forward, glaring at you. “You owe the Ackerman Clan money. Two million yen with all the interest that’s been accruing for the past ten years.” 

“We never borrowed money from you!” you argue. 

“You didn’t. But your father did,” Kenny interjects. “The dumbass didn’t know how to gamble on the right horse. Lost each race and came crawling back to me for more and more money. I gave him two years to pay me back without interest, but I suppose he ran off on you and your poor mother before he could pay it. Now, it’s way past due. I need my money back.”

That no-good, deadbeat father of yours. Of course he’s the one behind this. He’s always had a gambling addiction, ever since you were little. Borrowed money left and right from distant relatives, friends, coworkers, and apparently strangers. You thought he’d at least have the decency to pay them off on the occasions he actually scored big, but who are you kidding? All he spent his winnings on was more booze to drown out the fact that he never cared or provided for his family. You shake your head, tears welling in your eyes. “You should be asking him for the money, not us.”

Levi’s eyes narrow. “You don’t think we already tried looking for him? We can’t find him. He’s gone. Someone else has to be responsible for it now. And that means his wife and his kid. You.”

“We don’t have that kind of money just laying around,” you say, hoping that somehow, this Yakuza gang is nice enough to forgive the debt.

Kenny barks a laugh. “Well, you’re shit out of luck then, huh? Just like your lousy father.”

You wince at his harsh words, simultaneously agreeing with him. Levi sighs, pinching the bridge of his nose in frustration. “If you can’t pay off this debt within the next three months, we’ll be forced to take more severe action.”

“What do you mean?” you stutter. A variety of cruel punishments flash through your head, causing your knees to wobble in fear, though you manage to stay upright. 

“You don’t want to find out,” he threatens with a dark look.

You swallow loudly, unable to hide your dread any longer. Crying, you fall to your knees in a begging position, peering up at Levi with weepy eyes. “Please. I’ll do anything. Just don’t hurt my mom. Leave her out of this.”

Your mother sobs into her hands, your name muffled against her palms. Even through your blurred vision, you notice Levi’s expression waver just the slightest. 

“Maybe she can work for you,” Mikasa suggests. Her tone has changed to one of sympathy, unexpectedly considering her intimidating demeanor moments ago. 

Levi scoffs. “And what would she do for me? I doubt she can fight.”

There’s a pause as you watch them contemplate your fate. Kenny is the first one to offer an answer. “Housekeeper. She can be your housekeeper!”

Levi grimaces at the suggestion. “Excuse me?”

Kenny walks towards him, ruffling his nephew’s hair, much to his dismay. Levi swats him away, scowling as his uncle explains, “You spend so much goddamn time cleaning your own house, it’s about time you hire someone to do it for you. You’re the leader of the Ackerman Clan now. Time is money. You can’t be wasting it dusting when you can just make someone else do it for you.” He squats, legs spread wide, meeting you face-to-face. “Can you clean?”

You wipe away the tears streaming down your face, nodding.

“Can you cook?”

You nod again, more confidently this time. 

He slaps his knee. “Well, there you go! Looks like we found the solution. You’re hired. Levi will pay you at the end of each day. Your wages after three months should be enough to cover the debt you owe me. If you work overtime, you’ll earn extra cash. Sound good?” He sticks his hand out, waiting for you to shake on it. 

Three months of housekeeping and cooking for the leader of a Yakuza gang, who already looks like he despises you? It’s either that or whatever punishment he originally has in mind, which sounds much more painful and ominous. 

Before you agree, you ask, “What about my regular job?”

He strokes his chin, thinking. “Damn, forgot about that. Well, Little Levi here can compensate you for that as well. You’ll have to quit it in the meantime, but this gig is much better, don’t cha think?”

Levi raises his voice, angry now. “Don’t I get a say in this?! Who said I have the money to pay her?!”

Kenny waves him off, smirking. “You don’t drink, you don’t gamble, and you don’t fuck. So what else are you doing with all that money?”

At this, Levi gapes at his uncle, blushing. “I’m the fucking captain here, aren’t I? I won’t allow this.”

