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nixie-writes-aot · 1 year

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Armin + Dominance

Warnings: nsfw, minors dni, sub/dom dynamic, dom Armin, heavy degradation, punishment, bratting/brat taming, mentioned multiple orgasms, impact play, sadomasochism

Pairing: Armin Arlert x genderneutral reader

Note: Yeah hi literally no one asked for this. Like. Not a soul. However, I started simping due to someone and now I can't stop thinking about covert dom Armin

Now here you were, bent over the desk in the shared dorm between him and Eren. His cock slamming into you, your voice carrying as you couldn't help but moan. Each drag of his cock hit your sweet spot like no tomorrow, his hand on the base of your neck. Armin's grip tight, keeping you face down and ass up.

It had been all fun and games, making jabs at the calm and ever so composed blonde. Really, it had. Just sitting in a group, laughing. It was Eren who brought up that Armin seemed particularly closed off about anything sex related. Something that was uncommon in college. Jean was quick to try and shut Eren up, about how Armin didn't owe anyone anything. Although, you suspected that it was just another chance to prove himself better than Eren. Connie had laughed, claiming his dick was too big to not talk about. That one you chuckled at. You had made a comment about how you were sure that if Armin had anything to brag about, he would when the time came. What you had implied didn't fall on deaf ears, it never did.

"Fuck." He swore, the "innocent baby" of the group swore. "Take it. Go on. Take it, whore."

"God! Armin!" You whined.

"Go on. Moan like a bitch in heat. I'll make it so you can't even walk, then lets see you imply a thing about my cock then." Armin growled.

You could only lay there, face down, moaning just like Armin said. Like a bitch in heat. You whined and whimpered, face bright red as Armin snapped his hips, his cock driving deeper into you. The blonde used his other hand to slap his hand onto your ass, the impact sharp and painful. You gasped, practically sobbing as another orgasm inched closer. Armin coldly chuckled.

"Thats right. Cum with my cock inside you. Again. Fucking whore, sobbing because of my cock. Tell me, how do you feel? Do I not have anything to brag about? Fucking slut." His words were cold and cruel, hitting you deeper and making you even more excited.

"It feels so good!" You sobbed, body limp against the desk, "Your cock is so big! I love it! I need it! Please, fuck, Armin please!"

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chrollohearttags · 10 months

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drug dealer!mikasa and her hood princess gf headcanons

📝: don’t y’all judge me but this been in my head all day and it’s not going nowhere so I’m sharing the delusion.

mentions of heavy drugs, violence and weapons, robbery and setups, smut warning, tribbing, gunplay, fingering, car sex, Mika being a freak

drug dealer!mikasa, who you first met while working at a gas station was so infatuated the moment she laid eyes on you. Always frequenting on your scheduled days and making more visits than the average customer.

drug dealer!mikasa, who always looked fine as hell, regardless of how she was presenting that day. Whether she in a pair of baggy joggers, band t-shirt and a pair of Nikes or tight fitting two piece skirt and tube top that revealed all of the tattoos littering her toned body. Nothing but designer and expensive shit touched her skin.

drug dealer!mikasa appeared cool as a fan but every time she entered that store, she wondered how she was going to approach a bad bitch like you..loving your various hairstyles that you switched out weekly and duck bill nails. Not to mention the gold hoops dangling from your ears, clavicle piercings and tattoos.

“Who done your arm piece? It’s beautiful.” “From the shop on 104th. The tall dude with the long hair? Him.”

drug dealer!mikasa only smirked when you brought him up because she knew him very well. “That’s my boy Eren. We used to work together.” Failing to mention that said work involved a little something on the illegal side. Something she could never give up as easily.

drug dealer!mikasa, who drove a brand new matte black Audi R8 or Benz Truck when you saw her and wore jewelry that could pay your rent always gave a vague answer when you asked her what she done for a living.

“Shit, I’m tryna get like you, pookah. What you do for work?” “Family business. Nothing major.”

drug dealer!mikasa, who lived with her uncle, a well known club owner and kingpin attended the university as a business student, put her studies to good use selling all types of drugs to her peers; from the star football player to the stuck up sorority girls. It brought her joy to see those bitches tweaking on her supply.

drug dealer!mikasa, who mainly hung out on your side of town would offer to smoke you out after your shifts as you two sat in her car. Talking about random shit and having a good time. It was one night when the two of you were chilling when you decided to ask her once more what she done while she was high.

“I already told you, I’m in the family business.” uttering as you caught a glimpse of the baby Glock tucked between her console and a dime bag right beside it.

drug dealer!mikasa knew she couldn’t keep her secret any longer and seeing the excitement in your eyes at the prospect of her being a dealer, began to spend a lot more time with you and a whole lot more money! Buying you gifts, taking you out and spending racks at the strip club with you.

drug dealer!mikasa loved having you by her side when she made her drops. Knowing that you weren’t some boujie bitch who’d be scared. Sitting pretty in her passenger seat and holding her pistol. Not to mention that having a sidekick made it easier to hit a lick. Setting men up from her uncle’s club who had been harassing girls and robbing them blind.

“That dude again? Don’t worry, we’ll take care of him. Right, baby?” “Of course, this gon’ be fun.”

drug dealer!mikasa, who didn’t even need drugs after the high of watching you get these assholes down to their underwear and then coming in for the drop. Getting turned on by watching you count your money up while the guy cried in the corner. Just having to fuck you crazy afterwards.

“Yeah, suck on that gun like you did him, baby.” That mouth is so fucking pretty..” shoving her barrel between your lips as she fingered you in the front seat. Knowing how much wetter it got that little plump pussy.

drug dealer!mikasa loved when you fed each other percs because the sex was ten times more intense. From letting your tongue piercings clash in sloppy kisses as you scissored to riding a double sided dildo for almost an hour; going back and forth to see who could come the most. Leaving the bed drenched in your puddles of squirt and silky cream.

drug dealer!mikasa dicked you down better than any man with that thick eight inch strap on. Pounding you from behind and slapping your thick ass with each stroke.

“You fucking the shit out this pussy!…oooh..” “Then come for me, gorgeous. Give me that shit.”

drug dealer!mikasa ate you out and stimulated herself with a vibrator until the two of you finally tapped out and came down from that high.

drug dealer!mikasa had never met a girl like you, knew she’d never be able to fuck with anyone else after getting a taste of you.

