#shingenki no kyojin smut

[oh-katsuki]

KINKTOBER DAY 4 - CORRUPTION + ARMIN ARLERT

KINKTOBER MASTERLIST

WC: 1.2k

TW: corruption, exhibitionism, public sex, face fucking, first blowjob

“...What?” 

Cute. He’s real cute. 

You’ve always wondered how big he is, hand palming his bulge through his pants as you step closer to him.

“I asked if you wanted me to take care of this for you?” You blink up at him. 

Ah, Armin Arlert was such a goody two-shoes. Straight A’s, always on time, on the dean’s list at your university, and you’re almost certain that he was personal friends with the head of school by way of grades alone. You wondered how a boy this pretty could get away with being that much of a square, and when you found out that he was a virgin to boot, well it was a little too tempting. 

He stutters, pressing his back against the bookshelves behind him. 

“Here?” He asks, red creeping up his neck and onto his cheeks and ears. 

You’d cornered him in the library, where he always was, asking him to help you get a book down from a shelf in the back corner. No one really comes here, and if they do, it’s for reasons like this. 

“Mhm, here…” You mumble, letting your hand creep over his growing bulge. “You’re really pretty, Armin. Did you know?” 

He blinks down at you, blonde hair falling evenly in front of his face. Armin is always so clean-cut, always so pretty. He’s the sweaters and white button-ups type of boy, no different from what he’s wearing now. 

“I-I don’t know…” Armin trails off, eyes wandering to where you palm him in that tiny fucking tennis skirt.

He always felt bad looking, always felt guilting stealing peeks up your skirt when he thought you weren’t looking. But you just… you just looked so fucking good in it. You always wear these light colors, colors far too innocent for how sinful you looked in them. It drives Armin crazy. You drive Armin crazy. 

“C’mon, you’ve gotta know…” You smile at him through glossed lips, starting to kneel in front of him, placing your cheek against his bulge. 

“W-wait!” Armin whisper yells, taking your face in his soft hand. “W-we can’t do this here. Someone will-”

“But you want to do this?” You ask, batting your big eyelashes up at him. Armin swallows harshly and nods. “S’gonna be okay, ‘min. Don’t worry.” 

He glances around and when he sees no one, he swallows hard and looks at you, dropping your face and giving a firm nod. Armin’s hands find the edge of the bookshelf and he watches in awe as you slowly unzip his pants. 

You kiss him through his boxers, lipgloss leaving a mark on them. Armin probably won’t wash them after this. You think about how maybe he’ll beat his dick and get off to that mark alone. You rub at his cock through the thin fabric of his underwear a few times, careful to squeeze the head when you come across it. 

He’s big. Of course he is, and when you finally take your two pointer fingers and pull his boxers down to free him, you’re shocked by how pretty it is. Armin’s chest is heaving and the red of his tip match the pretty red of his ears right now. 

His dick is long. It’s an average thickness, but the skin is so pretty. It’s pale and dusted with pink, two veins running up it in a neat way that’s fitting of him. Armin keeps himself trimmed and you smile for a moment as you reach up to toy with his balls. 

He gasps, head bumping against the shelves. His eyes are wide as he watches you place his dick to your cheek and hiss the base of it. Your hands are warm on him, unlike anything he’s ever felt, and when he feels your lips against the tip of his cock, he squeezes the shelf so hard that his knuckles go white. 

Armin has thought of this forever, of how your mouth might feel, but he has no idea how to react when you pop the pretty red tip past your glossy red lips and hollow your cheeks. It feels… incredible. He’s not sure how he’s going to keep quiet. 

You take him into your mouth, swirling your tongue around the head before pushing further, one hand on the back of his thigh and the other on the front of his other thigh. You bob your head, keeping it neat while you just make him feel good. You admire the flush in his cheeks, the way his breath hitches each time you take him a little further. 

“You like it?” You ask, popping off of him loud enough to make him nervous. 

Armin nods. 

“That’s all I get? A nod?” You place your lips to the tip and Armin whines slightly, knees weak. “You can touch me, you know.” 

“S’good.” He slurs slightly, hand coming up to rest against the back of your head. “Feels really g-good.” 

Armin can’t help himself, pushing your head back down onto him. You said he can touch you, he’s allowed this right? He’s allowed to guide you up and down on his cock like he’s always dreamed of, eyes screwed shut and hand gently pushing you down onto him at a steady pace. 

You feel pride swell in your chest as he starts to move your head and it really isn’t too long before he’s pushing you all the way down and bringing you back. It’s not too fast and his pace with nothing impressive, but like this, you can feel each time he twitches in your mouth. Each time he pulls you off of him, you can hear the wet sound your throat makes around his leaking cock. 

You love that you can see him losing himself, burying himself farther and farther into your tight, wet throat. Armin’s almost forgotten where he is, grunting quietly as paper shuffles in the semi-crowded library. His uncertainty seems to melt away, giving way for him to enjoy his first blowjob from the girl he’s shamefully beat his dick to a million times. 

“F-fuck…” Armin groans, looking down at you with flushed cheeks, shoulders tense. “I’m-” “You’re close?” You ask and when he nods you give a small smile, pumping him with your hand. “Where do you want to cum?” Armin answers quickly. “Your face. Open your mouth and let me cum on your face.” 

It’s unlike him, but you nod, popping the tip in your mouth for a few more moments before he’s fully yanking you off, hand jerking his cock as he spills white across your face. Armin’s voice is sweet when he cums, slightly breathy and whiny as he chokes out “fuck, fuck, fuck.”

You smile, mouth open and tongue out as he finishes on you. Armin gives you a small, fucked out smile before he returns to his senses, cheeks flushing as he tucks himself into his pants. 

“Are you-” He bends to help you up and hands you a tissue from the small pack he kept in his pocket. “Do you-” 

You tilt your head at him, smiling as pride fills your chest. Straight A, straight edge, Armin Arlert just came on your face on the campus library. Let’s see if he’ll cum in your cunt next.

[mllechartreux]

What Did He Say??

Summary: Levi talks you through your orgasm.

Content: MDNI!smut, established relationship, canon au, praise, vaginal, creampie

W/C: 1120

Masterlist

Your arms wove behind his neck and your hands massaged the prickly hairs of his undercut. From beneath you on the couch, Levi’s hands squeezed your hips, trailed up your sides and squeezed your breasts, cupping them from underneath with his thumb. You admired the light blush that dusted his cheeks, his steely eyes that sparkled and the way they managed to catch your every movement. He was observing every moan, sigh and twitch from you as you ground onto his cock with your bare, slick pussy. 

He grabbed your hips with one hand and cupped your face with his other before thrusting up onto your clit causing you to bite your lip and moan into your mouth. He quickly brought your mouth to his and kissed you passionately, biting on your lip and winding your tongues together. It wasn’t until you were both out of breath and drool was dribbling down your chin that you finally pulled away for air. 

“If you wanna moan into a mouth it better be mine, otherwise I wanna hear you,” Levi said, still cupping your face and rubbing his thumb across your cheek. 

All you could do was look at him with half lidded eyes beamining with desire and nod. To make it clear that you were going to follow what he said, you inched the hand that was on your face closer to your mouth, reaching out with your tongue to grab his thumb and suck it in. You hallowed out your cheeks and flattened your tongue to the underside of his thumb and began sucking on his thumb while holding his gaze. He couldn’t contain the sighs that left his mouth while watching you suck his thumb. The sight caused him to thrust harder against your clit. You let out a few moans that vibrated against his thumb. Before he could cum right there, he took his thumb out of your mouth and placed both hands on your hips, lifting you up. 

He stared into your eyes lovingly as you positioned his cock beneath your entrance, coating your hand in your own slick. You lowered yourself down at an agonizing pace, feeling the tip of his length pierce through you and stretch you even more the further his cock slid inside of you. Both of you gasped, unable to feel anything other than the immense pleasure of being connected. Once your ass hit his thighs, his hands held your hips still so he could relish in your warm, wet, pulsing heat. 

“Fuck Y/N,” 

“Let me move Levi, please,” your head leaned down to start sucking on the most sensitive part of his neck right below his ear. He groaned right into your ear and loosened his hold on your hips. With your hands around his shoulders, you lifted yourself up until it was only the tip inside of you, before sinking back down. You continued doing this at a slow pace, moaning and whining into his ear. Every so often Levi would grunt beneath you. 

He brought his hand up behind your back to grasp the back of your neck, holding you against him and thrusting his hips up to meet yours, quickening the pace. You moaned loudly as you felt him hit your sweet spot on every thrust causing pleasure to knot in your pelvis and your walls to clench around him. You scratched his back trying to ground yourself from feeling him inside you and hearing your juices slap against his thighs every time he drove his cock back inside you.

It started to get hard for him to pull out because every time he went inside, your pussy held him, milked him, almost begged him to stay inside.  It made his mind go blank, the only thing keeping him sane was the sounds of your moans getting louder, signaling you were close to your peak. 

“Please, please Levi,” You begged, knowing he knew what you wanted.

He held you tighter to him and thrust faster while reaching his hand in between the two of you to rub your clit, “Of course sweet girl,” 

“You feel so good and wet, squeezing me, making me feel so full of you, go ahead and cum for me, pretty girl.” You twitched against him, “Do you know how good it’d feel for me, feeling your cum stick to my cock, please Y/N”

At that, you came so hard you lost your hearing and feeling in your body, only vaguely aware of your heat spasming around his length and the screams you let out against his shoulder. He slowed his thrusts to let you calm down and cupped your face, tilting your head back to look you in your eyes. 

“Where are you sweet girl?” 

“I’m- mmhm”

“Come back to me, I can’t understand you.” He wiped away the tears that you didn't even know had fallen. 

“I- I’m here,” focusing back on what was going on, and that he had stopped moving inside you to give his full attention. You brought your hands to cup his face and stared into his eyes with complete admiration and trust. Feeling conscious enough, you lifted yourself up from his hips and slammed back down, causing you to whine loudly from the overstimulation. You set a steady rhythm even though your mind was still partially blank, only focused on sending him over the edge. 

He groaned as he felt more of your cum pool around the base of his cock each time he hit the deepest part of you. It drove him crazy to see you look so fucked out, yet still set on giving him your best. To want to give him love, even when you could barely think, damn he loved you so much. He felt his cock twitch inside of you and couldn’t hold his eyes open any longer, groaning louder and tilting his head back before bringing both hands to grip your hips hard. 

You left love bites on his exposed neck while grinding down harder on him. You knew he was close so you pulled out every card, “Fuck, Levi, you stretch me out so well,” you grabbed onto his hair to keep his head pulled back, “Don’t you want to fill me with your cum, it’d look so good leaking-,”

“Fuck Y/N, ah-,” He groaned while stuttering his hips, releasing his hot cum into you and using his hands to still your hips. You continued to lap at his neck until he brought his head up to look at you, his face completely flushed.

He chuckled, “I see why you like when I talk to you when you’re close.” You laughed too at this.

[brainmaniaman]

FINAL QUARTER (GYM!Teacher Reiner Braun/Teacher!Reader)

Title: FINAL QUARTER

Pairing: Reiner Braun/Reader

Author's note: I am so incredibly fucking high right now and I'm not sure if this is good or bad. Imagine getting a master's degree to get blown on a Monday night and push out Reiner Braun/Reader porn. Honestly bro I just wrote where the plot took me there was no art to this.

Tags/Warnings: AFAB Reader, dub-con?, breeding kink, pregnancy kink?, misogyny, mommy kink?, ten year age gap (reader is 24, Reiner is 34), praise if you squint, degradation i think, i hope this encompasses all the tags. I just want to make sure I cover all of the bases.

Description: Reiner Braun happily spends his career as the high school gym coach inspiring young kids to live an active, healthy, life & fucking the parents & staff.

Word Count: 2,682

FINAL QUARTER

Reiner Braun loved his job as the high school gym coach. In fact, ever since he was young Reiner knew he was going to do something in sports. He just didn't know what. Having played football from middle school all the way into high school, Reiner was built. Strong, wide, muscular - like an Ox. Having gotten a degree in Athletic Training, Reiner just always assumed he'd go pro, become super famous, coach his own team, and then be a sports caster and simply retire with millions.

But life didn't quite work out that way. Then again, life doesn't always come out like we intend it.

The going-pro thing only worked out for a week when Reiner showed up for try-outs and found himself deeply bothered by the culture. When he thought about it, Reiner loved football. He just didn’t like the idea of dedicating his life to it. Not that Reiner thought there to be anything wrong with dedicating your career to football, but Reiner didn’t want to eat, live, and breathe football. He simply didn’t have a passion for it.

But Reiner did have a passion for inspiring the youth. After several months of dipping around and working at the local YMCA, Reiner returned to community college to get a teaching certificate and was eventually hired to be a the middle school football coach at some school in the middle of nowhere.

Reiner found that he was good at coaching- that he had a knack for being able to train kids and help strengthen various relevant athletic skills. That he had a knack for inspiring kids to not only do well on the field, but in the classroom. As he gained experience coaching, Reiner also found that he had a knack for fucking the hot moms.

The first parent he ever remembered fucking he swears was an accident. They just both happened to get coffee after a parent-teacher meeting. They both just happened to get lost in conversation. And her kid just happened to be at their dad’s for the weekend, so they felt comfortable enough taking their conversation to his. And they just happened to fall into bed together.

But over the years accidents turn into mistakes turn into habits. Ten years down the line, at the tender age of thirty-five, Reiner isn’t only known for being a successful coach, he’s also known for being notorious with being familiar with the parent body, and even having dabbled in friendliness among the teaching staff.

It seemed like nobody was impervious to his charms – able to flip between charming mothers and winning over fathers by explaining how he’s coached the high school Varsity football team into winning their fifth consecutive state championship cup.

With as easy and care-free as life seems to be, Reiner spends most of his days content. Never married and happy with the way he’s simply coasting through life, he’s grateful every day for finding a place he just seems to flourish so well in.

But your presence makes Reiner falter in his contentment.

You’re new, freshly out of your undergraduate degree, and ready to leave your imprint on the public high school system. So naively dewy-eyed about what it takes to be a high school teacher and the amount of work that goes behind it. You’ve never worked anything other than a waitressing job in college to get by – now here you are, struggling to learn the ropes as a freshman English teacher.

So naturally, you should be all over him – asking him for advice, complimenting his skills as a coach, and asking him how many years it took him to chesil the muscles in his arms.

But you’re not. In fact, you seem offput by Reiner – even appear to go to great lengths to avoid him. And he can’t figure out why.

Soon enough, Reiner discovers through the grapevine that someone heard from someone heard from someone heard from someone that they hear from someone that you had privately confided to Mr. Ackerman that your friend was one of the single mothers Mr. Braun had a slew of escapades with, that you claimed that he lead your friend on, which lead to her heartbreak. Apparently, Mr. Ackerman conferred with you the notion that Mr. Braun was a “no-good shit-faced asshole who needs to keep his hands off the parents and staff.” Both of you decided that it was best to just stay away from him.

This leaves Reiner desperate to prove to you that Mr. Ackerman is wrong. That he’s not the bad guy that he’s been made out to be, and that those are just misconceptions about him.

It starts with trying to visit you during your planning period, but you are quick to make up excuses to be somewhere else. In the few words he can exchange with you, Reiner is left with the impression that may you still don’t understand his side of the story.

In time, small words and conversations send the two of you down rabbit holes of conversations. You talk about what it was like in college for you, and Reiner scoffs at the fact that he graduated ten years prior to you. It makes him feel old and less invincible.

You poke and prod at him for fun, teasing him about his history with moms in the parent body and teachers on the staff. Reiner scoffs and folds his arms over his chest at your comments each time, simply shrugging his shoulders and telling you that you’re seriously misjudging him. You simply believe in rumors.

He spends months winning you over with small-talk and invitations to the football games. You come to the games, and despite the tension he doesn’t invite you over to his house – not once. It leaves you impressed and in awe. Maybe Reiner was right. Maybe that’s all it just was, rumors – and your friend must have had some kind of miscommunication with him.

Reiner can feel your walls come down, slowly chipping away at you. He’s gentle and patient, never pushing too far. As far as you know, you lead the conversation. You’re convinced you’re impervious to his charms.

“I’ve never been good at sports,” you tell Reiner time and time again, “but I think I’ve won this game.”

Reiner laughs at the comment – not because he sees that as an invitation to a second game, but because the two of you haven’t even finished the first quarter. You weren’t even to the halftime show yet, baby.

The second quarter Reiner raises the stakes, becoming more bold in the passes he makes at you. At staff meetings, Reiner lets his large hands brush against the knee closest to him, reaches over you to grab papers – so close you can smell the bit of cologne he’s sprayed onto his neck that morning. He walks close to you, sometimes placing a hand to the small of your back, causing goosebumps to break out onto your neck and tingles to shoot down your spine– but only when he’s telling you goodbye, and never longer than a split second.

By the end of the second quarter, you’re left tired and breathless – unsure of whether to read his movements as flirtatious or simply kind. They’re always subtle and small – never giving you more than a taste, and simply not knowing what he meant by it drove you absolutely crazy. It was hard to focus, hard to breathe, hard to even think when he was in the same vicinity as you.