Kenny rolls his eyes, standing up to stretch his back. “Fine. Got a better idea? We don’t have all fucking day to argue about this, you know.”

After a few more disgruntled huffs from Levi without any other real suggestions, you are officially hired as Levi Ackerman’s housekeeper. 

~~~

Levi doesn’t need a fucking housekeeper. He’s the cleanest goddamn person in this entire godforsaken planet. Sure, he spends at least two hours at the start of his morning doing household chores to ensure that everything in his home is spick and span. But what’s so wrong about that? It’s the only solace he finds in this cruel world. The only aspect of his life that he can control. 

So, when his new hire arrives to his house seven o’clock sharp the very next day, Levi’s already in a bad mood. And when she smiles brightly at him, greeting him, “Good morning!” in an all-too-cheery voice that drips with enthusiasm and spirit despite the shitty situation she’s in, he can’t help but become even more irritated. She can’t possibly be excited about this. It’s all a façade, an act. Fake. He’s seen it before, from so-called friends, family members, strangers on the street. People only connect with him if there’s something to gain from it. And in this case, the money to pay her father’s debt is her end-goal, and nothing else. He reminds himself that she’s not here for him. No one ever is.

He doesn’t respond to her, turning on his heel to lead her inside. Without saying so, she removes her shoes, tucking them into an empty slot on the shoe rack, following him. Unfortunately, Kenny’s been here since half an hour ago, taking his usual breakfast: a cup of black coffee and a frozen waffle, toasted until lukewarm. And of course, there’s already crumbs on the table, but Levi ignores it, knowing that she’s responsible for this mess now, not him. 

“Morning,” Kenny drawls, raising his mug to her. She waves, still nervous around them, naturally, but her smile stays on. 

Levi hands her a sheet of paper, typed out with proper instructions. “Everything you need to know is on here. Unless you’re illiterate and can’t read, I won’t need to explain anything to you, right?”

She scans the document quickly, shaking her head at the end. “Seems simple enough.” 

“My nephew here likes things spotless,” Kenny adds, spit flying out of his mouth as he chews the rest of his breakfast. “Total clean freak and perfectionist. He’ll be on your ass about a simple speck of dust.”

“It’s not clean if there’s still dust,” he emphasizes. 

Her attention goes to the fridge. “What about meals? What do you like to eat?”

“I’m not picky. I usually don’t eat breakfast and lunch is brought to me at the office. So dinner is the only meal you have to cook. Like I said, I’m not picky. But it better not be instant ramen or something. I’m not paying you to feed me that processed shit.” Truthfully, he already eats that junk for lunch, often opting for fast food because it’s quick and easy while he’s out on a job. But what she doesn’t know won’t hurt her. He shoots a glare at his uncle when he notices him snickering to himself, clearly aware of his less-than-ideal diet. 

After a brief tour of the house, not including his bedroom, which will remain off limits, him and Kenny leave to start the day. Levi is reluctant at first, unsure if she can live up to his high standards of tidiness, but even he can admit that it’s more productive when he arrives to their headquarters on time. 

The day goes by smoothly; the extra two hours that Levi gains by entrusting another person to his usual morning ritual proves to be beneficial for both him and his gang. They are able to add an extra stop to their daily rounds, collecting owed money from sleezy businesses and seedy underground organizations. They only resort to violence once, with Levi squeezing a man’s head between his shoe and the pavement until he coughs up the dough. In his eyes, today was a good day. 

Kenny drops him off back home around eight when it’s already dark out. The lights are on, glowing through the shaded windows. He digs into his pocket for the keys, retrieving them to unlock the door, his nostrils immediately hit with a sensational aroma wafting from the kitchen. Sliding out of his shoes, he steps further inside, following the scent. 

She’s leaning over the stove, steam puffing from whatever pan she’s cooking in. He drops his keys on the counter, clearing his throat to make his presence known. 

“Hello, Mr. Ackerman,” she says, turning to face him. “Perfect timing. Dinner is just about ready. I’ll serve it to you now.”

He slides a chair out from the dining table, taking a seat, watching as she moves around the kitchen. She scoops white rice into a bowl, then the food onto a plate, setting it front of him. It looks delicious; glazed meat scattered with a variety of fresh vegetables. “It’s chicken stir fry,” she explains. “It isn’t gourmet or anything, but it’s hearty and filling. I hope you like it.”

He remains silent, holding a piece of broccoli at the end of his chopstick, blowing on it before putting it in his mouth. The sauce is savory, pairing well with the typically bland vegetable. He digs into the chicken, enjoying how juicy and flavorful it is. It’s nothing he hasn’t had before, but still; it’s tasty. 

She stands beside him, watching him eat with a small grin on her face. “What would you like to drink?”

He swallows, replying, “I like tea. Hot tea. Decaf.”

“On it,” she says, heading back into the kitchen, filling a kettle with water to heat on the stove. Within ten minutes, she returns with a cup in one hand, the kettle in the other, pouring him freshly brewed tea. 

It’s quiet, Levi eating peacefully while she continues to observe him. He’s not quite sure what to say; do they make small talk? Does he compliment her cooking? How do people engage with others during a time like this?

Her stomach growls loudly, which he immediately notices. He raises a brow at her, pointing his chopsticks towards the kitchen. “You should eat too. If you’re hungry.”

“Is that alright?” 

He nods, looking down at his plate. “It’s better than watching me eat while you’re starving, right?”

She laughs, going back into the kitchen once again. “Yes, of course.” She comes back, sitting across from him to start eating. Not knowing what else to discuss over dinner, Levi asks her about the chores she should have accomplished today, to which she reports back in detail. It sounds as if she went through eat item on the list, though the true test will be when he inspects it himself. Their conversation flows well; he usually hates conversing with people when it isn’t necessary. He can’t remember the last time he shared a homecooked meal with someone else. He’s always at home after work, alone. Mikasa is too busy with her own family, and Levi can hardly stand his uncle’s presence to begin with, so he always preferred being alone. 

This, however, this he doesn’t mind. Surprisingly. 

Before he gets too comfortable with the idea, he reminds himself once more that this is simply the deal they agreed to. There’s no room for sentimentality. She’s here because she was forced into this role, not because she wants to be here. This is business. This is temporary.

And with that in mind, Levi strengthens the integrity of the walls he barricades around him, determined not to let anyone but himself in.