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yorsgirl · 27 days

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Grant me a wish

Levi Ackerman x Reader

Synopsis: In which, Levi takes it upon himself to fulfil that one wish of yours.

Trope: Angst, fluff, established relationship.

Warnings: Post Canon, implied nsfw, kissing, no mentions of y/n.

Word count: 1.3k

A/N: Nothing just me milking my daydream with this fine specimen of a man. Fuck you Isayama for making my man go through all that shit 😭 (jk, thank you for writing this amazing story for us)

Levi never said that he loved you.

In all the years you've spent with him neither did he once speak those three words. He never said those words while you were in the infirmary being treated for your broken ankle.

Neither had he ever urged you to skip any expedition nor did he push you away when you were adamant to fight this war alongside him.

Perhaps, his love is not to be heard. It's meant to be felt.

It was felt when you were the first one he looked for after every expedition. It was felt when he'd ask you to stay back for training. It was felt he himself strapped the harness of your ODM before an expedition. It was felt that after submitting the paperwork he'd take a trip to your room. It was felt when he told you about his past; revealing each and every darkest secret as you shared a cup of tea under the starlight. To know the hands which caressed your form every night with tenderness were the same hands stained with the red of death.

Amidst this never-ending war, the concept of a blooming romance was like a far-fetched dream. And there was a hint of fear. Fear of you suffering the same fate as everyone he loved.

For everyone he loved had been taken away one way or another.

.

It wasn't on any special day that it happened.

The air was humid and you could hear the crickets chirping outside your window. The sun was setting down the horizon slowly when Levi asked you that question.

"They died for us..." He had said, gazing out the window before shifting his form towards you.

"Would you live with me for the rest of my life?"

There was no bit of hesitation on his face but you could sense a subtle hint of fear when his voice turned heavy. Fear of what might be your answer. It wasn't a question on impulse or one of reassurance you had answered previously.

He didn't kneel before you nor did he voice out any of his feelings. It was a question, as simple as that. Yet, it was the most important he had ever asked of you.

When you didn't answer for long, he was prepared to apologize as his shoulders slumped down. But before he could conjure those words, your lips met his. It was unlike any other kisses you had shared until that day. Your lips didn't move against his, it stayed like a touch of a petal.

It was a kiss to shush him from wringing an apology (what was there to even apologize for), one to convey your answer.

He brought out a ring from his pocket. Nothing fancy, just a silver band on first inspection. In the second look, you found his initials engraved on the backside. He slid it on your finger without any further ado.

Next, he had passed you another identical ring and forwarded his hand to you. You found your initials engraved on its backside as he urged you to put it on him.

"I could only afford this." He confessed, meeting your gaze. There was a subtle disappointment lingering in his voice. He could have gotten you something more intricately crafted or one made of a more valuable metal.

You offered a soft smile, intertwining your fingers with his. The pad of his thumb rubbed circles upon your knuckles, the silver ring glinted as the sunlight reflected on it.

Only if he knew, you needed no ring for you had him by your side.

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Each step towards the altar was a step-down memory lane.

Clad in a black suit, similar to the one he had worn to all the meetings in the survey corps. You always told him he looked like some nobleman wearing such an outfit.

You noticed the slight change in demeanor when he saw you walking down the aisle in your white dress and a bouquet of white lilies. He was standing before the priest; waiting for your arrival.

That caused a frown. His knee was still damaged and from the medical reports, he needed to rest it as much as possible. You remember repeatedly chiding him to use the wheelchair but his stubbornness was evident. You were sure to give him an earful after this was over.

You never took Levi as the one to want a traditional wedding ceremony. You were sure he'd want to just sign the papers in court and be done with it. That's what you thought.

Until he asked you to pick a dress and a location. Informing you he had sent word to your union to the needful people. So you did, chose a dress to your liking and the spot which held both of your memories—the survey corps headquarters.

Walking between all the guests you reached him. A lot of guests weren't present to witness this matrimony. Only his remaining squad and the queen made a graceful appearance with her daughter - Ymir. But they were your family. The very family with whom you had fought a war alongside. The ones who held witness to your laughs and tears, who had your back through thick and thin.

A family brought together by tragedy.

Levi helped you up the stairs, offering his hand which you took gratefully. Standing before him, all the doubts that plagued your mind previously faded into thin air. There were no regrets, no second guesses, no jitters, nothing except the love you held for him. Looking back, there were a lot of things he didn't say but his actions conveyed proof of those unspoken words.

Everything felt right when you looked into his eyes.

A sense of tranquillity settled on you. Your loud heartbeat seized to a comforting pace when he held your hand. Gazing at you with no bit of hesitance whatsoever. There was a ghost of a smile adorning his lips.

He never looked more beautiful than now.

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"Grant me a wish, Levi."

"What kind?"

"To speak of your honest feelings when the right day comes."

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You were the strongest in his eyes.

Humanity's strongest soldier, they called him. He carried loads of expectations behind his back; and carried the hopes and dreams of every soldier who gave up their life for this cause. For a chance at freedom which was so valiantly fought for till the end.

And now, he stood before you. You, the woman who stuck by his side till the end. To not keep a distance when he revealed his vulnerabilities and shared about the darkness residing in him. Quite the contrary, you closed the distance into an embrace.

Surreal to know, you were here and not some vision in the air. You were here, right before him. And this war was over. The bloodshed, the death, the conflicts, everything was over. Hence now, he decided to live. Live a life with you which you used to speak about. A normal life.

He honestly didn't know what the future held. Neither was he aware of how this decision will turn out. He never had but he knew if you were with him; he'd figure it out.

The priest's voice reached his ears.

"State your vows."

Vows. He was never vocal about his intentions. Not the one to make sweet, empty promises. But here, he wished to say something which he always meant to express.

He took a deep breath, clutching your hand tightly in his. Each syllable of your name rolled off his mouth in an agonizing slow pattern.

And after a long time, he saw tears slide down your eyes. For once, these tears were not of sorrow but of happiness. The absolute bliss to hear him speak of his feelings for you. He granted your wish on this very day.

Those words...

"I'll always be yours."

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suukee · 7 days

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other half 彡 levi ackerman

» summary ⋆ levi doesn’t exactly notice it, but one of his love languages is physical touch. (how he acts when he’s in love)

» content ⋆ levi ackerman x reader. fluff, hurt/comfort. mentions character deaths. written with season four, special two in mind.

» word count ⋆ 1070

Levi doesn’t exactly notice it, but one of his love languages is physical touch.