The halftime show is an eruption of tension as you both find yourself searching for pens in the same supply closet and the door accidentally slips shut behind the two of you. You fluster, cough, and apologize – but he tells you not to worry, it’s not a big deal given that you’re both looking for the same thing.

You’re bent over a box, ass poking out, when he shifts behind you. You can feel the outline of his cock pressed into your ass as he leans over you, searching for an extra history book for the freshman history class he teaches. You feel like you should be horrified at how unprofessional this is, but after all of the time you’ve spent with him – you’re left feeling desperate. His hand rests towards the top of the shelf as you slowly bring your ass to press over his dick, shuffling yourself back and forth over him. Reiner takes this as an invitation to grind into you – but the movement of his hips are brief, only grunting in satisfaction as he pulls down a needed book from the shelf.

You’re left looking up at him with shame, embarrassment, and confusion as he asks, “are you okay? You look a bit red.”

At the start of the third quarter, he knows you’ve already fumbled the ball too many times, passing up on several opportunities to touchdown and catch up to him. But you ran too hard in the first quarter, did too well, and then – as he anticipated – got too cocky, allowing for him to catch up to you in the second quarter.

It’s the third quarter and he’s got you over at his house, talking and laughing over dinner – sharing stories about your days and stupidly giggling. You feel like a completely different person around Reiner, like you can’t even control how strong you come off – but he’s backing up a bit, still refraining from trying to make a play too early. He simply walks you to your car, making sure to open the door and inviting you over another time. Each night you come over, you’re almost hopeful for a hug, a touch, a kiss, something. By the very end of the third quarter of his game, Reiner starts to make small gestures. He wipes food from the corner of your mouth, tucks strands of hair behind your ear, or lets his fingers brush over the top of your chest when he’s moving something.

All while you talk about winning, how the two of you are such good friends, and joke with him about how you’re probably one of the only freshly hired teachers he hasn’t fucked. And that makes you feel special. Like you’re valued by him. It’s ironic.

It’s the final quarter and the number of touchdowns Reiner has slammed on you is beyond compare, you’re practically eating out of the palm of his hand. You melt into the small touches he gives you, hangs onto every word he says, and even waits for him at your regular meetup spot when he’s an hour late – funny, considering the first time he asked you to a coffee shop in public you left after determining five minutes was too long to wait for him.

It's the final three seconds and you’re over. It’s now or never, he thinks, to break his own record. The longest it’s taken to break a person down is two months. It’s now April, and he’s put eight months of blood, sweat, and tears into pulling you apart piece by piece.

And he knows he’s won when he’s got you riding his cock as he bends you over the edge of his desk, one hand pressing your head down to his desk and the other holding the edge of your dress right above your ass.

“What was that about being – what was that word you used again?” Reiner asks you as he teases your entrance with the tip of his cock.

“- Impervious.” You hiss out between your teeth.

“Yeah, impervious!” Reiner seems so proud of himself for remembering the word, “- to my charm?”

“You’re so full of yoursel-” you open your mouth to snap at Reiner, feeling somewhat betrayed that he seized the moment to jump on you the very second it properly presented itself, nearly eight months after you told yourself you’d never fall for his cheeky charms, but he presses his fingers into your mouth, grunting a bit as he feels your lips slide around his fingers, tongue slick against the skin. His fingers press against the pad of your tongue.

“- I’m sorry,” Reiner hums to himself, “What was that?”

Each time he shovels his hips into you, pushing the tip of his cock against your G-Spot, you whine, whimper, and beg for him to go harder, deeper.

He slaps your ass, squeezing the fat and letting it pool between his fingers each time he does so.

“You wanna say what you said to me again?” Reiner hums, playfully warning you to choose your words wisely as you slowly approach your orgasm.

“- so good,” you praise Reiner instinctively, feeding into his ego instead of damaging it. “- feels so good, God – fuck –” your moans are high-pitched, and shrill, unable to properly speak properly as your walls start to clench around him.

Reiner grunts as you clench around him, soaking his cock in how wet you are, slick dripping down your thighs.

“ – you said you couldn’t even imagine dating me, let alone fucking me. Now look at you – fucking yourself on my cock like a dirty whore. You like it like this? You like it from behind, huh? Just like that mommy I fucked in the months leading up to you.” Reiner’s rambles, almost giving you a story, “but don’t worry, it was just practice for you – wanted to make sure I didn’t lose my spark before you let me get to fuck you.”

Your legs are trembling as Reiner buries himself to the hilt in you, grunting as he now uses his free hand to play with your clit. You can only respond high-pitched, breathy, moans as you continue to climb your climax.

“But you were right about one thing- ” Reiner admits as your hips stutter, finger rolling around your clit relentlessly to help you on your way to your orgasm, a bit of spit dribbling down your chin as he did so. “ – you are different. Do you wanna know why you’re different?” Reiner asks.

You can only give Reiner pathetic whimpers.

“ – because I chose you to be. Because you’re the one I decided to make a marry and make a mommy.” Reiner babbles on, his intense rambles starting to startle you a bit. “You won’t have to worry about the stress of wanting to impact so many kids” He presses on, referring to the time you confided in him that you sometimes felt like you had so much to do yet so little time to actually change a kid’s life. “You’re gonna be so pretty, dressed up cute mommy clothes, big with our kid – the only kid you’ll have to worry about impressing. ‘n then when you’ve given birth to our first kid, I’m gon’ rail another one right in you – so we don’t put any time to waste.”

It's the final quarter and Reiner has one the game – and he knows he’s won it when you climax, cumming onto his cock as he returns the favor straight into you, your tight cunt coercing a fat load from him.

You’re left trembling beneath him, as he pulls out, tucking himself back in as he lowers your dress back over your ass before slapping your ass, telling you about how he’s so happy that you’ve decided to not renew your teaching contract the next year.

It’s the final quarter, end of the year, and it’s shortly after you decide to resign from your job that Reiner Braun learns the lesson once more that he always gets what he wants.

It’s the end of the year and you’re doe-eyed and pregnant, looking to him for guidance, and suggesting that you pursue a relationship to try and make it work for your child.

It’s the final quarter and Reiner Braun knows he’s going to get exactly what he wants – a pretty little housewife dolled up in his team’s clothes, newly pregnant with his child, and helping fundraise for his high school football team – the football team of the same high school his children will graduate from.

[impulsivecompliment]

Okay. I have a terrible idea, and I'll understand, if you don't like it, but I want to try. But first of all.

Your writing is just simply amazing. So beautiful, so delicious. Just perfect. I love it. Thank you for that.

And so, the idea: the commander asked you to help him with the documents. You're doing a good job of filling out the paperwork, besides, you're a pleasant company. You've been doing paperwork in his office for hours. When did it get dark outside the window? What time is it? 2:37 a.m., well, just wonderful. The commander suggests a break. He offers to make you both coffee. You're already getting up to go to the dining room, but he stops you. Let him make you both coffee. He should thank you somehow for your help. You always do so much for the corps. You are a very diligent and sympathetic young woman, Y/n, he must admit, that he is so proud, that you are his soldier. Erwin comes back with two cups of coffee, this one for you and this one for him. Your coffee tastes very strange. But you decide not to tell your boss about it, he's just tired, and could have messed up something. You're drinking your coffee, doing another stack of papers. Yandere commander Erwin Smith, pretending to work hard, is waiting for the aphrodisiac in your coffee to start effect.

First of all I wanted to apologise that it took me so long. The circumstances never work in my favour. Second, I wanted to thank you for your compliment on my writing, I really appreciate it. The way you phrased your request makes me wonder if you're a writer yourself. Anyways I hope this story is to your liking.

Aphrodisiac.

Summary: After hours of paperwork your commander suggests a break to drink some coffee. As it turns out there's a substance much stronger than caffeine in your hot drink.

Warnings: smut (mdni), dubcon, yandere!erwin, fem!reader, toxic behaviour, possessiveness, petting (female receiving), overstimulation, rough sex, authority kink, edging, oral sex (male and female receiving)

Looking for mistakes, you skimmed the paragraphs on the document in front of you. The dim light of the oil lamp on the commanders desk illuminated the royal blue ink of the letters.

After lunch the commander asked you kindly to assist him with the paperwork and you didn't refuse, not being able to reject him, even if you wanted to. Erwin Smith had an unexplainable effect on you. Solely his presence send shivers down your spine, his fierce gaze weakened your legs – and yet you couldn't resist the mysterious sparkle in his clear blue eyes.

In deep thought about him instead of the papers, you sighed, putting a sheet on the completed stack. Secretly, you stole a glance at Erwin, admiring his wellshaped features. Some strands of golden hair lingered on his forehead, his long lashes didn't let the weak light pass and his strong hand hold the pen firmly.

What a lovely sight.

Just when you wanted to return your attention to the files, your gaze locked with Erwins. Your cheeks heated up, when you realized that he caught you staring.

“Is there a problem?”, he asked, seeming oblivious of your observations.

“No, sir.”, you replied, averting your gaze, “I just spaced out for a moment. That was unprofessional, I'm sorry.”

Erwin chuckled slightly, causing you to look up surprised. The image of the strict commander slowly faded away and was replaced by a different man. Even though he had finished way more papers than you, he seemed relaxed.

“You shouldn't apologise, (Y/N),” he scolded you, smiling amused, “If you're tired we can take a short break and drink some coffee.”

You remained silent. Was your sleepiness that obvious? Why wasn't there a clock in his office? You shook your head in hope to get rid of these annoying questions.

“I'll make us some coffee, sir.”, you announced, getting up from your chair.

Suddenly Erwin grabbed your hand, stopping you in your movements. His fingers grasped your wrist uncomfortably tight. You looked at him, questioning his actions.

“(Y/N), please, let me take care of it.”, he pleaded, even though his words sounded more like a command, “You already do so much for the corps. I am proud that such an intelligent, young and beautiful woman is one of my soldiers.”

Confused by his compliment, you cleared your throat.

“I think everyone is doing its best, sir. I am nobody exceptional.”, you contended, trying your best to hide your prominent blush.

Finally he stood up, letting go of your wrist.

“As a commander I have a good sense for rare qualities.”, Erwin stated, staring right into your soul, “Believe me when I say, that you're one of a kind...”

You slightly opened your mouth to oppose his statement but no words left your lips.

“Let me take care of it.”, he requested, waiting for your final answer until you nodded.

After he left the room you continued to work on the previous paper to not waste any time but it didn't take long for him to return with a small tray in his hands. The two cups steamed, filling the air with a comforting scent. Carefully, Erwin placed one cup right in front of you.

“Thank you so much.”, you beamed, taking in the pleasant aroma.

“I should be the one thanking you.“, the commander said, sitting down in his chair.

He took a sip of his coffee, savouring the bitterness of the drink. After you added two cubes of sugar and mixed them with your spoon, you took a sip too.

When you felt a strange taste on your tongue, you furrowed your brows. Your coffee never tasted so weird before. Maybe he didn't know how to make proper coffee or perhaps he messed up because of exhaustion, even though Erwin seemed as someone who got every task perfectly done at first try. In addition to that, he seemed to enjoy his drink, not noticing the same weirdness as you.

Surely you were overinterpreting things. After all you were just tired and only the coffee could fix that. So you added more sugar into your cup and drank the brew without complaining.

The two of you stayed silent, while you enjoyed your hot drinks but neither of you seemed to mind. Soon an uncomfortable heat crept over you and took possession of your body – your breaths became short and sweat glued your uniform to your skin. Hoping that this uneasy feeling would pass by itself, you focused on work but nothing improved.

Gasping for air, you dropped the pen in your hand.

“(Y/N), are you alright?”, Erwin asked concerned.

His piercing blue eyes demanded an answer.

“I- I feel hot, sir.”, you stuttered, pulling at your collar to breathe more easily again.

The embarassement you felt, worsened your situation. The commander shouldn't see a professional soldier panting and struggling. Desperately, you tried to escape your jacket but your arms got tangled in the sleeves.

“Wait, let me help you.”, Erwin declared, getting up from his chair and walking behind you, while you still struggled with the jacket.

“No, I can handle-”

“It was a command, not a suggestion.”, he interrupted you, his voice sounding harsh.

Your heartbeat fastened, sensing the approaching closure. Then his hands wandered to your wirsts, entangling the sleeves and pulling your jacket to the side. By doing so, he accidentally brushed over your sensitive breasts, making you moan.

Instantly he froze in his movements. When you realized what sound just emerged from your mouth, you just wanted to dissappear.

“That was an interesting sound.”, he smirked, resting his hands on your shoulders.

“I am so sorry, sir, I feel very weird, I think I should go now.”, you apologized, raising up from your chair but he pushed you right back.

“I didn't give you permission to leave.”

His usual calm, deep voice sounded aggressive. Everything made sense now: the late night paperwork, the weird taste of your coffee and his persistence to make it for you. Once again he proved that he was a calculating devil. Even so, the one to blame was you. Above all, you always knew about his unpredictable nature – but there was something exciting about that danger what made it even more desirable.

He was a sinner but so were you.

His right hand that rested on your shoulder just seconds ago, wrapped around your throat, his thumb pressing at your airway. You were short of breath before already, but now your eyes flickered with black dots. Craning your neck, you looked up, catching his cold, obsessive eyes. Erwin stared at you, building up the heavy tension – and if it weren't for his grip around your neck, you would've screamed.

Just as you were about to lose the last drop of sanity, he crashed his lips into yours. Mercilessly, Erwin shoved his tongue into your mouth, tasting all the possible angles. Your breath fastened, his grip tightened, the heat increased.

Meanwhile his other hand found a way to your aching middle. Contrary to your expectations, his fingers brushed over your clit and entrance almost ghostly. Because of that, you pressed your thighs together, trapping his hands and rubbing against them to get friction.

“Needy, are we?”, he teased, breaking the kiss.

His blue eyes were lit on fire, ready to burn a hole into you.

“Your fault, sir.”, you muttered angrily, “So take responsibility.”

Finally he let go of your throat, tracing your facial features instead.

“Didn't know that your mouth could form such words.”, Erwin mused, following the outline of your upper lip with his index finger, “You shouldn't talk to your superior like that, (Y/N).”

This warning spread like electricity in your veins, making you shiver. Silly girl, you forgot who you were talking to – Erwin Smith, the devil, holding your fate in his hands. Just one command from him could ruin your life.

“Maybe I should teach you a lesson?”

It wasn't a question, it was an order. There was no way out of it. Tears dropped down your cheeks, gathering on your chin line. At first he seemed concerned about it but his worry was soon replaced with a complacent smirk.

“Save your tears for later, dear.”, Erwin demanded, walking around and pulling you up from the chair by the collar.

Overwhelmed by his sudden motion, you stumbled, crashing into his body. While processing what just happened, you clung to his white dress shirt. Because of the closeness of your bodies, you could feel his hard member poking you. Arousal and anxiety mingled inside of you, the hammering of your heart now more than evident.

Despite your inability to look him in the eye, Erwin pushed you down to your knees until your mouth was on the same level with his crotch. The buldge in his pants made you swallow, stirring the lust.

“Actually, you don't deserve what I'm going to give you...”, he remarked, unbuckling his belt, “...but be a good girl, please me and I'll forgive you.”

When his enormous lenght sprung free, all you could do was stare. It seemed impossible to fit it in your mouth. Nevertheless the heat between your legs was eager to please him. Slowly, you grabbed his cock, while you left soft kisses all over his length. When you kissed his tip, the precum spilling out from it, coated your lips white, leaving a salty taste.

Not knowing if it was because of the aphrodisiac in your blood or your natural lust, your body started aching for more. Greedily, you took as much as you could in, while you massaged the remaining part of his member. His girthy flesh left no space for air but you didn't mind, for this was much better than a drag of fresh air. Your tongue teased him skillfully, worshipping his slight curve. Even though you enjoyed sucking his length, you didn't dare to look up, knowing that you would stop in the tracks, when your gazes connected.

In fact Erwin was observing you meticulously. He was mesmerised by the way your cheeks fluttered around his hard member and how dedicated you bobbed your head. His intuition didn't betray him after all, you were truly one of a kind, with an unique set of skills that only he knew about.

The commander smirked full of satisfaction, leading his hand to your (h/c) hair. His fingers combed your (h/l) strands, this sudden gentleness making you shiver.

“Look at me, love.”, Erwin ordered, caressing your head but you didn't listen.

Instead you fastened your pace to push him over the limits. Suddenly he pulled your hair, making your eyes teary.

“Don't make me repeat myself.”, he growled and you obeyed instantly.

When your eyes locked, you drowned in the depth of his blue orbs. They were unreadable, full of contradicting emotions and strictness – those were the eyes you fell for. Although he didn't deserve your love, you couldn't help yourself.

“Why did you stop?”, he asked arching an eyebrow.

Now, you realised your suspected paralysis.

“Diligent soldiers always finish their work.”

With that he started to push your head up and down, shoving his cock deep down your throat till your nose hit his base. While he abused your poor mouth, you kept staring at him, sinking further into the abyss hidden behind his eyes. Only the hot, thick trace of his cum running down your throat brought you back to your senses. Without wasting another second you swallowed his whole load, your burning cheeks clamping around his member once again that rested on your tongue.