~~~

Your first month of employment go by as smoothly as you hope it would be, given your circumstances. Every day, you arrive at Levi’s house seven in the morning on the dot, greeting him with a smile. You figured it wouldn’t do you any good to show your fear of the Yakuza in front of the leader himself. And, in all honestly, you weren’t actually that scared of him. While he’s cold and blunt most of the time, he hasn’t done anything to frighten you yet, aside from your initial meeting. It helps that you only see him for a few minutes in the morning when he lets you in, and at most an hour at the end of the day, when you share dinner together. Before you leave, he hands you an envelope with your day’s wages, and that’s that. Based on the lack of criticism, you assume that you’re doing a good enough job.

On the second month, you begin to make lunches for him in addition to your usual routine. Uncle Kenny had mentioned several times in secret that Levi eats fast food because of the convenience. Sometimes, he skips a meal all together when they’re especially busy. 

When you arrive to his home, you greet him with your usual smile, while he gives you a curt nod, avoiding your gaze. He shouts behind him, “Kenny, let’s go!”

Before he walks out the door, you stop him, saying, “Oh, Mr. Ackerman! Before you leave, I prepared lunch for you.”

He whips around to face you, eyes narrowed as if you just insulted him. “What?”

Nervous now, you stammer, “I made you lunch. I heard that sometimes you skip meals, so I thought – ”

He steps towards you, glaring, not letting you finish. “This isn’t part of the list. I don’t need it. I don’t want it.” He turns on his heel, leaving you stunned as he heads for the car, slamming the door shut. 

You scurry into the kitchen, face hot, reeling over his unpleasant reaction to your simple gesture. Kenny leans back in his chair, feet up on the table, chugging the rest of his coffee. “Morning.”