That’s because, growing up, he lost everyone he treasured.

His mother passed away when he was nothing more than a living skeleton, too young to live on his own. The last memory he recalls is laying his head down on her lap and her feather-like touch. Her fingers were gentle as they ran through his hair. Sometimes it had grown so long to the point where she’d braid them.

The man who found Levi, rotting beside the corpse of his mother, raised him as though he was a caretaker, but not like a father. It’s vague in Levi’s older years, but he remembers the head pats and the hair ruffling. The man was overall careless and strong, but he had soft moments where he’d praise Levi. And just out of the blue, the mystery man abandoned him. Years later, when it was revealed that this man was his uncle all along, he had died in the next moment.

Then there was Furlan and Isabel, the only two people he had considered his family in his adult years Underground. Isabel was a girl with no personal space for the people she cared for. For as long as she could remember, she loved hugs. And while Levi was stiff and complaint about it, she’d do it again and again. Pats on the shoulder from Furlan were enough of a relief to know he was there. Yet, they soon left, devoured on their first expedition outside the walls.

Levi’s very first squad respected his space, unlike Isabel. Even so, they meant something to him. He’d only seen the aftermath of their lives. He doesn’t have much of a physical memory from them. He carries the weight of being unable to protect them as they always would for him.

Then came the commander—both of them. The people he grew to appreciate. He wouldn’t dare to admit out loud they had become his friends. The two strong leaders made a great sacrifice for the sake of humanity. It was heavy. Like the death of his squad, he added that weight to the list. He could feel the hands of Erwin and Hange on his shoulders urging him on.

They’re all gone. Bittersweet memories. Repeating nightmares taunt him just when he thinks he’s got it wrapped around his head.

Through such hardships, he’s gifted with you. The war hasn’t come to an end, not yet, but you’re the only person he knows who survived countless battles from the very beginning.

You have become the only person in the entire world to whom he will cry, vent, and lean toward when he needs to. Whenever he wants to.

His comfort is his best friend. His lover. His partner in crime. That’s always going to be you.

Anyone who catches him holding your hand or kissing your cheek may find it strange. He doesn’t want to be touched by anyone, let alone touch someone himself. He’s a damn intimidating man. One look is all he needs to drive people away. And while it took some time to get to the point where he could freely be himself, the thought that he doesn’t deserve you still gnaws at him.

You treat him like a living person, not as Humanities Strongest. You went through hell and back just to get to know him, to understand him—why he acts and feels the way he does. You’ve changed him into a better man, and you’ve accepted his flaws. Your devotion and love are so innocent and pure, he knows you’d do it all over again. Just for him.

He didn’t make it easy to break down his walls. His guard was exhaustingly high. He tried to push you away in case of the day he loses you, then it wouldn’t hurt so much. But as his calloused hands find their place on the soft skin of your cheeks, eyes shining of love, giggles echoing in his ears, he doesn’t look back. You’re the one he wants to protect. Lay his life down for. A reason to look ahead.

Sometimes, you’re too busy laughing to notice he smiles when you’re this close. But you know he’s content despite how rarely he smiles.

At meetings or meals, he’ll sit across from you. There are times when he rests the tip of his boot atop yours lightly. It’s just his way of keeping in contact with you. If he decides to sit next to you, he’ll be close enough that your knees press against his gently. It did take him some time to kiss you, but he was uneasy about public displays of affection. On his own, and with your patience, he comes to terms with holding your finger or keeping a grip around your waist whenever you’re out together.

He’s a different man in private. He holds you so close, hugging you tightly like you’ll disappear if he lets go. He loves it when you come to the office late at night, settling yourself on his lap as he completes his work—writing with one hand and holding you against him with the other (he complains someone will see and that you should be getting rest, but makes no effort to get you off). When exhaustion kicks in, Levi loves to rest his head on your shoulder, keeping a hand on your thigh and gently caressing the fabric of your pants or, even better, your skin. His body weight is all on you when he’s knocked out cuddling, not that you’ve ever complained about it. Not that you ever will.

Who would’ve guessed the stoic captain had such a soft side?

Nighttime is the worst. A swarm of nightmares disturb his rest. That’s when he becomes desperate for your touch. Your chest and your lap, that’s his new favorite pillow. Your fingers playing with his hair, his undercut, or rubbing his upper back boosts his melatonin. Your arms are the safest place in such an unforgiving world. You’re a calming piece of his life he doesn’t dare to lose.

He can’t.

Even though the war isn’t over, and there’s no time to spend together, it’s your presence that aids him for a while. Even if he can’t see with his eye properly, he relies on touch. Just your hand, and he’s good.

Who would he be without you? He doesn’t want to know.

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wriothesleysgf · 7 months

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SOAP — eren jaeger.

cws: dirty talk, degradation, name calling, restraints, slight bratty!reader, dacryphilia, facial, possessive eren, mean eren, overstim, slapping, m.sturbation, denial, toy use.

"for such a pretty fucking thing, you're real stupid, ain't ya?" eren spat, thankful that his friends had finally left.

you had both been hanging out with them, and he didn't like how close you'd gotten to jean. the sound of you laughing at his jokes, the view of you making eye contact with him— eren despised it. as you got up from your seat to get a drink, he pulled you down into his lap when you passed him, and that's where you stayed a while after.

there you were subject to his hand creeping up your thigh and under your skirt. he would kiss your neck every now and then, making sure that you felt his teeth on your soft skin if you were talking to anyone but him.

"'m not stupid!" you squeaked. it was a dumb decision, considering you knew exactly what you were in for when eren got like this. he always made it very clear that it would stop if you used your safe word, but you rarely did. the thrill of being claimed, of being used like his little toy, filled you with a rush that nobody else could replicate.

"sweetheart," eren cooed, tilting his head. he stalked over to you. you backed away, until your back hit the bedroom door. eren grabbed both of your wrists in one swift motion, and pinned them above your head. he towered over you. "you know what you were doing."

despite knowing roughly what would come your way, you chose to look at him like a confused puppy. as adorable as eren found such a sight, he chose to just open the door, pushing you inside of the room and not stopping until your back collided with the bed.

he situated himself above you, caging you in with knees on either side of your body. then he used one hand to maintain the grip on your wrists, and the other moved to unbuckle his belt. "don't make me fucking hit you with it, darlin',"

you'd be lying if you said that that threat didn't turn you on even more. although you tried to hide it, eren sees the darkened glint appear in your eyes. "nasty bitch," he spits. "you act like you won't be begging me to stop after a single lash,"

"nu uh," you whisper under your breath, assuming he won't hear. another mistake.