“You tried so hard, you were so good.”, Erwin praised you, stroking your cheeks with his knuckles, while you panted heavily, “Time to reward my favourite soldier.”

In Erwins case actions always followed after his words. Effortlessly, he picked you up, carried you carefully to his bed and placed you like a rare jewel on top of it. Because of his tenderness you almost forgot how he used you moments ago.

“Now, your reward.”, the commander announced slightly smirking, before he pecked your lips.

Erwin opened the buttons of your blouse, exposing your bra-covered breasts, without pulling it completely off your body. Humming, he left a trail of kisses on your belly before he reached your fully wet panties.

“Shall I take them off?”, he asked you as if your answer wasn't obvious.

“Yes, sir. Please do that, sir.”, you answered in a begging manner, lifting your hips up, so he could slip of the fabric more easily.

The commander didn't hesitate uncovering your most intimate area. Why should he when you paved the way for him?

When he licked up your slit, you moaned out in ecstasy, finally experiencing the tingling your core was asking for. You arched your back, giving him access to your most sensitive part that he teased just perfectly. It was strange: Erwin knew exactly what dots to press and what spots to lick, as if he had studied your body before. He hold your waist strongly, keeping you in place when the pleasure got too great. Somehow the commander sensed when you were about to reach your high, but he edged you on mercilessly without granting you the orgasm.

“My-my re-reward, sir.”, you whimpered between dramatic gasps, “I want it, please, I want it so bad. I'll do whatever you want, I promise.”

A deep chuckle escaped his chest, vibrating on your sensitive folds.

“I take you by your word then, (Y/N).”, Erwin said, his nose nudging your clit.

And then he started.

It was an incredible sensation. Every nerve of yours tingled, building up the sweet tension in your abdomen. His tongue melted with your hot middle, drinking every drop of your arousal. Driven by his own pleasure, Erwin groaned into your skin. You just ruined all his fantasies because the reality surpassed all his dirty thoughts about you. Therefore it wasn't surprising that his obsession with you rose as well.

A deafening moan erupted from your lips, when you surpassed your limit. While you trashed in place, trying to grab the sheets, Erwin savoured your oozing aroma. A lifetime wasn't enough for him to taste you.

“Thank you.”, you breathed, blinking with heavy eyelids.

“So well mannered, always saying thank you and please.”, he approved, sliding two of his fingers in, even though you still wanted to rest after your intense orgasm.

He curled his fingers, dragging them along the soft inside of your walls. When he found your sweet spot, your legs trembled.

“Here we go.”, the commander mused, satisfied that he found your weakness.

His digits played with your insides ruthlessly, scissoring, curling, pumping, until your next orgasm caught you. This time he did the exact opposite. Instead of edging you on, Erwin lured one orgasm after another from you. After a while you lost count how many times you already felt this extreme pleasure. There was and will be no man, who will torture you that sweetly. No one can do it better than the devil himself, the creator of temptation.

To your luck Erwin stopped after a couple more orgasms, because his throbbing cock wanted to feel the warmth of your walls. He hovered over you, aligning himself with your core and watching your nearly unconscious figure. It was a pleasure for his eyes. In an abrupt motion he entered you, filling you out. Thousands of gasps rolled over lips, echoing in the spacious room. His member was too much to handle, it was too big and thick. You felt his pulsating tip deep in your tummy.

“You were made for me.”, Erwin stated, unclapsing your bra and thrusting in and out of you.

There was no way this man had enough patience to let you adjust to his length. Selfish as he was, the commander took full control of your body. The deep thrusts brought you closer to your climax, while your walls hold on to his member like for dear life. Erwin tickeld the palm your hand with his index finger, before he intertwined his fingers with yours. Your bodies were melting together, you could feel his sweaty skin, his breaths and the way your breasts rubbed against his muscles. For a moment he slowed down his movements, causing you to believe that you two were making love.

But that moment passed quickly.

Soon Erwin grabbed the headboard of his bed, fastening his pounding.

“Touch your breasts.”, the commander requested, putting a hand on your hip.

With great effort you moved your hands to your breasts and started toying with them, pinching your nipples and massaging them. The knot in your belly was growing way to quickly to your liking but you did as you were told, increasing the heat in your body.

And then you came, screaming.

This orgasm was so extreme that your whole body began to tremble and you briefly lost your eye sight.

“Sir...”, you mumbled, stretching out your arms faintly towards his back, but before you could reach him, they fell back on the sheets, overwhelmed by your next high.

“ Sir what?”

With all your strength you tried to keep the whimpers in you.

“Please slow down...”, you begged, looking at him with teary eyes.

“No.”, he bluntly cut you off, increasing his speed.

In sync with his wild thrusts, he pushed your hips towards him. The hot sensation he created in you made your eyes roll back. Your mouth was wide open and a subtle trace of saliva flowed over the corner of your mouth. Your head was empty, only the picture of Erwin’s heavenly sight remained in your mind...

...before everything turned dark.

The next day you woke up in a tight embrace, naked under white blankets with your commander. When you stirred, you felt the horrible aching caused by his rough treatment last night. You flinched, when you felt a sticky substance leaking out of your hole. It took you a couple of minutes before you were brave enough to look up. His intoxicating eyes were already staring at you. How was it possible to hate and love a man at the same time?

“I will never forgive you that you drugged me last night.”, you broke the silence, your voice dry and broken.

“I don't need your forgiveness, (Y/N). I just need you.”, Erwin countered, kissing your forehead.

[stanurines1mp]

Play Fire With Fire

Pairing: Jean Kirstein x Fem!Reader (she/her)

type: fluff + steamy

an: literally wtf is this? it's kinda hot though oml. someone get me a Jean irl. I want him honestly. also, please give me requests or smtng idk... it's not technically fluff tho- but it's not angst either and def not smut. a part 2 for this where its just filthy smut wud be good tho eheh. i apologize in advance tho-

warnings: mentions of being an orphan, mentions of injuries, slight angst if you squint, steamy-ish, enemies-to-lovers-esque, not even enemies really tho. suggestive flirting so if youre not comfy, don't read. coz there's a lot eheh. they're very dirty dirty. but no smut tho. tell me if i missed anything.

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You had no idea what came over you. But when your ship was hijacked, you voluntarily went with Yelena. You had no idea what her and Zeke's plans were but you went with them anyway.

While the other Marleyans were held captive as prisoners, Yelena made a request to let you roam free under the supervision of the Scouts. It took a lot of convincing but ultimately, Commander Hange Zoe allowed the request after the discussion held with the other high-ranking officers of Paradis.

You were introduced to the main unit of the Survey Corps. The Commander was exceptionally friendly and eccentric that even if you actually hated Eldians, you were sure you would have loved them either way.

Then you met the man dubbed as Humanity's Strongest Soldier; Captain Levi Ackerman. You didn't expect him to be so short or slender, to be honest.

You were lucky enough to actually spend time with the person Yelena so desperately wanted to meet; the Titan shifter, Eren Jaeger. Along with him, you met Armin Arlert, the one with the power of the Colossal Titan.

Their unit consisted of a few others; Mikasa Ackerman, Sasha Braus, Conny Springer, and Jean Kirstein. All of them were about your age. Which made them wonder how you were even a part of the cavalry sent to rescue the lost soldiers.

"I'm an orphan. So they pretty much just took me and made me a soldier since I was a kid," you confided to Armin on a cold night by the fireplace.

"I'm sorry to hear that. How old were you when they took you?" He asked, voice intended with care as he worried over the crossing of boundaries.

"Five years old," you mumbled under the starry night.

"I'm sorry. No one deserves that," he sympathized, understanding that you now had a bond with him.

It was clear that there was a lack of trust at first between you and the Scouts of the main unit. But Armin was the connection that insisted trust be built.

So over time, you trained with them and shared stories of your life with them. Trust strengthened the friendships you had with them all.

Once the trust between you and those of the Scout Regiment was strong enough, you began training with them. You learned to use their gear, their blades, though you knew that Titans weren't really the ones you'd be fighting against. You were just curious and the others had taken a liking to your curiosity that they helped you with it.

To say you were a natural was an understatement. With no experience whatsoever, you managed to use their ODM gear perfectly. They even compared you to Captain Levi and Mikasa, saying how you were almost as good as them. The keyword being almost.

You'd train one on one with most of them. Easily, you won. Eren, Armin, Sasha, and Conny fell victim to your strength during combat training.

You had yet to train with Mikasa and honestly, with the way everyone praised her, you were certainly excited to test your abilities against someone from the Ackerman clan.

The session you had with Mikasa was long but you weren't even upset when she ultimately won. But still, she gave you injuries and wounds that seriously hurt like a bitch.

"It happens," Jean chuckled while he stood by your side, helping you to your wounds.

"I'm used to it," you shrugged.

"You know, you haven't fought me yet," he smirked, wiping some rubbing alcohol on your skin. "Shit, sorry," he mumbled apologetically after you winced at the sudden contact.

"You think I can't beat you?" You laughed, the sound music to his ears.

"It would be amusing to see you try," he grinned.

You couldn't help but want to smack the smug smirk off his face. You didn't hate Jean. In fact, his leadership skills were admired by you.

Not to mention, you did think he was quite attractive. But his complexion was that of a challenge. And you weren't the kind to back down from a challenge. Because of that, you took it up on him once your injuries settled.

Honestly, Jean had no idea why he was being so smug with you. He knew damn well that the chances of you taking him down topples the chances of him actually winning.

He was there when you went on against Mikasa. He watched your every move, he studied you. He examined the way your slim body moved against Mikasa.

Your movements were swift and your techniques were unique. Even with how much his eyes were focused on you whenever he saw you train, he still couldn't master your techniques. And he really tried to.

So again, he had no idea why he was being so cocky. Maybe because he wanted to impress you. Or maybe because it was just you. Either way, he was ready to give it his all during your training session with him for the first time.

"Why are you all here?" You quirked your brows at everyone who was sitting by the clearing just like last time when you trained with Mikasa.

"We're here to see horseface gets his ass kicked," Eren shrugged.

"I take it you're on my side then," you smirked, sending a wink to them before you warmed up. "Get ready to go down," you grinned, walking past Jean.

"In your dreams," he huffed, rolling his eyes sharply.

But something in the way your voice was a sultry, chest-originating tone caused his breathing to stop. It was just for a second, but it was a second. The two of you warmed up before approaching one another on the field. You began.

It didn't take long for you to win the first session. You had your right leg pushing him on the ground against his chest. Your lips were curled in a victorious grin that erupted a swarm of butterflies in the pit of Jean's stomach.

At the end of the day, you really did win against him. Well, almost. At the last round, somehow, someway, Jean swooped your leg and pinned you down.

Your back hit the ground with a thud. Your throat let out a muffled grunt before your whole complexion turned into a scowl at the sight of Jean's lips that mimicked the ones you sent to him before. Your ears caught the gasps of shock from the others.

"Got you," he winked, absorbing the victory.

You didn't hate Jean. But now, you do. All because he won against you one time.

So after that, you kept training with Mikasa just so you can improve your skills. One day, the Captain himself wanted a shot at you. You didn't mind. Even if he won, which he ultimately did, you'd understand. He was an Ackerman.

But Jean wasn't. So how the in the goddamn fuck did he manage to pin you down?

You made sure that he knew you were holding a grudge. You couldn't help it though. Because after that day, everything about him annoyed you. His incessant, constant flirting. His stupid smirk. His dopey grin. His whole fucking existence.

"You lost against Mikasa and Levi, why are you giving him such a hard time?" Sasha queried, taking a mouthful of food.

"Because he's annoying," you grumbled bitterly, watching as Jean chuckled with amusement.

"Welcome to the Jean hate club," Eren patted your back gently, slightly scared of you after you caused him to get five stitches during the first round of your training with him. "I'm the President of it."

"Shut up, you suicidal maniac!" Jean growled through gritted teeth, and you couldn't help but appreciate the sight of his anger.

He looks kinda hot.

No.

You hate him.

You hate him but you're not blind.

But you hate him.

And as you spend your days with a grudge against Jean and hating at each movement of his, he couldn't help but fall head over heels in love with your whole existence.

He fell infatuated with each part of you. So while you would make a remark about anything of him, he'd stare with eyes so fucking loving.

You'd agree with whatever insult Eren let out, adding a comment of your own. But Jean would admire your soft pink lips that would curl into a grin.

He knew you'd one day want a rematch with him. He looked forward to that day the second you mentioned it in a tone he assumed was meant to be threatening. But to him, it was mere beauty.

At nights, he'd think of you before sleeping. He'd think of how the skin of your fingertips would look against his.

He wanted to know how his palm looked against yours. His palm would probably be bigger. He wanted to know how your hands would look intertwined with his.

He wondered how both of you would look when he had his arm around you. Your waist, your shoulders, your body.

He wanted you.

One night he thought of how to get closer to you. How to have a relationship with you. He came up with an idea to begin flirting with you.

The whole day before he saw you, he was mustering up the courage in his body. At first, he was almost sure you would hit him or just straight-up murder him. But he was wrong.

When he laid eyes on your appearance by the hallway, he rushed out, an arm smoothly stretched out around your shoulders. At first touch, you tensed but then you immediately relaxed at recognizing Jean's touch.

"Hey, gorgeous," his lips were twitched upwards in a smirk while his deep voice warmed the side of your ear.

While your eyes were intensely stared forward, his were on you. Careful, sharp light-brown eyes studiously raking your reaction. Much to his surprise, he noticed the sharp intake of breath of yours at the same time red hue splattered your complexion.

But the reaction that caused his confidence to shoot up the roof is the flash second after his flirty greet when your breathing stopped and your eyes fluttered.

Your chest then heaved rather nervously, like your heart was beating fast because of his words. Because of him. Your jaw clenched before you relaxed and tried your best to pretend you had no reaction.

"What do you want, dickhead?" Your voice was scrunched messily at first before it took a steadier tone.

"Is that a way to greet your favorite Devil?" He chuckled, noticing that you hadn't pushed his arm away or even tried to squirm. You just continued walking alongside his pace, arm still around your shoulder.

"You are in no way my favorite," you also let out your own humorless chuckle.

"Wanna have dinner with me, doll?"

"Like you'd even give me a moment of peace anyway," you retorted, unknowingly warming his heart.

After that night, he just kept on going. In addition to the nicknames, he started giving you flowers. Random flowers he'd pick up whenever he'd see one.

"For you, princess," he'd bow down jokingly while handing you a single daisy.

You'd roll your eyes, pretending like he was annoying you. You did still find him annoying. But you began to like having him around.

He did make funny jokes. Even though they were mostly, usually, stupid. But you decided you actually did like stupid jokes. Especially his stupid jokes.

But you liked what you had with him. So you kept it going.

You'd still roll your eyes at his appearance. You'd huff out a breath at his words. You'd give him a scoff like everything he's doing and saying is stupid. Maybe they were. But he liked doing them all to you and you felt the same.

But you'd never let him know.

Because he still managed to beat you that one time.

And he was so smug about it that you needed to win.

"You're glowing, love," he greeted you with awe at the training field.

The day both of you were looking forward to had arrived. You were more than ready to kick his and he was more than ready to see the joyous look on your face when you'd do that.

He knew that you'd win. The only reason he won that day was because of pure luck. He'd seen you and the way you fought. Still, he wasn't going to let you win that easily. He respected you too much not to give you a real fight.

"Get ready to get your ass kicked, Jean-boy," you winked playfully.

Fuck, Y/N, if I could, I'd let you ruin me. He wanted to say that. He thought that. But of course, out of respect, he'd kept them as nothing but a mere loving thought.

The others had gathered around the field. The ones most excited for the fight were, of course, the two titan shifters as well as Conny, Mikasa, Sasha, and Commander Hange.

Captain Levi was there too but you were sure he couldn't care less about it. But maybe he did a little because you had been training with him a lot that he considered you a friend.

So you began once the two of you were ready. Just as you had expected, Jean wasn't going to give in so easily. You realized that he, too, had gotten better with his techniques.

Despite the number of nights you had spent staying up thinking about Jean, it was becoming hard to predict his next moves. Thankfully, you were fast.

But not fast enough that Jean had your back against him. Your body was pushed flushed, a light thud emitted at the rough contact, causing you to drop your knife.

His arm over your collarbone was strong and firm, holding you in place. Your breathing was heavy, your head slightly turned to the right to see him.

You felt his head lean down to the right side of your face. His breath was warm against your skin, sending goosebumps at the close contact.

"I got you," he let out a deep chuckle, so cruel yet arousing.

"Yeah?" Your voice is intentionally sultry to catch him off guard. "What are you gonna do to me now?"

Just like you planned, he was extremely surprised at your sudden words and tone. He didn't really let go of you but his arm loosened away and his mind was clouded with desire.

You took the opportunity to make your move. You swooped his right leg with your own, causing him to tumble down.

In one swift movement, you took your fallen knife before turning Jean's body around so you were face to face while you had him pinned on the ground. The knife you held was strained against his throat. Of course, you wouldn't actually hurt him.

"You talk too much, Jean-boy," you hummed. "Should just slit your throat right now. That should shut you up."