“Hi Kenny.” You wash your hands at the sink, processing what just happened, growing increasingly upset. 

Kenny gets up, sliding his used mug beside you. “Thanks, darling.” Not wanting to waste your efforts, you call out to him, opening the fridge to retrieve the bento you prepared, handing it to him. 

“What’s this?” he asks, smirking.

“I made it for Mr. Ackerman, but he doesn’t want it. I don’t want it to go to waste,” you explain.

He smiles, genuinely grateful, the expression you were mistakenly expecting from Levi. “Thank you. Take care.” 

When he’s gone, you take a minute in the kitchen to relax, reminding yourself to stick to the list and not do anything extra just because you think he’d appreciate it. You’ve leaned your lesson based on today: Mr. Ackerman doesn’t appreciate anything or anyone. And you won’t be an exception.

~~~

Levi sulks silently in the car with his arms crossed over his chest, staring out the window while Kenny drives them to HQ. He’s replaying the interaction from earlier, recalling the hurt look in her eyes as he spat those harsh words to her. He’s an idiot. All he could have said was no thank you. He shouldn’t have berated her for doing something nice for him. At the same time, he didn’t want to appear vulnerable, like he needed her to do it for him. He doesn’t need her pity. He doesn’t need anyone to take care of him.

He catches Kenny shooting glances at him, but doesn’t say anything, knowing better than to rile his nephew up when he’s in one of these moods. They make it to headquarters as normal, and Levi goes about the day, almost forgetting about the incident. Almost.  

Around noon, Kenny drives Levi and two of his henchmen across town to collect money from a client who’s been skipping out on payments recently. Levi doesn’t expect to resort to violence, so he stays inside the car while the two muscles go out and fulfill their orders. Kenny reclines, reaching his long arm towards the backseat, retrieving a small bento box. “Grub time.”

Levi scowls. “What are you doing?”

“Eating lunch, what do you think?” He uncovers it, licking his lips as his picks up a tamago sando from inside. It looks delicious, from the soft bread to the golden yellow filling. Levi’s stomach growls as he stares at his uncle bite into it. “Damn, that’s good!”

“Where did you get that?” he asks, already knowing the answer.

He shrugs, engulfing the rest of the sandwich into his mouth. “Your housekeeper. Said you didn’t want it, so she gave it to me instead. Shit, that’s good!”

Levi huffs through his teeth, annoyed, but also very hungry. He snatches it from his uncle’s lap, inspecting it himself. Kenny doesn’t protest, only chuckles, licking his fingers. It’s truly an enticing sight, much better than the typical burger and fries he’s used to. He picks it up delicately, relishing how pillowy the bread is between his fingers. It’s devoured quickly, and Levi regrets watching his uncle eat part it, hoping he had it all for himself. In the bottom layer of the bento box are baby carrots and sliced cucumbers, which Levi munches on until his crew comes back, knuckles a bit bloodied and a stack of cash in their hands. 

At night, Levi enters the door, a pang of guilt in his chest. He doesn’t plan to mention it; he’d rather forget and move on, pretend it never even happened. Tonight’s dinner is yakisoba, a meal she has since perfected since starting a month ago. She serves it to him, pouring hot tea into his mug, then takes her usual spot, her expression neutral. She reports on each task she completed today, starting with the kitchen, where she cleans up whatever disgusting mess Kenny leaves at the table. She scrubs the counters until they’re sparkling, mops the floors, reorganizes the refrigerator, unloads the dishwasher from the night before. Next is the living room, where she vacuums the carpets, dusts all the drawers, wipes each and every appliance with a specialized solution to prevent streaks. Then It’s laundry, and she never mentions the splatters of blood that are sometimes on his dress shirts depending on what kind of day it is. She uses the exact method he uses to wash them until they look good as new, as if he isn’t part of the gang life. 

She finishes her list, looking at Levi, waiting for his nod of approval, which he gives. She’s done a decent job so far; in fact, his home looks just as tidy as it did when he spent two hours each morning doing it himself. He stares down at his plate, eating the rest of his noodles in silence.

“Mr. Ackerman?”

His jaw clenches at the sound of his name, anticipating whatever she’s about to say. Without looking up, he mutters, “What?”

She clears his throat nervously. “Earlier today, about lunch. I’m sorry. I didn’t mean to overstep my boundaries. I hope you can forgive me.”

He senses her gaze on him, but he’s too embarrassed to meet it, slurping the rest of his food without responding. She doesn’t say anything else, leaving it at that. When he’s done, she gathers the dirty dishes and loads them into the dishwasher, starting the cycle. Levi goes into his room, stuffing her payment for today in an envelope, staring at his reflection in the mirror. Just say it. Don’t be an asshole. She doesn’t deserve it.

She waits for him at the doorway, coat and shoes on, ready to leave. He hands her the money, keeping his grip on it when she accepts it. “You don’t have to apologize. I ate it, and it was delicious. So…thank you.” He looks at her this time, wanting to convey to her that he truly means it. 

Her eyes widen, clearly surprised by his sudden change in demeanor. He’s surprised himself; he just couldn’t let her leave thinking she didn’t anything wrong. “I’m sorry,” he adds. “For the way I reacted. I’m not used to people doing things like that for me.” He knows she doesn’t need an explanation from him, but he tells her anyways. 

She smiles. “It’s okay. I’m happy to do it. I prepared another one for tomorrow.”

Nodding, he lets go, watching her slide the envelope into her bag. “Goodnight, Mr. Ackerman.”

He opens the door for her. “Levi. You can call me Levi. It makes me feel old when you call me that. We’re around the same age, right?”

She giggles, making his chest swell. “Right. Well then, goodnight Levi.”

He waits until she disappears into the distance, heading to the nearby train station. With the door shut, he leans against it, sighing heavily, his heart beating rapidly.

This is bad. 