"you want me to slap you around a little, pumpkin? you just adore being bullied, how filthy."

eren then skillfully uses his belt to restrain your wrists, attaching them to the headboard. "stop fucking squirming, i haven't even touched you yet,"

you don't even care what he says, all you can think about is him bullying his cock into you. the sheer dominance that radiates from the man has you acting like a bitch in heat. short, pathetic begs fall past your lips.

"desperate slut," eren continued. he then takes his time removing your clothes, wanting to see how much you writhed under him. every touch was light, for he knew how much you craved his heavy, rough hands all over you. by the time he got around to sliding your panties off, there was a string of slick connecting your cunt to the thin material— which, of course, eren scoffed at.

"aww, baby," he cooes, his voice dripping with so much sweetness that you could easily decipher his attempt at sarcasm. "tell me what ya want, princess, and i'll give it to you, yeah? does my pretty girl want my mouth on her cunt? or does she want me to go get a couple toys, hmm? or is it dick she's craving?" he notices how you whimper at the mention of him filling you up. "want my cock, sweetheart? you always look adorable trying to take me, like that little cunt never gets used to me, no matter how many times i fuckin' use her. such an obedient doll for me, aren't ya? so fucking willing for me, what a good girl. maybe you deserve a reward for it. might just have to give in and stuff you full of my cum."

eren's continued dirty talk has your head spinning. he takes his stiff cock out, not even bothering to undress himself fully, and leans over you as he aligns himself with your entrance. you can feel the tip of him pressing against your hole, preparing to push in. it distracted you so much that you don't notice the saccharine person begin to wither away.

eren leans down, as though to place gentle kisses to your face. only then, he turned to whisper into your ear. "how stupid, how naïve. so needy that you forget i'm the one in control here. you misbehaved, let me remind you who owns you."

you were left whining as eren got up. the sound of you trying to free the belt he kept your wrists restrained with echoed around the room. he then went to the closet, grabbing something from a box — that's when you knew how much trouble you'd gotten yourself into.

"now, now, i'm not a cruel man, darlin'. i'll let you cum. with how much you're dripping, it'd be torture for me to sit and edge that already swollen cunt, no matter how tempting it is."

eren then finally takes his clothes off, throwing them to the floor without a care. he positions himself between your legs, resting on his knees. the next thing that you know, the sound of a slight buzzing echoes around the room. then, you can feel eren spreading your folds as he positions the head of a vibrator directly onto your clit.

instinctively, you squeal and squirm, but eren's firm hand on your stomach settles you. he doesn't mock, understanding it would be a little too cruel to bully you for adjusting to the sensation. as your face begins to contort in pleasure, he increases the speed of the toy.

you try your best to plead for his cock, craving being close to him more than the stimulation. instead of fucking you, however, he simply keeps the vibrator in place with one hand whilst fucking his fist. his legs are perfectly positioned to keep you in place, so there's really no escape.

tears begin to well in your eyes, and you find yourself begging for eren's cock. the incoherent babbles combined with how fucking pretty he found it when you cried only spurred him on.

"sweet, sweet girl, you want me to fuck you?" he waits for you to nod. "'s too bad. you see, my hand doesn't act like a brat all day and still expect to get what it wants." he chuckles darkly as you continue to cry out. "what was that? 's my princess about to cum?"

you nod eagerly, which only amuses him further.

"you're so fucking pathetic for getting off to me bullying you, you know? cumming so fast too, what an embarrassment. even all of those crocodile tears don't compare to how wet you are down here." eren then shifts the vibrator to it's maximum speed, watching you try to escape his hold as he subjects you to such intense stimulation. "come on, you can do it. cum for me like the stupid little whore you are."

he continues to jerk himself off while he watches you come undone, only pausing to place a couple of slaps to your already sensitive cunt. he doesn't stop nor dull the vibrations as you come down from your high, no. eren only continues the high speed, watching you transform into an overstimulated mess. the sight has him throwing his own head back in ecstasy.

"what a pretty fucking mess you are, doll. listening to your filthy cunt leak is music to my ears. and the sound of you crying? perfect," he groans lowly, and you recognize that as a sign he's nearing his own release. without even noticing yourself, there's another orgasm on your horizon too.

"baby, so fucking cute," eren rambles. you always found the way that he softens up before spilling his cum enamouring. he's stuck in his own mind for a moment, debating where to shoot. in the end, he selects what might have been the most degrading choice. "close your eyes, sweets," he warns, and you do exactly that.

the next thing that you can feel is eren's warm cum spilling onto your face. he has a decent load as per usual, so your makeup is now ruined by the salty ropes. one lands in your mouth, and you instinctively lap it up.

eren takes a moment for himself to recover, but is already semi-hard again from the view of your messy face and even messier cunt. you start begging for his cock again, and he decides to press the toy harder against your poor clit. you cum again, with hips raising off the bed and the sound of eren's belt buckle clinking against the headboard.

you assumed he would stop now so when he didn't you tilted your head as if to inquire that.

"what, did my stupid princess think i'd stop after she's only cum twice? sweetheart, we're going until the only thing in that tiny fucking peabrain of yours is my name."

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jjkeremika · 6 months

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being friends with the AoT men was… confusing.

(i.e., how i think they’d interact if they had a crush on you and didn’t know how to deal with it)

pairing: Eren, Jean, Reiner, Levi, Porco; all x reader

Eren

Eren would always pick on you, telling you to shut up with a big smile on his face and constantly looking for excuses to touch you, pushing and shoving you to the side whenever you were next to each other.

He would throw pencils and sticks and other small objects at you, anything to get your attention. He’d smirk at your responses, loving the way your eyebrows furrowed together and the way your lips pressed into a pout.

As long as your eyes were on him, he was happy.

Reiner

Reiner’s confident, maybe bordering a little on arrogant, that you’re into him—hell, he thinks everybody’s into him.

He’d stand very close to you, slowly inching closer until your arms were touching, until he could smell your delightful perfume. You’d smile as he’d tell you you smell nice, blush as he’d yawn and slyly (obviously) lay his arm around you as you walked side by side. He’d smirk proudly and preen at the men who looked at him in jealousy.

Jean

Jean would be more traditional in his approach, complimenting your appearance and dress whenever possible. His compliments were always so thoughtful and considerate, the words warming your insides on the cool days.