Your threats were empty, both of you knew that. But your eyes were glaring sharply at him. All while his complexion wore a dopey smile like he was drunk. Drunk of your sweet scent. Drunk of your touch. Drunk of your presence. Drunk of you.

"You're beautiful."

His voice was so steady. Your mind was a little blank at coming up with a remark. You were blushing madly as your eyes met his.

Your face relaxed a little but before a proper smile could form, you heard Hange and Armin stopping you. They probably thought that you were really gonna hurt Jean.

"That's enough, Y/N," they chuckled nervously. "I'll treat us all to a dinner tonight at your victory," they announced happily. "Please wear nice clothes."

"Oh, fancy," you giggled before getting off Jean's lap on the ground.

You made sure he caught sight of your wink that sent him into a frenzy. He sighed contentedly, falling back onto the ground. He laid there for a while before getting up himself.

He didn't even feel angry when Eren made an insulting jab towards him. He was much too blissed out by you to care about anything else.

And just when he thought he couldn't be even more mesmerized by you, he was proven wrong. Standing before his eyes was you in a long, silky sage dress.

The straps holding the dress were so thin, he couldn't help but conjure the image of his fingers wrapped around them. He was wearing a suit, his growing mullet styled nicely.

He leaned against the doorframe of Hange's office where you and Levi were conversing. He couldn't help as his eyes raked over your figure. You could feel his fiery gaze on you but you couldn't ignore the way heat was flushing your body.

During the fancy dinner, you were sat across Jean. And his gaze never once traveled elsewhere. Unless someone was talking to him. So in between the praises and questions, you let your eyes meet his.

Somewhere over the course of the night, you caught him staring at you, eyes flickering up and down. Deciding that your actions could probably lead to something irreversible, you ignored all rational thoughts and reciprocated his demeanor.

So you played fire with fire.

"That last technique was really good, Y/N," Armin complimented, taking a forkful of food. "Where'd you learn it?"

"One of the first things I was taught," you answered with a sly smile, distracting enough so the others wouldn't notice you and Jean eye-fucking each other. "Distract your opponent and hit them when their brain is all mushy and confused."

"How'd you distract Jean?" Levi's voice was laced with suggestion more than curiosity.

You'd spend enough time with the Captain to notice his little hints. Of course, he knew something.

"Come on Captain, I'm no snitch," you let out a soft laugh while your gaze wandered to him again. "Everyone craves a distraction honestly."

"That, I agree," Sasha smiled innocently, shoving her mouth with more food.

Once the night ended, you all returned back. You said your farewells to the others. Your ways parted with theirs when you made your way to your room.

But you didn't have to look behind to know Jean stayed his journey with you. His presence was so filling that you could sense him easily.

"Getting a little creepy there, horseface," you simply let out, feeling as he picked up his pace so he can walk alongside you.

"Can I walk you to your room?"

It was an accident but you felt his fingertips brush against your bare forearm. "Aren't you doing that already?" You laughed softly.

"Sorry for that," he hummed, putting his hands in the pockets of his pants.

You chuckled breathily, a little amused at his sincere apology. The whole way over to your room was silent. You didn't say anything and neither did he.

When you finally reached the door, you held the doorknob against your flesh. But before you actually turned it, you faced him, eyebrows raised, a suggestive smirk lingering on your lips.

"So are you just here to be a gentleman or do what you wanted to the whole night?"

The next thing you knew, your hands grabbed at his tie, pulling him closer to you. His hand quickly was placed on yours at the doorknob, quickly turning it.

His body pushed against yours into the room. The door was closed in a thud that you wished wasn't too loud. His hands roamed to your body, your body pressed against the wall while his lips fought yours in a battle of dominance.

When you both needed air, he pulled away, making sure to drag out your bottom lip with an arousing bite. A small whimper of pleasure escaped your throat at his action.

"What did you say about my mouth earlier, Y/N?" He chuckled darkly, his deep voice rumbling from the pit of his chest. His tone was condescending and belittling.

You couldn't help but let your own hands wander to the buttons of Jean's shirt. His lips were slightly swollen and you knew that yours were too. Pants were in sync, filling both your hearings like music on a sweet summer day.

"Fuck you, Jean," you seethed.

Then he let out the most rumbling voice against the heat of your ear. The darkness of his tone matched with the dominating breathing he kept by your earlobe was enough to free every inch of you from any self-restraint.

"Trust me, gorgeous, you're about to."

Don't play fire with fire, they say.

You were glad to never have been one to listen to anyone, anyway.

[theinariakuma]

Minors and Ageless Blogs DO NOT INTERACT. You will be Blocked. 

Content Warning: Rough sex, mild overstimulation, marking, Trainer! Porco, fem!character, Semi-public sex, unprotected sex, use of names Doll and Slut, Light Prep.

Kinktober Masterlist

When she joined the gym, she hadn’t really planned on getting herself a trainer. She wanted to start getting into shape, so she planned on just coming in after work. But, it seemed that she had a couple of free sessions when she joined the gym, to let her try out and see if she was willing. 

It wasn’t the training that had her wanting to sign up. And she had a feeling that was why the gym trainers were hired. She just picked a random name from the list that lined up with her day off after errands. Reiner, Porco, Erwin, Bertholdt, Ymir, and Mikasa. 

The only one with an open slot when she needed it had been Porco. 

‘I. Am. Screwed.’ Was the only thought running through her hair as she met with the man. She was on the chubbier side, whereas he was tall and muscular. 

It wasn’t just the muscles. It was the cocky grin on his face, the spark in his eyes, the way he didn’t hesitate in looking her up and down. A predator ready to devour its prey. 

“Porco.” He put out his hand for her. “You must be my client for this afternoon.” 

It felt like she’d swallowed her tongue. “Y-yeah, nice to meet you. W-we’ll see if this whole trainer thing works out for me.”

The grin on his face told her that he wasn’t going to let her say no.

Porco was observing his newest client, the woman was getting better. Her goals to get in shape were simple, but she was dedicated. It made him proud to have such a client. 

He found her beautiful, the soft color of stretch marks along her skin, the softness of her body when he’d felt her during their measuring. He loved women in all shapes and forms, but something about her was special, he supposed. 

Though, he didn’t know why he felt such a tightness in his chest when he noticed the marks on her neck. Likely from a lover. Some even on her hips, he’d noticed when she’d bent over during stretching, making her leggings shift on her soft tummy. 

“You got a little…” He motioned to her neck, watching her squeak was the highlight of his day when he saw her. 

“I... “ She sighed. “It was a little fling after a girl’s night.” She didn’t do that often but since working with Porco she was always wound up. “I don’t do it often--”

Another squeak left her as she found herself pushed back against the wall. The private room he’d booked for their session had at least another half an hour before anyone would need the room. “But?” His amber-brown eyes gazing into hers. 

She was stuttering, unable to form a sentence with that intense look on his face. “I… W-well….I…” Every time she tried to speak, her cheeks only grew warmer, feeling it inch down her neck and up to her ears. Her words escaping her each and every time. 

“Was it my fault?” He asked, his body moving closer, head leaning down until his breath was on her neck when he brought his mouth to her neck. “Come on, doll. Did I cause you such a need you went to a stranger instead of comin’ to me?”

When he felt her nod, there was no more holding back as large hands grabbed her hips, dragging her to him. His fingers digging into the soft flesh of her hip as his mouth pressed to her neck. Hot kisses and careful bites over the marks left on her skin. 

The soft moans as her fingers twisted in his shirt were beautiful music to him. “Next time, doll, come to me.” His fingers at her hip began inching her leggings down. “It’s okay, I’ve had such a need since I met you too.” His fingers trailing back up to the soft curves her body held. He loved how plush she was. Soft and warm, just made him want to hold her in his arms… whether or not he was fucking her stupid. 

His fingers dipped under the fabric of her panties, a grin appearing on his face as he was trailing more kisses along her neck, making sure to leave a line of marks along her neck. He wanted anyone who saw her to see she belonged to someone already. “Look at this, doll. Already soaked.” 

Porco was talkative, confident. He said what he wanted, when he wanted, and it only excited her more because he was so sure of himself with her. 

Thick fingers sank into her, thumb toying with her clit as his fingers pushed in deep. “So fucking tight… Fuck, gonna have to stretch you if I want my cock to fit in here.” He knew he’d have to keep her now. He wanted to keep her, to break her daily.

Pulling back to look at her, she was already a mess. Her fingers grasping helplessly at the wall behind her, her back arching slightly as her hips involuntarily bucked towards his fingers, letting her ride them a bit easier. He was lost in her face, however. Lips damp parted as sweet, sweet moans left her mouth. A small line of saliva beginning to leave her open mouth. Typically bright eyes were glazed over with lust and need, rolling back slightly.

Porco loved the fact that she was so sensitive, feeling her inner walls flutter and clench around his fingers. 

“I-inside…. Please.” Her hands reached to grab his wrist, stopping his fingers from pumping inside of her. “I… I want to cum around your cock.”

That alone could have sent him over the edge. Those needy eyes looking at him, her lips pursed slightly into a sweet pout. All of that mixed with her confession. 

Porco pulled her away from the wall to turn her around. “Normally, I’d wanna do this somewhere better. But I can’t say no to you. Not with that face.”

His fingers were shoving his shorts and briefs down his legs, bringing her hips back carefully so her back was arched. “Fuck… you’re gonna be a tight fit for me.” His cock wasn’t overly long, but he was very thick. He made just about anyone a tight fit.

“D-don’t care… I need this.” The bold statement just made him smirk. There was no way he was letting this woman go after this. 

The tip pressed to her dripping cunt, watching her slowly split open as he sank into her. His hand on her hip as he inched his way inside her, feeling how she pushed up onto her tiptoes, listening to her breaths go ragged between the moans and whimpers. 

He could feel how she trembled as his hips pushed against her backside. It was all it took. Her body trembling and her voice turning to desperate whines and moans as her walls clenched and convulsed around his cock as she came. 

“Look at that. You were really fuckin’ needy, doll. Fuck… you feel so good.” His hands tightened on her hips as he began thrusting, not caring that she was still writhing and lost in the middle of her climax, his cock slamming deep inside her, stretching her, hitting all those sensitive spots inside her as he rutted against her backside.

His hands left her hips to pull her away from the wall and against his chest. A hand against her belly, feeling how her muscles clenched and relaxed with his every thrust, as the other moved to her jaw, forcibly turning her head to the side so he could kiss her. 

Moans muffled by the kiss, her body squirming in his grasp as her hips bucked back towards him, his hips roughly rutting against her ass. “That’s it.” He growled against her lips. “That’s a pretty little girl for me. Little slut…” He pulled nearly all the way out before slamming back into her. The powerful thrust sending her already sensitive body over the edge. 

“P-Porco…!” Her body writhed from her climax, making him hold her tighter in his arms as her clenching cunt was forcibly milking him, sending him right into a climax along with her. 

Hot ropes of cum painting her insides. His grip on her jaw was strong as he held her, watching her face as she moaned and panted, drool slipping from the sides of her mouth.

He knew two things. He was never gonna let this woman go after today, and today was far from over. He had no intentions of letting her get away with just one session. It was his job as her trainer to make sure she was able to push her limits with training… and what better way than to train her with his cock?

Thank you to @asmos-pet for the dividers and also thanks to @seraphdreams for looking over this for me. You're both amazing!

[oh-katsuki]

KINKTOBER DAY 6 - MANIPULATION + EREN YEAGER + CHUBBY READER

KINKTOBER MASTERLIST

WC: 1.6k

TW: manipulation, loss of virginity, filming, dubcon, exhibitionism (filming), blood, slight size kink, corruption, pain / painful sex, creampie

Eren loves being called a virgin killer. He loves it, it gets the blood rushing right to his cock. So when you, his pretty virgin classmate, told him that you were told to stay away because he was one… well, let’s say he’d found a new toy. 

You were easy. Way too fucking easy and so beyond cute. Round and soft, pliable, like something he knew he could shape to his liking. It almost made him feel bad for you, but here he was, pressing his cock to the entrance of your tight cunt. 

“You love me?” You ask, eyes wide, tears pricking the corners. 

“Yeah baby, I love you.” He murmurs, distracted with lining himself up. He’s lying. “Now, smile for the camera.” 

Eren holds the camera up, smiling into it, the other hand groping your chest, tweaking your pretty nipple. On the screen, you can see where the head of his cock presses against your slick hole, and your cheeks heat at the way you can see it fluttering. You look positively precious, all folded up and on display for him, rolls of your tummy moving up and down with each nervous breath. 

“Getting shy?” He asks, setting the phone on the nightstand, recording still. “C’mon don’t be like that. Wanna be able to see your face. You wanna remember this moment perfectly right?” 

You nod. You want Eren to like you. Who doesn’t want Eren to like them? He’s a legend, practically. The attractive computer science student with a string of girls fawning over him at all hours of the day. You’re sure that he gets plenty. So when he asked you on a date and you firmly and naively told him that you wouldn’t go because you’d heard he was a “virgin killer”, you felt part of your stomach drop. You want him to like you. That’s when you realized it. 

Eren had smiled at you, let the corners of his lips pull up in the most charming way, disbelief making its way into his expression. He asked if he could change your mind, that he’s not so bad. And when you responded by saying that you’d never dated before, he felt that familiar pull in his stomach, desire. He’ll show you how to date, you don’t even have to worry about it. Eren promised to take care of you. And when two weeks later, he was still pursuing you — well, you finally decided to give it up. You made him your boyfriend and Eren was… ecstatic. 

And now here you are at the beginning of your sex life and, unknowingly, the end of your relationship. 

“S’gonna hurt?” You slur, eyes wide. 

Eren loves this look on you, so fucking stupid. He nods. “Yeah, but soon you won’t feel it, m’kay? What did I tell you? Just keep going, right?” 

He’s so charming and he loves you. You must be dreaming. 

Eren places a big hand on the inside of your soft thigh, letting his fingers sink into the fat there. He pushes the head of his cock past the tight ring of your cunt, grunting when he hears the way you squeal. You’re so wet, but Eren is big and he loves the way he can see you start to bleed while he splits you open at an agonizingly slow pace. 

“Eren, wait wait wait, just wait it- hng, it hurts.” You whine, pushing against his chest. 

“Shh, s’okay. You wanna do a good job right?” Eren glances to the camera and then back down to pretty, teary-eyed you. When you nod again, he kisses your temple. “You know I love you right?” 

“Y-yeah.. okay ..” You take your bottom lip between your teeth as he continues to slide into you, pushing back tears. 

It hurts, but you’re so fucking full. It’s a new feeling and it has you clinging onto him. By the time he’s bottomed out, you’re panting, crying into his shoulder. When you glance down between you both, you shiver at the way the chubby lips of your cunt part around him. It feels vulgar, the plush skin there being pushed open that way. 

“Wasn’t so bad, right?” He asks, glancing between you both. You shake your head into his shoulder, mumbling something that he doesn’t care about.

Eren can feel his cock twitch in you, groaning from deep in his gut. He’s the first. Eren is the first to get his dick in this soft, magic pussy and it has him wanting to cum, but not until he’s fucked you. Not until he’s completely engrained himself in your gummy walls. 

“M’gonna fuck you now.” It wasn’t a question, but you nod again — pretty, dumb, and so fucking naive that it makes his cock throb in your freshly christened cunt. Your eyes are squeezed shut, forehead resting on his muscular shoulder. God, he could cum right now, just from the way you were squeezing him. Virgins always feel best when they’re hurting. 

Then, Eren moves. They’re deep, slow thrusts that burn when he pushes back into you. You can feel yourself tearing, that deep sting that has your throat closing up and makes you want to run away. But he’s filling you, caging you in with his body, thighs spread like a flower while he gives you the first fuck of your life. And despite the pain, it feels good. 

He feels fucking good inside of you, cock pressing into a place inside of you that you didn’t even know existed. You whine, this time in pleasure, pads of your fingers dragging across the skin of his back. 

“Mm, feel good now?” Eren hums, eyes hazy and dark, smiling at you like he knows something you don’t. 

“Y-yeah, Eren. Feels really good.” You gasp as he pushes back into you. 

“How ‘bout I ruin you then?” He’s charming when he asks, comfort and confidence bleeding out into the room around you, but the phrase scares you. It makes you clench up around him, stuffed cunt leaking around him. “Oh- you tightened up.” 

His head falls forward, breathing speeding up as he picks up his pace, cock fucking into you faster and faster until the burn from tearing melts away to mind-bending pleasure. You can finally notice how he looks, eyebrows knitted together while he stares between you two, eyes glued to where you part around his dick. 

Eren is losing his mind, he wants to ruin you. He wants to make you cry, watch fat tears roll down your round cheeks while you cum around a cock for the first time in your life. He loves the chubby ones, so soft and sexy. They always look so pretty when they cry, blubbering in that sweet way that makes his heart twist with sick pride. It’s so sexy to him, such a fucking turn-on when they realize exactly what they’re in for. 

So he does, Eren fucks you until you’re crying, until you’re a mess under him, body shaking as you wind up to your first orgasm. It’s unlike anything you’ve ever felt before, body pressed so closely to his while he strokes deliberately and quickly at that perfect spot. 

“Cumming?” Eren grunts out, leaning back and picking up your thighs to hook them under your arms. He glances momentarily to the camera, making sure the angle captures the way you’re swallowing him. 