~~~

On the third month of working as a housekeeper and cook for Levi Ackerman, something extraordinary happens. 

You’ve gotten more cordial with each other in the past few weeks, ever since you began making lunches for him on a regular basis. You know he isn’t picky when it comes to food, but you’ve noticed subtle differences when he thanks you for the meal, which he always does now. If it ends in a simple thanks, you know that it was ordinary. If he adds in a compliment, you know that he really likes it. So, you cook more of the foods that he particularly enjoys. 

You’re still getting used to calling him by his first name. It still sounds foreign out of your mouth, almost like a treasured word you’re only supposed to say on special occasions. You still mostly call him Mr. Ackerman, though he doesn’t seem to mind. 

Other than what you see of him in the mornings and nights, you have no idea what Levi gets up to the rest of his day. It’s an unwritten part of the deal; you keep your private life to yourselves. And, knowing he’s in the Yakuza, maybe it’s better you don’t know. 

Tonight, you finish cooking dinner before Levi comes home. You cover the pan, keeping the oyakodon you prepared warm until he arrives, all the plates set up on the counter, ready for him. You sit in your usual chair, checking the clock: 8:30 PM, thirty minutes past his usual time. By nine, you start to worry. And by ten, your finger hovers over his contact information on your phone, tempted to call him, to make sure he’s okay. You debate with yourself for several minutes if you should go through with it. You were given this number only to use for emergencies. Would this be considered one? Surely, he has an entire team of people who look after him, being the leader and all. Why would he need you, his lowly housekeeper, looking out for him?

Deep down, it’s because you care. You care about him. You want him to be happy. And it’s not because he pays you at the end of the day. It’s because you truly, genuinely believe he deserves it. Even in the short time that you’ve known him, it’s plain to see how miserable he is in this life of crime. Dead eyes, permanent frown on his face, tense muscles from having no moment throughout his day to relax. No one, not even a Yakuza leader himself, deserves to be under this much stress.  

You’re about ready to dial his number when you hear the distinct jingle of keys from the front door. Levi walks in, hunched over with his jacket tossed over his shoulder, big splotches of blood painted on his shirt. You can see it clearly even from the end of the hallway. He doesn’t greet you, doesn’t look at you, as he drags his feet into the living to plop himself onto the couch, sighing. 