But he was shy, always speaking so quietly you barely heard him or never actually asking for a night of your time. Instead he’d stare at you heavenly as you passed by, telling himself he’d do it tomorrow.

Levi

Levi is difficult to read, and interacting with him was usually a one-sided dominant conversation, with him silent and watchful, always intense. Sometimes you watched his jaw click, wondering if maybe you were irritating him.

But he locked his jaw and shook his leg vigorously because you were so. fine. and it was taking every ounce of self-control he had to resist pushing you to the ground and bending you over. All his energy had to go into his bouncing leg (which he wished you were on) or gnawing at his lip (which he wished was yours).

Porco

Porco was a different kind of confident. Confident in groups, shy around you. You had caught him staring at you a couple times, to which he’d always frantically looked away or acted like he didn’t know what you were talking about, like he’d zoned out randomly and never zoned back in.

But occassionally when you ran up behind him, shouting his name and preparing to jump onto his shoulders from behind, he turned around and spread out his arms, catching you. He thanked whatever confident spirit possessed him to do it when your faces were mere centimeters apart, a deep red blush shared between you.

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thewritingwrath · 3 days

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Levi loves kneeling down in front of you as he eats you out.

He loves gripping your thighs tightly, as they shake, and you’re wetness drips down onto his lips, sucking at your folds as if this is his last meal.

He loves trailing his hands to your lower back to keep you standing, kissing your crotch and thighs, as his tongue goes back to your clit giving kitten licks.

He keeps eating you until you cum into his mouth, tasting sweet like summer honey. Your cum runs down your thighs, and to your panties laying at your feet and Levi’s knees.

He slowly raises, and lays you down on the bed, spreading your legs for another round.

“So tell me, darling, how much weaker can I make your legs?” He asks, kissing your jaw, trailing his tongue down it, slowly leading his fingers back your already cummed out pussy.

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mrswint3rs · 2 months

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REINER ON SEX POLLEN MAAM

pairings- Reiner x fem! reader

(drabble)

cw- reader doesn’t know about the sex pollen, he’s needy and whiny, dry humping, unprotected sex, breeding kink ꨄ

a/n- im very sorry i took so long with this…i had no good ideas for any plot which is why i settled on a drabble 😞 now i want to rewatch aot

The second you step foot through the door, Reiner has you pinned to the wall, his larger form trapping you in place. His hard on rubs into you and he’s panting like a dog.

He strips you of your clothes without a word, any explanation whatsoever about what’s come over him. He just needs relief in any form. He needs you.

“Reiner what the hell’s the matter with you?” you exclaim, but you’re not exactly pushing him off. His hands grope your tits, trailing down the rest of your curves.

“Please,” he whimpers with shakey breath. The look in his eyes is almost pitiful. “Please just let me fuck you. You don’t understand how bad I have to have this.”

He presses further against you, pretty much dry humping your leg which was weirdly arousing. Seeing Reiner, a usually serious man stoop so low. For why you couldn’t understand. It wasn’t at all like him, especially not with you.

“Touch me…” he pleads, clinging to your figure.

You swallow the lump in your throat, letting your hands fall where he’s needing. You unbutton his pants, unzipping the fly and help him out of them. Whatever is wrong with him is starting to rub off on you. That and his absurd amount of pre cum.

Your hand squeezes his base, slowly pumping over the rest and his breath falters. He slumps into you, fucking into your hand clearly needing more than this and crying like an animal in heat. “Don’t stop,”

“Please i’ll do anything…”

You guide him to your entrance and he doesn’t hesitate to plunge in. He doesn’t hold back once you give him permission. He slams into you, jackhammering and battering your insides.

He didn’t stop after he came the first time. Didn’t even take a moment to catch his breath or rejuvenate. He just kept fucking it up into you, not able to slow down even for a second.

He was being so loud and he didn’t seem to care at all. He was only focused on filling you, milking himself dry and breeding you with his seed.

#reiner smut #reiner braun x reader smut #reiner braun #reiner x reader #aot reiner #attack on titan smut #attack on titan #shingeki no kyojin #smut #drabble

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heliiacus · 2 months

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thinking about armin who prefers to listen to you talk all day. sweet, quiet armin, charming in his own, inobtrusive way, his eye always trained on his beloved, busy or not. he enjoys listening to you; more than that - he adores it, the way you could spend hours talking about all the things that cross your mind, and the generous way in which you allow him into that corner of your mind with this gentle, sheer abandon. he listens, always, night or day, interest piqued and curiosity insatiable, and even if it takes you hours, when you are finished, he always, without a hitch, finds himself hoping you would tell him just one more thought.

sweet, ever-present armin, who wilfully shelves each thing you tell him into his mind, each category sifted through with a precise gentleness. armin, who mentions the things you have told him, or reminds you of the things even you had forgotten; smiling so bashfully, cheeks pink, each time you would look at him in surprise at his own reminders. diligent, loving armin who writes down reminders for you of the things you've told him, little notes scattered across the apartment the two of you share, always signed with his name, always written in the careful swirl of his hand.

sweet armin who simply adores you, who begs the universe to just stay by your side forevermore, who soaks up each word you share with him; sweet armin who considers it a privilege not just to listen to your every thought, but to be yours, too.

dividers by cafekitsune

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nixie-writes-aot · 1 year

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hihihi! Dom bertholdt maybe? I noticed you like writing him!

Bertholdt + Dominance

Warnings: nsfw, dom/sub dynamic, dom Bertholdt, thighfucking, implied orgasm delay/denial, begging, praise, degradation, slight impact play, use of the word "fucktoy" and "toy"

Pairing: Bertholdt Hoover x genderneutral reader

Author's Note: You are surely an anon after my own heart. What can I say? Covert doms are. So. Fucking. Good. Always the people who don't seem like much or who you would assume are subs like Bertholdt(or Armin honestly)

Bertholdt stared down at you, pressing your head into the bed and inhaling deeply at the sight of you. Your ass in the aur, his cock between your thighs as you whined. Bertholdt only chuckled.

"Fuck me." He whispered.

It was always a shock to hear Bertholdt of all people swear. Typically, he didn't swear at all. No, the quiet man normally just stayed at Reiner's side, maybe made a few comments here and there. Bertholdt, in a lot of ways, was a wallflower. Yet right now, in the moment, feeling him push his cock between your thighs with a groan? The last word you'd ever use to describe the gentle giant with was wallflower.