You cover your face with your arm, only able to manage soft squeaks. Eren moves it, tilting his head, his voice taking on a slightly sharper tone. 

“What did I say about hiding from the camera?” 

It takes you by surprise, the venom in his voice. You turn to look at where it’s set up, but he pinches your cheeks between his fingers, turning your attention back to him. 

“Watch me. I’m taking your virginity, not the camera.” He fucks into you hard. “Don’t you want to see me make you cum?” And all the while, you’re winding up. You’re tensing, your body starting to hit an unfamiliar peak. It’s like pressure everywhere, pushing, pushing, pushing until finally it’s released in a wave. You feel it roll through you as he presses his fingers to your clit. 

“Fuuuck, just like that.” Eren groans, head rolling back onto his shoulders. “God, you’re fuckin’ sexy.” 

You don’t have a mind to register what he’s saying because he’s overstimulating you, three fingers still pressed firmly on your clit, other arm occupied holding you open so he can keep fucking you. Eren lets out a laugh at your crying, mean and from his gut. 

“I love- virgin- cunts.” He punctuates each word with a thrust. “First time being overstimulated, pretty? Oh? What am I saying? Of course, it is.” 

“E-Eren…” You whimper out, squirming under his grasp, body shaking. 

“Say my name again.” He commands, leaning over you, pressing your thigh to your plush chest. 

“Eren…” It’s whinier this time, less needy and more overwhelmed and broken. 

“God, m’gonna cum- fuck.” He groans, biting down on the soft flesh of your shoulder, sucking a mark into your neck with startling ferocity. “Gonna fill this pretty virgin pussy u-up. Fuck.”

Eren does. He cums in you with a deep groan and you startle at just how warm it feels. It’s so hot and so foreign. You can feel it flood you, the way it coats your walls as he keeps you plugged with him. 

He collapses on top of you, catching his breath for a moment before sitting up with a deep groan and a smile towards the camera. 

“That was fun.” He takes it from the nightstand. “Say bye!” 

But he doesn’t sound like himself. Eren doesn’t sound charming or caring the way you know him to be. He sounds cruel and amused. When he clicks the stop button, he sets the phone on the bed beside him, pulling out of you with a low swear. He admires your pussy for a moment. Ruined and leaking with cum, untouched only an hour earlier and now… completely fucked. 

He’s gone in the next 10 minutes, telling you that you should remember to pee before you fall asleep. He doesn’t call. 

[oh-katsuki]

Say My Name (Connie x Reader)

Rich Boy Collab

Pairing: Connie x Reader 

Summary: Connie Springer isn’t the normal type of rich. No, Connie Springer is the private jet, fuck you on every continent type of rich. 

Content Warning: Fingering, mile high club, possessiveness, oral sex, semi public sex, dumbification, overstimulation, squ*rting, v*ginal sex 

A/N: For @bakugohoex‘s 3k rich boy collab! congrats on 3k baby!!! Don’t mind the censors. Trying smthin out

Thanks to @eremiie and @murmikaa for beta reading this! Ilysm!

There was no way you could have known that Connie Springer was rich. He was goofy, loud, and probably one of the least poised people you’d ever had the pleasure of knowing. But when you found out, you couldn’t get enough. 

It wasn’t until he came to pick you up in his shiny new self-driving Tesla that it really clicked for you. All those months of buying your friend group’s meals, impulsive gifts, last minute vacations, have finally added up to this. Connie Springer was fucking loaded and not just the regular type loaded. No, Connie Springer was the private jet, fuck you on every continent type of loaded. 

Sure, you had your eye on him since well before you’d figured it out. You always liked his lean frame and long fingers and the way his tongue would slide across his lips when he teased you. But now that he was pampering you? How were you not supposed to take your panties off in the back of his fancy new jet and let him have you? You had to break in that new leather somehow. 

That’s how you ended up here, legs spread open across the seats, attendants in their quarters of the plane. It was Connie’s idea to take you somewhere for your birthday. You hadn’t expected him to fly you across the globe to nearly every city on your bucket list, flirting with you the entire time. By the time you’d reached cruising altitude, he’d stuffed you full of two of his fingers, fingering you slowly as the plane soared through the sky. He kept his eyes trained on your cunt the entire time, watching the way your arousal dripped onto the white leather interior. 

Neither of you could wait until you got to the next hotel room, you desperately wanted to dirty up this pristine and luxurious jet. Connie had coaxed you into the seat beside him, watching the way you stepped across the aisle with your legs pressed together, thighs twitching uncomfortably. He pulled the curtains closed over you, arm reaching across your body to grab the silk fabric. 

Once he’d settled in front of you, his hands ran up your calves and to your knees, sliding between your thighs and spreading them apart so he could look at the wet spot that had accumulated on your panties. Connie wouldn’t push them aside this time, instead, he sighs and pulls them down your legs, taking them and putting them into his back pocket in a fluid motion. It made you wonder just how many times he’s done shit like this. 

“Fuck, you’re sexy.” He breathed, inching closer to your cunt. His eyes looked up at you, they were heavy with lust, pupils blown wide as he stuck his tongue into your folds. 

You gasped and although that first touch was gentle, it was fleeting. Connie just couldn’t help himself and he quickly buried his face in your cunt, hand coming up to intertwine with yours. His tongue laps aggressively at you, wet and strong as he pokes and prods within you. Your head hit the head rest behind you when he wrapped his lips around your clit. He sucked on the nub, tongue teasing the very tip of it. 

Connie’s other hand came to slip under your back, pushing you forward to maintain the arch. He loved the way you contorted in his seats, face flushed with heat and arousal. You looked so pretty with his jet as the backdrop, one leg propped up on the seat and the other spread as far as it could go. 

The more vocal you became, the messier Connie got. His cheeks were coated in your slick, glistening every time he pulled them from your cunt to breathe. He loved the way your gasps and breaths carried through the cabin, every small squeak he pulled from you ringing through his ears like bells. 

Connie’s been wanting this for longer than he’d care to admit, probably from the moment he saw you. He’s always wondered what you tasted like, how your body would twist when he played with your clit, and how his name would sound coming from your lips when you came. Fuck, there had just been something about you. 

“Oh fuck, right there, Connie.” You whined out. Your hand found purchase in his hair as he swirled his tongue inside of you, nose pressed to your clit. 

Connie loved the praise and how your hand felt on his head, pushing him further into your cunt. He continued his ruthless assault on you, determined to make you cum. The noises he made into your cunt were sinful, sending vibrations through your core. You couldn’t take it. Your stomach flipped with each curl of his tongue and every exhale against you had goosebumps rising on your skin. 

You climbed effortlessly to your orgasm and before you realized it, you were toppling over. Your upper body folded forward and your hand flew up to cover your mouth, muffling your voice. 

“So pretty when you cum.” He smiled at you, something darker swirling in his eyes as he crawled up and kissed you. 

He tasted like you. 

Connie kissed you deeply, his tongue dipping between your lips with so much enthusiasm that it made you dizzy. It was like he wanted you to see just how good you taste, like he couldn’t get enough of you.

You could feel when he fumbled for his belt, unbuckling it sloppily. You trained your head down to watch as his cock sprang up, slapping gently against his stomach. Connie gave it a few languid pumps, fingers curled around it. He spread precum down to the base before lining it up with your entrance. 

It was long and thick and just the head of it added a delicious pressure to your cunt. His hands ran along your sides, fingers ghosting along the smooth skin of your hips and breasts. He sucked in a sharp breath, running his hands over your pert nipples as his cock teased your entrance, moving only slightly against your slicked up folds. 

It was like he was memorizing the way you felt under his palms, rolling the fat and admiring the way it spilled over his fingers with each squeeze. Connie loved all things delicate, loved all things rich in flavor and in feel. He’d never let on about it though, about just how much he loved the finer things in life. And in his head, you were the finest. 

That’s why he moaned so deeply when he slid his cock into you, stretching you open inch by inch. You felt better than he’d expected, better than he’d had in a while. God, he just wanted to get as deep into you as possible. Connie let out a whine when his cock hit your cervix, watching the way your eyes widened as it bumped it ever so gently. 

“So – deep.” You choked out, arms snaking around his neck so you could pull your chin to his shoulder. 

Connie started moving slowly at first, watching the way he looked sliding all the way out of you before pushing back in. He loved the way his cock glistened with your slick, light from the plane’s window pouring in and illuminating your sweat covered bodies.

When Connie picked up his pace, he didn’t shorten his thrusts. He was so deep in you, each quick push of his hips burying him completely in you and when the head of his cock pushed into your sweet spot, you let out a long moan. 

“Shhh, wouldn’t want the attendants to hear us.” He cooed down at you, lips coming to yours in a heated kiss. 

You whimpered at that, knees shaking around him for a moment. There was just something about the way Connie fucked you that made you want to cry out. You wanted them to hear. Maybe it was the smell of the private jet, or the way you could feel yourself sliding against the leather with every thrust, but you wanted to show off just how well he fucks you. God, if you’d known that Connie was this good of a lay, you would have fucked him ages ago. 

But Connie wasn’t all gentle. He wasn’t all laid back. Something about your cunt made him possessive, it brought out the brat in him.

He flipped you over so your head was just over the back of the seat, face against the window of the plane. His hands were rough against your hips, pulling you down onto his cock and pushing you against the glass. You couldn’t turn your head to see him, but you could see your breath against the glass and make out the clouds below you. 

His hand was on the side of your head, pads of his fingers squeezing your head to keep you in place. It hurt your neck but this position had his cock pushing forward against your g-spot with violent force. 

“Say my name.” Connie spoke, low and barely above a whisper. His voice rumbled in his chest slightly. 

Your mouth parted, his words rushing straight to your cunt. “Connie.”

“Louder.” He responded, feeling the way you clenched around him. “Tell everyone who’s making you feel this good.” 

“Fuck– it’s you, Connie!” You whined out. 

“Good girl.” He spoke, hand reaching down to rub at your clit. 

This was an unexpected side of Connie, but the purr of his voice in your ear had you threatening to come undone on him, thighs already quivering. He couldn’t get enough of his name on your lips and he loved the way your cunt fluttered each time you said it. 

Connie wanted to fuck you so well that he’d be engrained on your very being. The more he buried himself in your pussy, the more he wanted to own you the way he owns everything else. He wanted you to be unable to fuck anyone else. Connie wanted to hide you away so he could make you his own personal fucktoy, so he could spoil you rotten with his cock. After all, rich boys were quite greedy, weren’t they?

His hand came around to grab your neck, forcing your back into a pretty arch. You choked and sputtered in his grasp, voice hoarse and strained as you tried to moan for him. God, he loved this sound. He could hear you becoming his, hear the way your moans go from muffled to as loud as possible. 

“You gonna cum for me?” Connie asked, pulling you by the neck so his mouth was beside your ear. 

“Yes, yes.” You choked out, a hand coming up to brush against his knuckles. You reached around with your other hand, trusting him to hold your weight as you spread your ass cheeks open, hoping it’ll get him deeper inside of you. 

“Fuck, say my name when you do.” Connie groaned, putting his big hand over yours to spread you wider. “Give it to me.” 

You wanted to give him everything so when your legs began to shake and give out, you let a cry of his name fall from your lips. You didn’t care if the attendants heard anymore; you wanted to be his, you wanted them to know you were his. He was so deep inside of you that you swore that if you looked down to your stomach, you’d be able to see him in there.. 

Your head spun with the force of your orgasm, eyes rolling back and body convulsing around him. Connie let out a gratuitous groan at how you fluttered around him. He loved the expression on your face, all red from where his fingers pressed into the sides of your neck, mouth open and panting. 

It wasn’t enough though. He wanted to make you beg, wanted to make you forget your own name. Connie was so used to people waiting on him for all the wrong reasons, but he wanted you to be his pet. He wanted you to be so in love with his cock and him that you’d take anything he gave you. 

He was willing to work for it for once. 

So he kept fucking you, hips snapping into yours with brute force as he fucked you through your orgasm and sent you barreling towards another. Connie wanted to give you everything so that you’d never have to ask for more from someone else. He wanted to watch you drool onto the leather of his jet and soil the pristiness of it. He’d ruin you and build you up just so he could do it again. 

Connie wanted to use you again and again, fucking you all over the world— claiming you anywhere he could just because he wanted to. He needed to.

He fucked you right into another orgasm. You came so quickly that you hardly had any time to register it. It had you squirming in his grasp, hips struggling to get away from him. It was all too much. You couldn’t think straight as he removed his hand from your neck and forced your face into the soft leather of the seat. You could see beige and snippets of the sky and white. The arch in your back was painful but the spot he was hitting had your head spinning. 

He loved how you looked right now. Drooling all over his seat, struggling to say as much as his name while he pounded into you. Connie would never strike anyone as the rough type, but once he got his hands on something valuable, he just had to play with it. He never did know how to treat fine objects. 

So he broke you. He could see the moment your pretty little head went empty, only filled with thoughts of him and his dick inside of you. He loved the babbles, whines, and sobs that wracked your body each time you got closer to cumming around him again. 

“Who do you belong to?” He spoke, leaning forward and accenting his words with a violent snap of his hips. 

You couldn’t respond, whimpering quietly in an effort to articulate your thoughts. 

“Use your words.” Connie suggested gently, pushing you further into the leather. 

“You! Fuck – I belong to you.” You choked out, voice desperate. You wanted to please him, make him feel good, wanted to be his good girl and make him give you everything.

“There you go.” He’d coo, voice low and strained. “This pretty pussy’s mine, right?” 

“Yes, fuck yeah – all yours, Connie.” Your words were slurred and desperate and so fucking needy. They quivered with a submissive quality, almost as if they trembled through the air. 

The way he groaned into your ear sent chills down your spine. Connie could feel him throbbing in you. He loved how hard you made him, how malleable you’d become under him. You were like putty as he arched your back further, chasing his own high. 

“Oh god – m’gonna make you mine.” He spoke, head rolling back onto his shoulders, eyes lazily looking over your figure.

“Won’t be able to take any other dick when I’m done with you. All. Fucking. Mine.” 

Connie fucked into you, punctuating each word with a heavy thrust of his hips. He loved that he could feel you clench around him, your overstimulated hole fluttering as you climbed towards yet another orgasm. 

There was so much pressure. Your ears felt so full, ringing steadily as he buried himself into you like his own personal fucktoy. Your stomach was turning and pressure built up behind your bladder so quickly that it startled you. He was going to make you cum again and he was going to make you cum hard. 

“Fuck– wait Connie, m’gonna–” You didn’t have time to finish your sentence. The words left that little fucked out head of yours before you could even realize what they were. 

Suddenly you were gushing on Connie’s cock, your moans coming out as strangled sobs, breath hitching in your throat. You trembled on him, your legs and ass shaking with the force of your orgasm as you coated him in your cum. It was funny; the way you saw stars despite the daylight that poured in through the windows, bathing your bodies in sunlight. 

He fucking loved the mess, loved the way he dripped with proof of how well he fucked you, the way the sunbeams had your bodies glistening. Connie admired how you heaved, sobs running through your body with each pulse of your cunt around his cock. 

He pulled himself out of you slowly, fisting his cock and turning you so you were facing him with his free hand. 

“Open wide, princess.” And you did, tongue falling out and mouth opening. With the way he fucked you dumb you couldn’t be anything but obedient. 

And Connie shivered at your obedience, pumping himself a few times before painting your face, ropes of cum splattering across your cheeks and tongue. You looked so good all marked up for him. He gave a half-smile when he came, head lightly falling back to his shoulders with a breathy “fuck yeah,” his demeanor slightly cocky as he looked at you with half lidded eyes.

Things came back into focus slowly, first it was the sound of the airplane whirring in your ears, and then it was Connie’s hands running a towel over you, cleaning up the mess you’d made. 

You didn’t even have the mind to be embarrassed as he finished cleaning you up, putting you back into your clothes and sitting beside you on the seats. When your eyes found his, finally adjusting to the cabin, he smiled at you so sweetly, so like him. Oh god you were a sucker, weren’t you. 

“Hi.” He spoke, pulling you into his side as naturally as ever. 

“Hi.” You laughed. At least now you weren’t uncomfortable in his jet. 

Connie knew how to travel and he did it so naturally. He didn’t just want to claim you in the air, he wanted to claim you in every city he took you to. Besides being filthy rich, you’d learned that he’d fuck you six ways from Sunday anywhere and everywhere. He’s just become addicted to seeing that fucked out expression on your face and if it meant that he would have to work for it to get to see it? So be it. He loved the finer things in life and you so happened to fit the bill.

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Don’t Tell (Armin x Reader)

Pairing: Armin x Reader

Content: professor!armin, smut, overstimulation, dub con, power dynamics, semi-public sex (classroom), oral (m receiving), sub!armin

TW: dub con, overstimulation, professor!armin, sub!armin

Word Count: 2.4k

A/n: subby armin? yeth. Archive Fic

Your ocean science professor, Professor Arlert, always drove you crazy. There was just something about him that had you clenching your thighs. He was so proper, so quiet, and so unassuming, god you would do anything to take a bite out of him. You watched as his slender fingers traced across his keyboard, wrapping up his lecture with his standard dismissal, his blue eyes meeting your own as you sat to the left side of the lecture hall. Armin’s face flushed red as he darted his eyes back down to his computer upon meeting your gaze, and you fought back a smile at the way he seemed to try to disappear into his blue sweater.