“Mr. Ackerman?” you call out, trembling. You’ve never seen him like this before. Is he injured? Or is he the one who did the injuring? Does it matter to you what the answer is? All you know is that you’re concerned about him and you want to be by his side. 

~~~

Levi hears her but doesn’t respond. He sinks deeper into the couch, eyes shut, hoping she ignores him, not wanting her to see him in this sorry state. He listens to the sound of her footsteps approaching closer, then feels her sit beside him. With one eye open, he peeks at her, surprised to see her staring at him with genuine concern, a steaming mug of tea in her hands. “Mr. Ackerman,” she repeats.

“What do you want?” he asks tersely. He doesn’t mean for it to come out rudely. Or maybe he does to push her away. He doesn’t want her to witness this vulnerability, this weakness.  

“I brought you some tea,” she answers quietly.

Before he can spit out an argument about how the caffeine will prevent him from sleeping, she adds, “It’s decaf, of course.”

He’s speechless for a moment, unable to come up with a smart response. His heart beats against his chest and he’s not sure what’s happening to him. Is he going into cardiac arrest? Or is this something different? Something good? Too exhausted to maintain the same frigid persona he puts up for her, he relaxes, reaching for her hands to grab the handle of the mug. He grazes her fingers wrapped around the ceramic, lingering for a second longer, then brings it to his lips, blowing air across the surface before taking a sip. It’s hot down his throat, filling his tired body with warmth and comfort. 

He peeks at her once more, focusing on the gentle smile on her lips. “What are you so happy about?” he asks, taking another sip. 

She looks down at her lap, shy now that she’s been called out. “I’m just happy you’re back in one piece.”

He scoffs, displaying his bruised and stained knuckles. “You call this one piece?”

She stares at his hands with terror or fascination, maybe even both. Levi can’t tell. All he knows is that she isn’t flinching away from him like he’s some monster; she leans closer, inspecting it carefully. “Hold on,” she says, standing up to retreat back into the kitchen.

Levi rests his head against the couch, stomach grumbling with hunger. He hasn’t eaten since lunch, and beating the shit out of people takes a toll on him. But the job is done and now he’s home. And for the first time, he realizes how grateful he is not to be alone. 

Minutes later, she returns with a tray, carrying a steaming bowl of oyakodon and two warm towels beside it. She sets it next to him on the couch, kneeling on the floor in front of him, beside his knees. He gulps, suddenly aware at how compromising this position may seem. Though, he doesn’t mind it. He slowly reaches over to grab hold on the chopsticks, digging into the bowl of food to take a bite. It’s warm and soothing in his mouth, exactly what he needed. 

“May I?” She peers up at him, pointing to his other hand, holding the damp towel. 

He’s hesitant at first, aware that she’ll be touching him. This is definitely crossing a line, right? However, the thought of being pampered in this moment when he’s so fucking tired is too enticing to refuse. He stretches his arms out, offering his fist to her. She surrounds him in the soft fabric, rubbing gently between his knuckles, wiping away all the grime from tonight’s violence. His skin is on fire from her indirect touch and he can’t help but wonder what effect she could have on his body if she were actually touching him. 

Skin in pristine condition, despite the temporary bruises, she switches to the other hand once he’s finished with his meal. He watches her in silence, holding back a moan, embarrassed at how much he’s enjoying this. She finishes him off with the second towel, the clean one, giving both hands a little massage. “Is that better?”

He nods, muttering a tired, “Thank you.”

She smiles, gaze flickering to the stains on his shirt. “I can wash this for you tomorrow. Just leave it in the laundry room.”

He nods again, unsure what else to say. She gets up, carrying the empty bowl and soiled towels back into the kitchen to clean up. It’s almost eleven now when Levi flips his wrist to check the time on his watch. Trains stop running by midnight, so he shouldn’t keep her here any longer. “You should head home now. It’s late,” he says, loud enough for her to hear. He stands up, slightly limping towards his bedroom to give her the payment. He slides an extra couple of bills to compensate for working overtime. Noticing how horrid he looks with blood all over him, he strips out of his shirt, thankful none of it seeped directly onto his skin. Without thinking, he rushes towards the front door, where she waits for him in her coat and shoes. 

He hands her the money. “I’m giving you a small bonus today, just in case you’re wondering why there’s more in there.” 

She glances at his chiseled abs before looking down at her feet. Heat rushes into his cheeks, finally aware that he’s shirtless in front of his housekeeper. This is definitely crossing a line. 

“It’s okay, I don’t want the extra money,” she says.

“Take it. You’ve earned it,” he insists.

“I didn’t do it for that. I did it because I care about you. I want to - ” She gazes at him, swallowing hard, afraid to finish her thought. 

There’s a flutter in his stomach as he steps closer to her, eager to hear it. “What?”

“I want to take care of you, Mr. Ackerman.”

It happens so fast that as soon as he realizes it, his lips are already on hers, kissing her passionately. His immediate reaction is to stop because he’s sure this isn’t what she intended. But when she places her hands on his chest, clinging to his bare skin to deepen the kiss, he can’t resist. 