"Just stay like that. Good toy. Yeah." Bertholdt grunted.

With his hand on the base of your neck, keeping you down and the other placed on one of your thighs, it wasn't like you could move too much. His dominance overpowering as you pressed your thighs together, whimpering at the slow thrusts that drove Bertholdt's cock between your thighs. His cock still covered kn spit and cum from earlier, now using that to fuck your thighs.

"You're just a little fucktoy aren't you?" Bertholdt hummed, his thrusts almost gentle yet that changed when there was no response save for anither whine. You wanted him, wanted to both please him and get that same pleasure for yourself.

"C'mon, you just need to tell me what we both already know, darling." Bertholdt sighed, something akin to annoyance threading his words and tone.

He snapped his cock forward, a gasp tumbling out of your mouth before feeling his cock press against where you wanted it most, moaning because of that.

"I said: tell me." Bertholdt growled, his grip on your thigh tightening before he slapped it.

"Fuck! Please! Bert, please fuck me! I'm yours! Your fucktoy!" You begged, nearly sobbing already.

Bertholdt chuckled, "Good, good. See? You can behave for me, can't you?"

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chrollohearttags · 10 months

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aggressive sex with reiner after teasing him all day long during your shopping spree.

content warning: heavy squirting, cowboy reiner, plus size black fem reader, oral sex, foot play, super vocal dom reiner (him talking his shit cause whew 😵‍💫), spit kink, slapping, daddy kink, choking

this is sort of an excerpt/drabble for a full fic that I’m working on because lord knows when I’ll get around to finishing it but this thought wouldn’t leave me.

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it was as if you had stepped into a parallel universe. One completely opposite from the one you knew..especially in the bedroom!..things were so different tonight between you and your beloved husband that you’d hardly even recognize him. And yet..

“Yer’ dripping, baby..a fucking mess. You better not let me miss a drop either..matter of fact, shake that ass in my face. You know exactly what I like.”

you were loving this side of him! Aggressive, talkative and so demanding of you. Smacking your round asscheeks as you threw them back onto his head that was smothered in between them. Twerking on his face as he tongue fucked you from behind. Slurping and sucking on that sensitive pussy like a sweet delicacy. Those rough, loud grunts mumbling against your sex and making it feel ten times better. Making you reach back and grip your ankles; the diamond tennis bracelet and $20,000 wedding ring glistening underneath the bedroom lights. Just a small fraction of the amenities he spoiled you with. After all, it was worth it for the way you fucked him in return..

“Take that fucking pillow out of yer’ mouth, sweetheart. I need to hear how good of a job I’m doin’. Feel good getting ya’ pussy ate like this?”

“Yes! So fucking—ahh! Shit…”

your admission interrupted by yet another orgasm. Squirting on both his face and the silk linen underneath you. Those eyes crossing in the process and your body going limp for a moment..which in turn pleased him. “There it is…come on daddy’s tongue, baby. You taste so good..” See, you had been giving him little teasers and previews of what was in store when you got home and now he was reaping the rewards. Watching you spread yourself open with those pretty new nails he had just paid to have done, along with the cute lace thong he had tugged aside to eat you out. Watching you tremble, he’d spit down onto that entrance and puckering asshole before leaning up and prompting you to turn over with a heavy palm to the ass.

“Lemme spit in that pretty mouth too—ya’ like that, don’t you?”

“Yes, daddy! I love it..love when you treat me like a slut..”

finally getting you face to face with his fingers pumping between your lips. Watching how happy you became when he fed you a couple slaps. “I know ya’ do. That’s why you were in the car, sending me those sexy lil’ videos of you playing with your pussy. Saying ya’ wanted me to fuck the shit out of you.” Hooking his fingers into your jaw, Reiner burrowed his entire weight over you, diving between those pretty little legs. You didn’t have the strength to hold them open so he’d be glad to pin them up. “Had me sneaking away from work to stroke myself..made me come so hard..you’re such a tease..” Mainly because he wanted to flick his tongue around and suck on those freshly done toes..kissing on your instep and ankle as he began to feed you deep strokes. But not before slapping that cock against your very needy and warm slit. His opposite hand eventually snaked around your throat before bending down and smirking in your face.

“So I’ll give you what ya’ need…all this dick, just for you, pretty girl. Gonna fuck you all night.”

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ambrosialdesire · 11 months

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what are your thoughts on yandere levi 😩

my thoughts are: HELL YES

assuming that this is captain levi you're talking about, he's an already pretty terrifying force to be messing with in the first place, whether you are part of the corps or the enemy. to add on the yandere trope onto his character, you're in deep trouble LOL

ngl for me, it really varies on what kind of yandere he is depending on who he's interested in. for now, i'm only going to be explaining the instances and scenarios of reader either being a survey corps low-ranked soldier, marleyan captain enemy, and civilian.

i didn't mean for this to be so long but levi's been one of my favorites since middle school (literally was insane for him back then before reiner's s4 glowup lolol)

this is written as a gender-neutral reader sorta, no pronouns are used but it's slightly implied that this is a fem reader.

tw: manipulation, abuse of power, inappropriate touching, possessive behavior, implied non-con, implied mind-breaking

if you're part of the survey corps but serving as a low ranked soldier compared to levi, he constantly abuses his power over you. it doesn't show at all that he likes you, it's him mostly making you do things for him like you were his personal secretary. he takes you out of training to clean his office instead (he'd make you do it over and over again if it's not up to his standards), takes you away from your lunch group so you can boil his tea for him, sometimes just pulling you out of anything you're doing just to hang around him. at first, you were excited to take any job from him, after all, levi's one of the top soldiers in the corps. it was completely out of respect for the man until you begun to realize that he's just using you to only do "desk-jobs". you start getting sick of doing meaningless jobs for him but you're terrified of even saying anything about it to humanity's strongest soldier. levi's never going to be the really touchy type in any of my renditions of him being a yandere, but you've occasionally felt his faint touches around certain parts of your body as if a ghost had brushed past you; other times, he sternly grips your forearm or shoulder whenever he's in a not-so-pleasant mood. since him and erwin are buddy-buddy, he turns an eye with his behavior towards you, telling you that he would report the mistreatment to the higher-ups but really just throw away the files. he doesn't want his best soldier to falter anytime soon and you being a little special treat to satiate his appetite is nothing short of a itty bitty loss in the ranks. he's manipulative, wavering the threat of forcibly having you dishonorably discharged when you don't do as you're told. you wouldn't want your family to know that you're a shameful excuse of a soldier, would you? so be a good little pet, get down on your knees and beg for his forgiveness by any means necessary.