The lecture hall cleared out, scores of students leaving the room to get to their next class or simply go back home, but you lingered behind, only starting to pack up your things when the room had become slightly empty. You took your time placing your things away, the air between you and Armin growing thicker as time passed. Making your way down the lecture hall steps, you approached the lectern, Armin attempting to avoid looking at you until you cleared your throat.

“Professor?” You spoke, looking up at him and stepping a little closer than you needed to be.

His face turned a soft pink as he turned his head down to look at you. “Yes, _____?” You could hear the slight shake in his voice as you smirked up at him, taking another step closer.

God, you could do this all day just to drink in the way he reacted to you. It was precious, and the thought of what he would look like under you had arousal building in your core.

“Do you think that if- “ Your sentence was interrupted, Armin jumping back from you as the next lecturer entered the room.

“Ah, Professor Arlert, my apologies! I thought your class would have cleared out by now.” They spoke, their attitude upbeat.

“Professor Hange, I was just about to leave. ____ just had a question for me.” He hesitated, his voice catching. “What was it that you needed?” You could see the remnants of a blush on his cheeks as he made eye contact with you. It was cute how he was trying to keep his composure, cute how he was pretending that your proximity to him didn’t have him hard in his pants.

“Ah, nothing. I’ll come back for your office hours.” You chuckled, waving your hand. “Make sure you save me a spot okay? I’ve got a lot to ask.” Your gaze lingered on him for a second before you turned to Professor Hange. “Nice to meet you.”

—–

Armin knew he shouldn’t be looking at you like that. He knew that as a professor, he had to be professional, you were a student after all, just trying to get your education. Still, he found himself antsy at the idea of spending time alone with you, even if it simply was to go over course material. He’d even gone so far as to tell other students that his appointments were booked for the day, just in case you wanted to spend more time in this cramped meeting room.

However, his worst transgression in his mind was the way he’d groomed for you. The way he’d trimmed himself and showered before his office hours began because there was some part of him that hoped your real reason for coming was far more sinful. What he didn’t realize was just how correct he was.

“Professor?” You rapped gently three times on the ajar door to his office, pushing the door open slightly to peek in.

“____, come in.” His gaze found yours, motioning to the array of chairs in front of him.

You smiled sweetly at him, walking over to the chair beside him and taking a seat. His eyes widened at your choice, breath hitching as you scooched it closer to him. “How are you today?” you asked, leaning your cheek on your hand.

“I’m good, ___. And you?” He was being formal, his back straight as he pretended to occupy himself with organizing his papers, pretending he couldn’t see the way your eyes hungrily scanned over his figure.

“Better now.” You piped up, flashing your teeth at him and crossing one leg over the other.

That skirt you were wearing had him drooling at the way your thighs squished against each other and he was finding it difficult to keep his eyes off of you and the curves of your body. His gaze wasn’t lost on you of course, and you only became more aggressive in your advancements, however, each time Armin would pull himself back, attempting to gain some semblance of professionality.

The two of you continued like this for a while, a dance between two people who knew exactly what they wanted, one being too afraid to take it. The tipping point was when you put your hand on his thigh, ghosting it upwards and squeezing slightly.

“Professor, I still don’t understand.” You frowned at him, hand squeezing the meaty flesh of his thigh and eyes drifting down to where his cock now strained at his jeans. Your mouth fell open into a gentle o, meeting his eyes.

“I- I think it’s best if-” You cut him off, hand moving over his bulge as you moved your lips close to his, so they ghosted against him as you spoke.

“It’s okay.” You looked at him for a second, the way the blush rushed to his pretty cheeks, or the way his lips trembled against yours.

Fuck he was so innocent, such a goody goody. A proper and respected professor that you now had stuttering before your eyes. You wanted to ruin him. You loved the way his cock started to twitch under your hand as you kneeled between his legs, undoing the buckle on his belt while the pretty blonde stared at you, a prominent blush on his cheeks and his eyebrows furrowed in mock resistance. He was so hard by the time you’d gotten him in your hand, a bead of pre-cum gathering at the top. You wiped your thumb across it, Armin’s head falling back against the chair.

“We shouldn’t…” He spoke, his voice trailing off at the way your eyes looked as you gave the head of his cock a kitten lick.

“Think of it as a thank you.” You spoke, licking a broad stripe up the side of him. “You’re just such a good teacher.” Your other hand came to graze his balls. “So pretty too… such a pretty voice and such a pretty cock.”

The praise went right to his head and as if he couldn’t be more consumed by you, you took him in your mouth and the prettiest moan escaped his lips. You felt so warm around him, your cheeks hollowed out and your tongue pressing against the underside of his head. He tasted salty but clean, and you couldn’t get enough of the way the smooth skin of his cock felt against your tongue. His reactions were just too precious, the stutters that came from his mouth as he tried to will himself to stop you, and the way he fought the instinct to bring his hand to your hair.

“Huh, I could-” He groaned. “I could lose my- fuuuuck.” Armin’s mouth fell open when you sucked on the head of his cock, your tongue swirling around as your hands pumped what you weren’t taking. His moan went right to your pussy, arousal pooling in your panties.

“Our little secret.” You mumbled, taking him fully down your throat. You lifted your eyes to look at him, to take in his expression. His mouth was hung open, hands clutching either side of the chair beside him, and his face was bright pink as pretty whimpers fell from his lips. “You wanna fuck me?” Armin fell silent, his bottom lip trembling. He looked so different from how he normally did. Usually he was so put together, but right now he looked messy, his hair was messed up and the collar of his button down was open and out of place. This was the reaction you were looking for, the one that had you shifting on your knees to relieve the tension building in your core.

“You’ve got to say it if you want it.”

“Yes, please.” He spoke, flinching slightly as your tongue swiped over the tip of his cock. You stopped pumping him and he whimpered at the loss of contact.

“Please what?”

“Please let me fuck you.” He whined, eyebrows knit together.

You smirked, standing up and sitting on his lap, guiding his hand to your clothed cunt. You rubbed his delicate fingers over your clit. Armin could feel the wet spot, his whines becoming more pronounced as he realized that he’d been the one to get you so worked up.

“See what you did to me, professor.” You mumbled, your voice catching slightly as his fingers grazed your clit.

The words had his cock throbbing beneath you, his eyes shooting up to meet yours as he realized how desperate you were for him. Fucking you had been a fantasy for him, he’d stayed up late in his office, fucking his fist to the thought of how you’d look being stuffed full of him. He never thought he’d get to see you like this, grinding down onto his hand. Armin’s last semblance of professionalism was leaving him as he admired the way your hips ground against him, he wanted to give in, to let you fuck him, let you have him.

“Please.” You spoke breathily, your gaze meeting his. That was it, any chance Armin had at fighting back was now gone with one simple word from you and he pulled your panties to the side and pushed a finger into your heat.

Armin curled his finger a few times, hitting that spot inside of you and watching the way your eyebrows furrowed together at how he felt inside of you. He wasn’t working towards a goal, just experimenting with the way you whined and whimpered above him. Your eyes never left his as he pulled his finger from you and brought it to his lips, tasting you.

“I taste good?” You asked, raising an eyebrow as you reached down for him, rubbing the head of his cock through your slick.

Armin nodded fervently, moaning slightly as he made sure to get all of you off of his fingers. He couldn’t focus, his mind was hazy and completely clouded with thoughts of you. Fuck he wanted to be inside of you and the “let me” that slipped through his lips in his delirium had your legs starting to shake with anticipation.

You lowered yourself onto him, exhaling heavily as he filled you up, his cock stretching you open. Armin bottomed out with a whimper, his head rolling back against the chair in which he sat. Your legs straddled either side of him, and his hands came up to find your waist, running them over the dips in your hips. He’d wanted this for so long and whenever the thought crossed his mind that “holy fuck, they’re here and I’ve got my hands under their bunched up skirt and they’re looking at me that way”, his dick twitched with anticipation inside you.

With his hesitation gone, Armin started to roll his hips against yours as you rode him, bouncing up and down on him in a circular motion. You took his hands from your waist, bringing them to cup your tits and squeezing slightly. His cheeks flushed red, eyes widening as you brought his hands under your shirt to squeeze the supple flesh. You’d decided against wearing a bra, and that fact didn’t go unnoticed as Armin’s fingers pinched at your nipples, earning him a small moan.

He continued to roll his hips against yours, your lips moving to kiss his neck. Your professor’s whimpers and moans only served to bring you closer as your hips moved up and down over him with more fervor. He tilted his head to the side to give you easier access, his breath picking up.

“Fuck, feels good.” He whimpered into the hair by your ear.

“Yeah?” You breathed against him, rolling your hips. “Y’gonna cum, professor? For me?” You asked as he began to quickly unravel beneath you.

“Y-mhm.” Armin spoke, giving you no warning as he came into you, his hips snapping up abruptly into your g-spot as he rode out his orgasm.

His thrusts began to slow, but you took his jaw in your hand, bringing his attention to you. “I’m not finished yet.” You breathed, picking up your pace against him and rutting your hips forward so the head of his cock hit the spot in you that had your eyes rolling back.

You felt so full and each drag of his cock along your walls had you clenching around him. You brought your lips to his, licking into his mouth as he trembled beneath you, the overstimulation becoming too much. You leaned back, your back forming a pretty little arching as you began to rub your clit, meeting his gaze.

“Professor, do this for me.” You took his shaking hand, unsteady from the overstimulation. “I know you can.” Slowly, you began to use his hand to rub slow circles into your clit, a moan pushing past your lips.

Armin began to moan and whimper, his fingers shaking against your heat as you ground down against him. Your breath left you in shaky whimpers as your eyes found his. You could feel him twitch within you and you whined against his lips.

“Gonna cum again for me, sir?” You asked, earning another nod from Armin, pulling away to steal a peek at his face as he came again, a dry orgasm wracking through his body.

He fell forward, his free hand coming up to grab at anything as euphoria took over him.

“Fuu-uck.” He whined.

His little voice and flushed face as you fucked him through his orgasm threw you over the edge, your body shaking on top of his as your walls clenched around his sensitive cock.

The two of you sat there for a moment, bodies against each other as Armin gently grabbed at you in an attempt to ground himself. You stood up from his lap, adjusting your panties so they rested back over your cunt, stuffed full of his cum.

Your professor sat back in the chair, dumb founded, before tucking himself back into his pants, raking a hand through his hair.

“____? We- uhm I-” He stuttered as you packed your things up, watching the way you wiggled in your skirt, knowing that only minutes earlier you’d been cooing him through an orgasm.  

“Don’t worry professor, I won’t tell if you won’t.”

[oh-katsuki]

Jealousy (Connie x Reader)

phases of love collab | masterlist

Pairing: Connie x Reader

Summary: You take Sasha’s place. 

Content Warnings: Implied aot ending spoilers, smut, angst, character death (reader), some fluff, romantic sex, slight cockwarming, drugs / alcohol

Word Count: 3.6k

A/N: This hurt me to write so I hope it hurts to read. Thank you so much to @dande-lion​ and @eremiie who beta-read this and gave me so many suggestions because I didn’t like the way I worded it. I would not have been able to be happy with this without you, ILYSM

For @mikaberries​ collab! Thanks for letting me participate!

Connie’d never loved like this before. He can’t recall a single time in his life that he’s felt so truly connected to someone, so deeply ingrained in someone else’s being that he doesn’t know who he’d be without them. 

Connie had you wrapped in his body, dick buried in you so deep and legs intertwined so gently. His delicate fingers sunk into your skin as one wrapped around your waist, the other around your head. There was nothing rough about tonight, nothing exemplary or particularly outstanding except for the fact that he was hopelessly in love with you. 

Connie was infatuated with you. He couldn’t get close enough, couldn’t feel enough of your skin against his as he fucked himself up into you with steady flicks of his hips. You felt so good around him, hips grinding to meet his with gentle moans. He wishes he could have this moment forever, wrap it up and keep it in his pocket so he can feel it whenever he needs to. The way your gummy walls hugged him or how you breathed in low and deep sighs with each of his thrusts. 

“So beautiful…” He exhaled against your skin, pulling back to take the hand from your head and run his thumb along the plump skin of your cheek. 

You gave him a lazy smile, eyebrows furrowed together in focus and pleasure as he leaned in to kiss you. It was delicate at first, pumping into you slowly, keeping up his sluggish pace. Connie was taking you in, appreciating the feel of your lips on his and the way you tasted like sweat and sex and something akin to cinnamon. 

Connie wasn’t working towards a goal, arm wrapped lazily around your body, sticky with sweat while he admired your feel.That was the best way to put it— he was simply letting you both admire each other’s feeling, whispering sweet nothings, he just wanted to love you. So he fucked into you languidly, mind clouded over and head spinning. 

He could remember clearly every moment like this he’d had with you and he was about to lock away this one with the first time he saw you, your first kiss, your first time. He doesn’t know why this moment in particular strikes him so deeply, but the way you look and your cunt fluttering around him has his heart swelling with love and pride. 

You’re his. 

There was nothing to be discontent with, no doubt seeded in his heart about another man, no jealousy bubbling in his gut. You were only his and he knew it, he could feel it in the desperate little sighs of his name as you came closer to your high, heat building in your stomach as the candle beside the bed dimmed as it burned through its wick. 

The two of you had been like this for hours, Connie unwilling to let you go until he’d felt you come undone around him so much that he’s all you think about— you’re all he thinks about. He was already all you thought about though, already taking up the most space in your mind even when you weren’t creaming around him. Still, you couldn’t complain, so wrapped in his smell and feel that you let him keep rutting his hips into you, arms looped around his body and fingers digging into the muscles of his back. 

But it’s true, Connie’s love for you was incredible and you felt it with every stroke of his big hand against you, in the way your skin buzzed as if it were whispering its own sweet words between his. Words of praise whispered over the pillow, lips brushing past each other’s ear to mumble quiet “I love you’s” that rattle through each other's bodies like coins down a well. 

When you finally came undone in a steady rise, like water bubbling delicately over the edge of a too-full container, you whimpered, teeth sinking into the muscle of his shoulder. Your legs trembled as he held you tightly, slowing his movements and letting you bury your face into him, looking for anything to ground you as your body rolled. 

Connie loved your voice, the whine of his name that spilled from your lips and the way your cunt clenched around him, pillowy and soft. He loved you and with that profound knowledge, soon met his own high with a stutter of his hips, cumming deep into you as he buried himself to the hilt. 

You stayed like that for a while, wrapped in each other, Connie unmoving within you as you panted against each other before your breathing fell into an even rhythm. How was he supposed to let you go? How could he be expected to pull out and let you pad to the toilet. It would only be a few minutes but he found himself dreading the moment you stirred in his arms. He’d let you meld yourself to him like this if it were possible. 

“You know that I’ve got to get up.” You chuckled into his chest, turning your head to glance to the nightstand. “And I’d like to get up before that candle burns through and I have to stumble through the dark.” 

It was growing dim, nearing the end of its life span as it casted a low light across the bedroom. Connie’s desk was faintly illuminated in the corner but you were focused on the way the light danced over his features, displaying the apples of his cheeks that rounded with his smile. 

“I know,” he sighed, pulling you closer, “just don’t wanna let you go right now.” 

“You big baby, it’s only a few minutes.” You say, peeling yourself from him and pulling him out of you gently. 

He was soft already, but the act itself was intimate and you could feel the way he started to spill out of you as you moved to the other side of the room, wrapping a robe around yourself before leaving the bedroom. 

Connie watched you as you left, admiring your hips and your figure as you receded into the darkness. How had he gotten so lucky? He somehow managed to snag the girl the entire regiment was crazy for, and– as you both moved through the ranks– managed to fall so irrevocably in love with you that he’s forgotten who he was without you. 

Still, he wouldn’t trade it for the world, wouldn’t trade you for the world. 

He was deep in thought by the time you returned to bed, discarding the robe and snuggling up beside his naked figure. 

Of all the things that had changed recently, you hadn’t. You remained the woman he loved more than anything, still smiling. He remembers the way you’d joke with your friends and squad, evenings spent laughing at a pub with all of the captains after your promotion. 

Every major event of his life had been spent with you and you both had made it out clean, more appreciative of the love you shared. Connie cherished every part of you, every fleeting moment with you. 

And he was certain that he’d do it for the rest of his life. 

---

They’d suspected that Eren had gone awol. That he’d gone off on his own. Connie should have stopped him, they could have talked some sense into him before he fled to Marley, attacking a congregation of world leaders and forcing the Scout Regiments hand. 

You both had separated so quickly, each moving away from each other in your own individual squadrons without so much as a stay safe. You both always did. Connie couldn’t have imagined that you’d be one of the six who didn’t make it home. 

He couldn’t have guessed that the child would sneak aboard the ship and point the rifle toward Sasha’s chest. But Connie could have predicted the way you jumped in front of her, moving before you had time to think to shield his best friend from the shot. 