~~~

Clothes are discarded on the way to his bedroom. By the time you’re lying flat on his mattress, you’re both completely naked, him on top of you, caging you between his muscular arms. He kisses your figure, from your neck trailing down to your chest, his lips puckered at your nipple, sucking on it until it’s taut in his mouth. One hand travels along the curve of your hips, then the plush of your inner thigh, until he’s pressed to your throbbing clit. “Can I touch you here?” he asks, his voice low and trembling. 

“Yes,” you breathe out, completely enraptured by him.

He flicks your bud with his middle finger, tapping on it until it’s puffy against him. He glides down to your wet slit, collecting your arousal to smear onto your clit, rubbing it faster. Pleasure courses through you as you whine into his mouth, kissing him sloppily. Soon, he slips inside you, pumping two of his fingers in and out of your pussy. You squirm for him, so close to your climax.  

“You like my fingers inside this fucking cunt, huh?” he growls into your ear. He pulls out, stroking your clit with his wet digits. “How about here? You like them on your little clit too, right pretty girl?”

Your tongue lolls out of your mouth, eyes glazed over in a daze. “Yes, Mr. Ackerman. Fuck.”

“Levi,” he grunts, circling your bud. “I told you to call me Levi.” He slips back in, pummeling your pussy while his thumb taps on your swollen core. 

You grab the bedsheets beneath you, clenching it between your fists, bucking your hips towards him, approaching your orgasm. “Coming,” you manage to whimper, unraveling. He slows his pace, riding it out with you until you relax in his hold, spent and blissed out. 

There’s a wild look in his eyes, animalistic almost. He removes himself from you, bringing his wet fingers to your mouth, inching them past your lips. “Taste yourself for me.”

You obey, opening wide for him to swipe your own cum across your tongue. He sticks it further down your throat while you surround him, sucking your slick off. His erection is hard against you, begging for attention. You slide your hand between his thighs, palming at his stiff cock, twitching at your touch. 

“Fuck,” he swears under his breath. You start stroking him, his cock hot and pulsating in your fist. He bucks into your grasp, moaning as you rub your thumb over his glossy tip, making him shudder. “You’re driving me fucking crazy, fuck. Get on top of me. Please. Need to taste you.”

You obey, readjusting yourself to straddle his face, lowering yourself carefully until your pressed to his open mouth. “Just enjoy it, sweetheart. You’ve earned it,” he says before lapping you up greedily. You ride his face, dragging your pussy lips across his flattened tongue, moaning when he puckers around you, suckling on your swelling bud. He’s sloppy and noisy, exactly how you like it. You find yourself unraveling quickly above him, convinced you can come just like this, without him entering you at all. He senses this, grabbing firmly to your ass cheeks, guiding you to rock against him faster. “That’s it, princess. Come for me,” he muffles against your skin, slurping at your leaking cunt. No longer able to resist, you moan loudly, reaching your climax, gushing all over his face. He smacks your ass, licking off every drop of your arousal before removing himself from you. “I need to be inside you. Need to fuck this pretty pussy right fucking now.”