if you're a marleyan enemy soldier, especially a captain like him, FUCK there's so much tension between the two of you. his paradisian devil soldiers made a complete mess that night, killing many of the underlings and your coworkers, incapacitating the warriors as if they were nothing short of pests. you saw the absolute speed of that man who tore through one of the hinges of galliard's jaw and completely cut down jaeger's beast titan form, swearing nothing but completely hatred for that demon. levi thought you were interesting the moment he spotted you witnessing his attacks, eyes wide with admiration but stewing with disgust at the same time. there was a certain kind of fear that he's never seen before and the two of you shared a long stare before you took a shot, barely missing your intended target: him. a frustrated scream ripped out of you as you had to powerlessly watch them leave through one of the many blimps in the air. you didn't realize that he soon shot his ODM spears towards you, zipping in your direction and kicking you down to the ground. it was like he teleported in front of you as he stood over your body but you were soon knocked out with the butt of your own rifle. you woke up tied to a chair, hair being pulled back and gaze focused on the blinding light above you. he started asking questions, hitting you around like a training dummy but you refused to budge no matter how much pain you were in, spitting and laughing at his face. one of his comrades told him that it was useless trying to make you spill out anything, that they already knew everything that they needed to know from the marleyan defectors and zeke. part of his motivation for this (at that point in the anime) is because he's so sick of losing everyone important in his life so having someone to control, knowing what the outcome is because their future is strung by his own hands, it made the pain easier to deal with. on your side, for some godforsaken reason, he refused to let you go or kill you. oh no, no, no. he wants you to break. he wants that terrified, but idolized look in your eyes again. levi wants you to completely forget the person you are and who you served, only becoming his sweet and obedient marleyan prisoner.

if you're just an average citizen, it's a slow build-up of when levi began to take an interest with you. it was on accident but he starts to occasionally spot you whenever the scouts come back from outside expeditions, eyes wandering over the injured with a sullen expression. he couldn't decipher whether you felt simply ashamed of their loss again or that you felt bad that they had to keep doing this to themselves. that's usually only the few times where he sees you, usually trying to keep to himself and ignore the other bystanders. you were always there however, as if his eyes were automatically always darting to the same spot when he looked over into the crowd. when hange forced him to get out of the stuffy corps building and out into the city, he found himself staring at you while you serve drinks out to customers. it's filthy the way you brush your hand against theirs, winking at them to rub it even more. it was reminiscent, as if he was back watching an underground whore working for better tips. it felt strange seeing you outside of something he was used to, especially if it's something as deprecating as this back-alley bar. levi couldn't stop himself from standing up and trudging over to you when some pig put his hands on you, more so from what you're obviously comfortable with. it felt like he was back in the underground, the way he dug his fists into that sorry son of a bitch's face, fighting the group of men that he was with as well. hange eventually joined in as well, cheering in joy as they threw a beer glass into some guy who was sneaking up behind him. as the fight started to get more insane, he snatched you away from the scene when the moment was right (he may have left hange behind but they're more than capable of handling themselves in a fight). you thanked him profusely and offhandedly mentioned that you were definitely not working back there again after what happened. it could've been the traces of alcohol in his system or the adrenaline, but he kissed you right there. you pushed him away of course, completely shocked that the humanity's strongest had literally just kissed you unwarrantedly. he wanted to take his time to get to know you, he really did. yet levi realizes that he's no different from the disgusting man that he had just beat his face in, his grip around your arm tightening as he forces you against the grating wall in the dark alleyway.

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earthtooz · 2 years

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// PAIRING: eren jaeger x reader

// SYNOPSIS: eren's pretty adamant on getting you to kiss him.

// WARNINGS: FLUFF! reader teases eren, pouty eren, spin the bottle game... kinda, dialogue heavy, cursing, alcohol, lots and lots of, eren is drunk, lmk if there are other warnings i have bypassed!

// A/N: UNEDITED - tags work tags work tags work tags work tags work tags please work, first ever aot piece and i kinda pulled it out my ass lMFAOOOO :o i can't help it the eren and levi brainrot is real. hope i characterised eren somewhat accurately, enjoy <3

"you have to kiss me!" eren pleads, hands clasped together as his green eyes shine up at you.

“eren, what? no! you’re drunk!” you exclaim in retaliation, pushing his face away gently, but despite that, it’s not enough to stop his stubbornness. in fact, it actually intensifies his pleading expression, “you’re gross.”

his face contorts to resemble one of a kicked puppy.

you sigh, feeling the walls you built up soften a little, “eren, i’ll kiss you when your breath doesn’t reek of alcohol and when i know you want a kiss.”

the tips of your ears flush red at the last statement. when eren came up to you with an urgent request for you to kiss him, ‘on the lips’, as he reiterated, you choked on the soda you were drinking. yes, the carbonation got the better of you and started stinging your nostrils, and yes, you were very flustered at his request because first of all, that would cross the line of your friendship and second of all, the childish tone in his voice was very unfamiliar.

the last time you’d heard eren sound this juvenile was when he was 15 and now, as young adults, you can’t remember the last time he whined over something.

especially something as futile as a kiss.

“if this is some dare you better tell me, because that would just be mean-” you murmur with a frown before he interrupts.

“it’s not a dare! i promise, jus’ kiss me.”

“when you’re sober.”

“but sober me would chicken out,” he huffs, “please? just this once? doesn’t matter that i’m drunk.”

“yes it does! you could be spewing bullshit out your stupid mouth.”

“i spew bullshit out of my mouth even when i’m sober.”

“great, now i’m even more unconvinced.”

eren huffs and rests his head on your shoulder in defeat. you place a palm on the side of his head so that it doesn’t roll off.

a game of spin the bottle happening in the corner catches your eye.

“why does it have to be me?” you ask, now playing with the roots of his hair, “if you so desperately want to kiss someone go over to that game happening. they look like they’re having fun.”

“that’s connie, jean and sasha,” he comments.

“so? i’m sure they’re down to kiss you. jean’s a good kisser.”

“how do you know?”

you merely shrug with a smirk, looking to get a rise out of the brunet but irritation resides in his features.