Connie would never forget the look in your eyes as your blood seeped and pooled onto the cold floor of the airship, his warm hands pressed to your cooling chest, covered in a thick layer of your blood. You looked content, the same look you’d flash at him before any expedition. You were at peace and you smiled up at him. A far too pleased smile for someone who was slipping from Connie’s hands faster than he could process— faster than he wanted you to. How could you be smiling? He was losing you. 

 It was like you to take a shot for a friend. You always put your comrades before yourself like that.

You and Sasha were both brave that way, the only difference being that today, Sasha would return home to her lover and you would not. Your body would stay in the morgue for the night before they placed you six feet below the ground in a graveyard not far from where you lived. 

How is it that you could be so close so far away at the same time?  He’d never get to feel your body against his again, never hear your laugh that rings like chimes on a spring day, and looking at your grave after the funeral procession, he could only think about how quickly your blood had cooled on the floor of the airship. Connie stared at the fresh dirt under the headstone, trying to bring anything but your lifeless eyes to mind. He tried to think of your smile, of the crinkle in your eye whenever he’d say something stupid, but instead he was reminded of the uncharacteristically stiff way your body laid in the airship and the wan tone of your skin as your precious years drained from your face. 

---

As time passed jealousy bled into Connie’s life. Slowly at first, in the waning hours of the morning when he’d be awake and full of drink. He found himself thinking about you constantly, your picture flashing through his mind with startling clarity. 

He’d wake up in the middle of the night, grabbing at the sheets beside him– searching for you, wondering in his half asleep state where you’d gone, only to be reminded that this time you weren’t coming back to bed. You’d no longer take your trips to the bathroom and you were much farther away than a few minutes. Instead, he was reminded that he’d have to spend a lifetime without you. 

A lifetime without your presence. How unfathomable. So he buried himself in drink, in alcohol, in fighting a war he no longer had a reason to fight. It was bearable that way, his days without you. He was occupied. Working until his hands shook and his feet ached, then drinking to quell the pain. It was all he knew in those following days, working for a peace you’d never know, drinking to forget your time together, sleeping in hopes that he’d see you in another world. But the next world wasn’t for him. Life mercilessly kept him alive, despite his carelessness in the fight.

When the war finally ended and things came to a quiet halt, everything became harder. Eldia rebuilt its streets, patching up the wounds that battle had left on it, and with the power of the titans gone, Eldians were negotiating their terms of peace and fighting the good fight to total freedom. Connie found it difficult now to focus on anything but your absence. 

He’d move down the cobbled streets of Marley and be reminded of you at every turn, reminded of something you’d never get to see. He thought of your plans for the future and the way you’d agreed to marry him once peace finally came, but peace came and went without you. 

The summer months in Marley were the most beautiful. They brought couples and children and laughter. You’d have loved them. In between peace negotiations, Connie would let himself wander through the streets. Why he even bothered to go outside? He had no clue, but he still did it everyday without fail, wandering until he ended up in the same place he always did. He’d find a seat in the park and watch the couples, listening to the way the ocean sounded as it beat against the shore. 

It was supposed to make him feel better, supposed to remind him that things were okay now. But all he felt was unimaginable rage. A rage that grew brighter with each gust of wind and each rustle of leaves. Each happy chuckle of passing couples and each aimless laughter of stumbling children. Connie was jealous, perpetually and undeniably. 

He was jealous of the time the two of you never got. Jealous of the people who would spend their lifetimes with their lovers and get to cradle their children. Jealous of his own time, the years he had left ticking by slowly and twisting the knife in his gut with each turn of the month on a calendar. He was jealous of Marco who was no doubt with you now, jealous of Erwin and Miche and anyone they’d ever lost because they were with you.

Why did everyone else get so much time? What made them so different from you? Connie couldn’t understand a world where someone else deserved to survive to see the end when you didn’t, where people other than the two of you got enough time to live out their lives. 

Connie didn’t have that luxury and you surely didn’t either. 

The weight piled on, the greed, disgust, and envy weighed on his shoulders like boulders. A person can only take so much, can only struggle for so long under such a profound feeling. 

It was the day the negotiations were finished, the day the war came to a true end and Eldians were no longer discriminated against legally, that he broke. 

He fell to his knees in his temporary apartment after getting home and seeing the bare walls, the ones that lacked pictures because he’d never gotten to take any of you. You would have loved today, would have pulled him into the living room to dance or even invited all of your remaining friends to your shared apartment to celebrate. Connie could practically hear you telling him to appreciate the day, your voice chiming like bells in the recesses of his mind. It was haunting. 

“Fuck!” He shouted, slamming his fist onto the counter and collapsing to the floor as sobs wracked through his body. 

His friends had followed him to his apartment, worried for him. They had been for a while and today was the breaking point, watching him sway down the steps of the courthouse without so much as a word. They could hear him crying through the walls, hear the guttural cries that seemed to push through him so angrily. 

Connie’s stomach was twisting in painful knots, it was years of being tired, years of missing you crumbling all at once in a crescendo of anger and unimaginable grief. He was sick, his heart wrenched in his chest, hammering against his ribcage, something your heart could no longer do. 

It was sickening, how his bones wracked and how his shoulder shook with every shuddering sob. His own walls were finally let down and his veiled emotions crashed over him appallingly fast. How did he carry around this weight, this grief, for so long? 

Connie couldn’t pick his head up from his hands when his friends came in, ushering themselves past the entrance to crouch on the floor with him, Jean’s arm bracing his frame and helping to keep him upright. They let him cry like that for a long while, letting the sounds echo through an apartment that should have had you in it. 

They all missed you, but they had already done their mourning. In doing so, they’d left Connie behind to fend for himself. Left him alone like you had. 

“She’s watching from somewhere, Connie.” Jean’s voice piped up, low and reassuring.

“Y’know-” Connie choked out, sniffling. “Everyone talks so much about this a-afterlife.”

Another sob wracks through him. 

“About his place where the dead go once they’ve finished their time here.” He was shouting now, voice rising. 

“I just wish that maybe there was some fucking proof that she’s still there.” His fists balled up against the floor. This time Connie doesn’t try to stop the cries to talk, he pauses to let himself sob before speaking again. “Because right now I can’t find a single reason to believe she’s out there and I don’t know what I’d do if I never got to see her again.”

“How the fuck am I supposed to move on? How do I carry this weight? How can I keep taking steps forward when she’s not at the end?” Connie’s eyes snap up to Jean, his hand coming to grab his wrist. 

His eyes were pleading, crying for an answer, something, somebody to tell him that there was something to look forward to. That you would be at the end of this stupid game called life. His  voice came up from the deepest recesses of his body. Eyebrows pulled up in anguish, eyes glassy with tears that refused to let up as he peered into his best friend’s eyes. Connie knew he couldn’t answer, knew that there was no one secret to getting through this, that he’d have to power through on his own. But he was so angry, so exhausted from fighting. 

“Why did it have to be her!” He gasps, eyes going wide as realization courses through his shaking body. “Why didn’t she get more time, why didn’t she get to fucking see today?! Why was it me? _____ would have known what to say today, would have had the perfect words. I’ve never had them, never had anything to say.” 

Connie inhaled deeply, blinking until limpid tears decorated the fabric of his uniform. “I need her here. I need her.” 

That was the last thing he said that night, letting himself cry on the floor in the company of his friends who tried in vain to calm him. He raged against fate, body heaving in tremendous sobs that left his chest feeling emptier than before, inhaling in great pulls because with each cry he could feel the water flooding his lungs. Invading, violating, and wretched with every wail. Everything served as a reminder for his jealousy, ugly and painful in its existence. 

Connie knows you’d have hated this. 

Could you see him right now? Were you watching in the months to come as he hit his lowest low before slowly starting to pick himself back up, finally formally forgiving Gabi even though he hadn’t blamed her for a long while. 

It took a long time for him to gain that semblance of normalcy and once he returned to Eldia from overseas, he went straight to your grave, finally able to face your name scrawled on the headstone once again. Connie hadn’t expected it, but with time the jealousy faded into a dull ache. He spent hours in the graveyard that day, staying with you until the sun had long set over the horizon and the air nipped at his skin. Connie would take any time he could have with you, even if it was like this. And as he sat there talking about the newfound peace, he hoped you could hear him. 

He was filled with regrets about you. He wishes he had made you laugh more or studied the way you threw your head back in a smile because after so many years the memory had faded to little more than a silhouette. Connie wished he had taken pictures of you, kissed you on the day he met you, married you. But he couldn’t.

Connie wondered if you were watching him all the time. Did you watch his healing, the way he picked himself back up after being shattered and broken for so long. Maybe he’d glued part of you to him when he patched himself up, maybe he still gets to carry some of you with him in the corner of his heart he knows is reserved for you.

Did you see the day he met her? The woman he’d marry one day. She’d caught his eye because she reminded him so much of you, especially in her smile. Connie couldn’t help but think you’d had something to do with it, some cosmic influence that led her to him. 

He thought of you on his wedding day as his bride moved down the aisle, radiant in her beauty. Connie loved her the way he loved you, deeply and honestly. He thought of you the day his first child was born and on every day after that because he saw you in every part of his little girl. He saw you in the way she laughed and the way she ate, the way she stood up after scraping her knee to keep running. 

Connie told his wife about you, about the love he lost, and his daughter thought of you as family, despite never meeting you. Your name fell from his family’s lips so often that it was like you’d never left this world in the first place. 

He healed, Finally, time began moving again and that sickening envy slipped from his veins like melting ice. He was no longer jealous. 

He still goes to your grave, every Sunday. He brings his family and sits his daughter on his lap to tell stories about you, about every aspect of you. Partly because he wants her to know, but also so that he can remember. It’s like a prayer, uttering your name as they sit in the grass that had long grown over the dirt with such reverence, such adoration. 

The wind moves through the trees, shaking leaves from their late summer bloom and Connie swears he can hear you laughing, deep and rich and so like you. 

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[oh-katsuki]

connie definitely wakes up in the morning and just starts running his hand up your side and over your tummy. you’ll mumble little morning whispers to him as he does it until he finally reaches down below the waistband of your panties, his chest flush against your back. 

he’ll exhale in your ear once he slips a finger into your folds, circling your clit as you whine against him and from the way he’s breathing on your neck, it seems like he’s getting just as much out of this as you are. connie will rut his hard on against your back, just languidly running his finger in circles around your clit until you’re unravelling against him. 

his free hand will come up to hold you against him so he can ease you down from your high, kissing up and down the side of your neck and shoulder while he does. connie’ll keep his hand on your clit for a while before starting right back up again and continuing the cycle until he feels like he’s felt enough of your soft little pussy. he just loves to hear you whine, all breathless against him. 

when he’s done and you’re covered in a thin layer of sweat, legs jello from just how many gentle orgasms he’s given you, he’ll sit up and smile at you lopsidedly. 

“good morning.” 

[oh-katsuki]

thinkin’ bout bein’ zeke’s little side piece

tw: breeding, cheating, age gap

imagine being his little fuck toy, trotting over to his office or home when his wife is away. she’s away on business a lot, doesn’t satisfy his needs. besides, he prefers that pretty college pussy of yours to his wife’s any day. zeke says you taste saccharine, like strawberries. 

he likes how you feel on his tongue, so soft and small. he likes to tease your tight little hole, so tight that he could believe you were a virgin if he weren’t buried between your legs every chance he got. zeke loves the way you squeeze him, warm and wet and so different from his wife.

they got married late in life, late enough that she couldn’t get pregnant anymore, but you can, and zeke reminds you every time you fuck. tells you he’s gonna give you a baby and then breeds you until you’re stuffed full of him. he likes to watch your tummy bulge with him, likes to push on you when he’s done and watch his cum leak out. he’d plug you up if he could, make sure you were carrying his child by the next time you saw him. 

zeke loves the way you babble for him, so against him cumming inside of you until he does and suddenly you’re thanking him. thanking him for giving you a baby. his wife never thanked him, never gave him the attention he deserves, but you do. you’re on your knees for him any chance you get, worshipping him and the cock that fills you so well. 

still, his wife comes home eventually and you trot your cum stuffed self to the convenience store to pop another plan b. 

[oh-katsuki]

Good Boy (Armin x Reader)

Pairing: Armin x Reader

Content: Smut, mommy kink, mutual masturbation,  sub!armin, praise

TW: Mommy kink, sub!armin

Word Count: 1k

A/N: This was a request from my old blog

“Tell me how it feels.” You spoke, your hand snaking down the front of your body.

“Good, feels s’good.” Armin slurred his words slightly, his eyes focused on your body as your hand made its way to your clit, rubbing it in tight circles. His hand pumped his dick, and his pretty face was lit up with a pink flush.

He looked so desperate like this, so pretty. His blue eyes bore into your leaking cunt and his hand gripped his length firmly, the top of his hand teasing the head. You swear you could feel yourself start drooling as you teased yourself. You let out a slight whimper on one particularly fast circle, your leg twitching slightly as you did so.

The position you were in allowed Armin to see the way your pussy fluttered around nothing. You were sat in a chair across from him, your legs on either side of the desk behind him with your knees bent so your core was on full display. He had his legs between yours a few inches away. You were so close that if he were to lean all the way forward, he’d have his tongue on you.

Armin loved this sight, loved the way your eyes devoured him while he played with himself. He liked to watch the way your pretty fingers teased yourself, your head occasionally falling back at the eroticism of it all. You dipped a finger inside of yourself, your eyes meeting his own as you let out a gasp. Armin let out a groan at the sound as he squeezed the base of his cock and moved his hand up in a twisting motion.

“Wanna touch you,” he spoke, taking his lip between his teeth and moving his hand faster. “Wanna put my mouth on your pussy.”

You groaned, your head rolling to the side as you added another finger, a devious smile on your face as you pushed your fingers into the spongy spot inside you.

“Only good boys get to touch, mommy.” Armin’s dick twitched at the word. He wanted you to praise him so bad, tell him what a good boy he is and let him coat your tummy in his cum.

“I’ll be good,” he gasped, his head falling forward and eyes coming up to meet your own. “I’ll be so good for you, mommy. Only for you.”

The way the pre-cum beaded at the head of his cock had you wanting to lick it off. You wanted to make him feel good, give his head little kitten licks to show him how much you loved him. Armin was always so good for you, such an attentive listener and always ready to do what mommy wanted. You found it hard to not reward him by sitting on his face and letting him eat you out, but you couldn’t help teasing him this way, he just looked so pretty when he’s fucking his fist for you.

Armin let out a whine as you pushed your two fingers deep into your cunt, your head falling back in a whine. Quickly, you brought your other hand to your clit and resumed rubbing circles before bringing your gaze back to the blonde man in front of you.

He was practically feral now, his hand twisting up and down his cock while his eyes drank in the sight of you, splayed out on the chair in front of him. His eyes were completely clouded over and begging whimpers tumbled from his lips as he fucked himself closer to his release.

“Spit on it.” You commanded, your voice breathy as your fingers abused the spongy spot inside of you.

Armin whined and leaned forward over his own dick, his hand never slowing its movements. You watched as a ball of spit dribbled out of his mouth and onto his dick, his eyes never leaving yours. The moan that escaped his lips when it hit the head nearly had you creaming over your own fingers. His hand sputtered slightly, his cheeks flushing a darker pink and his breathing picking up as his eyes fluttered closed. He was so close now, you could see it in the way his head rolled back against the chair.

“Keep your eyes open, baby.” You called his attention back to you, your fingers never ceasing their assault. “Wanna see your pretty eyes as you cum for me.”

Armin forced his eyes open, half lidded and clouded over with lust as he played with himself in his palm. Fuck he wanted to cum, wanted to cum so he could replace your fingers with his tongue. “Mommy,” he let out another whine. “Wanna cum, so bad, please.”

He was so whiny like this, such a perfect little slut for you. It made you want to give him what he wanted. Your body seized slightly as you neared your own high, your legs trembling as your fingers worked inside of yourself.

“Wanna cum so you can taste mommy’s pussy, huh?” You asked, your eyebrows furrowing together.

Armin let out a gasp of excitement, his voice rising in pitch. “Yes, mommy, yes please.” He was so close now, all it would take was the word from you. You were the same, so close to the edge that if you didn’t try, you’d cream all over yourself.

“You’re such a good boy, cum for me.”

That was all it took to reduce Armin to a puddle of whines and moans. The word mommy fell from his lips as he came, his legs trembling as he sunk lower into the chair, white hot ropes of his cum spurting onto his own abdomen. You were quick to follow, cumming around your own fingers with a cry and arching your back off of the chair you were situated on. Your toes curled and your legs lifted as you fucked yourself through your high.

“Want your reward now, pretty boy?” You asked through heaving breaths, eager to feel his mouth on your sensitive cunt.

Armin nodded and whimpered a “yes please” through pants. You got up off the chair and led him to the bed, pushing him down and crawling over him so your cunt hovered above his eager lips.

“Be a good boy and remember to tell me how good mommy tastes.”

[oh-katsuki]

The armin brainrot is real and I want this man to breed me so hard like it would lot so hot carrying his twins😫🤤

Nonnie you WOULD look so hot carrying his twins

tw: breeding, pregnancy, overstimulation

it’s THIRSTday

Armin just absolutely loved watching how full you get of his cum. He loved the way it leaked out of you as your cunt pulsed, loved the way you practically sucked every drop in. It got worse when you became pregnant.