All control lost, you whine, “Fuck me, Levi. Fuck me, please.”

He positions himself behind you, dragging your bottom towards him, rubbing his erection between your ass cheeks. “Think you’ve earned this cock? Think you deserve it?”

You nod frantically. “Yes. I’ve been so good.”

He chuckles, guiding himself inside you, stretching you out slowly as he inches his way deeper. “You’re right. You’ve been very good. You are good. So fucking good to me.” He pounds into you, fucking your sweet spot, chasing that high you’re both so desperate to reach. After a few more thrusts, your pussy squeezes around him, coming once more. He follows with his own orgasm, shooting his load inside you, filling you up with his cum.

He pulls out, rolling beside you, breathing heavily. You turn to your side, facing him, your senses gradually returning. He glances at you and breaks into a smile, the first you’ve ever seen from him. “Don’t look at me like that.”

You grin, scooting closer to nuzzle your nose with his. “Like what?”

His eyes gaze into yours, flickering down your lips. “Like you want to kiss me.”

You inch closer. “Why is that so bad?”

“Because I won’t be able to stop,” he whispers, closing the gap, kissing you.

~~~

On her last day, Levi leaves her final payment on the top of his dresser. It’s next to a thicker envelope that she’s collected the entirety of her father’s debt in, ready to hand over to Kenny first thing in the morning. She could have paid it off sooner, a week sooner, to be exact. But she decides to finish the remainder of the month employed as Levi’s housekeeper. She doesn’t explain why, and he doesn’t ask. 

They snuggle together in his bed, ready to sleep after fucking each other stupid just minutes earlier. This is another added part of their routine. Sometimes, she leaves to check in on her mother back home. Other times, she stays the night, which Levi prefers, though he won’t admit it out loud. It’s the best sleep he’s gotten in years.

He can tell she’s on the verge of sleep by the way her eyes flutter closed and how her head falls into his chest, relaxed. His mind is racing with thoughts, so he’s wide awake, wondering what tomorrow will hold. Will she say goodbye to him forever? Is this really over? What will he do when she’s gone?

He realizes his true feelings for her almost immediately after they begin sleeping together. He’s never relinquished control to anyone else before. But for him, giving it to her was easy. Maybe because he knew he could trust her. Though, now with her employment coming to an end, he’s not so sure what to think.

“Levi?” Her soft voice surprises him. 

“Hey,” he whispers. “Go back to sleep.”

She tips her chin up, peering at him. “Not yet. I want to say something to you.” 

He stares at her, confused and anxious, listening. “I care about you, Levi. I don’t want this to stop just because whatever arrangement we had before is over.”

He swallows hard, trying to maintain a neutral expression as his heart races with joy. “So, what then? Do you want to keep being my housekeeper? I already feel weird paying you because of what we do.”

She giggles, shaking her head. “I don’t want to be your housekeeper. I want to be your girlfriend.”

“Girlfriend?”

“Yes, Levi. Your girlfriend,” she reiterates, smiling. 

He lets out a small laugh. “That sounds so normal.”

She cups his face, squeezing his cheeks. “Well, maybe Mr. Ackerman deserves a little something normal for once.”

He chuckles, nuzzling into her touch. “So, how is this going to work, then? You being my girlfriend.”

“Well, I’ll get my old job back. And in the meantime, I can move in here so I can still do all the cooking and cleaning.”

“No,” he interjects. “Together. We’ll cook and clean together. Like a normal couple.”

She beams at him. “Alright. Together it is, then.”

He allows himself to smile completely now, pressing his forehead to hers. “Can it really be this simple?” 

“I think it can,” she replies. “It’s worth a shot, right?”

For most of his life, Levi has never had it easy. Thirty years later, he finally has a chance at something normal, something good. Does he deserve it? With her by his side, holding his hand so lovingly in hers, he actually believes it. “Yeah. You’re absolutely right.”