“you’re tellin’ me you’d rather kiss horse-face than me?” he questions in a demanding tone, gripping onto your shoulders. eren also adds a, “besides, i don’t want them to kiss me, i want you to kiss me and i’m not about to join a game where you’re not one of the options.”

suddenly a lightbulb appears on his head and he murmurs a ‘be right back’ before disappearing into the crowd.

true to his word, eren manifests 30 seconds later, now holding an empty beer bottle as a faint yell of ‘what the hell, yeager?’ echoes behind him.

“sit down,” the brunet gently commands and you do as said, amused.

“are we gonna play spin the bottle, eren?”

“yes.”

“just us?”

“yes.”

you were having fun at this point, so you tick your friend off a little more, “c’mon, that won’t be fun. armin seems like he’s down to play and so does-”

eren shoves the empty beer bottle into your hands with a simple command, “spin.”

doing as he says, he watches the glass closely as it circulates repeatedly from the sheer force you put into it but at last, it begins to slow, with the head finally choosing its victim.

it lands right on eren, no mistaking it. he laughs brightly and cheers.

“finally! you gotta kiss me now!”

you smile softly at his behaviour, about to relent if it weren’t for mikasa cutting your interaction short with armin draped on her shoulder, “hey y/n, i think it’s the end of the night for armin and i. mind dropping us home?”

“sure,” you reply before glancing over to eren, who is seething with irritation at this point, “are you gonna go home too or wanna enjoy the party a little more?”

he grunts, “i’ll go.”

mikasa helps him up as you fish for your car keys, leading everyone to your car. the trip was quiet, eren’s unaddressed anger squeezing the peace away and instead, replacing it with a suffocating tension. it wasn’t until you arrive at a red light that mikasa speaks up.

“what’s your problem, eren?”

the man in question turns his head away, sulking further as he crunches up the plastic water bottle in his hands, “it’s nothing.”

she turns to you with confusion in her eyes and you can’t help but chuckle, “leave him be. boys will be boys. so how did armin pass out? thought he didn’t like getting pissed drunk.”

“he’s just a lightweight.”

“so’s eren. our luck, huh?”

mikasa grins and the conversation continues until you drop armin and mikasa off, leaving you alone with the same man who’s been harassing you for a kiss.

thinking about it is getting you flustered, but you recall how disappointed eren looked when mikasa interrupted his moment of victory and in compensation, you ask if he wants to ride shotgun. he grunts in agreement.

“you okay to stay the night at my apartment? i don’t trust that you’re gonna keep yourself safe whilst intoxicated. second i look away you might go and pick some fights with guys double your size.”

“and i’d win.”

“and you’d win.”

nothing eventful occurs during the drive back to your apartment and it’s not until you’re settled on the couch with pizza in between the two of you that he asks about the kiss again.

and you choke on your pizza all the same. dude really needs to learn what better timing is.

“i feel a lot more sober now, so please?”

“did you know that alcohol can last in your system for more than 24 hours-”

“stop avoiding the question.”

“adamant as ever. y’know what, when you wake up in the morning and you still feel the same, let me know.”

excitement glistens in his eyes, “hope ya like morning breath.”

you throw a pillow at him.

***

rapid knocking wakes you up from your slumber and the first thing you see when you wake up are the analog digits on your bedside clock reading 7:32. damn eren and his early bird tendencies - and why is he knocking so urgently at this time of day?

trudging to the door, you swing it open and you’re greeted by the charmingly boyish smile you’re accustomed to.

“so… about that kiss.”

yeah i didn't make y'all kiss in the end lMFAOO GET FUCKED!...but you look so pretty when you press reblog, like or follow 😁😁

hope you enjoyed regardless, have a good day/evening!

#eren x reader #eren fluff #eren yeager x reader #attack on titan x reader #aot x reader #eren drabble #eren imagine #eren x you #eren jaegar #eren #eren jeager #eren yeager #eren yaeger #eren yaeger x reader #shingeki no kyoujin #shinkegi no kyojin x reader

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dencore · 6 months

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jean kirstein who is desperate when fucking you.

god knows how many times he has cum thinking about you. touch depraved, needy, starved, desperate to cum in something that wasn't his tight fist.

so when he finnaly gets to feel your pliant body beneath him, he feels … good? no, not good ━ he's on cloud nine. babbling about how good you feel as he continues to hit that sweet, gummy spot that has said male leaking into you.

your hands are all over him; hair, shoulders, clawing at his back ━ creating lines of red along the length of it as he thrusts deeper, steady grunts turning into louder moans.

jean ia too far gone to stop, a rambling mess on top of you. “f-fuck, baby—‘m so close, please—please let me cum in you. need it s’bad. y’feel so good—oh my g-god…”

#attack on titan #shingeki no kyojin #jean kirstein #aot x reader #aot smut #aot drabbles #jean x reader #jean kirstein x reader #jean kirstein smut #jean smut #aot #snk

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sugawara-levi · 1 year

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college!eren treating you like a goddamn trophy wife, always bringing you to social gatherings, putting you at the tip of his knee

his hand practically glued to your hip or the small of your back to show everyone who you belong to, should they ever forget

college!eren loving when you wear short skirts or shorts because he loves to show off your body, even though you’re totally oblivious to it,

he loves it when other people look at your figure only to quickly avert their gaze when they see his hand on your butt and his eyes boring into theirs

college!eren giving you all his attention whenever you speak because you are his baby boy/girl, if someone else was already talking - too bad for them

college!eren’s eyes lighting up whenever he looks at you, but squinting at everyone else, lest they come near you

interactions are welcome ❀

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cyberneticfrk · 6 months

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characters who take their time when pleasuring you. they kiss every inch of your skin, from your forehead, to your feet. they leave small pecks over all of your body, muttering praises such as “so beautiful…” and “my perfect angel…” they remind you how perfect you are and don’t leave any part forgotten.

you’re their perfect angel, and they’re the luckiest person to have you

reiner, miguel, karube, kuina, tatta, last boss, kyuma, vi, caitlyn, ekko, jayce, ganondorf, link, urbosa, sidon, yona, tauro, rauru, sonia, sanji, swan, mariska, lewis

#ʚ works !! ɞ ⁺˖ ⸝⸝#drabble #aot x reader #snk x reader #attack on titan x reader #shingeki no kyojin x reader #spiderverse x reader #aib x reader #alice in borderland x reader #arcane x reader #legend of zelda x reader #loz x reader #one piece x reader #chainsaw lollipop x reader #ganondorf x reader

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