He just couldn’t control himself when you started to show signs, your tummy bulging with his children. You were glowing to him, everything about you had him wanting to stuff you even fuller. Even though it was impossible, he wanted to try and put a triplet in you, or at least make sure that cunt of yours knew whose babies it was carrying.

Armin’d fuck you so ruthlessly once he found out. He’d have you practically folded in half and your knees, avoiding putting pressure on your stomach. He’d watch the way you pussy stretched around him, cum and arousal leaking out of you with each pump.

Armin couldn’t stop, you just felt so good around his cock. He wanted to give you as much as he could, make sure you were so full of him that he was all you could think of. So he’d bend you over or put you in a mating press whenever he could, overstimming his pretty cock until you were so full you couldn’t fit anymore.

[oh-katsuki]

All For Me (Armin x Reader)

Pairing: Armin x Reader

Content Warnings: Smut, public sex, beach sex, breeding kink, mentions of exhibitionism, creampie, exhibitionism

Word Count: 1.6k

A/N: This was a request from a nonnie on my old blog!

“Someone’s gonna see us.” You choked out. Armin gave you a reassuring smile.

“No one’s gonna see us baby, it’s dark, don’t worry.” Armin smiled gently, speaking into the space behind your ear, his voice warm and inviting.

You gasped as his fingers found your clit, applying a soft pressure over the fabric of your swimsuit bottoms and moving in a slow circle. He exhaled against your neck and you let your head fall back onto his shoulder as you let out a breathy moan.

“You just look so good.” Armin nibbled at your ear, his breath fanning across your neck.

It seemed inconsequential, putting Armin’s shirt on over your swimsuit. You’d tossed it on without thinking when the breeze had picked up, but it drove Armin crazy. There was something about you in his oversized t-shirt that got his blood pumping, it was like another way to mark you, let everyone know who you belonged to. So as the sun set and the beach began to clear up, Armin took advantage of your position and the way your back was pushed against his chest, his hands roaming across your waist, inner thighs, and core.

“All mine, hm?” His voice is sweet, laced with honey as he warms you up, his fingers making achingly slow circles over your clothed clit.

Armin drank in the sight, the way you squirmed for more friction and the way the fabric of the bathing suit grew wet with arousal as he dipped his finger to press on your covered cunt. The embarrassment rose in your chest at how exposed you felt, curling your toes in the sand to ground yourself. You grabbed Armin’s wrist, partially out of humiliation and partially because you needed more of him.

“Armin.” The name came out as a whine, your face turning to meet his own. His eyes were already on you, clouded over with lust.

He ran a finger up the middle of your clothed core, giving you a look of sympathy.

“Need more, pretty?’ You swallowed thick, your eyes shifting around to check the beach before turning back to Armin and nodding. You were starting to forget yourself as his ministrations picked up slightly. Applying more pressure to your clit, Armin kissed down your neck, sucking above your collarbone and leaving a deep purple mark, his other hand coming up to roll your pebbled nipple between his fingers. “Y’look so good in my shirt.” He mumbles into your neck, tongue dragging gently over the marks he’d left.

Armin pulled his hand from your pussy, earning a whine at the loss of contact. You bucked your hips out of reflex in an attempt to get any type of friction. He gave a slight chuckle at your eagerness and leaned forward to whisper in your ear once again. “Gimme a ride, huh? So pretty in that shirt.”

Your face grew hot at the statement and you turned your body to face his own, pushing him onto the sand with one hand. Armin’s face flushed as you settled on top of him, his hands finding your hips as he guided you back and forth over his clothed dick. You loved the way he looked in this position, his head thrown back at how good you felt grinding over him. Armin’s eyes shifted to keep them on you so he could watch the way you moved in his shirt, the fabric riding up at your thighs.

Armin let out a groan as you shifted slowly over his cock, you clit brushing against his tip. You took your bottom lip between your teeth, meeting his clouded eyes. Your hands rested on his chest and he guided your hips roughly over him, his eyes flipping from your face, to your shirt, and back. Something about the way you looked in it had him wanting to fuck you stupid, wanted to make you his. He wanted to show everyone who you belonged to. It scratched an itch he didn’t even know he had.

He brought his hand to your clit, circling it a few times before pushing the fabric of your swimsuit to the side and running his fingers through your slit. Slick gathered on his digits and he watched as strings of arousal connected his separating fingers.

“Hold this for me.” Armin brought the hem of your shirt to your mouth and you took it between your teeth. He pulled his dick from his shorts, giving it a few short pumps before running it through your folds. You shuddered, the clothing in your mouth muffling your voice as he lined himself up with your entrance. Fuck, he was so hard he thought he might burst.

“So wet for me already?” He was being more vulgar than usual, his voice a little dirtier and his grip a little rougher as he teased your fluttering cunt. “Go on, baby, fuck yourself on me.”

You were taken back by Armin’s tone, but his words went straight to your pussy as you lowered yourself down onto him. His dick always hit your perfect places, his cock stretching you so perfectly as you took him in. Armin loved watching the way your pretty pussy swallowed his dick, he loved the way he could feel the stretch of your walls and the tip of your cervix as he bottomed out in you with a grunt.

You moaned, your jaw going slack and the shirt falling from your mouth as you began to bounce up and down on him. His hands rested softly on the plush skin of your thighs, his fingers being slightly swallowed by the flesh. Armin applied no pressure, he wanted you to do the work, though it was proving to be harder than he’d thought.

He let out a hiss, tossing his head back at how good you felt around him. The way his shirt bounced with your movements had him biting his lower lip so hard he swore he drew blood.

“Feels so good.” You gasped out as you ground yourself down, his dick hitting the spot that has your toes curling into the sand and your breath catching. Armin saw the way your eyes rolled back when he hit that spot, and he couldn’t help himself, Armin never had much resolve when it came to you. His grip on your legs tightened and he began slamming his own hips upward to meet yours while his hands pushed your thighs down with every bounce.

His shirt moved up and down more aggressively now and Armin grit his teeth, fucking up into you hard enough to drag deep moans from you. His newfound aggression was unexpected, and the slapping of your skin had your cheeks flushed with heat at the thought of being caught. Still, Armin groaned as your pussy fluttered around him and you swore you could hear him muttering “pretty girl” every now and then as he abused that spot within you.

“Taking me so well,” he grunted, “you feel good?” Armin spoke, his hips snapping to meet yours. You nodded, your eyes meeting his. “Who’s making you feel this good?”

You swallowed thick, your voice catching as you went to speak. “Y-you are.” You gasped at one particularly hard thrust, falling backwards onto your hands with a cry. You were spread out for him now, knees on either side of him and arms bracing yourself behind your back. “So full.” You managed to choke out the words, your breath labored.

“Shhh, wouldn’t want anyone to hear you, would we?” Armin’s eyes flicked up your bouncing figure and his voice was teasing. Maybe he wanted someone to see you, wanted them to see how much you loved taking his cock.

You let out a whimper as the vein of his cock dragged along that spongy spot inside you. Your pussy fluttered against him and Armin grit his teeth as one hand moved to rub his thumb on your clit in tight circles.

“Gonna cum for me? Gonna let me fill you up?” Fuck, he wanted to fill you up. Armin wanted to fuck a baby into you, wanted to make you his forever. He hadn’t even realized what he’d said until you spoke back, too focused on chasing your high to think about what you were saying.

“Yes,” you gasped, “fill me up. Please, please.” The only thing on your mind was Armin, Armin, Armin. His cock dragged against your walls and hit your cervix with every thrust and your mind was clouded with wanting to be filled to the brim with him.

Armin’s fingers picked up the pace on your clit until you came undone on top of him, your hips bucking erratically. You fell forward onto his chest, a long whine escaping your lips as he continued fucking you through your high.

His thrusts became sloppier and sloppier as he fucked you until finally, he ground himself into you, painting your walls white. It was hot and you could feel his cum filling you up, your mouth falling open at the feeling. His hand came up to grip your hips, as if he wanted to make sure nothing slipped out as he came into your quivering pussy. Armin moaned, loud and long as his thrusts came to a stop. He stayed inside you for a bit, just feeling the way your pussy throbbed around him before pulling out and flipping you on your back.

He watched the way his cum spilled out of you with awe, before taking two fingers and pushing it back inside, moving your bathing suit bottoms back over your cunt.

“What brought that on?” You gave him an incredulous look, an eyebrow raised as you sat back on your elbows, your knees shaking slightly.

Armin panted for a moment, his cheeks turning a bright red as he looked over your figure and the way you quivered. “You just look really good in my shirt.”

[oh-katsuki]

I’m In Love With You (Armin x Reader)

Pairing: Armin x Reader

Content: Smut, fingering, overstimulation

A/N: the first of the transition

Armin fell in love with you really fast. It wasn’t conscious but it hit him faster than he’d ever expected and he didn’t see it coming. It was like one day you were you and the next day you were you. For some reason, everything you did that day had his heart pounding in his ribcage and his fingertips buzzing. The way your little hands fit so neatly into his as you pulled him towards the couch in your apartment he’d seen so many times, the way your eyes found his in conversation, and the way your smile spread across the entire room as you looked at him.

He was sure that he’d been in love with you for a while, probably since the first week he knew you and you scrunched up your nose at the idea of partner work. You two were fast friends after that first meeting, working long nights in the library to complete a general education course that required way too much effort. You’d bonded over coffee and hours of research and whether or not sweet coffee or bitter coffee was better (you still think the winner was sweet, Armin begs to differ). He probably fell in love with you at some point in those late nights, in between pages of research and your soft yawns as the library slowly wound down for the night.

So Armin couldn’t help it when he found himself staring at your lips and the way they parted gently as you watched the television screen. He watched the rise and fall of your chest as your shoulder rested softly against his and his heart couldn’t help but begin to pound when you laid your head on his shoulder. Armin could swear you’d hear it. But at least now, with the pounding of his chest, he knew he was in love with you. Armin had never been more sure of anything.

“You okay?” you asked, sitting up to meet his eyes, yours clouded with a playful worry.

“Hm?” That was all it took to snap him out of his daze, and he shook his head and responded, a genuine smile spreading across his lips. “Yeah, yeah I’m okay, I was just thinking.”

He doesn’t know where he found the courage, all Armin knew was that you were too far from him now. Your shoulder wasn’t enough anymore and before he’d had even a moment to think about was he was doing, he wrapped his arm around your shoulder and pulled you close to his chest so your sides fit together neatly on the couch.

You couldn’t ignore it anymore, the deep hammering of your heart as you laid against him. He was close enough now that if you turned your head upwards, you’d be able to place your lips on the underside of his jaw, and his hand just barely skimmed the hem of your shirt. Suddenly, the movie on the TV didn’t matter much anymore, you found Armin’s eyelashes to be much more fascinating.

You’d been thinking of how to tell him you loved him for quite some time now, but something about today felt different.

“You okay?” he asked you without looking away from the TV. The corner of his lip pulled up in a slight smile as he echoed your comment from earlier. Armin turned his head down to face you, the smile still playing at his lips as your faces hovered only a few inches from each other.

The air in the room was thick, and the way he was looking at your had you subtly grinding your thighs together. Suddenly, you both knew what you wanted, both knew how you felt about each other. The hand that once ghosted at your waist pressed flat against your side, three fingers slipping under the hem of your shirt and resting on your skin. Your eyes moved from his lips and back to his eyes, and your breath caught in your throat as he moved his hand up your side, his eyes searching yours for some type of cue to keep going.

Armin wouldn’t make the first move. No matter how much he wanted to, no matter how much the warm skin of your waist made him think about how warm the skin between your legs was, he didn’t want to push you. So he waited for you to move in, to tilt your head forward and to slightly brush your lips against his.

That was the only confirmation Armin needed. Suddenly his grip on your waist became tight, pulling you into him. He dipped his tongue between your lips as you sucked in a sharp breath, practically melting into him. His tongue lapped into your mouth so passionately that it had you wondering if that’s how he’d be between your thighs. That thought set you off as you climbed on top of him, resting a leg on either side of his hips.

It took you a moment to understand what was happening. You were kissing Armin right now. You were kissing the man you were in love with and his hands were roaming over your body and his lips were so soft you could swear they were made of cotton.

It was Armin who broke off the kiss, his eyes coming to meet yours as he lowered his head to your neck. He placed chaste kisses as the base of you neck, his eyes coming to meet yours as he licked and nipped at the sensitive skin. Making his way up behind your ear and across your jaw, he paused to leave a purple mark in a place that made your body shutter. Swiping his tongue across the mark, he pulled back to admire his handy work.

Fuck… the way he was looking at you had you weak in the knees. He brought his lips to yours again, wasting no time in slipping his tongue into your mouth, licking softly at your own as his hands roamed across your thighs and sunk into the plush skin of your ass.

He broke off the kiss, bunching your shirt up at your waist and pulling it over your head greedily. Armin brought his hands to your breasts, taking your hard nipple between his pointer and middle finger, pinching it gently. You couldn’t stop the slight whines that pushed past your lips and the low grind of your hips against his hardening cock.

Armin wished he could capture the way you looked right now, panting slightly above him, your brows knitted together and your eyes meeting his as you ground down against his bulge, practically whining for him to touch you some more. He loved you. He really did. To him, you looked so spectacularly beautiful to him right now that he swore he could burst.

“Armin,,, please.” You whined, your head rolling forward as your hips ground against him with newfound necessity. Armin took your nipple in his mouth, rolling the hardened bud underneath his tongue as his eyes stayed glued on yours. You couldn’t stop the shaky whimper that left your throat and you brought your hands up to his shoulders to brace yourself.

He’d barely touched you and already you could feel the arousal heavy between your legs. Armin stopped after paying equal attention to the other nipple, releasing your chest with a pop. “Please what pretty girl?” He looked up at you with a wry grin, his thumbs kneading circles into your thighs.

You let out a whimper, grinding down against him as you took one of his hands from your thigh and placed it over your leaking cunt. “Touch me.” The way you held eye contact with Armin had him throbbing in his pants and swallowing thick as you moved his hand back and forth over your clit. Each stroke had your thighs twitching against his hips and small whimpers falling from your lips.

Finally, Armin took the lead, pulling your shorts from your hips and taking them off you. In one swift motion, he’d moved the fabric of your panties aside and dipped his fingers between your legs, coating them in slick.

“Want my fingers, pretty?” Armin coo’d. He simply couldn’t bring himself to punish you for being so greedy, for pushing his fingers against your soaking cunt as you ground against him.

“Yes.” You spoke breathily, your voice quivering slightly as his fingers teased your tight hole. “Y-yes, please oh f-fuck.” Your thought was interrupted as he plunged two fingers into you, impatient and just wanting to feel your pussy take his fingers.

Armin’s hand worked quickly. He just wanted to watch you come undone on top of him, watch the way your body would shake as you rode out your high on his fingers.

He felt so good inside you, his fingers pumping in and out of you and curling slightly to find that spot inside of you that has your toes curling. Armin knows he hits it after one particular curl when you cry out and bury your face into his neck, whimpering with every pump.

Your legs begin to shake around him and your hips start to meet his fingers as you chase your high. Armin attaches his lips back to your neck, leaving a mark at the base of your neck and running his tongue over the appearing bruise. He moves to your breast, rolling your nipple gently between his teeth and flicking his tongue over the tip as his fingers continued their ruthless assault on your pussy.

“Y’gonna cum for me?” he spoke, licking up your chest before bringing his lips to yours. He wanted to feel you moan against him as you came and he swallowed each whimper, cry, and breath he pulled from you.

You nodded, your head rolled back and your eyebrows knitted together. He brought his free hand to your clit, rubbing tight circles in unison with the curling of his fingers as he began to use the muscles in his entire arm to pump in and out of you. Your thighs began to quiver beside him and you let out a lengthy and high pitched moan.

“Gonna cum. Armin, m’gonna cum.” Your voice came out strained and the bottom of your feet felt hot as you climbed violently towards your release. Armin drank your words, mumbling back to you as he continued his steady assault on your pussy.

“Yeah? Cum for me baby. Please, cum all over my fingers.” It was one more circle of his fingers around your clit and one more pump of his wrist before you were coming undone on top of him, a string of curse words leaving you mouth.

“Fuck, fuck, there it is.” Armin spoke, his voice gentle and encouraging. “Give me one more.”

He kept his lips close to yours, as he sped his hands up and continued pumping into you well past your high.

The overstimulation had you digging your nails into his shoulders, and your entire body convulsed as your sensitive body was quickly brought back into another blinding orgasm. You cried out his name, your body collapsing against his shoulder as you panted against him.

“Holy shit.” You spoke, exhaling another shaky breath as you came down from your high.

Armin gave a low chuckle, pulling his fingers from you and slipping them past his lips, tasting your arousal on his tongue. He took your chin gently between his pointer finger and thumb, lifting it to place a gentle kiss on your lips.

“I’m in love with you.” He spoke, that good natured and gentle personality coming through once again. “I think I have been for a while.”

Your eyes widened for a moment before they fluttered closed in a gentle laugh. You placed a kiss to Armin’s neck and spoke into it a soft “me too.”